Over her lips I fastened several strips of surgical plaster, then finished the gagging by binding the entire lower half of her head with crepe bandage. Now I replaced the hood of her raincoat over her hair, and taking another crepe bandage bound it round her head and eyes as a most effective blindfold. I was shaking like a leaf from excitement. She was ours...
CHAPTER ONE
Hilla turned around slowly.
The dark, foreboding building stood threateningly in the grove of pine trees, its thick large walls protecting the quiet inner cloister that Hilla knew like the palm of her hand. A shudder ran along her slender frame, goose pimples forming rapidly on her exposed arms, as she cast a final glance towards the place that had been her home for the nineteen years of her existence, and that now would take its place as just a memory for the young girl.
For a moment, Hilla's resoluteness threatened to crumble and she felt like giving in to the increasing pressure of tears behind her widely opened eyes and she almost yearned to be swept away in a good cry. A good cry full of pity, for her situation had partially filled with nostalgia all those years that she had spent with the nuns, hoping to join the inner circle of believers herself one day.
If only the incident had never happened!
Hilla was caught in a difficult situation-dismissed from the cloister, herself an orphan with the only living relative residing supposedly in Paris, an old maiden aunt that Hilla didn't even know; only 100 Marks in her pocket to get there and the clothes on her back. It was a good thing that she was close to the German/French border and the trip would not be all that far, or that costly. Though really, the timid young girl had not the faintest idea of geography or, for that matter, of daily routine things that she would all have to learn, living "outside" now.
It was also a good thing that Hilla was not given to lengthy indulgences about her own situation, especially in the face of the enormous amount of things that she would have to learn now, so she just shrugged her slenderly rounded shoulders and turned on her heel, determined to make the best of her situation, not exactly knowing "how", but trusting that her Lord would guide her.
The sun was disappearing behind a layer of clouds for a moment and the timid young girl began to shiver, clutching the thin cotton blouse and skirt to her frail hips as she started to walk toward the train station. Would she be warm enough on this trip, she wondered, knowing that in this mountainous part of Germany the nights could be very chilly despite a warm day.
But now it was spring, and she was going to Paris! As she walked gingerly on the cobblestones, not being used to the new shoes that the nuns had given her, Hilla wrinkled her slightly upturned nose as was her habit when deep in thought, and her large greenishly tinted eyes glazed over with the effort of thinking. What would Paris be like? Would her aunt be there? She didn't know French! How would she manage? Hilla was totally unaware of how beautiful and feminine she looked as she walked down the street, her magnificently curled up mop of red hair reflecting the rays of the setting sun; her heart-shaped mouth pursed in an unconscious gesture of thoughtfulness and pouting mixed together which didn't go well at all with her almost comically upturned nose. Yet when Hilla laughed, which she did easily, her face changed to the most beautiful color and expression, inviting anyone to be merry and laugh along with her.
That was another thing, aside from her physical beauty which the nuns didn't like... her easy laughter! Hilla was always being scolded for that. She shook her head, trying to chase the memories of the cloister away and concentrate on her new life- the trip on the train for one thing! As she started to walk a little faster and rounded the last bend of the road, she looked up to see the station ahead of her. There were not too many people about and she breathed a sigh of relief. Just then she heard a whistle. The redhead turned to see three young fellows by the road busying themselves with a motorcycle. The whistle repeated and with a shock of recognition the young girl realized that it was meant for her.
She blushed instantly, the maddening hot flush of rose color creeping up her exposed neck and spreading over her freckled face and she walked faster to avoid anyone seeing her embarrassment. She couldn't avoid hearing their words though, and her heart started to pound frightfully.
"Look at that!" the taller of the three said, taking the grass stem that he was chewing on out of his mouth, and letting his greedy eyes travel over the sweetly rounded curves of the young girl.
"Yeah... just right for eating up," said another, wriggling his fleshy tongue in an obscene gesture. Hilla's ears began to ring and she wished desperately to be somewhere else.
Although she didn't know what the boys were talking about, instinctively she realized that it had to do with her, and it was about something that she was not familiar with.
She almost ran past the threesome, trying not to look at them, but her natural curiosity took over and she glanced over when she heard another voice saying, "Look, baby, what I've got for you!"
Hilla saw a hand gliding slowly downward and resting Upon the young man's thigh... though it wasn't really his thigh... it was... Hilla turned away abruptly, the color on her face erupting into hot flames of shame as she realized that he had put his hand on his... "thing", except it looked like a round big bulge.
"Oh, my God," she whispered to herself, biting herself immediately for having used the Lord's name like this, "is this what I have to get used to in this life 'outside?' " A raucous laughter followed the shaken young girl, adding to her confusion of feeling embarrassed and funny... funny in a way that she couldn't explain. She felt a tingling running over her shivering flesh, a tingling that started in her middle and was spreading all over her young limbs, giving her a deliciously odd feeling. Yet at the same time, she felt sinful for noticing and experiencing this odd new feeling that left her confused.
Breathing heavily, her firm round breasts heaving with the exertion of her almost running, her stomach fluttering, she arrived at the train station and asked for her ticket to Paris. The old man sitting behind the glass window moved his spectacles further down the nose and stuck his balding head through the little opening of the ticket counter. His bulging, old eyes took in the lovely flushed girl in front of him and something moved in his gnarly, long-forgotten body when he touched the slender hand that held out the money. Saliva gathered in his withered dry mouth with the contact of the tenderness of Hilla's fingertips and he moved uneasily on his wooden chair, thinking that he would have to go urinate in a moment.
"To Paris, eh?" His leering voice gave the redhead another attack of the shivers and she tried gently to pry her hand loose from his grip. The old man held fast, as he counted out the change for her, feeling up her softly shaking fingers as he did so and, not waiting for her answer, he added with a dry laugh, "If I was twenty years younger, I'd come with you."
Hilla didn't know what to answer. She just wanted to get away and sit somewhere quietly.
She was so unused to all this, and every second seemed to bring new impressions that she simply didn't know what to do with.
"Thank you," she whispered hurriedly when the man gave her the ticket and the change, feeling his old eyes boring right into her back as she walked out of the small building and stepped onto the train. A man in a white jacket stopped her.
"Ticket, please," he said automatically, but changed his tone immediately when he looked a second time at the lost-looking young girl in front of him. "Here, I'll show you your compartment," he purred, taking Hilla's elbow to guide her through the narrow passageway of the train.
What a succulent little, piece this is, he thought to himself, allowing himself a squeeze on the elbow. How I would love to stick it into her! Walking behind her, he took in the fabulous build of the young girl, wishing longingly that he could touch the well-rounded curvy ass and encircle those tender hips. The fact that she might be untouched drove him instantly to fantasize about how she would react to a seduction and with it he noticed his strong erection. Just then someone was coming toward them in the passageway. In order to let the middle-aged fat lady pass, both Hilla and the train-maitre squeezed sideways which was the perfect opportunity for him to press hard against the young girl's back. Though Hilla didn't know what was sticking into her back, she felt this sudden wave of heat encircling her and she became acutely aware that the man behind her was breathing hard and close by her neck and that his hand that was holding her elbow was shaking and transmitting to her the weirdest feeling that she had ever felt. She started to tremble and finally broke loose. Again she felt the strange tingling creeping over her, and when she turned around questioningly to the man who was guiding her, the tingling erupted into something that felt like fear. The man had a strange, almost fanatic look about him. His face was flush and he was licking his lips, his eyes pleading. He opened the compartment next to him in answer to her unasked question and cleared his throat before he started speaking.
"This is your compartment. We will change rails at the border, but you do not have to change, I will serve dinner in about two hours, and wake you one hour before arriving in Paris. My name is Gaston, and I am at your service." With that he nervously stroked up and down his white jacket and waited for a moment before closing the door to the compartment, leaving Hilla to sink into the seats exhaustedly. Alone finally! Without having to think, to cope! This was her first train trip... the first time a man had touched her, for that matter. What was this unusual feeling that was creeping over her, that feeling that she didn't know... except she did know, she just didn't want to remember! It was the cause of her having to leave the cloister, never to become a nun and never to be accepted into the arms of God. Just because curiosity had taken over...
Gertrude, who came from Southern Germany, also without parents like Hilla, and she were the closest of friends in that cloister. They worked together and prayed together, laughed and giggled, sneaked around the old catacombs, the underground passageways of the cloister and had managed to have fun together... what little time there was for fun with the nuns. That one particular evening, both were oddly excited! They had watched the old gardener take a pee, and it was the first time that they had actually seen what a man looked like. Hiding behind the thick wall that separated the inner cloister grounds from the garden part of the grounds, they had found a way of climbing half over the wall and observe the large vegetable garden and the gardener, and often after the five o'clock praying hour, both she and Gertrude took off together and watched the gardener. When he peed this time and they saw his "thing", they ran off giggling excitedly and chasing each other around the inner courtyard, and then stopped breathlessly by the wine storage.
Feeling bold, Hilla was the first to enter the semi-dark storage area where they were not allowed and winked at Gertrude to follow her. Quietly they walked along the large old barrels of wine, taking in the heady musky odor. Then Hilla sat down with Gertrude sitting snuggled up to her and both listened silently. No one was coming! All they could hear was the pounding of each other's hearts.
"How your heart is beating," Gertrude whispered, placing her hand over Hilla's breast, to feel the thump-thump-thumping.
"I can hear yours, too!" Hilla whispered back, suddenly feeling her friend's hand acutely over her flesh.
"Here, feel it!" Gertrude's voice had a strange coarseness to it, and before Hilla could stop her, she had lifted her habit up, exposing the gray cotton petticoat... and... naked breasts!
Hilla's eyes went wide in shock as she saw the sweetly rounded, upward-turned mounds with the nipples hardening by the second from the coolness in the wine cellar.
Involuntarily, she let a shocked sound escape from her half-opened mouth.
"Shhhhhhh, don't tell anybody!" Gertrude whispered urgently, taking Hilla's hand at the same time and drawing it toward her. At the same time she started to circle the surprised redhead's breasts through the coarse material of the habit, making Hilla feel terribly wicked and confused.
"It's just touching... it's not wrong... come on... " Gertrude urged, feeling Hilla's resistance to touch her naked sinful flesh.
It was then that Hilla had felt that same strange rush coming over her that she had felt just then when the man pressed against her back so hard, that odd sensation of a thousand needles pricking her and now she remembered in shocking recognition how she had stroked Gertrude. Feeling wrong, yet drawn inexplicably to the soft hot skin of her companion. She hardly noticed her own nipples swelling under Gertrude's manipulation, she was so stunned from the impact of the new feeling that she was experiencing by touching someone on the forbidden parts. Her breath literally seemed to stop when she made contact with the elongated pink nipples of her sister, and both were caught up in the swirling sensations that invaded their untouched bodies, sending hot flashes of shame and excitement through their heated heads.
Gertrude still had her habit raised up, Hilla's fingers were searching and caressing the other girl's hardening mounds, when suddenly the Mother Superior was standing in front of them!
"Ohhh," Hilla's painful cry rang out in the silence of the cellar, and she thought that God would strike her dead that very minute. But nothing of the sort happened! The ensuing moments of shame, horror and fear were something that Hilla had tried to blot from her memory ever since, yet she could not help feeling marked forever, when she stood in front of the cloister and was expelled...
Yet here was that feeling again, without her wanting it or inviting it, even! It just seemed to come over her with the bodily contact of other people! Hilla felt like crying! She was exhausted already, and just wished to go to bed. But first the man had to come to make it.
And also there would be dinner served. Time to wash up and read her daily portion of the Bible. Slowly the young girl calmed herself and even dared to leave the compartment to look for a washroom on the train. Like an apparition, Gaston, the train-maitre suddenly stood in front of her, wanting to know if he could do something for her. He guided her to the washroom, explaining how it would work and how to use the latch on the door and warning her to be careful with the rocking movements of the train and not to bump herself too much. Only then did Hilla realized that the train had already left and that they were irrevocably on their voyage to the border. She thanked Gaston and went back to her compartment, feeling a little refreshed after washing up... and calmer. She picked up her Bible, but put it down after a few seconds, realizing that she was unable to concentrate.
Then she went through her meager belongings in the brown leather satchel, counted her money, arranged everything anew and after a few minutes sat again in the seat of the compartment, restless and frightened. The train was moving very fast, trees, houses and fields flying past her speedily and before she knew it, her eyes were closing and she fell into a sweet slumber, dreaming...
She woke to feel the presence of someone in the compartment! It was dark outside and the semi-lighting made it difficult for her to adjust to her surroundings. The breathing came from her left!
"Aaaargh... " her slight scream became muffled as she felt a strong hand covering her mouth, and as her fear-widened eye adjusted fully, she saw the man that was holding her tightly, sitting to her left! Hilla closed her eyes quickly again, hoping that she was dreaming and, relaxing under the warm fingers that were still holding her mouth shut, she sank into the seat.
"You okay now?" A soft voice asked. "I didn't want to attract attention if you started screaming... you won't, won't you?" He removed his hand when Hilla nodded, barely daring to open her eyes again, yet the voice was not threatening in any way. Hilla sat up straight again, touching her mouth where the man's hand had been clamped over her a few seconds ago, as if to see that everything was all right. Slowly she gathered her courage to speak to the stranger.
"I didn't know that someone else would be sharing this compartment," she said hesitatingly, daring to cast a full look to her side. The man was young and pleasant to look at. Dark hair, keen nose and a moustache marked his face. He was dressed simply, though it was too dark in the compartment to make out any details. His hands were warm and comforting, Hilla noticed, though she shied away instinctively when the man reached over and touched her arm.
"I have my own compartment," he said now, "but I saw you coming onto the train and being an admirer of beautiful women, I could not resist to pass by here and make your acquaintance. You were so soundly asleep, so I just sat down and watched you. You are lovely, do you know that?"
Hilla was thankful that the semi-darkness was hiding her blushing, and she swallowed hard in an effort to clear her throat in order to speak. Yet she didn't know what to say really.
"I see you are shy, too," the young man's voice was soothing. "Do you mind if I keep you company, at least for dinner?"
Hilla nodded, starting to wake fully and stretching her slender body. She felt the man's eyes on her, but somehow it was not frightening her. It felt good to have someone in the compartment, and perhaps she would enjoy the conversation, though she was at loss at what to say. She just answered his kind questions as best possible and when she told him that she had just left a convent, she heard him whistle through his teeth.
"A virgin, huh?"
"Pardon?" Hilla asked, not realizing really what he was referring to.
"You have never been with a man?" The bold question confused her completely, and again she blushed. Moving restlessly on her seat, Hilla started to fiddle with her tight-fitting blouse, becoming aware of the silence in the compartment, only the soothing sound of the wheels clacking on the rails keeping rhythm with the pounding of her heart. What did he mean? She did not realize that her hands traveled unconsciously over her waist and started to stroke her thighs. She only jumped up rapidly, her soft mouth opening in protest, when the man placed his warm strong hand over her own, holding her down forcefully, making her feel the heat that was emanating from him and spreading over her young innocent thighs.
"Okay, okay," he soothed her, "I see already... " His voice trailed off in thought. His hand was still on her, and somehow she wished it wouldn't leave her. It was as though something were holding her in a steel vise, yet it was only a light touch. She felt a cold shiver when he removed the hand and she heard him mumble.
"What a shame! You are so beautiful and so perfect for what I need... but a virgin... no, I can't handle a virgin right now... " The man stood up, making Hilla realize how tall he was, reached out toward her, but suddenly fear overcame her and she backed away.
"Let me just touch you," his voice sounded soft. Slowly he walked the few steps toward her and reached out. Hilla stood completely still, feeling caught in a vacuum of a sort of trance, becoming acutely aware of an odor that she was not familiar with. Two arms encircled her and pressed her softly yet forcefully towards the stranger, and before she knew it, she was gently enfolded and pressed against the big strong frame of the man. His hands began to travel softly over her shivering shoulders, down her slender trembling back, and suddenly she felt that odd sensation again and, as if on cue, her nipples began to rise and press through her cotton blouse against the man's hard corduroy jacket. She also became aware of an enormous heat wave engulfing her shivering waist and thighs and a strong hard pressure in that area. Hilla closed her eyes, feeling the coarseness of his moustache stroking the soft flesh of her cheeks and involuntarily her arms reached out to hold onto the warm, comforting frame of the man, willing to let herself be carried away by this new, exciting feeling of being held.
"A kiss?" the murmuring voice asked. Not demanding an answer and not waiting for Hilla's reaction, he lifted up her round chin with one hand. The swooning redhead felt the hot breath next to her own half-opened mouth and before she knew what was happening, she felt a wet warmth on her lips urging her to open her mouth wider.
Like a shockwave, the wet warmth converted to a blinding lightening that raced through her trembling young body and suddenly she realized fully that she was shamefully and sinfully letting herself be kissed by a man. Only after one hour out of the convent!
As Hilla broke loose from the unnerving embrace, the words of the Mother Superior stood in front of her, "You are made for the life of sin, for which the Lord will have no forgiveness!"
"God!" Hilla moaned, tearing herself away and throwing her hands over her heated face.
The tears welled up behind her eyes and she burst out into heart-breaking sobs. The man was already by the door, leaving the young, upset girl to her own. He clicked his tongue and threw a white card onto the empty seat.
"After you have been in Paris for a while, look me up!"
Hilla heard the sound of the closing door. She didn't know how long she sat hunched in her seat in the semi-darkness, feeling utterly alone, confused... and rejected, when she heard the door open again. She looked up, hoping to see the stranger again, but recognized the train-maitre, Gaston.
"Sitting all in the dark," he said, switching on the lights and upon seeing that the young red-headed girl ad been crying, he dropped the tray of food on the seat and rushed over to Hilla, taking the opportunity to touch her again.
"What is happening?" he asked concerned over seeing tears trickling down her rose-colored face, stroking her arms sinuously. "Anything hurting you?"
"No, no, it's nothing," Hilla managed to say trying to get up from the seat and avoiding being touched by Gaston. As she stood up, she felt threatened by his masculine presence not moving away, and decided to sit down again.
Gaston stood in front of her, his waist on eye level with her, and though Hilla tried to move sideways and was looking for the white card that the stranger had left on the seat, she could not help notice that something was moving imperceptibly in front of her. Pressing herself further back onto the seat, the confused girl tried not to look into the direction of the movement, knowing instinctively that it would only add to her current confusion. Finally she took all her courage and looked up at the hotly breathing man in front of her and asked if that food on the tray was her dinner.
As if coming out of a trance, the waiter moved away from her. Hilla got up immediately and went to look for the card on the seat. Passing Gaston, she heard him drawing in his breath softly and swinging around to see what he was referring to, she again found herself facing the man, this time squeezed in between the two seats and unable to move without letting him pass her.
"Are you sure you are all right now?" Gaston asked solicitously, balancing the food tray over his head. Edging past her as close as possible to set up the folding table by the window, Gaston managed to pin her between the seat and himself. Then, as he felt the train swinging into a sharp curve, he quickly put down the tray, grabbed Hilla by both arms to stop her from swaying and held her tightly toward him.
"Oooohhh," the young pinned-in girl whispered, trying to bend backwards to avoid the close bodily contact, but to no avail. The more she bent backwards, the more the waiter pressed down on her and she felt with shock how a hot hard stick seemed to bore into her virgin vitals. The sensation of a wild swirl invading her from head to toe blurred with the vision of Gaston licking his large lips and the smell of his short-coming breath. What is this? she asked herself dazedly, feeling the intense heat flaming through her... then the train ran smoothly again, Gaston picked up the tray with shaking hands and passed her.
Though the whole thing took place for just a few seconds, Hilla thought it was eternity.
She stood there, her resilient young breasts heaving in tremor, her hands shook heavily as she smoothed out her thin dress over the young, outlined Venus mound and her fingers were unsteady when she felt the still-persisting heat coming from it. Her mouth was dry, the full rose-colored lips pressed together tightly and only when her pink little tongue pressed involuntarily from the inside of her mouth, did the heart-shaped lips open up to allow the tongue to travel over them.
Hilla sat down again, feeling the feebleness in her knees threatening to overpower her completely and as she watched the waiter set the table, her eyes traveled over his body.
Gaston was standing sideways to her, trying to do his job calmly, despite the tremendous excitement that the young beautiful girl caused him every time he laid eyes on her. And after the short physical closeness, being able to inhale her innocent and fresh body odor, feeling his prick pressing down against the softness of her Vee, his erection had become momentous and was almost painful. He felt her shy eyes on him and, pretending not to notice, he placed himself more in the profile so that she couldn't possibly miss the excitement that she caused him.
Hilla saw the odd shape below Gaston's waist, and wondering why she had never noticed this peculiar shape in the few men that she had seen in her sheltered life, she lost all shyness and stared directly at Gaston's erection.
Gaston didn't lose any time. Rapidly he finished laying the table and came toward her.
With a quick unsuspected motion, he grabbed her loosely hanging hand pressed it over his hardened swollen bulge.
"You like it, eh?" he said, pressing Hilla's pliant fingers over the round hardness in his pants.
The young red-headed girl felt a throbbing thickness underneath her fingers that was not like anything she had ever touched before and she recoiled involuntarily. Her green large eyes widened with shock and fear and she ignored the pleasurable, weird sensation that made her tingle all over, and tried to pull away.
"I don't k-kn-know what you mean," she finally managed to say, knowing that she must not let the man continue with what he was doing, or something terrible and frightening would happen to her.
"You will soon," Gaston released his grip on her wrist and turned to go. "I'll be back later to make up the bed."
Hilla groaned and swallowed hard. What in happening? Every moment turned into a strange experience, and she had only left the sheltered walls of the cloister a few hours ago. Was this the way it would be in her new life? A constant confrontation with other people? That strange excitement that came over her every time she saw a man, or rather every time a man saw her? Perhaps the sin she committed by touching her sister Gertrude was somehow visible to others... and she was forever doomed to have people recognize her as sinful, and start to touch her?
She ignored the throbbing that came from her tender thighs and sat down to eat the meal that Gaston had laid out for her. She realized that she was ravenously hungry. Suddenly in the middle of eating, she jumped up and retrieved the white card whose edge was sticking out from the back of the seat. Smoothing it out carefully, she read, Jean-Loup LaMarche, 5, Rue St. Eger, Paris 16; Tel. 43.73.05.
Hilla finished munching on the food, remembering how the stranger had held her... and she realized that she wanted him to do it again. Her fine nostrils quivered as she recalled the heat that had generated from him to her. Then, suddenly a knock on the door made her jump... and break off her day-dreaming. She looked up to see a big burly man in a blue uniform standing there.
"Your ticket please."
Hurriedly, Hilla got up and reached for her satchel and her purse. She was so busy fumbling for her ticket that she did not notice how the man peered over his eyeglasses and how his watery eyes lit up in appreciation of the young fresh girl in front of him, thinking that if he was younger he would try very hard to get into the young damsel's pants. Even as it was, something stirred in him as he took in the movements of the young beautiful girl. He nodded his head to himself, realizing why Gaston was so nervous tonight. He looked over the ticket which was in order and asked for the passport. He took his time looking over the data while Hilla waited anxiously to see what she had to give him next.
"Nineteen, huh?" he asked, scratching his chin. "Yes."
"Traveling alone, huh?" he continued asking, looking sternly at her. "Yes."
"Well, you watch out for yourself, eh... Paris is no place for a young thing like you... they are going to eat you up right away."
Hilla's big eyes got bigger yet as he handed back her passport and her ticket. Who is going to eat me up? What did the conductor mean? Confusing thoughts raced through her head, making her feel more frightened and insecure than before. She barely managed to thank the conductor as he left, and putting the things back into her satchel, she had visions of ghastly things that were going to happen to her. She sighed loudly. How hard it was going to be to live on the "outside," getting adjusted to how people spoke, not knowing what hey meant, getting confused at every step becoming aware of herself. She wished desperately to have Gertrude or one of the other sisters beside her. Anybody with whom she was familiar and didn't feel at odds with.
Gaston returned, removed the dinner remains and busied himself with making up her bed, which he just folded out of the wall. She watched him tucking in the sheets, pulling out a blanket from a compartment that she had not seen before, a pillow from another and suddenly there was a comfortable inviting place for the night. Certainly more comfortable looking than her ascetic bed in the cloister.
All the time, Gaston had been silent, not once referring to the earlier close encounter and Hilla was just beginning to relax, when he turned around and spoke.
"There you are," he said patting the bed with his hand, "think you'll be okay?"
"Thank you. Very much so." Hilla's voice was polite and free of fear. She knew she would just drop into that bed like a log, needing the rest from the exhausting first day. It was so hard to assimilate all that was happening to her and she yearned for the restfulness of sleep.
"I will come later to check on you, to see that nobody's bothering you."
"Thank you," she said appreciatively and when the door closed behind Gaston, she undressed immediately. Pulling off the tight cotton skirt, she stood quietly in her long grey petticoat, unbuttoning the few buttons of her blouse. Only now did she notice that there was a mirror in her compartment, too small to see herself entirely, but large enough for her face.
Hesitatingly she stopped forward, looking seriously at the young round face that was staring back at her. The face was framed by thousands of tiny red curls, giving it the appearance of one of the angels that she had seen on the fresco in the cloister chapel.
Right now the eyes were wide and serious, the mouth slightly opened, showing the pinkest coral hue on the inside of her lips. Slowly she opened her mouth wider, exposing a set of perfect white pearly teeth and her quickly darting tongue. The corners of her naturally red mouth were turned up, ready to smile. And as she smiled along with the pretty face in the mirror, Hilla saw that she had two dimples. One on each of her freckled cheeks!
Hilla stepped back... and saw her upper half in the mirror as well. Slowly and deliberately she removed the white cotton halter that she really did not need. Her two firm young breasts popped out eagerly from the restricting halter and she saw two pink mounds staring at her. Though she had looked at herself before, Hilla had never dared to give herself such close inspection, which she was doing now. Getting bolder, she touched the virgin nipples and saw with astonishment how the flesh wrinkled up and the nipples turned into hard tiny balls. Also she felt a sort of electricity running through her as her finger made contact with the soft white flesh of the undersides of her up-lifted mounds. She shuddered with the sudden recognition that she was again concerned about her bodily matters, a thing that was so sinful... yet so exciting. Slowly Hilla turned in front of the small mirror, looking over her shoulders to see the snow-white straight back column, curving sharply to ease into the tiny waist, but try as she did, the mirror was too small to see anymore.
The beautiful young girl was just opening the string that held the petticoat-the only piece of clothing left from the cloister, all else were street clothes that her sisters had gathered from somewhere-when the door opened and Gaston stood inside her compartment. She screamed with surprise and fear and turned quickly to grab her garment for cover, backing away from the young man whom at first she hardly recognized because he was without his white jacket. Just clad in the black slacks and a dark turtleneck sweater, Gaston was quite a handsome man. He was short and stocky though, coming from the South of France; his hair dark and straight and dark liquid eyes to match the Latin appearance that Hilla was not used to at all.
Gaston knew somehow that the young half-naked girl in front of him would not dare to scream if he touched her, but also he knew that he would have to go easy on the inexperienced girl. The sight of her standing here like a frightened bird, her cotton dress barely covering the apple-shaped little breasts that his eyes had seen immediately upon entering the compartment, gave him an instant erection, but he advanced cautiously toward Hilla, who stood frozen in one spot.
Deliberately he set one foot in front of the other, making the few steps that separated them feel like the distance of a mile, and just as deliberately he held out his hand, motioning with his dark wanting eyes for her to hand over the garment that she was clutching to herself.
Hilla obeyed, without realizing what it was that held her trance-like. All she saw was his strong bony hands reaching for her and she stood immobile, holding her breath as the fingers made contact with her shivering flesh. It seemed as though fireworks were exploding within her body with his dry hot touch and though she thought that it was terrible what was happening at this moment, she was unable to react. She finally cast down her eyes, watching the waiter's hand crawl over her raised nipples like a snake, ready to bite her at any moment.
Suddenly the frozen girl felt a wet warmth trickling down her upper thigh and a sound of agony escaped from her slightly opened red lips. She thought that she was going to have to go urinate. Gaston took this for a sound of excitement and stepped up his expert fondling.
"N-n-n-nooooo," Hilla stuttered, her mouth opening in ghastly surprise and she made a movement of backing off from the creeping fingers. But Gaston stepped only forward and, with a quick movement, tried to strip Hilla of her petticoat. This brought the stunned young girl back to reality and she moved back, pushing the advancing, highly excited man away from her. This only spurred the young man on, and fearing to loose his opportunity altogether, he grabbed for her.
In the ensuing struggle, Hilla suddenly realized how much strength she had, she was brought in close contact with the man's body. Feeling the rough material of his woolen sweater on her soft skin, she cried out helplessly, struggling more, to escape the arms that he was pinning behind her... and the more she struggled, the more she felt the hot warmth of the man pressing against her... and again she felt the hard stick pressing against her groin. She fell backwards on the seat and before she knew it, Gaston had straddled her and was rubbing himself against her, trying to lift up her skirts at the same time. But Hilla was silently fighting, making it impossible for him to do anything else but to hold her down.
Fearing that she would scream out louder, the wildly thrashing young man bore his mouth down on the young girl's and sucked in her half-opened lips.
Hilla felt that she was going to suffocate under the full impact of Gaston's pressuring lips and opening her mouth wide, she tried to breathe. Suddenly she felt a wet snake in her mouth, and thrashing wildly to escape the threatening snake, she managed only to excite the man more. She felt him jerking, felt the iron-hard stick pumping painfully against her crotch area and before she knew what was happening, Gaston shuddered and shuddered and shuddered and moaned into her mouth.
Unable to comprehend what was happening, Hilla burst into tears, feeling the warmth of the trickling drops running down her heated face and burning her skin, where Gaston's moustache had rubbed her. She sobbed, her entire body convulsing under the onslaught of the new emotions and she barely felt Gaston rising. Only when he pressed something into her hands and mumbled something about forgiveness and not to tell anybody anything, did she open her tear-filled eyes to see him standing up in the compartment, adjusting something in his slacks and she heard him curse about the stain. Only when the door's click indicated to her that she was alone, did she look at what Gaston had pressed into her hand and found 100 French Franks crumpled up in them. She dropped it next to her on the seat and shook her head in wonder and amazement at what had just taken place. Feeling like lead, she raised herself up and put the latch on the inside of the door and got into bed. Closing her eyes seemed impossible to her, for as she closed them, all the images of the day jumped up and down in front of her eyes, making her feel at once frightened.
As she lay there with wide-opened eyes staring into the darkness, listening to the soothing sound of the rails, she became aware of her odd state of feeling. Her limbs were burning hot as if she had a fever, and she noticed that the wet warmth between her silken thighs persisted, despite the fact that she was alone now. Feeling wicked and wanton, she let her hand travel downward over the white flesh of her untouched belly, making circling movements that made her flat stomach quiver in anticipation of how it would feel to touch herself there, on the forbidden lush little fruitcup that was lying dormant and unknowing below the reddishly tinged hair-fringed Venus mound.
Unconsciously, her trembling thighs opened and Hilla wriggled to lie comfortably, feeling that wicked excitement coursing through her awakening body with a hunger for a caressing touch that was way beyond her understanding of herself as a woman. Drawn inexplicably, her right hand crept deliberately toward the fluffy softness of her pubic hair, while her left hand brushed the cherry-like buds of her nipples till they had hardened into tiny rosebuds, and wondering how just a hand could evoke such unusual bodily experiences, she let her curiosity overcome her fears of wrong-doing and boldly she moved her searching finger down toward the inviting, hair-covered crack of her virgin pussy. Becoming acutely aware of her own heated breathing and the sensation of being suspended in a state of expectation, the young redhead took all her courage and parted the sensitive outer lips of her sweet, untouched vaginal lips.
Her tender belly flesh tightened at the touch of her fingers in the forbidden inner sanctum, making her suck in her breath involuntarily and clamp her quaking thighs together with a sudden movement of shame and fear. What am I doing? What is this magnetic feeling that makes my flesh crawl and for which I do not have an answer? I must stop doing this, it is sinful and unhealthy!
While she lay thusly, her breath frozen in her lungs, her slender young hand resting suspended above the outer lips of the forbidden fruitpot, Hilla tried desperately to rationalize her wicked actions, feeling at once a painful wordless cry rising from her awakening loins that seemed to demand a continuation of the sinful stroking. But her fingers seemed to be called to move magnetically further into the unknown warmth, wanting to travel, discover, feel and play.
It seemed that the more she thought and the more she scolded herself for wanting to touch, the more her young innocent body lifted up toward her resting fingers, throbbing and begging for further entry into the pink warm parts of her quivering slit. Hilla noticed with a gasp of surprise that a hot wetness was creeping and sickening from her sheltered opening out towards the soft inner velvety thighs. She could no longer resist and with a dejected moan she started to let the excitement flow back into her inexperienced fingertips and as if they knew exactly what to do, her tingling hand burrowed itself gingerly into the gently opening inner folds of her vaginal flesh. She gasped loudly at the first electric contact with the unknown juices, letting her finger be bathed in the hot sticky fluid. Getting bolder, Hilla's trembling finger began to search out her own heated flesh, sliding along the hair-fringed small channel of the throbbing vaginal lips, encircling the puckered juice-filled opening of her untouched cunt and then upwards again toward the top of her tenderly swelling lips where she found a particular swirling sensation whenever she traveled over the smallish raised spot.
Hilla found her young inexperienced body jerk every time that her crawling finger hit that spot and she gasped in wonder at the involuntary bodily spasms that were invading her, causing her to see stars in the dark. What is happening? she asked herself dazedly again.
What strange reactions are coming forth from my body, and how come I am in this excited state of being after having been touched by men for the first time in my life? Is this what men do to women and that the Church considers so terribly sinful?
Hilla stroked her yearning flesh again, wishing that she would find the secrets to all her questions soon, and before she could consciously let go of her exciting discoveries about herself, she fell asleep.
The darkness enfolded the slender young body, the sound of the rails was dancing rhythmically in her dreams and slowly the wicked hand that had dared to venture into the unknown and forbidden slid off the tiny-to her unknown-clitoris button, leaving the nineteen-year-old virgin to rest peacefully in anticipation of what discoveries the new day would bring.
CHAPTER TWO
The immense city of Paris was frightening to the young virgin girl and though she promised herself to begin the day by learning all there was to learn, remembering street names, directions... listening to the French language and attempting to try to sort out all the newness intelligently, Hilla found herself so utterly amazed by the size and movement of Paris that she suddenly was glad about the money that Gaston, the train-maitre, had given her. With it she felt luxurious enough to ask for a taxi. Later, at her aunt's house, she would sort out where she was.
The day was spring-like, a light breeze traveling through her cotton outfit, making the material cling to her and outlining the firm fresh contours of her young body. Hilla enjoyed the feeling of it, though, as well as she was getting used to the whistling on the street. She figured that it was complimentary emotions that the Frenchmen were expressing and though she became frightfully aware of herself and her body, it didn't frighten her as it had the day before. She smiled brightly, showing her sweet dimples and her pearly white teeth, feeling refreshed from the night's sleep and not even half as scared as the day before.
She hailed down a taxi and asked to be driven to the address that the nuns had written down for her, which was supposed to be the house of her ancient relative, Aunt Maria, who had immigrated to France before Hilla was born, and who now was inheriting a niece.
Feeling hesitant, after she paid the taxi driver and standing in front of the tall old house, Hilla shivered lightly, hoping that the encounter would be pleasant and not too demanding.
Slowly she ascended the narrow curving stairway to the fourth floor, looking forlornly at the two doors in front of her. Which one was her aunt's? The doors had no name tags on them. She put down the bag, smoothed out her thin dress and attempted to straighten out the thick red curls of her hair. Then she knocked on the right door. Her heart began to flutter when she heard the sound of slipper-clad feet dragging slowly toward the front door.
Then something moved in front of her at about eye level, and only now Hilla noticed that both doors were equipped with a tiny little hole in the middle, through which-she became acutely aware-one could look out toward the hall without being seen from the outside. Hilla licked her dry lips nervously, turning her small head this way and that in an effort to stay calm.
Actually she was achieving the opposite. The young man, who was taking his time observing her through the peephole, stared keenly at the nervous young girl that was standing in front of his door. Where did she come from? He scratched his one-day beard thoughtfully, meanwhile staring at the young redhead in front of his door. If the rest of the body was as beautiful as the face and the neck with its Irish colouring, freckles, upturned nose and sensual undeveloped mouth-it would be worthwhile to open the door quickly.
Peter could imagine what kind of body should go with a tender, innocent face, such as was looking at him straight now through the peephole... Perhaps the long, swan-like neck was an indication of firmly rounded, up-turned mounds, matching perhaps a sinuously curved hip and small buttocks...
Peter Braun decided to open the door to make an end to the red-headed girl's nervousness.
Hilla sucked in her breath and her thickly lashed green eyes opened wide in surprise when suddenly the door opened and she found herself looking incredulously at the slouching figure in front of her. She swallowed hard, afraid that the thumping of her heart would be visible through the thin material of her cotton blouse... and stared directly into the bluest, clearest eyes she had ever looked into. Slowly she gathered courage and her look traveled hesitatingly over the silent body in front of her.
The man was in house shoes. Dark curly hair covering a pair of sturdy well-formed male legs leading into a solid torso that was covered by only a short kimono-type garment, open at the chest... showing more curly hair popping out below the V-cut. One hand was holding the kimono together at the front, the other was running through a set of blond wavy hair... and Peter realized that he was rather unkempt and slovenly looking. Though the inspection of the beautiful redhead was brief and direct, Peter sensed somehow that he was surprising the girl.
"Madame Brisell?" Hilla whispered the words stutteringly, her innocently staring eyes raising in question, and being unused to the French pronunciation, she made a conscious slow effort to speak correctly, moving her ruby-red lips so that the pink inner flesh showed deliciously.
"I am not Madame Brisell." The mocking deep voice of the tall blond young man made her blush... and becoming angrily aware of the pink color creeping up her exposed white neck flesh and spreading maddeningly over her befreckled beautiful face, Hilla cast down her wide-set green eyes in vast embarrassment.
Seeing the strange young girl, who looked as though she might have come straight from a convent, blush so exquisitely, Peter Braun felt a wave of unusual tenderness run over him; and though his smile was spreading across the width of his strong-boned face, he immediately composed his features into earnest interest when he realized how acutely he was embarrassing the girl. While Hilla was trying to compare the next sentence, being grateful that she understood that much French to comprehend that the man was being comical, Peter let his experienced eye travel freely. What heavenly upturned breasts, he mused... Small waist, perfect for encircling... Untouched firm hips... Too bad the legs are hidden under that awful long skirt. I bet they are slender and sweet, needing to be taught how to wrap themselves around a man's back.'... He also thought correctly that the young damsel was not French, or at least did not speak French, probably brand-new in Paris...
"Sind Sie Deutsch?" Peter asked the girl in German, who at hearing her native tongue looked up into his blue eyes astonishedly and with the smile that was racing over her sensual features, replacing the embarrassing blush, her entire face changed into that of a happy, laughing angel.
"Yes," Hilla beamed feeling at once at home and relaxed with the handsome stranger... all her hesitance about finding her aunt, encountering a half-naked man instead... not knowing how to communicate... were swept away and she would have dropped gratefully into the stranger's arms, had his intense stare not stopped her. The blue eyes were looking directly into her insides and Hilla felt the odd sensation of being undressed by his look, giving her renewed heartbeats, embarrassment and hesitation.
"Do you know Madame Brisell, my aunt?" Hilla spoke quickly, hoping that the young man would not laugh at her again and mock her trembling voice. The man was opening the door wider, allowing her to look past him into a colorful, messy hallway where books, records and clothes lay strewn all over the floor.
"Yes, my dove. She lives next door." Peter stuck his head past the door and indicated the direction with a nod of his head.
"Ohhhhh, I am so sorry... I knocked at the wrong door," Hilla's confused voice trembled, thinking that the man was making fun of her. And quickly she bent down to pick up the satchel that she had placed on the floor and turned hastily toward the left door. Before she was completing the turn, she gasped in shock, feeling herself caught by the sleeve and slowly but deliberately turned around to face the young handsome man.
"She is not here. She has not been here for over a month. Is she a relative of yours?"
"Yes, my aunt," Hilla answered dutifully, becoming suddenly aware that the man was still holding her by the thin sleeve of her blouse. And then, realizing what it meant if her aunt was not there, she became frightened and lost, chewing unconsciously on her soft full lower lips, her left hand raised nervously to smooth back the red curls above her wide forehead.
"Well, come in; I haven't had breakfast yet, you can tell me all about it." Peter already turned to enter the inner sanctum of his apartment when he realized that the fluttering little bird of a girl was standing glued to one spot in front of his door. "Oh, come on in," he said laughing softly, "I am not going to eat you." And then mumbling to himself, "At least not right away... " Realizing that the beauty outside was shy and troubled, he retraced his steps, took the girl by the arm, led her firmly into his apartment, put the satchel down and made her sit down on the couch after lifting off scores of papers and magazines to clear some space.
"Peter Braun, at your service!" He bowed comically and turned on his heel to go into the kitchen for his ritual preparation of the morning tea.
Hilla watched his kimono-clad back disappear through a swinging door. She was too amazed to answer quickly and it took her a few minutes to feel comfortable enough in her new situation, to even look around the room. There were books, magazines and papers strewn over every conceivable space in the room, leftovers of food on a plate on the floor, cushions, clothes and cigarette butts strewn about. Hilla blinked her widening eyes to make sure that she was not dreaming and that all this was real. She picked up a magazine next to her... but put it down aghast after leafing through a few pages of nude photographs. She was ready to jump up and leave the room, fleeing from this lewd scene that was confusing and rattling her, when Peter entered the room, balancing two cups of tea in his hand, managing the swinging door with his foot.
He had changed into a pair of white, loosely hanging slacks with a white short-sleeve shirt to match and even Hilla in her inexperience could see that the blond young man in front of her was a most pleasing sight to look at. With one look, Peter saw that the girl, whose name he did not know yet, was jumpy and ready to leave, letting his eyes travel over the room to see what could have scared her so quickly, he picked up on the overturned magazine and started to chuckle. Maybe she is totally pure and has never seen any of this? Peter screwed up his thick eyebrows in an effort to calculate the situation exactly.
Purity in Paris? He decided to question the young girl during tea and then determine what he would do with her, deciding that if she was a virgin, she would be his to have and he would not let her out of the house until he had taught her the pleasures of sex. Not that he was nuts about virgins, but alas, it had been since he had broken a hymen that the thought excited him lightly, and he could feel Peter Junior throbbing in answer to his thoughts, raising its bulbous head against the soft material of his slacks.
"Down," he said to himself in French, knowing that it would take a lot of time and it would be of no use to scare the young girl away with the sight of one of his momentous erections.
He watched Hilla drink the tea gratefully and asked her gently about herself, whistling softly to himself when he realized how close he had been in his assumption of her innocence. Two days from the convent. Holy cow! He wasn't so sure if he really did want to take this young girl on. After all, he had enough lovers, girls that were modeling for him... and why bother with someone that might become totally dependent on him.
"Hilla," he repeated her name softly, letting the Ls roll luxuriously over his tongue, watching the beauty and grace contained in the girl's movements that was now sitting still a little frightened in front of him. She was simply too beautiful to let go, and also... something within him stirred, telling him that she would not only be a good pupil, but that probably her hidden sensuality would eventually make her leave him and look for further adventures. With a rapid gesture he wiped away the fantasies from his forehead, trying to concentrate on the task of seduction. First, she had to get out of these clothes!
"Don't you have any other clothes?" he asked out loud.
"No," Hilla said, looking herself up and down and wondering what was wrong with the ones she was wearing.
"Well, I haven't told you this yet, but your aunt has been locked up in a mental hospital for some time now, and you shall have to stay here, unless you have somewhere else to go, and you will need better clothes if you are going around with me." Peter tried to sound as factual as possible, trying to break the news to the girl and giving her solutions at the same time.
Hilla's pink full lips opened wide to form an unspoken "OOOOOHHHHHH" upon hearing the staggering news, and while she was trying to assimilate what Peter was telling her, her wet little tongue slid out and rested thoughtfully in the corner of her succulent mouth, giving Peter an incredible pang in his genital region and he silently cursed himself as he felt his pre-seminal fluid leaking out. Fuck, she was too beautiful to be true!!!!!!!!
"What am I going to do?" Hill's tremulous voice, bordering on tears, brought Peter back to the current problem of making her feel at ease.
"Easy... trust me first of all! You can use the room of my sister." Sister, my foot, thought Peter. What if Rovina comes back earlier? "and there are clothes in there and everything you need for now. Get comfortable, I'll go shopping now, and later I'll help you decide what to do. Do you have any money?" No use forgetting to be practical, he added silently, and he was pleasantly surprised when Hilla pulled out the money that Gaston had given her and of which she had spent only the taxi fare.
Leading her into his "sister's" room, the young Bohemian painter disappeared and left Hilla to sink astonishedly onto the wide soft bed. What is happening to me? she thought dazedly, looking around at the colored sheets and fluffy pillows that were covering the bed she was sitting on, things she never knew existed. Gingerly the country girl fingered the soft materials finding herself vastly attracted by the prospect of dropping fully into the bed and forgetting everything that had to do with her and her new situation. What would her sisters say now? If they could only see her now! Freshly arrived in Paris and already in the apartment of a young and very handsome man! Exciting as that thought was, Hilla suddenly became aware of the precarious situation she was in!
And who says I can trust this man? Silently the young maiden asked herself, realizing at the same time that she didn't have any choice at all, but to trust him. She couldn't very well run out into the street and look for a place to stay! With her knowledge of French, only the Lord knew where she would end up! Hilla sighed profoundly and started investigating her surroundings a little closer. A loud gasp of surprised joy escaped her lightly pursed lips when she discovered a closet full of girl's clothes that would possibly fit her. Eagerly the aroused young girl looked around her; she was alone and she couldn't wait to try some of the dresses on.
Peter pulled a string gently and with a soft zirring noise, the curtain that hid the two-way mirror, opened. What luck! To have this adorable nymph wander into this morning! Peter Braun clicked his tongue and settled down on the magazine-covered couch of his living room, chuckling wolfishly to himself in the knowledge that young red-headed Hilla did not have the faintest idea that the mirror in her room was in fact a two-way mirror. Peter could observe her fully without the girl's knowledge.
He lit a cigarette, sat back and exhaled profusely. Another day of doing nothing, he thought, knowing somehow that it was happening more frequently that he had abandoned his palette and paintbrushes in favor of the female sex! Either the ladies were getting more beautiful and his needs for sexual exploits greater, or his once-so-fanatic desire to become a good painter was simply waning; and that wouldn't do! Despite his 26 years, his family was still supporting him, and handsomely so, making it very comfortable for him to live in Paris... and pursue his favorite occupation... women! His genteel good looks made the coldest feline turn into a purring kitten-woman, and Peter knew well how to use this to his advantage.
But the family wanted him to paint... and see results from his studies! And after nights of wild lovemaking were showing their toll, he felt less and less like painting. Perhaps this little fragile nymph could stir him to action.
The decadent young man sat forward eagerly. Hilla was rising from the big double bed and walking slowly towards the closet that held most of Rovina's wardrobe, her fragile young body moving with the grace of a sensual, but unawakened animal. Now she was reaching to finger the colorful materials and Peter could sense the excitement flowing through the girl in anticipation of trying out some dresses. The innocent redhead looked around furtively and, thinking herself unwatched, began to unbutton her tight cotton blouse. Peter swallowed hard. Though he had painted dozens of beautiful girls in the nude, it never failed to arouse him when he saw the clothing come off and the naked flesh coming into view.
He whistled now. The girl was standing in profile to him trying to pull the blouse over her head. As she stood, her slender arms raised above her curly red hair, sliding the cotton material slowly upwards, her halter-covered budding young breasts came into view, making Peter's fingers itch with desire to tear off the remaining cloth that shielded his eyes from the pure flesh. Down, wanton, down, he whispered to his rising rod, thinking that he would surely go insane watching the beautiful girl undress, unless he controlled his swelling desire somewhat.
Hilla dropped the thin blouse on the bed and started to unhook her white cotton bra. Like two racing horses held in reign, her half-moon-shaped firm mounds popped out, standing upright eagerly ready for arousing manipulation. Peter's tongue swirled around his full lips, wanting to take the pink young nipples into his large mouth, tweaking and pinching them deliciously until they would rise pointedly, and had it not been for the fact that he was in another room watching Hilla through the glass unbeknownst to her, he would have stormed over to the girl just then and begin his expert seduction. I must wait, he cursed to himself, his blue eyes roving lovingly over the exposed flesh of the young girl, mentally wrapping his eager fingers around and under the budding upraised mounds, letting them drop down to fondle the slender waist and let his mouth cruise over the pert inviting nipples. He groaned, feeling the unbearable heat filling his crotch. Quickly he unbuttoned his white cotton pants and lifted out his erect penis. Placing his large hand around the thick base of his stiffening rod, he stroked himself quickly and expertly, knowing that watching Hilla undress further would cause him too much pain if he didn't release himself somehow. Hilla was turning around now, and with her snow-white back toward him, he saw how she untied the string that held both her old-fashioned skirt and petticoat. The skirt fell onto the floor around the redhead's ankles and after a few seconds the petticoat went as well, giving view to a perfectly rounded pair of asscheeks, unblemished, sleekly curving to form a perfect Vee where her long slender legs met up with velvety soft flesh. In her eagerness to strip and to try out some of the beautiful dresses, Hilla dropped her white little cotton pants along with the skirts and as she bent down to slide them off her ankles, Peter saw her vaginal crack opening with the movement, showing the most delicate coral-hued inner flesh that he had seen in a long time.
How he yearned to take his strong middle finger and part the hair-fringed delicate slit further and feel the first juices running deliciously out of her- he was sure-untouched vaginal opening! How he wanted to glide his fleshy tongue up and down those innocent cuntal lips, tickling her sweet anus in preparation for his bulbous cock to enter her tight cavity! He felt his growing cock throbbing furiously in his left hand and gave it some further rapid strokes, hoping that the wide-eyed frightened young girl that had walked into his flat this morning would turn around and let him see the rest of her strikingly beautiful body.
Hilla felt awkward in her total nakedness and reached quickly into the closet for something that would cover her. Ah! She found it. A blue long, tight-fitting gown! She took it down and, turning toward the mirror in the room, she held it up against her nude body, pleased with the effect that the dress would have on her. But there were so many more! Not knowing what to try on first, the 19-year-old virgin stood helplessly in front of the mirror, reaching for this dress and then for that, just holding it up against her and putting it down in favor of something else.
As she stood there in all her nude glory, facing the mirror-behind which Peter was watching her -she became aware of her nudity. Ignoring her inner voice that scolded her for such boldness, she scrutinized her appearance coolly. It was the first time that she had seen herself totally naked and she could not resist staring at herself in the mirror. Even in her innocence she knew that she was pleasing to look at and trying to loose her embarrassment of seeing herself in this way, she boldly took a step forward and started investigating.
The small crown of blond-reddish pubic hair covering her untouched vagina interested her the most, especially as she felt the beginning of a soft tingling emanating from there. Not daring quite to look at herself openly, she cast down her thickly lashed eyes to watch her hand creeping down, as if compelled, and dig below the fringe of curly hair. There it is again, she thought, feeling the same electric shock that she had felt on the train when the searching finger made contact with the hot, wet inner flesh of her succulent pussy.
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Peter thought, perhaps she is not us innocent as I thought! Watching her greenishly tinted wide eyes close in near ecstasy from her own touch, he was ready to leave his watching post and go into the other room! He could see that the orphaned girl was highly sensual, though totally undeveloped, and he was more than ready to begin with his very own instruction program. Feeling the surge of heat threatening to overcome all his senses, he grabbed his thick wet cock hard and jerked rapidly up and down, wishing that it was enfolded in the tender pink flesh that Hilla was showing him-unbeknownst to her-so openly in the mirror. Would there be a chance of getting to the girl this morning? he wondered, watching as Hilla removed her juice-coated finger and lifted it up to her upturned nose. His own nostrils flared in empathy, smelling the sweet cuntal aroma as if it were right next to him. This was sheer torture! He grunted hard and decided to strip. Quickly he did so and after hesitating once more, he stepped forward resolutely and opened the door to the bedroom in which Hilla was just getting ready to throw the blue gown over her head.
Feeling the slight draft of air, she turned around... and almost fainted when she saw her host standing stark-naked in the door frame. Frightened, the blue garment clutched to her, she could not help looking at Peter, being totally taken aback at... that thing... that huge fleshy rod that stood in a 45-degree angle from his muscular body, pointing threateningly at her.
"Oh, my God," she breathed, her green eyes staring at him and her hands got suddenly sweaty.
Before she could breathe another word, Peter had closed the door with a click and stood next to her.
"Don't be frightened," he murmured taking the blue dress away from her, "I promise I won't harm you!"
Hilla stood dumfounded and despite the soothingly spoken words, the adrenaline of her fear shot through her naked body, creating a circle of electricity around her that only fed Peter's tumultuous desire, and before she could relax her tightly squeezed limbs in any way and perhaps reach for a piece of clothing, anything to cover her sinful nakedness, Peter was stroking her face, her long neck in which the heated blood running through her blue veins was pounding its own beat... her shivering shoulders... and slowly he was inching closer and closer until only a hairbreadth was separating their bodies from each other.
"OHHHHHHHHH, MY GOD!" Hilla breathed again, finding herself in a state completely unknown to her. She knew that it wasn't right, she knew somehow that something was about to happen which would alter the course of her thinking and feeling, she knew... she knew... she felt a throbbing blindness overcome her... and fell backwards onto the wide bed and fainted!
Peter chuckled. Lifting her scissor-like legs up on the bed to make the unconscious girl comfortable, Peter began to stroke the velvety flesh of the girl, biting his teeth in an effort to hold back his painful excitement, she was so gorgeous! He could just fuck her now... unconscious to what was going on... but he wanted her to know, to feel, to want and learn how to fuck, and how to accept her own desires which in time she would learn to recognize. Slowly he traveled all over her white flesh, stroking every nook and cranny of her sweet limbs, feeling the heat rise from her and hoping that she would revive soon, because he could barely hold onto himself.
The girl stirred and moaned, just as his searching fingers were reaching the wet opening of her virginal young cunt. Quickly, the seducing man probed further, knowing that this was his chance to find out whether or not she was a virgin. Hilla's moaning was ringing in his ears, stirring him on to quicker action, and as he slid his finger into her cuntal opening, she suddenly opened her eyes, horrified, and tried to slide sideways away from him. But that brought Peter to sudden action!
He raised himself from his kneeling position next to the bed and stood upright, boldly showing his swollen cock to the girl, who upon seeing his boldly erect stick with the preseminal fluid dripping oozingly out of the opening at the fleshy bulbous cocktip, screamed... and tried to bury her face under her arms.
"Come on, look at it!" Peter's voice reached her from far away.
Unable to speak, she only shook her head, shuddering at the thought of having to look at the throbbing shaft that rose so threateningly out of its hairy base.
"Come on," urged the excited young man, softly but firmly removing her trembling arms from her wide-set green eyes. Realizing that it was probably the first time that she had ever seen a man's penis, the blood rushed through him with pulsating force, making his throbbing prick grow even more. He wanted her to look at him fully... wanted her to reach out toward him with compelling desire... and touch him, hold him... and love it! EASY! His inner voice warned! Holding back the overpowering urge to take the virgin with blazing bold desire, he took her resisting hand slowly and pulled it toward his lust-maddened cock.
Hilla groaned loudly. Trying not to look into the direction of the mushroom-shaped thick piece of flesh, she kept her eyes averted, hoping to lessen the agony that was racing through her young heated flesh.
"Look at it and touch it." Peter commanded.
Helpless to resist, Hilla turned her flushed face and watched in fear and confusion as her slender fingers tentatively touched the thick base of the hot flesh. A shudder raced through her shivering limbs when she felt the muscles and skin respond to her innocent touch and in fearful astonishment she saw "the thing" begin to have a life of its own.
Feeling a wet heat blot out any remaining clear thoughts, and a wave of sparkling fireflies invade her entire being, she closed her eyes to find solace in the blackness, and becoming aware that her touching Peter was affecting her in the oddest way known to her, she opened her mouth to let the surplus steam that was gathering within her body escape.
The slightly ovaled rosy lips drove Peter Braun to unspeakable fantasies. He wanted to ram his blood-engorged prick right up between those inexperienced lips, feeling her white perfect teeth graze his foreskin and shove his thick member way up along the walls of her throat, making his heavy scrotum slap against the chin. Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh! Peter bit back his desire to storm the sweet fortress without care! Somehow he knew that all his efforts would be well rewarded, if he just took his time! He would concentrate on teaching her how to kiss first!
Leaving Hilla's slender cool fingers at the base of his shaft, the sensual young man bent down over the confused girl and brought his face inches up to hers, loosing himself in the dark green pools of her eyes that stared at him with a mixture of fear, desire... and again confusion. Slowly he began to let his warm full lips cruise over her face, feeling the softness of her skin and breathing in the innocent flowery odor through his large nostrils.
He sensed Hilla's desire to come in contact with his mouth. Cruising lovingly around her half-opened wet lips, he suddenly let his big tongue dart into a corner of her heart-shaped mouth. He knew instantly that he was on the right track, for unbeknownst to the girl, her fingers clamped tightly around his cock, answering each of his probing licks with an unconscious squeeze of her heating fingers.
Soon he was kissing her fully, sucking in her honey-dew lips between his teeth, licking in and around the responding pink lips, tickling her inner flesh with the tip of his expert tongue, until he felt her breath come short and heavy and her own little tongue creeping forward to answer each of his piercing thrusts. Not knowing what she was doing, Hilla was suddenly stroking the fleshy rod between her curling fingers and, feeling her entire body hardening under the enticing invisible pressure of her senses, she began to moan into Peter's mouth, feeling the expert suction of his mouth affecting her in a way that she could not assimilate, wishing at once that thin would never stop and at the same time trying to summon up courage to negate this sinful toiling of the flesh. Yet the pungent new odor of the man was carrying her away to float on a cloud, his wet slobbering licks pushing her along in a strange rhythm that seemed to come naturally from her burning vitals. She became aware of the actions of her fingers... and stopped, aghast at what she was doing!
Will God forgive me? She cried silently, unable to avoid feeling the pulsating that traveled from Peter's thick shaft into her veins. She simply had to stop!
Dropping her hand as if she had touched fire, Hilla tried to gather up all her remaining senses and pushed Peter away from her face. Looking at him pleadingly, she cried out her resistance.
But the heated man didn't heed to her. Instead he swung himself lustily on top of the girl, who felt not only a hairy chest scraping her tender young breasts, but at the same time a full weight pressure down on her that made her think that soon she would be ground to bits and pieces. Feeling a fire start where Peter was pushing his knee between her resisting soft flanks, she suddenly realized that it was his hot prick between her sweat-sheen covered thighs that was creating the burning heat. How strange! she managed to think, wishing that the fire that was spreading upward from her young limbs and tantalizingly raced throughout her wakening fibers would take her and consume her... just like the devil burned in hell!
And the pressuring prong that was riding hard on her softly throbbing cunt felt like the devil's fork. Surely soon the fork would pierce her and she would burn forever in this consuming fire... Hilla's eyes closed... she was letting herself be carried by wave after wave of pulsating throbs, not knowing anymore if she was dreaming or waking. Feeling the wet prong part her virgin vaginal flesh, feeling the fire rise and flames licking sinuously at every part of her swooning body, she willingly rocked along in the rhythm to which Peter was setting the pace and pushed upward against the force that was pressuring her twitching honeypot.
Suddenly Peter's cock raised up and, being sure of his liquid target, he pummeled directly toward the sweet hot pleasure-entrance of the girl. With one sharp jerk, he brought his gigantic cocktip in contact with the novice vaginal walls that clamped themselves automatically around his trembling tip.
"More... more... " Peter cried hoarsely, feeling the tight cuntal flesh squeezing pulsatingly against the swelling ridges of his forward-pushing head as well as the thin membrane that was stopping him from gliding all the way up into the wet pussy canal. He shook groaningly with the desire to overcome the obstacle, but hearing the redhead cry out with pain and feeling that she was gathering up her remaining physical strength to resist him, he slid off the girl, crying out himself when the tightly clamped vaginal walls let go of his immensely swollen prick.
He looked at the girl to determine how far he was successful in arousing the animal in her.
Hilla was lying helplessly beside him, her slender white legs spread slightly, quivering from the heated male onslaught. Her well-rounded apple-shaped tits rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of her breathing. Peter could see how the pink aureolas had formed themselves into two tight little hard marbles, waiting longingly for his touch. The girl's entire beautiful body was coated with a misty sheen of sweat, her bright curly red hair sticking darkly against the pinkly flushed swollen face. Peter knew that the time to pierce her hadn't arrived yet. He would have to arouse her so much that pain and pleasure would intertwine and move her to act of her own volition... but how? I will try 69!
Again the seducing young man began his masterfully executed manipulation, starting by kissing her wetly, digging his tongue into the liquid folds of her swelling lips, biting her gently and then proceeding to nibble at every corner of her velvety flesh. Spreading her trembling long legs wide, he knelt between them and began his sinuous cruise downward.
Hilla's crooning response, her sighs and cries were driving him to invent more ways of kissing, licking, caressing and fondling that he thought possible, making him realize suddenly that he was bestowing the greatest care on this girl. Fuck the care, he grumbled to himself, I should just take her and rip her tight snatch apart! Why, I might never see the girl again, beautiful or not, just out of the convent or not! She is driving me crazy with her passive resistance and I have a mind just to spear her like a newly killed lamb!
But then he looked again at the tossing girl, his sweaty palms snaking downward to part her perfectly formed pubic Vee with his groping hard finger and smelled the gentle delicate fragrance, suddenly wanting first to taste the sweet innocent cunt between his ravenous lips. His big nostrils flaring, he lowered his face against the fleecy curls of her pubic hair which brushed his nose ticklingly.
Hilla cried out! What on earth was the man doing? Despite her shame and anguish, she opened her glazed eyes and peered down at the blond hair of the man that was lodged firmly between her spread-eagled legs. Feeling his hot wet breath against her trembling cuntal lips, she almost swooned, feeling powerless to resist, as if he had trapped her in some magical spell. But I can't let this happen! she thought painfully, crazy images mixed with the colors of a kaleidoscope floating in front of her staring eyes, yet there was no reserve in her to fight what was happening to her. Her arms tore at the sheets instead, lifting a corner of the thin material to stuff into her mouth to stop herself from crying out.
She knew that this was her punishment for indulging in the sins of the flesh with her sister Gertrude!
A gasping breath was sucked into her lungs as Peter's tongue parted the soft sparse hair around her vagina and his mouth closed against the naked pink-ness of her labial lips in a kiss that knotted her loins in a mixture of desire and resistance. Hilla threw herself sideways, trying to avoid the frantic lips of the man that was parting the moist fleshy folds of her pussy, but the movement brought Peter only in tighter contact as he held her tossing thighs forcefully apart. He was determined to find her clitoris and suck it until even the inexperienced young virgin would scream out with the agony of her desire. Hilla let go of the sheet in her mouth, thrashing her curly head from side to side, bloating out her shame and hurt without care as to who might hear her. Finally she found her speech again.
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE... OH, PLEASE... STOP!" she pleaded, knowing suddenly that she was lying. She didn't want Peter to stop! She was just saying stop because she was so confused!
"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm," was the muffled answer and a tightening of his clamping hands on her sweaty thighs told her that he was not about to heed to her. He was deeply buried between her awkwardly splayed legs, searching for the bud of her nerve-filled clitoris and getting impatient at not finding the undeveloped little marble right away, he took her entire wet cunt into his big mouth and sucked as hard as he could.
"UUUUUUUAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH," Hilla yelled, feeling that the devil's liquid fire was consuming her and that she was being sucked straight into hell and her entire body convulsed involuntarily at the touch of Peter's tongue there deep within her flaming vitals.
She felt as if someone were tickling her with a huge feather, and throbbing insanely she felt the first flashes of desire ravage through her young body, and recognizing this clearly she wanted to faint of pure shame. One last moment of doubt passed her... doubt as to whether or not she could summon up the moral strength to plead her case with this young stranger. But it was already too late...
Peter knew that he had brought the sensuous young girl to the point of wanting more and, feeling her tender juices flowing freely from her tight orifice of her vagina, he dug his finger once more up the steaming channel, knowing that soon he would mount her and ride her mercilessly.
Swiftly he left the wet folds of her pussy and rose up between her legs, smearing her hot vaginal juices around the ridge of his huge forehead which was thickening minutely in anticipation of the hurdle to take. Hilla opened her eyes again and stared at Peter, suddenly becoming terribly afraid. His throbbing prick was so big, it would tear her in half, for now Hilla knew that that gigantic fleshy knobby "thing" was meant to lodge itself in her tight little opening. Oh, Christ, it is impossible. He'll tear me apart!
"Oh, no, Peter, p-please, n-no," her voice squeaked, breaking in half at seeing Peter shake his head in answer and fear and resistance mingled in a giant swirl in her head until she saw red. She almost started to pray... but something stopped her just in time... instead she crawled back against the hard mattress accepting her fate resignedly.
Peter grunted. He was ready, ready, ready... his heavy sperm-filled scrotum was tightening painfully as he levered up between the splayed legs and zeroed in on the target that he was about to pierce. Knowing that the girl would thrash maddeningly at the impact, he pinned her arms next to her averted face and began his ravenous assault against her tight little crotch.
Ignoring her animal-like screams he ground his loins salaciously onto the upward-turned moistness of her cunt. His rigid pole of flesh slid along her tightly clamped furrow like a plow, parting the pink hair-rimmed lips until his bulbous lust-swollen cock was firmly planted in front of her flowery entrance.
Hilla bit hurtfully into her lower lip, as if the physical pain could somehow lessen the greater pain in her heart. She reeled under the impact of images, sensations and feelings whose intensity threatened once again to make her loose her consciousness.
"Come on, help along!" She heard Peter's voice growling at her, devoid of the tenderness and seduction of a few minutes ago, and she sensed somehow that the animal in him was taking over, spurred on by his gut-burning lust. Tears of frustration and pain welled up within her as she felt the hot thick cocktip pressure against her closed gates and she did not know how to respond.
"I don't know how!" Her words rose in a sob-filled throbbing.
"Okay... Okay... take it easy." Peter realized that his lust was making him turn into a brutal animal and that he would not accomplish anything but a great fiasco if he didn't get her to relax. Seeing the glistening evidence of tears, he lowered his mouth gently against the sensitive flesh of her nipples, feeling the little marble-like tits harden again under the swirl of his tongue and when he sensed the girl's arousal to his expert manipulating he realized that the moment had come!
His loins surged forward in one giant forceful motion and, squeezing his asscheeks tight together to give his hard thrust more strength, he barreled down into the clasping vaginal walls and broke the seal of innocence... Holding the girl down who was buckling painfully under his thrusting impact, he held her still, his semen threatening to gush hotly forward into her dark cavity from the sphincter-like clamping movements of her tautly stretched cuntal flesh.
The no-longer innocent young girl screamed in agony, feeling a liquid pole of fire wrenched between her. She no longer knew what was happening to her. All she could feel was this insane painful fire within her womb and gushes of liquid oozing out of her, coating her jerking thighs and those of the young man whom she had met only a few hours before.
Trying to ease backward she was consumed by further pain and thinking that she would be held forever in this painful steel-vise, she wished only for the welcome dark mantel of death... or at least sleep!
Peter sighed deeply. His plundering thrust had achieved the end of the beautiful girl's virginity! Now to move without paining her more, he tried easing out of the tightly clamping flesh in order to drive its length again with his blood inflated prick, but with even the slightest move, he felt the girl cry out under him. Good God, he thought, this will take some doing! But its just going to be this way the first time, hell... I can't help it. It's just going to hurt, until the hurt turns to pleasure... And I bet this little mink will turn into some fine six-toy!
He heaved backward, pulling his cock almost out of her cuntal lips, until his purplish head was the only thing remaining within the tight clasp and with a grunting sigh of passion he set to work, throwing all his muscled weight in his second downthrust that skewered wetly into her. Looking down he saw that the moistness was blood. Suddenly his brain turned red, too, and keeping Hilla pinned tightly within his grip he answered each of her outcries with one of his pumping thrusts. Not knowing what was coming over him, he thudded down on her, grinding her thrashing body into the firm mattress, each time harder than the first, his mad passion taking control of the otherwise-so-cool young man. Soon the entrance was so full of gushing liquid that he was gliding in and out freely, completely ignoring the crying girl whose great salty droplets of tears were running down her emotion-ravaged face. She stared at Peter blindly, oblivious now to the pain that his ravaging penis was causing her, just feeling that she was on fire, a liquid all-consuming fire that threatened to tear her gut apart. Would it ever cud?
As Peter's skewering thrust continued to stretch her limber flesh, Hilla gave in to the maddening rhythm, feeling the painful heat turn into a liquid warmth within her vitals, and before she knew it, she was answering his thrusts with a body language of her own. But before she could consciously feel any pleasure in what she was doing, Peter was gasping loudly. His gasp turned into an animal-like moan and his entire body jerked violently.
"I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING," he howled, grabbing Hilla's limbs roughly, and while the astounded girl was taken up into the hairy, sweaty chest of her seductor, Peter rolled and buckled wildly around the bed, his loins jerking spasmodically with the impact of his hot cum that was gushing wildly within Hilla's womb.
Hilla stared wide-eyed while being entwined with the groaning young man who was holding on to her sweaty flesh as if never to let go. She no longer even had the strength to think or try to find out what was moving the young man so animallike. She just felt an odd spasmodic movement within her tender belly which was stronger than the overall feeling of pain that she had felt earlier. If Peter would only stop the wild thrashing!
As if the sweat-covered young man had heard her silent plea, his heavy muscles started to relax and he could feel the fleshy knob that minutes before had risen to spurt out his powerful searing hot load turning flaccid rapidly. Exhausted from the hour-long play with the red-headed virgin, he slid out of the swollen cunt. He heard Hilla cry out once more as the inflamed walls released the sperm-covered blue-veined prick, and turning over without any further thought to the girl and her feelings, he went to sleep.
Hilla waited for a few moments and then carefully eased her sweat-covered legs out from under the dead weight of the peacefully breathing man. Raising herself up weakly, she suddenly saw the rumpled blood-covered sheets!
"OOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," she gasped frightened, and turning away from the awful sight, she threw herself sobbing heartbrokenly next to Peter. She never had felt this alone and frightened before! Here she was with no one in the world to care for her in the bed of a stranger who by taking advantage of her miserable situation had ripped her flesh apart without even caring if she needed a doctor. Her frail young body shook frightfully from her sobbing; unable to gather her thoughts together in any way, she finally found blissful relief in sleep as well.
CHAPTER THREE
The doorbell rang incessantly!
Drugged with sleep, the blond young man finally opened his eyes and tried to focus on the sound that seemed to come from the front door.
"Damm!" he cursed, raising himself up from the bed... and at the same time remembered where he was... and with whom!
Good God, he groaned upon seeing the bloody mess and smelling the stale semen-filled air, he rose disgustedly from the bed, casting only a brief look into the direction of the sleeping red-headed girl that he -oh, he remembered now fully-had taken a few hours before. What a mess, he grumbled looking down where the blood and semen had caked around his testicles and penis, and getting irritated at the persistent ringing of the doorbell, he yelled, "I am coming, Goddammit!" Grabbing his kimono that barely covered his strong hairy thighs, he dragged his way to the door and opened it. Rovina! he groaned Closing his sleep-laden blue eyes quickly, hoping that maybe the apparition would go away.
The tall beautiful girl that stood expectantly in front of him threw her tanned arms around his neck and nuzzled her freshly washed brunette hair against his neck.
"Hallo, Peter," she crooned, "aren't you glad to see me back so soon?"
The dazed man held the well-dressed buxomy girl at arm's length for fear that she would smell the unmistakable odor of sex and kissed her brotherly on the forehead, his mind slowly coming up and starting to race. What the fuck am I going to do now? I mean, I urn not manned to Rovina, so she really can't say anything; but I am not ready for one of her passionate tantrums either. And Miss Innocent lying in a pool of blood in the double bed.
Holy Christ.' "Of course I am glad," Peter lied without moving a muscle in his handsome face. "You are just in time to make some coffee. Go to it!"
"Coffee at two in the afternoon?" Rovina, who was better known as No. I Fashion-Model of Paris, looked at her boyfriend questioningly and wrinkled up her smooth forehead.
Realizing that she was a stunningly beautiful girl, she ran her smooth hands languorously over her flexing body, showing off the latest of her dress acquisitions. She turned slowly, hoping to have more of an affect on the slowly waking man, and undulated her tightly outlined hips in an exaggeratedly vulgar motion.
"How do you like it?" she crowed, pursing her wide lips.
"Fine... fine." Peter's mind was not at all on her snow-white lacy pantsuit that encased her round little ass and those extraordinary long legs sinuously. If he could just get her to go into the kitchen, he would be able to cart little Hilla in the living room, guide Rovina quickly to the double bed... God! Will I have time to change the sheets and open the window?
Peter groaned inwardly, while Rovina made unmistakable insinuations with her wide lips, which normally would send his cock twitching right away. "Later," he murmured, reaching over to pinch one of her nipples that was outlined clearly against the white muslin material of her top. "Go and make coffee first."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Rovina pouted, but upon seeing that her Swiss lover was not about to react to her overtures, she scissored past him into the kitchen.
The swinging door closed... and Peter raced into the bedroom.
"Quick... quick." He shook the sleeping recently deflowered young girl and was already pulling the sheets from under her, when Hilla awoke... and remembered with painful knowledge that she was lying totally nude in a stranger's bed. And he wanted her to get up, this much was clear. Something was happening which was beyond her understanding, and trying to raise her bruised body, she cried out in pain, feeling her swollen cunt.
"Shhhhhhhh," Peter motioned her to get off the bed and without any further explanations, he grabbed the shaking young girl by the hand, gathered her clothes off the floor and pushed her into the living room. "Don't make a sound. I'll explain to you later!" The door closed and Hilla found herself on the couch, goose pimples on her rosy flesh and disconnected thoughts and images racing through her poor, stunned brain. She felt so utterly helpless and under the control of her seductor that she simply had no initiative to act on her own. Sitting curled up, with her legs tucked under her, she crawled forlornly into a corner of the couch, awaiting her fate. Adjusting to her surroundings, she shook her red curls out of her peach-colored round little face and tried to figure out the difference in the room from when she had sat here before. The room was somehow larger. Focusing a little more, she suddenly realized that the room had converted into two rooms... no! it was a mirror... the same mirror as in the bedroom in which she lost her virginity! But it wasn't a mirror... it was like an open glass.
Hilla's pert little mouth fell in astonishment when she saw that she could observe everything that was going on in the other room! Perhaps Peter had watched her from this room before. The red hot flash of embarrassment shot through the naked huddled girl with tremendous speed, making her belatedly ashamed of what had taken place earlier and suddenly she felt with razor-sharp acuteness how her tightly swollen honeypot was reliving the bold entry of Peter's thick prick. Her flesh twitched momentarily and she leaned back into the soft pillows of the large couch letting the strange emotions and feelings race over her willingly. Her attention was diverted, though, by a movement in the other room.
Peter was finishing putting clean sheets on the bed, when the other door of the bedroom opened... and this beautiful tall girl entered! Hilla gasped involuntarily, trying to grab for a piece of clothing to cover her nudity when she realized, of course, that they were in the other room and couldn't see her. But she could hear and understand them!
"There," Peter said, turning into the direction of the gorgeous tall brunette who sniffed the air with widening nostrils. "Ready for breakfast!"
"What's my blue dress doing out?" Rovina asked sharply.
"Don't know. What about the coffee, eh?" Peter took off his kimono, praising Rovina's slowness in making the coffee that allowed him a quick wash as well, and settled naked into the freshly made bed.
"Coming!" Rovina sang out, knowing that after coffee in bed they would make love. And did she love to make it! And her wide pink lips were perfect for cock-sucking! She knew that!
Hilla watched astoundedly as the girl left the room, too stunned to even question her appearance or her connection with Peter. The only thing she knew was that Peter spoke of a sister and that those expensive and beautiful clothes obviously belonged to her. And brothers and sisters seemed also not to be ashamed to be seen nude in front of each other, judging from the way that Peter was acting. She watched with mere curiosity, not knowing what else to do.
The girl entered the room again and brought a tray with steaming coffee, rolls and butter and sat the tray on the bedcovers. Even Hilla, who had almost no comparison as to what would be considered beautiful or not, felt a slow admiration rising for the stunning good looks of the woman next door. She watched in fascination as they ate and drank, not understanding much of the conversation that went on, because Rovina was speaking French now.
Soon Peter was finishing up his coffee, put the tray down onto the floor and reached for the laughing girl, who was in a good mood to play and escaped her lover's greedy hands by sliding off the bed. With her back to Peter, she proceeded to unbutton her top languorously, making sure that her handsome friend was watching every detail. The blouse dropped and Rovina started to manipulate her full breasts until the large brown aureolas stood upright tightly before facing the content man in the bed. Cupping the full undersides obscenely in her slender hands, she held them out to him, making sucking noises with her moist lips to indicate that she wanted to be sucked there.
Peter reached... but Rovina snaked away, chuckling again.
"Come and get it!" she cooed, standing at the foot of the bed, her back facing Hilla, so that the latter could not see what was going on. She only saw Rovina's tightly rounded bottom bending over, threatening to jump out of the clinging material of her slacks. Now she was sliding sideways a little and Hilla saw that her hands were under the blanket, seemingly stroking the young man's legs. Her long brunette hair fell forward covering her slowly heating face and Hilla heard only inconsequential animal-like murmurs accompanying the slow strokes. In amazement, the inexperienced girl watched Peter's face reddening slowly, his firm full lips opened slightly and the tongue crept out of one corner, licking lovingly along his underlip.
The sight of this made Hilla swoon with a sudden hot rush that seemed to overcome her tender limbs, and she found herself transplanted to a few hours ago, where that tongue was cruising over her own tingling flesh, searching for the hidden flower between her legs.
Hilla untucked those trembling legs now and let hem drop widely onto the floor. Spread thus, she could feel the movements of Peter's tongue along her inflamed young skin, as if it were happening this very minute! Without thinking, she moved her itching fingers down between the moistness of her swollen crotch and let them rest there. It felt so good! It was hot and wet in there, and though her touch hurt, the pleasure that she felt outweighed the discomfort.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," Hilla heard Peter groan, and diverting her attention from herself to what was happening in the next room, she sat up eagerly to see what was causing the groan.
Peter was throwing off the bedcovers, reaching brutally for Rovina's head. "Get down there," he commanded and to Hilla's surprise Rovina got up from the bed, unhooked her pants and dropped them carelessly on the floor. Peter didn't seem to pay much attention to her beautifully excited body, with the nipples shrunken tightly into two hard marble balls, her soft belly coated with a fine spray of perspiration dripping down oozingly to the high-set hair-fringed Venus mound.
"Quit fooling around," Peter hissed when Rovina was running her long finger ecstatically through her steaming cuntal furrow and lifted the juice-coated finger to her pursed mouth and sucked on it. "I know what's your favorite! Get to it!"
Rudely he tore at Rovina's hand and led it to the gigantically firm shaft that stood majestically upright from his crotch, and which Hilla was trying not to look at. But magnetically her eyes were drawn to the "thing" and she finally gave in to the desire to look at it directly. She shuddered in memory how he had pierced her! Now she saw the hard fleshy pole that could cause pain and pleasure at the same time, rising from a thick, hair-covered base, blue veins standing out astonishingly and as Rovina's hand crept knowingly around the fleshy folds of Peter's throbbing staff, Hilla could see how one skin was peeled back to reveal a weirdly shaped smooth top that was separated from the rest of the burgeoning staff by a ridge.
Rovina's expert touch made Peter open his legs wide, revealing his strong set of balls to Hilla, and for a moment she wished that it was her who was touching the curling flesh!
Watching the tall beautiful brunette sliding her snake-like long fingers up and down the minutely swelling cock, Hilla felt that she could learn that, too! But the next minute made her swallow hard!
Peter was taking the squealing model by the hair and bent her head all the way down toward his heating loins, demanding something from her that apparently was part of the game they were playing. Rovina went down on her knees.
"Take it easy, babe," she whispered hoarsely, shaking loose from her lover's sudden grip.
She loved sucking cock... but her way!
Her left hand started caressing his ankles and her right was playing artfully around his ears, mouth and neck, and as both hands continued their caressing travel toward his expectant shivering middle, Rovina started her favorite game. Driving the man wild with the desire of having her wide knowing lips clamped around his lust-stiffened cock. He was going to get it, all right... but slowly!
Hilla was so absorbed in watching the fascinating things going on in the other room that she was hardly aware of her own body sensations... of her perspiration gathering... her hardening of her pink little nipples... the tingling that was creeping maddeningly toward her moistening center. Her wide staring eyes were matching her loosely hanging open mouth, as if it was herself that was preparing to take the giant swollen prick between her innocent lips!
Rovina knew how to drive a man crazy! Her stepfather had shown her the art of cocksucking when she was eleven years old, and though she had many lovers over the years since leaving her home-she was 22 years old now-lovers with many an exciting trick and big strapping cocks... her favorite remained to suck cock, or rather the excitement that she could cause a man by drawing out the moment where her expert lips would finally close over the singing flesh of her man. And there wasn't a man that didn't like it!
Peter was pushing forward now, trying to wriggle himself in a position where Rovina's steamy mouth would have to touch his hungering cocktip. But she moved sideways like a cagey animal, watching his buttocks rolling on the mattress in anticipation of her slightly opened wet lips coming in contact with his jerking penis, and forming an oval shape with her lewdly opened moisture-slicked lips, she made round cruising motions above his aching prick, breathing hotly around his quivering flesh without actually touching it.
"Damn you!" Peter growled trying to grab for her hair and pin her down jerking his loins upward in his attempt to be eaten. But Rovina was a master at holding off and savagely she was enjoying the man's craving for her. Nothing else mattered, she had him now where she wanted to. Going crazy with desire!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she haunted him teasingly, moving quickly above and around his iron-hard staff, careful to avoid his groping hands that once they would get a hold of her, they would bring her mercilessly down with no choice but to open her mouth wide and take in the pressuring lusty cock.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she hissed now, knowing that she could make him beg for it like a little baby if she chose to get up now.
Gruntingly Peter conceded, waiting deliriously for her fleshy tongue to snake out and lick him, meanwhile enjoying her lewd fingers massaging his heavy sperm-filled scrotum.
Hilla stared unbelievingly at the scene in front of her, sensing correctly that the participants were certainly having a good time, but knowing that they were indulging in the greatest of sins-to revel in the flesh! And they would burn in hell for it! And herself as well for watching them... and perversely enjoying it... and what was worse, Hilla realized with growing agony and shock, she wanted to be part of it!
Suddenly Rovina seemed to have changed her mind, and without warning she dove down onto the waiting fleshy cocktip and pressed it hungrily between her wet sucking lips. Her head pressed forward and Peter undulated in unbelievable delight as the tightly rounded fullness of her lips closed over the smooth-stretched skin of his cock, feeling her long tongue swiping slowly around its twitching tip, causing him to jerk inside her hot mouth.
With growing intensity he felt them move down his lustfully pulsing hardness and his arms flailed downward to press on her head, for he wanted to feel himself rubbing against her throat.
"Ahhhhh-uuuuummmmm... yeah, baby... that's it," he crooned, selfishly enjoying the hot moist warmth of Rovina's saliva and the tender flesh of her lewdly flapping tongue. His groping hands moved toward her puffing cheeks and he pressed hard inward.
Rovina gurgled mewingly as she began to suck him mindlessly with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though her favorite toy was going to be taken away from her. All her gnawing sexual hunger that burned deep inside her nakedly writhing vagina was now concentrated in her cock-hungry mouth. Above her lewdly bobbing head Peter groaned incoherently and his hands pushed even tighter against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it!
Flexing his wildly aching penis in and out of the oval formed by her lips he rolled his buttocks around lewdly, making the mattress creak and groan under the tumultuous heating movement. He watched wild-eyed from above as his glistening rod disappeared into her warmly clasping mouth as if it were another hungry nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist wetness of her saliva-filled mouth.
Suddenly he remembered the young girl in the other room, and remembering her tightly clasping cunt of a few hours ago, he humped harder than ever into Rovina's oral cavity, his mind going slightly blank. He hardly knew anymore whether he was fucking or being sucked, it all mixed into a blinding heat wave that raced pulsatingly through his arched loins. Was Hilla watching? he wondered though, and was she getting hot?
The shaken young girl in the other room watched fascinated as the man's loins seemed to grow hotter and hotter by the minute. She saw the sweat trickling down his hairy thighs, Rovina's finger squeezing the thick base of the glistening shaft while she continued to suck. She heard the vulgar smacking sounds mixed with Peter's wanton groaning and she thought she could smell the strange odor that had invaded her own nostrils this morning.
She was simply amazed that the gigantic wet penis fit into the girl's mouth and that she seemed so much to enjoy sucking it! She was burying her face in his loins with the hunger of an unfed animal, sucking and licking wildly. Hilla could see the girl's body sweating profusely as well, twitching along with the humping movements of Peter, and she wondered why Peter was not doing to Rovina what he had done to herself this morning.
How strange it all was! And how much more the innocent girl was going to be surprised!
The absurd movements in the next room got wilder and wilder, the groaning and hissing breathing louder and louder and Hilla was wondering what was going to happen next, feeling strangely affected by the lewd humping of Peter's loins into the madly bobbing head of the tall brunette. She felt her tender stomach muscles cramping and twitching and shortly thereafter realized that her moist wet vaginal folds, on which her hand was wandering without Hilla's awareness, was gushing with a wave of hot sticky fluid. Her own breath was coming short in panting gasps, turning into the strangest outcry upon seeing a change taking place behind the mirror!
Rovina's sweat-covered glistening body was buckling like that of wild horses, and with what seemed to be a violent thrust, she suddenly pulled back from the incoherently groaning young man, turning her large gray eyes around in her head. Her shaking hands flew to her throat and Hilla realized that the girl was desperately coughing and choking.
"NOT NOW... GODDAMN YOU... NOT NOW," Peter screamed agonizingly while trying to reach for Rovina's resisting body.
"I CAN'T... YOU CHOKED ME... CAN'T YOU SEE?"
"BUT I'M CUMMMMMMING... OH, FUCK, I CAN'T HOLD IT... I AM CUMMMING... AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Hilla's astonished widely staring eyes saw the blond man arching his muscular back, and her rosy mouth dropped unabashedly in amazement when she noticed that his grotesquely swollen thick prick stood upright and within seconds started to shiver, shake, throb, jerk... how Peter was drawing up his knees and digging his hands into the bedding... and then how this incredibly white stream shot visibly through the blue-veined turbulent cock and out in a wide curve, splattering wetly over the lusty young model who was still trying to clear her throat.
"Ahhh, come one," she said disgustedly, trying to avoid being hit by the hot sticky liquid, wondering as always she did, when Peter Climaxed why he was being so voluble about it.
It seemed like he was so tensed most of the time that his ardent release of sperm was stronger than anyone's. Of course, she had no idea that there was a young naked girl in he next room who was seeing a male's sperm for the first time, and who thought that it was the most fascinating thing she ever had come across.
Had she known, she probably would have been more excited than she already was, for she didn't mind being watched at all. Rovina was known to have great streaks of perversity and one of them was making love while being watched by someone, and preferably having the watcher join her later. She knew that there was something intensely exciting in the silent participation of the watcher and usually that person was so turned on that she would willingly join the lusty games.
Peter's intense moaning stopped and he rolled over on his sweaty flanks trying to breathe normally. His rapidly shrinking cock was disappearing forlornly between its hairy base and he thought with agony how Rovina would prod him to satisfy her deep sexual hunger. If there was only someone else at this moment that could handle her for him! Suddenly he had an idea! It would not only provide lusty entertainment for him, it would probably drive Rovina wild! Though he didn't put it past the greedy tall brunette to have already made some Lesbian contact.
Summoning up his remaining fading strength, Peter sat up and motioned for the still-kneeling high-breasted young girl to lay down next to him.
Rovina swung her lithe limbs up onto the rumpled sheets, "a raucous gleam in her eyes in anticipation of a continuing love session. Sinuously she stroked her heated limbs, running her spidery fingers lewdly through the opening wet cuntal furrow. "MMMMMMMMMMM," she hummed, closing her thickly lashed cat's eyes.
Peter got up and walked toward the door leading to the living room, undecided for a second whether or not it was a good idea to bring Hilla into the game. Perhaps Rovina would turn ghastly violent... or worse yet, perhaps Hilla would scream and faint. There was only one way to find out!
Entering the living room, he found the young girl cowering nude in the corner of the couch and one look at her swollen puffed up face told him that she had been watching and was excited. Better for him! Naked as he was, filled with the unspeakably pungent odor of recent sex he walked over to the couch and asked Hilla to please come with him. Seeing her pink hardened nipples, the slight perspiration over the rosy white young flesh and the quick jerking away of her hand from her softly fleecy-like mound, he knew that Hilla was ready. She would need considerable coaxing to go down on Rovina, but she would do it... Peter knew!
"Come with me," Peter said as soothingly as possible, motioning for Hilla to forget the few pieces of clothing that she was starting to pick up.
The naive redhead followed Peter obediently into the bedroom thinking that his "sister" wanted perhaps to speak to her, and being glad at making her acquaintance, she began to smile timidly. It was very strange the way that everyone was running around naked in this house, but perhaps this was the way of Paris and she, Hilla, would simply have to learn how to adjust fast. Gingerly she stepped forward, feeling Peter's clammy hands against her behind pushing her to go forward to the bed, where the lusty model was lying spread-eagled. Hearing Peter return, she opened her eyes.
Rovina's soft, loving expression turned into that of surprise, shock and anger as she saw a most beautiful naked young girl stand in front of the bed looking at her with large staring green eyes, Was she dreaming?
"W-What the hell is this?" she finally managed to blurt out, and suddenly realizing that the perfectly shaped female body in front of her didn't just come out of the blue sky, but must have been in Peter's apartment all the time, she sat up abruptly and turned on Peter.
"You incredible bastardly son-of-a-bitch," she spat, looking around for an object to throw at Peter who was carefully avoiding to stay out of Rovina's reach... should she go into a rage.
"I'll explain it to you later." He tried to calm her down, knowing that once Rovina was on one of these tantrums, she could only be stopped by smooth words... or by stuffing her twitching mouth with a swollen cock, of which the latter he did not possess.
Throwing fierce angry glances at the timid Hilla, who stood frozen in one spot after the first angry word, Rovina directed all the jealousy that was surging through her steamy hungering body like a needle of hot fire at the noncommittal young man, and turning to her mother language in her surprise and her anger, she erupted like a volcano, using hands and feet, rolling eyes and even saliva-dribbling mouth to accuse Peter of every conceivable nasty act in the book.
The shivering redhead, who sensed the anger acutely, though she didn't really understand the words, stood intimidated at the foot end of the bed, feeling totally lost in this new world of the senses and ashamed that she didn't have enough courage to leave. Leave the weirdly stimulating atmosphere and go out alone to the streets and find a way to live decently and under the guidance of her religion. Hilla felt acutely ashamed of her weakness, not even daring to face her God to whom she normally spoke and discussed all her problems with, feeling that somehow she had sinned too much already. And now to stand here trembling, naked alone between the fury of the beautiful girl in bed and the quiet answers of the handsome young man, all of which she didn't really understand.
Peter was walking up behind her now... and Hilla wanted to run! To run from the temptation of wanting his strong hairy arms wrap around her as he had done earlier that morning, and as he was doing now, while continuing to speak soothingly to the infuriated French girl. She felt the bony fingers cup her upright shivering breasts, snaking out knowingly to the sensitive aureolas, his arms brushing her tender ribcage. Wanting to close her eyes in the frustrating pleasure that she was experiencing, at the same time not wanting to take her look away from the girl, she heard the calmly speaking voice behind her directing itself at the tall brunette. He was switching to English.
"So that's the whole story," Peter sighed, pinching her quickly elongating tits to the point of pain, and suddenly there was a new questioning tone in his voice.
"Look at her... isn't she a perfect specimen of the innocent young maiden? What would you do with her?" Peter's leering voice leapt through the room. All was silent.
The passive redhead sensed a change. Not daring to move, she stood frozen under the man's expert manipulation, feeling that strange movement invading her body and dreamlike she responded to the hot tingling that swirled through her, sizzling lasciviously up from her toes along her trembling thigh flesh, concentrating in her pulsating juice-filled Vee and lost itself racing upward to her bedazzled brain. Not knowing what she was doing, she began to sway sinuously, bumping lightly against Peter, who didn't think it possible for his cock to rear its thick head again! But it did!
Rovina's steel-gray eyes were mere slits as she watched her man fondle the strange young girl and seeing the girl's almost unconscious sensual response, her swollen lips smirked downward with the perverse thoughts that were suddenly and deliciously forming in her heated head. Yeah! I could dig it! I wouldn't mind that sweet velvety-looking flesh next to me in bed! And those heart-shaped sensual lips kissing my cunt!
"She knows nothing," Peter's hard voice interrupted Rovina's roving thoughts.
"Time to teach her, don't you think?" Rovina's voice thickened with desire. And turning to Hilla, she spoke to her, "You are all shivering, come here in bed with me," she said mockingly.
For the first time Hilla responded. Women she was used to. Not naked, and not in bed-Gertrude flashed blindingly across her mind and the sin that she had committed with her sister-but she trusted them, and she was glad to escape the roving hands of the smelly stocky young man behind her. Eagerly she moved forward and slipped into the sheets that Rovina was holding open to her, cuddling lyingly close to the older girl.
Rovina cast another glance at her lover who stood with his thick prick erect in front of the bed. "Well... this is my scene... if I need you I'll let you know. Why don't you fix us a tea?"
Peter stood totally amazed at his girlfriend's statement, but seeing that she was quite serious and was already showering the German girl with her affections, he left the room grumblingly, knowing that he would return to watch or to participate. This was too good to be true. He was always hoping that Rovina would turn more liberal and understanding, so that he wouldn't have to leave his home in order to satisfy his excess cravings. This was really fine! Perhaps he would paint the two in their perverse embrace...
Though Rovina was hotter than hell, her limbs aching painfully for the relief of an orgasm, she remembered Peter's words about the frightened little virgin that was lying trembling next to her, she knew that it would take a great deal of convincing -or luck-for the redhead to go down and suck her wet lips to a cum. She could start by showing her how to do it!
Comfortingly, she stroked the strange girl's warm flesh, murmuring things into her ear, pressing her lithe body close to Hilla's and wrapping her slim arms around her, caressing the back, riding up and down the spine, making Hilla tingle. There was no more animosity toward the beautiful girl, just ravenous, held-back desire to prod the passive body next to her into a sensual awakening.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hilla felt comfortable for the first time since she left the convent. It was easy to forge that she was nude in bed with a strange beautiful girl under the comfortable mantel that was drawing over the poor girl's consciousness. The murmuring sounds of her companion, together with the soft undemanding strokes along her spine, were lulling her into a dreamlike state and she felt reduced to times of infancy, where she remembered that her mother had held her thus. Before the car accident, before the convent, before anything she could otherwise remember, Hilla cherished the few minute memories of being baby, suckling blissfully on the heavy breasts of her Mom.
Yet she was not allowed the luxury of her simple bliss too long, for Rovina's strong emotions were urging her onto respond somehow to the soft caresses, and she heard Rovina chuckle softly and seductively as her cruising hands swerved around to the front of her breasts, continuing he movement that Peter had started a few minutes before and against her will, Hilla moaned softly. There seemed to be no way to escape her frustrating physical sensations; at every turn in her new life there was a situation that demanded this response from her; something that was not clear to her why it was bothering her, apart from the fact that it was sin... !
She was terribly confused again, feeling the brunette's wide lips brushing close to her own half-opened hot lips. On the other hand, she didn't want to leave the comfort of the older woman's arms, the smooth subtle length of her. Willingly she opened her tightly clamped legs under the pressure of the tall girl's knee, and when the first kiss pressured against her wet oral cavity, she was no longer surprised to find herself responding with her own pink little tongue wrapping itself wetly around the other girl's probing tongue.
"Yes, my little lamb... that's it," Rovina's words came hoarsely between breaths, and unable to retain her growing sexual excitement, she mounted the tiny girl quickly, rubbing her own soft flesh against the softly squashed breasts under her, and began to moan and her movements quickened.
Hilla found herself swept up in the rocking movement of the French girl above her, realizing that she was so much softer than Peter's hard pressuring weight this morning.
Why, this is nice, she thought dreamily, her own hands reaching out tenderly to grasp the girl's dark long hair. Not like that hard rigid pole ramming against her thighs... and later piercing her so painfully!
"You like me?" Rovina's whisper barely penetrated Hilla's dream-like state, yet she nodded in answer, responding more than before to the snaky tongue that was writhing wildly deep within her hot mouth, the wet tongue sliding past and around her teeth and at the same time she felt the enticing kneading around her throbbing nipples, making her writhe involuntarily which brought Rovina's knee sliding high up between her own and pressing hotly against her own hot pussy. How can this be happening to me? She thought in dismay, but before she could carry the thought any further, she found herself caught up in the drawing pulsating movements of Rovina, who was now embarking on a voyage, stopping at each and every erogenous zone that she knew a girl possessed. The trouble is, I like it! Hilla added, not knowing yet that she was highly sensual and was made to love and to be loved.
Rovina's mouth was soft and warm, her tongue sweet as she probed, tickling and teasing, making her respond willingly, at first sucking and then slowly allowing her tongue to be led into the saliva-filled cavern of Rovina's mouth. She found that her breasts were on fire and that her little belly was quaking.
The predatory French girl felt the lack of resistance and led the redhead's hand to the juncture of her own satin-smooth thighs and pressed them against the soft, lust swollen lips. Now Hilla tried to withdraw desperately, but long slender legs clamped her hand in place and then Rovina was rotating her pelvis, rubbing her pussy over the imprisoned fingers. Hilla felt the moist pussy flower open and then her fingers were inside the hot wetness. Rovina's kissing and manipulation of Hilla's breasts became more urgent and arousing, and Hilla, groaning in what seemed like surrender, found herself pressing strongly against the model's firm breasts.
Suddenly the cunning brunette slid off the innocent young girl and settled lustily between the spread legs that tried to shut themselves quickly in protest.
"I am not going to hurt you... just hold still!" Rovina's soft voice was caressing the confused redhead, making her unable to resist, and under the kneading pressure of the older girl's hands, Hilla opened her trembling thighs pretending that it wasn't really happening. But something inside her was nagging, telling her not to lie to herself-that she wanted the gorgeous brunette, whose deft fingers were running spider-like above and around Hilla's twitching slit, to fondle her, to make her feel good, to make her just-awakened flesh sizzle with the forbidden sensual pleasure. Hilla felt her golden thighs pressing upward to meet the soft stroking, enjoying the masses of long brunette hair splaying over her slender legs.
"OOOOOOHHHHHAAAAAHHHH," Hilla's soft moan came from the deepest inside of her quaking white belly, as she felt her juicy vaginal lips parted by gentle fingers and then a hot blowing breath on the sensitive coral-hued inner flesh.
Her trembling fingers reached to wrap themselves compulsively around Rovina's hair, and breath after breath escaped her slack half-opened mouth in the maddening anticipation of further arousing contact.
Rovina knelt boldly between the young girl's soft thighs, her own vaginal muscles contracting quickly as the fine coral inner flesh came into her desirous view and she marveled at the perfection of Hilla's unused vagina. Longingly she ran her pulsating forefinger along the juice-coated inner lips of the moaning redhead's cunt, ravenous to suck them up into her wanting mouth. Carefully she probed for the hidden tiny clitoris button, determined to make it rise and harden, and when she found it, Rovina expertly ran the soft fingertip of her shaking hands over and around it, speeding up the movement when she felt from Hilla's timid response that she was on the right track. Suddenly something popped into the French girl's mind. I bet she has never had a clitoral orgasm! If what Peter says is true, I will try to make her cum. Perhaps she will be so turned on she will do it to me!
Her own thighs clenching together with lewd desire, the kneeling seductress darted her tongue directly at the hardening clit button, keeping the lips of Hilla's flowering wet pussy spread and flickered her pointed tongue like a snake over the glistening little marble.
"Oh, no, no, no, no," Hilla cried out softly at the lingual attack, writhing excitedly on the crumpled sheets of the big double bed, overcome by a rush of rapidly spreading fire that was racing through her spasmodically jerking limbs with the speed of light, leaving her weak and wanting!
But Rovina wasn't heeding her denial, knowing that the young girl was well on the road of discovering sensual pleasures, and driven by her own nagging lust, she pressed Hilla's clamping legs further apart, lustily sucking up all of the undeveloped cuntal lips between her expert teeth and lips, nibbling teasingly, changing to broad enticing licks and sucking heartily with obscene smacking sounds. Her bold hands were holding Hilla's tiny milk-white asscheeks underneath and pumping them upward to her-she knew-tantalizing mouth, her tongue flicking from side to side, making Hilla scream softly now in undisguised delight.
"Well... well... well... " Both girls heard the leering voice of Peter who had entered the room unheard, and upon finding Rovina sucking the moaning girl's tender cunt so avidly, kneeling with her half-moon shaped behind sticking up into the air, showing Peter a slightly gaping liquid-oozing cunt, he almost felt like mounting Rovina from behind... dogfashion! His sleepy prick twitched with the lusty idea of ramming it down the moist canal facing him, making Rovina scream with desire for an orgasm while she would continue to suck the newly initiated redhead's swelling honeypot! But on second thought, the voyeuristically inclined young man preferred to watch the seduction of Hilla. He pulled up a hassock and sat by the side of the bed, eager not to miss a single of the lustful movements in front of him.
Hilla acutely felt the presence of Peter, wondering briefly about the strange relationship between him and his "sister", but then got caught up as Rovina's thick tongue slithered into her responding pussy, twirling, licking and flicking, driving her insane with the oncoming rush of heat and tingling. Then the tongue traveled upwards again toward that nerve center that she never knew she possessed making it grow and throb.
Suddenly, without warning, Rovina swung around on the bed and straddled Hilla's glowing face, clamping her sweating legs tight around the totally bedazzled young German girl, and before Hilla could move or say anything, Rovina was continuing he cunning oral manipulation.
What am I supposed to do? Hilla was suffocating under the wet swollen cuntal lips that were rotating rhythmically in her face and the pungent odor of vaginal juice threatened to make her faint. She felt a tight hard button riding on her nose as Rovina was twitching from side to side, hoping that the excited virgin would start to lick her. But Hilla lay helpless under the onslaught. "Suck me, suck me, too!" The beautiful model came up from Hilla's perspiring crotch and cried out in agony.
Hilla tried, feeling that she wanted to give the sex-hungry brunette the same pleasure that she was receiving, and gingerly her pink little tongue slid out of her hot mouth, trying to find a way to suck the wildly rotating cunt. Rovina shook violently when the first hot contact reached her liquid-giving cuntal passage, and to drive Hilla further delights, she sped up the tempo of her own slobbering licking.
Despite Peter's decision to watch, he found his virile penis suddenly erect, jerking convulsively with the desire to fuck. Anybody! Anything! He reached for Hilla's sweaty curly fingers, tugged hard when he felt a resistance and then groaned fitfully, as her small fingers finally tried to grip his thick, hair-covered base the way that he was showing her; with his hand over hers, he showed the half-unconscious girl how to run her hand along his swelling prick while she was being sucked and tonguing the other girl as well. If this doesn't get her going! he thought rudely.
The dilated pussy of the French girl was wriggling sensuously around on her face, and Hilla felt the sticky juices smearing all over her round little face, enticing her, making her hotter than before, making her lose all sense of time and place and without her conscious knowledge, her tongue began to work on its own, finding the right places and the right movements. Soon Rovina was helplessly undulating, moaning whimperingly into Hilla's swelling cunt, delirious with the knowledge that she was awakening the young ex-nun to the pleasures of the senses. Barely, Rovina heard Peter's sharp-coming short breaths close to her, sensing only that he had found a way to participate.
The natural animal-like reaction of Hilla was driving her insane, and as the inexperienced, but searching tongue of the girl was cruising up and down over her stiff clit, Rovina felt the oncoming gasps of an orgasm. It started deep in her belly like a bomb going off and sweeping through her jerking, trembling body and spilling from her loins into the sucking mouth of Hilla, who lay frozen with fear as the tumultuous surge of orgasm swept over the thrashing French girl, pressing her wildly twitching cunt further down on the almost suffocating freckled-faced girl. What is happening? Is Peter's sister hurt? she asked herself, feeling the warm juices spilling over her face, as well as Peter's hand jerking nervously on hers, indicating for her to continue the maddening up and down stroke over the soft wet skin of his hard prong.
All during those jerking and throbbing motions of the tall, experienced brunette, Rovina refused to let go of the sweet nectar that was oozing out of Hilla's virginal cunt, and determined to make the young girl experience a clitoral orgasm, she drew the dripping pussy up to her lewdly sucking mouth, propelling her stiff tongue with insane speed over and around Hilla's developing nerve-filled clit dud.
Hilla was thinking that she was going to die! Never had she felt more oblivious to her surroundings, never had she known anything as exciting as what was happening to her now. Every nerve of her small body was at high pitch and not knowing what she was doing, her hand was running furiously up and down Peter's cock, along with the increasingly speedy rhythm of Rovina's tongue. Something was happening in her body!
Hilla didn't know whether to cry or to faint! Still licking Rovina's throbbing flesh, she felt a totally new, strange fiery wave running through her tumultuous flesh, an increasing wild tingling that threatened to make her feel as if she were going to explode!
Peter grunted loudly looking down at the little moist hand that was running so furiously along his glistening shaft, knowing that he girl was close to her first cum and he chuckled between hoarse breaths thinking that at the same time little Hilla was masturbating him without really knowing what she was doing!
"Harder... more... come on, Hilla!" he commanded the furiously sucking Hilla, reaching greedily between the two female bodies to pinch her soft breasts, feeling Hilla coming closer and closer to what would be her first experience, at the same time jerking him off-he was sure he, too, would explode any minute.
Without warning it came!
The slender ex-nun began to shake uncontrollably, a blinding heat wave raced through her and she threw her nerve-sizzling legs wildly over the slurping greedily sucking older girl, her pelvis rotated for seconds, and as Hilla's churning buttocks were held in suspension in mid-air, her first cum ravaged her virginal body. A high-pitched electronic-like whine invaded her and Hilla held completely still as the emotional explosion took place within her.
Peter tried furiously to make the young girl's hand continue its hard gliding motions over his immensely swollen penis in his desire to spurt out for the third time this day his hot thick cum, but the hand was hanging helplessly from her arm like disconnected from the rest of the convulsing body.
"OH, MY GOD... OH, MY GOD... FATHER, SON AND HOLY GHOST!" Hilla used her fusing strength and threw the French girl of her rocking body, curling and twisting under the unbelievable rippling that held her vise-like in the grip of her cum. She turned around, tore at her red curly hair and convulsed into the hard mattress not knowing whether she was dreaming or waking.
"THE DEVIL IS SHAKING ME," she screamed into the pillows, unable to hold back the tears of her day-long frustration and fear. They spilled out hotly, searing her heat-swollen face, dribbling into her groaningly opened mouth and fused with the savage emotions and sensations that were driving like wild fire through her body.
"Man alive!" Peter said, almost forgetting the sudden pain in his gut from being stopped at the almost-point, at seeing the young girl thrash thusly. Looking pleadingly at Rovina to finish him off, he only found a satisfied smirk on his lover's face as if to say "Well so much for you, you greedy bastard!" Dejectedly he got up, his knees wobbling under him, and with a disgusted look toward the two beautiful girls on his bed, he turned and left the room, leaving Hilla to moan out her completion, while Rovina lay satisfied oh the bed, stroking the sobbing girl softly.
"What a stupid idea of mine," he mumbled on his way to the living room. "Get two chicks together and they enjoy themselves so much, they don't need any more prick! Damn!" An unknown calm came over the young exhausted redhead, as her bodily thrashing subsided slowly, a lightness in her head that she did not know could be! She heard angels sing and saw the liquid golden colors of a sunset-lit sky, making her feel sure that she was arriving at the promised land! Happily, she closed her tired eyes and went to sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
The weight on Hilla's right arm was becoming unbearable!
She turned slowly, waking with the feeling that her body had been run over by a car.
Everything hurt painfully and an iron band pressured dully over her forehead. She tried to open her eyes, but found her lids too heavy, and she abandoned the grueling effort. If only her arm would stop hurting. Something was lying on top. Now if she slowly would try to pull her stiff arm out from under, she would probably be all right!
Hilla's eyelids fluttered again with the painful effort of trying to open them. Her breath came thick and rasping through the stale air in the painter's bedroom. Or was it hers?
The nude redhead gained consciousness.
A bushel of black greasy hair was half-hidden in the messed-up sheets, and that awful thick, snoring-like breathing came from "it!" Not from her! Goose pimples formed on all her exposed limbs and Hilla felt like crawling back into the warm womb of forgetfulness that her long sleep had brought her. Where was she? Who was that person next to her? Was it a man or a woman?
The tousled-haired young girl cringed with the pain of removing her arm from under the deadweight body next to her, hoping that she would not wake anyone! She knew the bedroom! It was Peter's and Rovina's bedroom, and she was their guest, and they had made love together, becoming friends! But Peter was blond! And Rovina brunette... then who was the black-haired person next to her?
Hilla felt sick to her stomach, and as she moved carefully off the rumpled, smelly bed she realized that her entire body was dragging under an invisible weight and where her long slender legs ran into the perfectly shaped triangular pleasure center, she felt swollen!
"Ahhhhh," she gasped involuntarily, her hand flying to cover her mouth for fear that someone would wake... and she found that her rosy full lips were swollen as well! What had happened to her?
Gingerly she tried to ease off the bed, being acutely aware of the heavy throbbing between her thighs. The bathroom... where was the bathroom... ? She stepped on the floor... and found that the floor was moving! God Almighty! Hilla stared at the two figures that lay lewdly entwined next to the bed on the floor and began to tremble with fear. She didn't know who they were, either!
I have to leave! I have to find my clothes and leave this house. Just to get out of the room!
Hilla thought frantically, suddenly becoming aware of the variety of breathing noises that were filling the room. Looking around to see if there were any more strange bodies lying around, she spotted her cotton blouse and skirt draped obscenely over a life-size doll in the corner that Rovina must be using as a model. The skirt was raised up and someone had ripped the cloth underneath and screwed an empty bottle of wine into the place where a girl's cunt would normally be! And there were bottles and bottles and more bottles strewn all over the floor! And ashes, cigarette butts, mixed with pieces of clothing... and sleeping bodies. What is this? Hilla asked herself in mounting fear and disgust. What has happened? I have to leave here immediately! Where are my things? Oh, God! The young German girl was close to throwing up. Only the fear that someone would wake and talk to her kept her from becoming violently sick. She squeezed her quaking white belly with all her strength, screwing up her green wide-set eyes and looked desperately for the rest of her clothes. Perhaps they were in the living room! She managed to retrieve her skirt and blouse from the mannequin, stepping gingerly over the entwined snoring bodies, and despite the aching of her trembling thighs she managed to walk out of that room!
The living room did not look much different, but at least she recognized Peter and Rovina, who lay as naked as jay birds on the large rug, Rovina's hand curled around Peter's flaccid penis.
Hilla gagged, but held on desperately, and slipped into her tight-fitting clothes with great effort and started looking for her brown satchel that she knew must be somewhere around.
"Uuuuuuggggghhhhh... good morning," Rovina's sleep-laden raspy voice startled Hilla tremendously and she almost fell trying to step into the skirt. She hooked up, cast one glance at Rovina, who stretched sinuously, spreading her limbs cat-like on the fluffy rug, and turned to leave! She couldn't see the satchel anywhere... Oh, God, please help me to get out of here! she thought frantically searching the room. She needed the money in the satchel!
"Hey, Peter, wake up!" Rovina started shaking the groaning blond man. "Our little bird is trying to leave!"
Hilla's heart started pounding frightfully. She didn't want to talk to them... she just wanted to leave... even if it meant being without money!
"Our little German friend! The redhead... you know! Come on, Peter, wake up!" Rovina shook the half-asleep man hard.
"Don't you shake me like that!" Peter smacked his girlfriend rudely across the belly, making her flinch and draw back in pain and anger. "So let the chick go... she'll be back.
Despite all her screaming and what not, I know she loved every minute of it, especially Jacques and his chain bit! Now leave me alone, you bitch!"
What arc they talking about? Hilla's white face turned a shade whiter and she knew that if she didn't run right then and there, she would get sick! She didn't care about the satchel or about not having shoes! Her stomach heaved, hot and cold rushes were racing through her shaking flesh, the painful throbbing of her vagina hammering thickly in her confused head... and she turned and ran! Out of the living room, along the dark hallway and out the front door! Down the long darkened flights of stairs and out on the street! The frightened shaking young girl stopped and leaned against the wall of the house. Her aching body convulsed helplessly, the tears of pain and confusion welled up and spilled hotly over her perspiring face and she vomited.
"Tsk... tsk... " Hilla felt more than she saw, the scolding old woman who came out of the house and stood next to her, speaking to her in French, making degrading gestures and pointing up to the fourth floor. Hilla heaved and heaved, feeling more alone and desperate than ever before in her life, painfully waiting for her sickness to subside.
Finally a great calm came over her, and brushing the old woman aside, she started to walk slowly, careless of the stares that people were giving her as she passed, careless of her bare feet, her unkempt appearance... and not caring if she lived or died at this very moment. Just to walk... just to get away from that house, the house in which her aunt was supposed to live, but which had turned into a nightmare for her. She remembered the kind blond man, Peter and his "sister" Rovina, in whose arms she had felt comfortable. But she couldn't remember what had happened after that! Yet she knew that something had happened to her, something that was vitally important. But what? But what?
Hilla stumbled forward, unable to resist the soft flow of tears that kept spilling out of her widened green eyes. If she could only pray now! Ask for forgiveness! Somebody help me, she cried inwardly licking away the salty tears from her swollen lips.
Suddenly she started looking around her, and found herself at the entrance of a church.
She entered into the silent building, feeling familiar with her surroundings, and knelt down humbly. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, when she felt a soft tender hand on her shoulder. Like coming out of a deep dream, she looked up to see the black-robed priest standing next to her, motioning for her to come with him. Hilla hesitated, feeling that she was too unclean to follow this servant of the Lord. The priest took her hand gently but firmly and led her past the altar to the confession box. He proceeded with the ritual, motioning for Hilla to prepare herself, and then disappeared into the wooden stall.
The young German girl followed him without hesitation, and finding herself in the familiar position of confession, she started to speak. At first haltingly, then the words spilled out, tumbling out of her torn-up being like a torrent, and she told him all there was to tell, not sparing herself and her moments of pleasure in the sin that she had committed.
And then she was silent, feeling totally empty of emotions and words, bending her will to her God and his servant, awaiting her penance.
The priest waited for some time in the soothing silence of his church before he started to speak.
At his first words. Hilla gasped inaudibly. He spoke French! He had not understood one word that she had said! And yet he was in the process of absolving her! Hilla felt too washed up and emotionally empty to protest as the soothing French words draped themselves over her, but her inner voice cried out. How can he absolve me? He doesn't know what I have done. I could have murdered someone and he still would be sitting here absolving me! And he isn't giving me any answers to my questions! All that I told him, about my physical desires, my awakening of the flesh, my frustrations... nothing! Just a blanket absolution!
With sudden clarity the young girl knew that her religion no longer held true for her; that she needed someone she could talk to, other than a French-speaking priest; someone who knew what the desires of the flesh were, and who would punish her for them or make her realize how to accept them. She felt like a traitor as she sat there kneeling in the confessional, listening barely to the softly well-meant words. She no longer believed, as she had just a few days ago!
Ach! The weary young girl walked away silently. Out into the sunshine of the street, suddenly seeing everything in a new light. She was dry-eyed now... but completely empty.
She acutely felt the aches and pains of her bruised body and soul, feeling ashamed and humiliated, but no longer lost. She knew what she had to do!
Slowly she walked toward the big river, hearing from far away the whistles of the men as she walked by, knowing now why they were whistling! She looked down at herself, painfully realizing that she was a walking advertisement for sexual pleasures. Her tight cotton blouse was outlining her ripe upturned breasts and the gentle curving of her upper body leading to her swaying rounded hips and barely hiding the rippling mount of Venus, under which, she knew now, all the wanton physical pleasures of man lay hidden.
Throbbing with pain at every step, throbbing from the knowledge of how it felt to have a man's penis ram up into her seething vagina, how it felt to be sucked into exploding sizzling oblivion, she knew now that her slender long legs could flail rapturously and that her tongue could wetly pursue another's flesh, hating herself for it... but loving it at the very moment.
But all this would be finished now! She was no longer worthy to anyone, and she would sink into the waves of the river looming ahead of her, taking her life in a few short minutes!
The desperate young girl walked down the few steps leading o the river bank... and sat down at an empty wooden bench, once more going over the events of the past day!
She wished very much to know what had happened to her that last night. Perhaps it would give her a clue to know herself better. Somehow she felt that during that night something had changed drastically within her, something that made her realize fully for what purpose she had come to live at all. But try as she might, the young redhead could not remember.
And then perhaps it didn't matter at all at this moment!
"Are you all right?" The familiar German language made Hilla look up startlingly, almost frightened. She didn't want to talk to anyone just now! But the woman persisted.
"You look so lonely and lost. Let me help you!" The woman sat down next to Hilla ignoring the imploring motion of the girl, wanting to be left alone. "My name is Anna," she said soothingly. "What's wrong?"
The silence between the two women became larger.
Finally Hilla turned her averted face toward the calm voice again. "How did you know I was German?" she asked, distrusting the way that fate was throwing situations and people her way.
"Just an educated guess, my dear!" Anna chuckled, knowing that she had broken the ice with the forlornly looking girl. Having correctly guessed that the beautiful redhead was in trouble, she now was sure that she could bring her to speak about it. Things always seemed so absolute when one is young! And there was always a way out. She knew from her own experience. Anna was 54 years now- she had lived in Paris for 34 years-and she remembered very well how she had come to this city. The Frenchman that she had met in her father's factory those many years ago knew how to make a twenty-year-old innocent girl fall in love with him. And he promised the heaven. So they had eloped, but coming to Paris she found that he didn't have his own business as he had claimed; not even his own apartment. And it wasn't long that she went out making love to clients that he had procured for her, and in her love for him, she had gone along for many years. Then things had changed. She got lucky one day and met a decent type of man who helped her get away from Pierre and set her up in the night club business.
Anna stroked the young girl's hand as she thought quickly. If the girl needed money-and all girls that were sitting forlornly on a bench at the river Seine needed money-she would give her a job in the club. Granted, the club was turning into the most widely sought "Specialty Spot," and this young German girl might have trouble adjusting at first, but the older woman would take care of her as if she were a daughter. She was so very beautiful!
"How about something to eat?" Practicality was one of Anna's prime qualities.
"Yes." Hilla realized suddenly that she was very hungry, and she trusted the older woman next to her, perhaps because she didn't have any other choice. There was something motherly about her... and she spoke German! Perhaps she was sent to her in her quest to be able to talk to someone. "Yes," she repeated, and stood up, ready to go anywhere with Anna.
"You shouldn't have let her go!" Jacques stormed madly into the living room where Rovina and Peter lay lewdly spread on the carpet, busy reviving each other from the night's madness by starting to fuck again. Rovina looked up at the naked black-haired Frenchman who stood menacingly above them.
"So, what did you want me to do?" she asked rudely.
"Christ, anything!" Jacques barked. "Not let her go!"
"Don't get so uptight, just because you want seconds with that beautiful German peach."
Peter spoke now. "Go in the other room and rape Madeleine, and have the other guy fuck you in the ass, if you are so horny!"
Jacques furiously kicked a book that was lying on the floor across the room.
"I am not worried about my sexual health, you dumb bastard," he growled at Peter. "What if she talks?"
"Oh, come off it," Peter snorted. "She doesn't know that you put cocaine in her milk. She is far too dumb and innocent. I told you she came from a convent just yesterday, which if I remember correctly sent you racing over here. And you had your fill, too. Fucking the passed-out tomato for three hours. I bet she doesn't even remember anything. Forget her!" Peter turned to paw his girlfriend lustily, ignoring the black-haired man who, after seeing that he wasn't going to get anywhere, turned and stalked out of the room.
"Fucking bastards!" he mumbled, slammed the door and kicked the two bodies next to the bed. "Get up," he yelled madly. "The party is over; the bird flew away!"
"And you said there would be something in it for me," the whining answer from a young slender male body annoyed the cocaine dealer even more.
"If you don't shut up, I'll never let you suck my cock again, you hear?"
"I suggest you start looking around the neighborhood, and when you find the chick, let me know. I don't want her to talk."
They entered the old brownstone-like building through a small wooden door in the back.
Anna was holding Hilla firmly by the hand as if she were afraid that her beautiful newfound friend would run away at any given moment. Perhaps she knew that the timid redhead would have second thoughts about staying with the friendly older woman, once she saw the decor and the inhabitants of the house. After all, it was not an average establishment; and there was none other like it in the famous "red light" district of Paris.
Curiously, Hilla looked at her new surroundings, slightly surprised at the lush interior of the dull-looking building. They were entering a hall now, which seemed to be the back part of a large, converted dance hall. The walls were tastefully wall-papered in large dark red paisley, contrasting starkly against the rich woodwork found in every nook and cranny and of the winding staircase that the two women were mounting. Anna pushed a small button hidden behind a wooden board unbeknownst to the German girl, and from seemingly nowhere two young sparsely clad nymphs appeared at the top of the stairs.
Seeing Anna and the curly-haired freckle-faced German girl, they clapped their hands and squealed in delight, knowing that they would have the task of preparing the newly arrived novice for her first gala appearance. Both young girls wore nothing more than sandals with long leather straps, outlining clearly their perfectly shaped smooth legs that danced nervously on one spot, so eager to greet the new arrival. Their young shiny bodies were draped artfully by a mere cloth, showing all the advantages of a growing body and its slender contours, without really showing anything directly.
"Bon jours," they chirped together, smiling impishly, showing the kind of small pearly teeth that would drive any man wild with the thought of having them nibble all over his penis, their darkly made-up eyes questioning poutingly, when Hilla did not respond as expected.
"Elle est Alemande, elle ne parle pas francais," Anna explained. This seemed to delight the two nymphs even more, and clapping their hands once more, they ran feather-like down the few remaining steps to take each one of Hilla's hands, proceeding to pull her upward.
Hilla turned pleadingly toward the woman whom she trusted, her wide green eyes expressing the unasked question.
Anna nodded reassuringly, telling the hesitating German girl in her mother tongue to go with the young girls, that she would be bathed and taken care of, and that they would meet later for dinner. Then she disappeared magically through a wall on the left of the stairtop which utterly dumfounded Hilla. The girls were tugging at her wrists, but upon seeing her surprise, broke out into pearly laughter and showed her the mechanism of the hidden door.
Hilla shook her red curls in astonishment, wondering if she was dreaming or waking. This was like out of a fairy tale! She barely felt herself being walked along a thick fluffy carpet, unable to take in all the details of the lush and foreign decor.
Without knowing how she had arrived, she found herself in a giant bathroom, all tiled in marble, and while she was contemplating the sunken bath with its gold faucets and lit-up gurgling water, she felt four gentle hands undressing her skillfully, accompanied by constant giggling and speaking in a language that she did not understand. As her old cotton blouse fell from her upper torso, revealing her milk-white upturned young mounds, she could not miss the appreciating "Ah's" and "Oh's" that came from the lips of the scented young maids, and before Hilla knew how, they had summoned more young people, all clad similarly and with the same playful attitude, who were standing around her now, boldly expressing their admiration for her goddess-like body.
When she saw that amongst the group of young people there were a number of males, she gasped, sucking in her breath through her heart-shaped lips and her arms flew up to cover her nakedness. For some reason this delighted everyone and the childish laughter rang through the echoing bathroom.
"Non, non, non... " her first two companions indicated for her not to be bashful about her obvious beauty, and seeing that she was still hesitant and embarrassed, they gently pulled her clammy hands away from the trembling mounds, and to further pursue their own delight, they tweaked Hilla gently and clapped their hands in what seemed obvious agreement, when her pink rippling aureolas responded longingly to the touch and stood erectly peering at their new surroundings.
Hilla was still taken aback by the company of the young men and was ready to grab her blouse and run for any door, when one of the semi-naked young males, who were particularly handsome in a Greeklike fashion, stepped forward and appreciatingly pointed to his loincloth where obviously something was growing rapidly, moving snake-like!
Hilla felt like recoiling, remembering how easily she had gotten into trouble by letting her curiosity take over, but the young man ignored her frightened expression, and under the obvious applause of the delighted young people around her, he took her unwilling hand and stroked the growing penis covered by his loincloth, nodding with shiny eyes and it was only after a few confusing minutes during which the youngsters chattered uninterruptedly and with friendly gestures tried to tell her something that she realized that no harm was meant. And that it was her beauty that could create rising desire by merely looking at her.
Still Hilla did not feel at ease, having something like a dull aching memory clamp down on her, stopping her from truly enjoying her unusual experience.
While two hands began to massage her back, starting skillfully at the nape of her neck, tracing the gentle outlines of her spine, other hands unhooked her thin skirt and let it drop lovingly onto the floor. Again the outcries of admiration swept over her and small gentle fingers traced carefully over her outlines. Hilla closed her eyes in the hope that she would not have to face the staring playful eyes of her companions, especially as she felt the color rising up her gently sloping neck and spread rapidly over her face. If they would just stop touching me. It was making her feel queer... queer in the way that she knew now could raise her bodily passions, make her tingle and quake and shake. And she didn't want to feel that way again. No!
But though her motions and expression indicated to the playful young people that she did not want to be caressed in such a way as to arouse her, no one heeded her unvoiced quest. Kneeling before her, one particularly bold blonde girl was letting her hand cruise appreciatively over her raised Venus mound, tugging lovingly at her fleecy fringes of hair, and someone else was trailing the sinuous curve of her half-moon shaped buttocks, the fingers creeping snake-like along her tightly pinched anal crevice, laughing delightedly at her obvious resistance.
"That's enough, you little devils!" Anna's voice beamed through the bathroom, scaring Hilla out of her wits, for she did not know where the voice came from, nor how she could possibly see what was going on!
As if on cue, the young people scattered giggling about, and only the two original girls who had met her on the top of the stairs remained and led the confused Hilla to the bath. They, too, stripped themselves of their sparse clothes and stepped nude into the sunken bath, holding out their hands to the timid German girl for her to join them.
Hilla hesitated for a moment, realizing that the two young girls, who could hardly be older than 15, were of exceptional physical beauty, their budding rosebud-breasts rising like tiny stars from the slender bodies that were lit up by an underwater light, outlining their tiny smooth waists that crowned their perfectly shaped velvety-looking pelvises, rotating lasciviously in the warm bubbling water. And she remembered how she had held Rovina's pulsating pussy between her lips and how her tongue had known to part the moist fleshy lips of the model and played knowingly on the glistening clit button. Hilla trembled in the memory, trying to shut away the stimulating thoughts, and promising herself not to linger with those thoughts. How can I help it, though? she asked herself, still hesitating to join the nymphs in their sensual underwater play, when before my very eyes the temptation lures to reach out and touch those marvelous luring bodies?
Already feeling the beginnings of tingling sensations throbbing lightly within her clenched cuntal lips despite her will to ignore them, she finally followed the playful girls into the warm water, letting herself be surrounded by the soothing bubbles and the sensual feeling of relaxing her still-sore body.
Before she knew it, hands reached out to her, tugged her gently and began a masterfully executed liquid massage, sudsing her down with Oriental-smelling soap, the deft fingers sliding knowingly along each and every erogenous zone along her relinquishing flesh, and soon Hilla gave up her conscious resistance to what was happening to her and began to enjoy the thrilling experience of being skillfully touched and fondled. She was floating in the luxury of physical pleasures, feeling the small crafty fingers sliding knowingly in and around her tender vagina, along her twitching thighs, creeping again along her pulsating love channel and her tightly puckered anal orifice, and soon she didn't care any more about her promise not to think in sexual terms, but began to seethe, writhe and respond and reach out for the slickly gliding body of the nymph next to her, wanting to return pleasure for pleasure, stroke for stroke.
Hilla did not know that Anna was watching all the time through a two-way mirror, delighted with the progress that her love-slaves were making with the new girl. As an experienced woman she also knew that the time had come to stop the foreplay, if she was to keep the beautiful redhead on the plane of unsatisfied desire, so as to have her ready and seething when she would introduce her tonight in the club to her regular customers. She knew that if she got Hilla to the point of total sexual awareness and eager to join the games that her house was famous for, she would have to stop the play now. Perhaps I will even save her for myself, Anna mused, feeling long-forgotten feelings stir within her womb.
"C'est assez," she commanded instead, and like well-trained slaves, the girls disentwined themselves and finished with the cleansing procedure. Motioning Hilla, who was feeling light and luxurious, out of the bath, they towel-dried her sizzling flesh, cut her footnails, creamed her down with a sense-robbing musky oil and left her sitting exhausted, yet curiously elated, on one of the velvet couches that were grouped inauspiciously behind the bubbling pool, and disappeared soundlessly. Momentarily two strapping young men, dressed in the same sandals and loincloths, their strong masculine bodies shining with a similar sheen in which Hilla was covered now, motioned for her to rise and follow them.
Hilla's hesitancy was gone. Instead she felt elated and comfortable, and as she followed the two men, she realized that she was looking at the almost-bare strong buttocks and caught herself thinking that she wouldn't mind stroking them and reaching for the heavy scrotums that were hardly covered by the loose cloth and dangling enticingly with each of the soft steps they took.
Leaving the luxurious bathroom, they passed a dark, carpeted hallway with mirrors on both sides and Hilla noticed that she held her suavely moving body erect and that her smoothly shining limbs were moving with the grace of a beautiful animal, her slick thighs rubbing wetly against one another, her sweetly rounded hips undulating in a similar fashion as the beautiful nymphs. Even in the semi-dark, she became aware of the lustrous sparkle in her wide-set green eyes, her thick lashes draping themselves sleepily over her luminous pools in the knowledge that she, too, was gorgeous and exciting.
Her scissoring long legs were no longer sore from the previous night's nightmare, instead she felt her arousing juices swirl hotly within her quaking vitals, threatening to escape her throbbing pussy lips, if she didn't stop thinking this way!
Mysteriously, another door opened, and the bedazzled German maiden found herself entering another room, the likes of which she also had never seen before. It was a small room, enlargened immensely by the effect of the mirrors that covered all walls including the ceiling. The only opening was a large glass door which led into a small courtyard, covered with all kinds of imaginable greenery, lit up by a skylight in hazy golden colors that simply oozed of soft sensuality.
"You like it, my lamb?" Anna's voice startled the staring girl, and she swirled her nude body around to see the older woman sitting in a large wide armchair, draped in a dazzling cloak, her hair curled up high upon her head, and if it were not for the voice, Hilla would not have recognized the woman as the same who had so kindly sat down next to her on the bench at the river. Two dark, olive-skinned boys were holding a huge fan over her and in rhythm to the soft eerie music that came from seemingly nowhere, swayed sinuously back and forth.
"Y-yes," Hilla stammered embarrassedly.
"Then let us dress you for the occasion!" With a clap of her hands, one of the mirrors opened by a button which was pushed by a young Negress, revealing a walk-in wardrobe full of the richest colorful looking materials that anyone could imagine.
Hilla's large eyes got larger yet, as she hesitatingly stepped forward and started to fondle the lavish exotic materials. Instinctively she went for an emerald-green velvet gown that would make her green eyes shine even more as they did now with the wonder of all that was happening to her.
"What do you think of my palace?" Anna asked again, knowing already that she had captured her new little bird completely with the luxuries of her unusual home.
"It is... it is the most beautiful house I have ever seen!" Hilla exclaimed, fearful to add her true sentiments of confusion, elation, fright and arousal, but looking at Anna's dark knowing eyes, she suddenly knew that Anna knew all that, which made her blush scarlet-like.
"Dress her!" Anna commanded the Negress, ignoring the knowing look for the time being, not wanting to destroy the girl's appreciation of her wonderland too soon.
While Hilla watched in the sparkling mirror, the slender young Negress started to drape the green velvet gown over Hilla's red still-wet curls, adjusting the rich folds over her trembling body, combed Hilla's hair, went to the wardrobe again and held out a pearl choker questioningly to Anna and upon her condescending nod, clasped the beautiful necklace around the redhead's swan-like neck.
"Finit," the girl whispered and everyone in the room stopped dead in their tracks to admire the incredibly gorgeous appearance before them. Hilla turned around once, holding her breath in astonishment that the goddess-like image peering at her from all angles was truly herself, unable to move from the spot, for fear that the image would disappear. Her head was spinning in wonder, and if someone would have touched her now, she would willingly melt in rapture.
Anna licked her drying lips, conscious of how the young girl was feeling, and it took all her efforts to remain seated and not to walk over to the young goddess, lift the heavy velvet material and begin to eat from the delicious clean willing flesh. But she wanted to save Hilla for the evening, when they would have their big show and when all the sensuous young men of Paris would come to see the new girl, for she had made sure that word was already spreading!
"Let's eat then!"
With that command, the two fanning slaves put down the giant palm leaf and helped Anna off the armchair, and motioning to Hilla to follow, they all left the mirror room.
Hilla barely remembered the sumptuous food that was served next, unable to assimilate any more of the luxurious surroundings. She only knew that she ate and drank tongue-melting foods which she had never tasted before and that her head got heavier and heavier and that she was being carried and placed on a large featherbed. The Negress was holding her hand, stroking it and singing softly.
"You don't touch her now, you hear?" Anna cast a satisfied look toward the drowsy redhead, ignoring the plea in the Negress' eyes who was holding watch. "Tomorrow she is yours," she added to the happily nodding black girl, who promised to wait, and left the room, gleeful in the knowledge that so far all had gone even better than expected.
CHAPTER SIX
The drums sped up their pulsating beat, maddeningly arousing Hilla from her dream-filled sleep. Confused she looked around, not knowing where she was for a moment. The luscious Negress was stroking her damp forehead and spoke to her soothingly. Hilla got up, despite the desperately tugging moves of the young black girl. Hilla motioned, imitating the drums. Finally the girl relented and took her to a corner of the room where she had slept, pushed aside a loose board and showed the curious redhead where to look.
"Ahhhhhhhh," without wanting, the gasp escaped Hilla frightening the black girl, lest anyone should come and find her letting Hilla watch the big room, and she ran over next to the German girl, clamping her hand over Hilla's half-open mouth and motioning for her to be silent. Hilla nodded rapidly, eager to cast another glance into the people-filled, candle-lit room where the hidden orchestra was creating a tremendous tension with the quickening drum solo.
Then Hilla saw the man!
He was sitting cross-legged on a polished gold tray held by four slaves, his lean muscle-bound body slicked down by some oil... and he was totally naked. Hilla swallowed hard, fascinated by the spectacle, smacking the young Negress' hand away who was fearfully tugging at her robe for her to come back to the bed to wait until her moment came to leave the room. Hilla was spellbound, all her flesh tensing with the mounting excitement that she felt flowing through her heating body, as she saw the tray-being-walked passed feet from her eyes. The young man was a Negro, and as he was being walked past, Hilla could see his immense fleshy member raise itself slowly in time with the drum solo! Without touching!
The young German girl had no way of knowing that he was the biggest attraction in Paris.
That he could masturbate by sheer concentration without ever raising a finger!
She stared helplessly, watching the purplish thick rod rise in jerking motions, the fleshy foreskin peeling back by invisible fingers, showing the wide opening in the smoothly glistening head, and drops of pre-seminal fluid oozing slowly over the mushroom-shaped tip. Thicker and thicker, larger and larger the dark prong became, the dark-blue vein visibly throbbing and the drums coming to a head-spinning crescendo as the entire room held its breath watching the unheard-of spectacle.
Hilla squeezed the black girl's hand that was still trying to tear her away, until the girl cried out softly and only then she realized that she was in a super-aroused state. Her head was spinning fearfully, images that she had repressed consciously, coming to her mind full blast, making her shake and tremble uncontrollably, and not knowing what she was doing, she took the black girl's hand and pressed it hard against her throbbing cunt under the green dress, driven by the wild desire that was flooding her.
The music was changing to a Latin-type rhythm as-Hilla watched glued to the crack in the wall how the Negro on the platter made his swollen cock jerk pulsatingly up and down with the utmost concentration, and she felt her hand making the motion of clamping themselves around the grossly enlarged base of the jerking shaft and rubbing furiously up and down, while she clamped the Negress' imprisoned hand between her liquid-gushing cunt, riding convulsively over the fingers.
The black girl moaned softly, wanting so very much to let herself go and abandon herself to the pleasure of loving the newly arrived beautiful redhead, but knowing that she would be punished by her mistress if she did so, she held back her own inflamed desire and tried to calm the vastly excited young German girl.
Hilla swallowed hard, painfully aware of her dried-up mouth, watching in the most unashamed desire how the Negro on the platter continued with the lewd weird thrusting motions, so eerie as no hands were helping him, speeding up the obscene pumping that would soon bring him to a climactic release. She only wished that her drooling mouth could close itself wantonly around the jerking thick shaft, sucking up the black flesh without shame, and as she found herself making the bobbing motions of her voyeuristic action, she suddenly was flooded by the blinding memory of the night before.
Her lust-stricken scream coincided with the high-pitch trumpet solo that accompanied the oncoming bursting climax of the Negro, and Hilla tore herself away from the sight of the white thick liquid shooting upward from the insanely jerking penis, making its way in a giant curve from the silver tray and the tumultuously shaking groaning black man into the suspense-filled air.
The German girl fell backwards into the arms of the frightened Negress, frothing at the mouth and convulsing maddeningly, her eyes rolling backwards as if in a fit of epilepsy, and she had barely time to cover the secret wallboard and get the redhead back on the, bed before the door flew open and a very angry Anna stood menacingly before them.
"Je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas," the black cowering girl moaned at the accusing eyes of the threatening old woman, and kicking the black girl aside, she touched the unconscious young girl, felt her heartbeat and checked her rolling eyes. "What did you do to her?" she thundered at the sobbing Negress, knowing already that something else was taking place with which the faithful servant had nothing to do, but she was fitfully angry at this unforeseen occurrence.
"Hilla... Hilla," she crooned into the shaking girls ears, "are you all right?"
Hilla only groaned in answer, remembering painfully the vision she was once again passing through. She heard the voices of Peter and Rovina, she felt the straps with which she was tied and she saw the black-haired Frenchman kneeling over her sweat-coated body, with his long threatening cock sticking lewdly out at her. She pretended to be passed out, she could not face what was happening to her.
But fear and pain would not allow her consciousness to fade completely.
In agonizing shivers she felt the bandages on her feet released and before she had time to imagine what was to come next, she felt her shaking legs thrown up roughly, leaving her unprotected twin mounds of buttocks open to new assaults. The Frenchman's cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crevice that separated the trembling cheeks of her softly curved young ass.
Oh, pleeeeese, don't do anymore, she begged silently, her tears of humiliation and shame caked dry on her smooth hot face. She could feel his hands begin to knead roughly and her body jerked as she felt thumbs on either side of her buttocks, spreading them wider and wider apart, making her realize how ludicrous her position was. His knees were pressed cruelly against the soft flesh of her hurting nipples, yet she knew that more humiliation was to come. Jacques' middle finger thrust between her thighs into the soft protective folds of the tender flesh surrounding her already abused vagina, searching for the velvety target, which made her clench her ass-cheeks tightly together, trapping his harshly probing finger between them.
"Hey, she's got muscles in her ass!" Jacques turned to speak to Peter and Rovina who, though exhausted from their previous play, could not resist watching Jacques assault the girl, knowing how cruel he could be. "And she's tight as a glove, too!"
"I told you, yesterday was the first day she's been fucked!" Peter repeated.
"Wait till she gets a hold of my cock!" A new passion ran through the black-haired Frenchman as he gave another hard push with his forearm and his middle finger wormed its way into the now wet and open passageway. Hilla clenched her teeth in vain, attempting to throw out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered virginity as she felt the movement growing in tiny circles within her. She wanted to open her mouth to scream, but if they all felt that she was still conscious, they might heap even more humiliation upon her! So she remained quiet as every muscle in her painfully distorted body was reaching the ultimate breaking point and she resigned herself to accept the shamefully lewd fondling of her secret parts.
She only gasped sleep-like as she felt his middle finger swirling around her slowly enlargening vagina and then pulling back out with a soft wet sucking sound. He was wrapping his hand tightly around his grossly enlargened prick, guiding its lust-hardened strength slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her glistening cuntal opening, the large bulbous head slipping up and down the widely spread slit of her vagina, parting the soft pubic hair in preparation for the brutal assault.
Automatically her legs tried to clamp shut.
"Hey, you," Jacques grunted at the cowering young boy at the foot of the bed, "hold her down for me!"
"This is no fun for me," came the sullen answer. "I thought this would be an orgy where I get my share, too!"
"You shut up!" Jacques growled, his throbbing lust making him mean. "And hold her tight, she might buck!"
The boy did as he was told, his eyes bulging wide as he tried to follow the long thick shaft of male flesh as it prepared to force its way into the narrowly expanded vagina of the nineteen-year-old girl who was their unwilling victim.
Hilla wanted to whimper out loud at the first warm hard contact against the fearfully cringing lips of her cunt and she felt the slow agonizing pressure beginning until the tight elastic ring of her cunt popped open and the huge blood-filled head slipped wetly up inside with a rush that left her breathless. Against her will, her head and body flailed wildly as the young boy tried with all his strength to hold her down. The shock of the penetration rejuvenated her exhausted muscles for an instant, and she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her obscenely upended cunt.
"Man, what a pussy!" Jacques growled as he felt its warm soft walls slipping wetly over his aching hardness like hot melted butter. Then he indicated to the boy, who was still holding her, to let go and started to buffet his loins forward and his thick stone-hard penis speared into the helpless redhead without mercy. It shafted up her painfully stretching cunt like a battering ram, ruthlessly pushing and shoving aside the slowly yielding flesh until suddenly the flatness of his pelvis smashed up tight against, her ludicrously raised buttocks and prevented him from going any farther. His hard stomach muscles lashed against the firmness of her buttocks with a sharp noise that echoed in her ears like an open palm across her face.
The lust-filled Frenchman reached forward with his hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her entire distorted body tighter against him. His thickly swollen cock was sunk to its fullest length in her quivering white belly and she felt the rubbery hardness of its tip end bumping up hard against her cervix. He had conquered and subjugated her totally to his will, and Hilla felt that there was no more use to resist, even had she any strength left. Her body went limp with resignation to her fate, as she felt the hands squeezing and mauling her flesh in rhythm with his constant pounding.
Then he began a slow teasing-like rotation of his lust-engorged cock deep inside her womb and Hilla felt the pain lessening as her softly moistening passage expanded further and further with each reaming, twisting motion he made within her. Longingly she thought of the soft touch of the brunette Rovina, and though she had also felt humiliated to do things never dreamed of before, at least the girl's flesh was soft and warm.
The black-haired sweating man started to gasp passionately which seemed to entice him to impale her even more savagely with his still hotly expanding cock in her lewdly assaulted young pussy, stroking his pulsating hardness in and out of her relentlessly.
Finally he was withdrawing his dully glistening prick, and Hilla breathed quietly and gratefully for the respite, when he rammed the thick rod of flesh again high up into her ravaged cunt until his sperm-bloated balls thumped into the softness of her inner thighs down below.
"Jeees, would you look at that!" The young boy's eyes bulged as he turned to speak to Rovina and Peter who sat at the edge of the bed, their own eyes crazed from watching the lascivious fucking, pointing excitedly at the obscene view of the soft protective folds of flesh around her cunt, drawing back with each out-stroke of Jacques' desire-engorged penis, and then being swallowed inward again as he thrust forward in the powerful in and out rhythm.
They all gazed hypnotized-like, and Peter wanted to reach forward with his hands and fondle the redhead's cock-split cuntal lips and her tiny puckering anus, but he was afraid of his friend's anger. One never knew when Jacques was jesting or turn murderous-like on anything that crossed his path. Instead he dropped one hand down to his own crotch, ignoring Rovina's questioning glance and started to squeeze his hardening rod of flesh, fingering the tip wet with the seeping seminal fluid, dreaming of fucking the helpless German girl into her slackly open mouth while Jacques was ramming into her expanding cunt.
Hilla felt the Frenchman's finger squeezing her wriggling buttocks, her tender white flesh cringing under the roughness of his grasping hands, that slid around her hips now and pulled her toward the non-stopping impaling of his pistoning rod. She knew somehow that the man's body was now a ball of sheer lust uncontrollably lashing out against the helplessly imprisoned girl. She could feel his prong growing thicker and longer yet in her belly as he ground savagely into her with the brutal force of a sadistic smile creeping over his sweat-covered distorted face.
It was driving Jacques crazy to fuck such a pure, tender and helpless young girl, and knowing that the onlooking company was getting excited as well, he relished the thought of pumping harder and harder. His thickly inflated cock ached and pulsed as it never had before. He was getting closer and closer to exploding inside the soft white flesh, but he continued to ram his eagerly responding cock up into her with longer and harder strokes.
Peter couldn't stand it anymore! He started to stroke his bulging length vigorously, emitting little moans of pleasure through his tightly gritted teeth and he began to jerk the loose outer skin obscenely up and down, pointing the bulging tip of his rapidly swelling thick penis directly at the lewdly fucking bodies next to him. Suddenly he swung himself upward toward the pillows, careful not to get in Jacques' way, and without even caring whether or not his friend would object, he kneeled above Hilla's head, pressing his trembling thighs against her red curls.
Though her eyes were closed at the moment, Peter knew that soon she would open them to see what was in front of her. When she did, she screamed!
"OH, NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!"
She saw this thickly-veined blood-filled prick a few scant inches from her face and panic raced through her, and while she was staring wide-eyed and horrified at the huge bulbous cock-head alternately appearing and disappearing under its skin as he masturbated himself lewdly under her very gaze, she felt the continuous thrusting of the other man below her. She felt caught in a terror-like vise, her head being held by Peter's strong pressing thighs, her knees bent against her hurting breasts, with the Frenchman kneeling against her throbbing buttocks and pounding maddeningly away at her.
"Yeah, that's it!" Jacques growled with a crazed gleam in his dark vile eyes, watching the blond man attack the helpless redhead from above and he turned to see if Rovina was going to get into the act, too. But Rovina was sitting dazedly, dream-like on the edge of the bed, not caring what was going on around her. The drug seemed to have affected her more than anyone else, though the tormentor himself could feel the arousing effects from the extended duration of his tactile sensations, without exploding wetly into the half-conscious German girl.
Peter watched the redhead flinch as his thick prick stood inches from her tear-stained face, and though he was not given to cruelty, somehow Jacques' passionate brutality was affecting him, and suddenly he, too, had the desire of subjugating the helpless girl. Closer and closer he inched his broadly inflated purplish head to he soft dry lips, wishing to ram his thickness between them. But he couldn't quite manage without colliding with the madly pumping Frenchman. He simply had to wait until Jacques would cum and release the helpless girl. While his wet hard prick hovered glisteningly before Hilla's staring eyes, he watched her tortured expression, wondering what images were going through her head.
Hilla lay pinned beneath the Frenchman, feeling him growing bigger and bigger deep within her, wondering why he hadn't split her in two yet. Surely he was going to split her in two! The obscene thoughts were passing through her hazed mind that something would grow inside her such as a low-life creature filling her helpless belly and womb the way that his bursting penis was rummaging within her. Senselessly she tried to clench her buttocks together in vain.
That did it!
As her warm cuntal muscles clasped tightly around his thickly ramrodding prick, Jacques threw back his head with a wild, Indian-like scream and his lewd hot sperm fired like a pistol into Hilla's stretched womb. She screamed silently in hopeless submission as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his gushing semen deep within her, filling her with fire until she thought that she would burst. Her eyes glazed over, as he spurted the last of his vile liquid into her, and then she felt the black-haired sweaty beast pitch sideways in total exhaustion and he lay there unable to speak or move.
Thank God it in finished! She thought... and then unreasoning fear came into her mind again at the sudden horrible thought that it wasn't all over yet! There were still the others.
There was still Peter hovering obscenely over her, and as Jacques had given room, he swung around, released her aching pinned-up legs and planted himself with all his weight on top of her chest just below the distended nipples. Oh, God, pleeeese, no more! She prayed silently, squeezing her eyelids shut tight to erase the vision of the hugely enlarged shaft with the smooth mushroom-shaped head pointing at her like a vicious animal. And what of the other boy? she thought helplessly, what would he do to her? "Come on, open your sweet little eyes!" Peter's purring odd voice interrupted her fearful thoughts, and when she didn't comply right away, he pinched one of her nipples so hard that she could not but cry out loud in pain.
"Ahhhh, so there is still some life left!" The blond boy cajoled, continuing to rub his jerking penis obscenely in front of her. She had no choice but to open her eyes if she didn't want to be subjected to more pain.
And there it was! That thick pulsating fleshy animal, staring at her with the enlargened opening in the cocktip like the eye of a snake, and she could not help but wonder if it, too, would release its white creamy liquid, like she had seen before, when Rovina was sucking him.
"Want to suck it, little pet?"
Her body heaved convulsively at the vile question.
But the young painter did not realize how far gone he was already, how close he was to climaxing from watching, wishing and finally mounting her, and as he contemplated the sweet thought of finally being able to slide his hardness into the soft folds of her wet mouth...
Hilla was so surprised and shocked that she could not even flinch away as the steamy white semen began spurting from the suddenly jerking cock and splashed vilely into her innocently uplifted face! It seemed to keep coming forever as Peter's hand now finished off his climax, letting the jerking, rapid, bullet-like ejaculations stick to her eyelids and her cheeks before slowly dripping down over her trembling lips like slow-motion tears of sperm.
The fatally shocked ex-nun tried to move away as the hot liquid kept dribbling all over her face, and finally, no longer knowing how to cope with all that was happening to her, she began to scream... and scream... and scream... until forgetfulness put its gentle blanket over the abused girl!
"That white stuff... its hot... it sticks... " incoherent words were oozing from the foaming lips of the beautifully made-up redhead, as she lay recovering from her spasm on the divan, surrounded by a comforting Anna, various slaves who had appeared upon being summoned, and a still sobbing Negress who finally confessed to the furious madam how she let Hilla look at the spectacle through the floorboard.
Anna tried to calm the still-jerking young girl, realizing immediately that the scene visioned through the crack in the room had triggered loose something frightening within the young beautiful girl. Just what I don't need now! Anna grumbled between her teeth, while she continued to stroke the shaking girl. Just when she ready to be shown!
"Bring me a glass of Whisky!" she ordered, and gently putting it to Hilla after it arrived, she murmured soothing words in order to bring the girl around. Meanwhile one of the slaves was cleaning her face with cologne, and with the penetration of the odor, Hilla came to full consciousness.
"What happened?" she asked, finding herself lying down, surrounded by anxious faces.
"You passed out after seeing Derek, the Negro," Anna said and added slyly-for she wanted to know how knowledgeable the German girl was-"is it the first time that you have seen a man ejaculate?"
"Ejacu... w-what?" Hilla asked confused.
"Cum."
"N-n-o," Hill stuttered embarrassedly, feeling the color spreading over her face and neck again. "I mean, not this way!"
"Well," Anna patted the young girl's perspiring hand, motherly, "forget it now! Are you ready to meet some of my friends?"
Hilla nodded and rose, finding herself still giddy... and strangely excited!
Together with Anna who was motioning all her servants to stay behind, the unsuspecting girl left the small room and entered the candle-light large sala with the stage that she had seen just a few minutes ago through the opening in the wall.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All eyes swung around to the side entrance of the dimly lit room as the well-known madam of the house appeared with the new arrival in tow and a low-key murmur of admiration swept through those present at the sight of the almost virginal redheaded young girl who did not know for what purpose she was being introduced to Anna's wealthy guests.
She did feel a curious shiver running through her still-trembling flesh as she was made to walk between the alcohol- and food-laden tables, finding that the strangely exciting shiver increased as she felt the eyes of male and female alike boring into her. She felt as though she was being undressed publicly!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" A gasp of surprise escaped her heart-shaped lips. Someone was boldly touching the green velvet material that clung tightly to her sweetly rounded asscheeks, caressing the outlined soft curves lewdly.
"That's against the rules," Anna hissed at the young man whose tables they had just passed, and suddenly Hilla felt that she was the object of some game which she did not know.
Neither did she know that the bidding for her flesh was already starting. She only heard the grumbling answer of the young man who was boldly protesting against the no-touching rule! With a sharp wink of her eye, Anna ordered the man to be escorted out of the room.
"I only allow gentlemen in my establishment," she explained to Hilla, taking the astonished girl's arm in order to continue the round.
"Forget the bidding! I'll take her at any price!" The deep commanding voice stopped both women in their path and Hilla felt a warm and firm hand holding her arm. She tried to turn to see the man's face, feeling a sharp increase of the odd excitement that was now pulsating heavily through her limbs at the man's strong touch, especially as something told her that she knew that voice!
"Impossible, Jean-Loup!" Anna's thick voice took on a new note that Hilla had never heard before except at the local market in Germany when someone started to haggle over prices. But I am not for stile! Hilla protested silently to herself, looking around her almost pleadingly at the ravenous and speculating glances to find agreement with her thought.
But all she got were slyly smiling eyes, confirming the redhead's rising secret fears.
No! The thought was too preposterous! Yet listening to the tall well-dressed man who was firmly taking hold of her slender arm, arguing in French with a rapidly talking Anna, all of them standing suspended-like in the middle of the candle-lit room, leering glances accompanying the argument, Hilla suddenly realized that she was being auctioned off like a piece of slavery flesh at the black market!
"Nooo!" she said out loud, trying to break free from the firm grasp that the familiar sounding man had on her, thinking that if she could run, perhaps she could break loose and make for the door.
"Now, Jean-Loup, you see what you are doing! You are frightening the lamb away," Anna wailed, fearing that she would lose out in the bargain altogether if the girl turned out to be totally unwilling. "Besides, those two women who want her and are willing to pay double the highest bid are my best clients! Please Jean-Loup!" Anna pleaded, anxious now to remove themselves from the leering glances of the surrounding tables.
The elegant young man held fast to the young girl, feeling her fright and desire to run away. How different she looks compared to the time I saw her on the train, he mused smilingly, anticipating the surprise in the German girl's face when she would recognize him. Still gnu-shy! he added, feeling Hilla's shaking flesh between his hot fingers. But something else, too... this was not only the trembling of a frightened girl... there was arousal mixed in... Something happened during those few days past! If I can just get her to myself! But it looks like I have to share her first with those two women Anna speaks about, or I'll alienate Anna forever!
"Bon!" He nodded to Anna, turning Hilla around so that she couldn't see his face and gently pushed her ahead of him toward the secret passage to the love-room, seeing out of the corner of his eye that two elegant older women got up from a table nearby and followed them.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered soothingly, sensing the increasing hesitation of the quaking young woman before him, releasing his grip to caress the soft flesh on her arm as he guided her knowingly to the room in which he had spent many a night before with one or more of Anna's love-slaves.
Hilla's held-back anxiety rose more than before at the well-meant words, and feeling the sinuous touch along the underside of her quivering arm, she shook hard, her stomach muscles tightening and against her will her knees began to shake violently.
"W-what are you going to do with me?" she asked in terror, feeling blind and helpless in the semi-darkness of the hallway through which they were passing. There was no answer and with mounting fright she heard a door opening and clicking shut and more steps following them.
"Please let me go," she whined, fearful of a repetition of the gruesome night before where she was being used obscenely against her will.
"I can't do that right now," she heard the excitement in the man's voice behind her, and it frightened her even more, making a lump in her tightening throat and she felt the walls of her still-sore vagina clench together as if she could avoid being entered this way. What have I done to deserve this? she asked herself. Just because I touched a girl in the convent in a sinful way, must I be punished in this way forever after? It just doesn't seem right!- "But I won't hurt you," she heard him say soothingly, "and I'll make sure that no one else does either!" All I want, he added to himself, is for you to want to be fucked by me! I want yon hot and ready, begging for my cock! Crying with abandoned desire to be sucked by me! Wanting to eat me!
The thought of a lust-crazed little redhead begging thusly made his throbbing member swell rapidly and it took all his efforts to refrain from grabbing the frightened girl and press his ready hardness into her unsuspecting back, driving the growing nail against her spine and sliding around her surely velvet-like flesh until his throbbing prick would find its sweet target. But first he had to watch her with those two bitches!
Gawd, he groaned as he opened the door to the pleasure saloon, that will be tough on me! Normally I could dig a scene like this, but I just want to fuck this little German redhead today! "Ahhhhh," Hilla breathed unwillingly her delight at the softly lit room that they had entered. It was truly a pleasure room! All four walls held large rod-iron candleholders with lit beeswax candles in them, enhancing the old-fashioned decor, giving it an intimate luxurious feeling. Hilla wanted to take her sandals off immediately to walk on the wine-red fluffy thick carpet to feel its thick softness around her feet, but her inborn shyness made her refrain.
In the middle of the room stood a round bed, covered with fluffy big satiny pillows, obscene in its obvious luxury. In front of the bed stood two large armchairs with small coffee tables and... Hilla gasped again... mirrors on two walls and on the ceiling!
And she knew the man who stood expectantly behind her!
It was the very same person who had watched her sleeping on the train! The mustache, his tall frame, the sinewy looks and the dark hair... it was unmistakable! The surprised redhead stared at the mirror reflecting the handsome man, and he was smiling mysteriously now as he watched Hilla's dawning recognition.
"Yes, it's me," he said encircling the slender frame of the astounded young girl with his strong arms. "Fate has a funny way, don't you think?"
Hilla was still swallowing hard seeking an answer, when the door opened and two elegant ladies swept into the room, glaring unmistakably hostile at Jean-Loup, who made a conceding gesture, released the freckled-faced young girl and sat down in one of the armchairs.
"Be my guest!" he said generously with a sweeping gestures of his strong looking hands toward the young girl, took off his elegant dinner jacket and settled back in anticipation of what was to take place.
Hilla looked questioningly from one of the ladies to the other, then her widening green eyes rested on her acquaintance from the train who simply shrugged his shoulders and back to the women. What is the meaning of this? she asked herself, not daring to speak out loud-besides, she didn't know their language-watching incredulously as the younger of the two women began to undress without ceremony.
She was a stunningly good-looking woman in her thirties, with blonde long hair framing an intelligently featured face, a keen nose whose nostrils were given to flaring easily, matching the cool look emanating from a pair of steel-gray, almost almond-shaped eyes.
She was long in build, emphasized now, as she ran her spider-like long fingers lovingly over her smooth peach-colored skin, as piece after piece of clothing fell. She looked lovingly at Hilla. Cupping the heaviness of her globe-shaped breasts and lifting them lustily, she stared hungrily at Hilla who stood frozen in one spot watching the woman caressing the sensitive flesh with her fingertips fascinated at the rise of the cherry-like nipples. What is the meaning of this? she asked herself again, unable to avoid the fluttering in her crotch at the sight of the nude woman manipulating herself with the definite intent of arousing the surprised Hilla. And she did not fail!
Hilla's sensitive body shuddered, waves of expectant passion ran along her spine along with the forbidden promise of sexual games, much against her will! Her breath became uneven as she watched the hands of the blonde woman leaving the fullness of the naked breasts and moving slowly, arousingly, down over the ribs to the hollow of the belly, drawn invisibly to the slightly splayed thighs. Hilla turned to see the cruel passionate stare of the other, dark-haired woman full upon herself and felt naked in her rising desire to see the lewd gestures of the naked girl continue. She didn't dare look at the man! His smiling mouth would have made her blush again!
Unable to take her eyes off the slowly undulating blonde woman, she watched as the creeping hand moved over the tightening of the white belly, feeling suddenly as if that hand were traveling over her own heating body, and she bit painfully into her underlip watching the hand course over the nakedness, teasingly circling near the sparse, fleecy curls of the pubic vee. Magnetically the fingers seemed to be summoned, compelled toward the cleft between opening thighs. I mustn't watch this! Hilla chided herself. It's obscene, and it makes me hot! it makes me think of Rovina and her cruising tongue...
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH," she moaned helplessly, letting herself drop weakly at the edge of the bed, covering her heating face with her slender hands.
She closed her fluttering eyes as if she could shut out the vision of the unevenly breathing blonde woman, still standing at the same spot, legs spread slightly and fingers easing knowingly downward, over the hummock of her pelvis and down into the fluffiness of the pubic hair. Hilla could not help opening her eyes again as she heard the soft gasp of the older woman, who began to moan softly upon having found her node-like jewel of a clitoris and began to rub herself shamelessly.
Hilla suddenly felt flooded by a crazy desire to be able to do the same but instantly she was flooded with shame. Shame for having even thought of it; after all that had happened to her, she did not want to put herself in the same situation of before... of being subjected cruelly of having her wakening flesh respond to these obscene and sinful happenings. All though she no longer felt that she could trust in her God to protect and guide her and look up to for advice, still her upbringing and rigorous training did not allow her to be free of the thought that all this was the greatest sin to commit.
Yet she couldn't help feeling!
That insane tingling was beginning to make itself felt again, rushing like a thousand needles through every pore of her sensitive flesh, making her knees buckle under her, affecting her brain... turning it into a mass of hot jelly. Drawn magnetically to the sight of the blonde woman flicking from side to side over her clitoral button with a snake-like-moving finger made Hilla shudder in disgust. Disgust at herself, and shame of being watched by the other woman and her friend in the armchair. What if he knew how she was beginning to feel!
The torn girl threw herself face down into the soft pillows, covering her ears so that she wouldn't hear the breath of the other woman coming shorter now and thick with visible excitement.
Then she heard the clicking of high heels advancing toward her and the next moment Hilla felt herself being drawn up to a sitting position and two hands turning her resisting head into the direction of the blonde woman. The hands that were curled around her head were feminine, but strong, and Hilla realized that it was the other dark-haired lady that was touching her!
"Regarde!" The French sound was whispered into her ear and a strong odor of perfume invaded Hilla's nostrils as she realized that she was being made to look whether she wanted to or not! Tremblingly, she tried to remove the clamping fingers from her head, so that she would be free to move, but instead she found herself being pulled gently against the heaving full bosom of the woman holding her, and perversely Hilla enjoyed the swelling flesh against her face. But she couldn't figure out what the sense of it all was.
Here she was sitting on a luxurious round bed in the house of a German lady, being watched by a grinning man sitting in an armchair while one beautiful naked blonde woman was lewdly masturbating herself in front of her, and another equally beautiful, though different woman, fully dressed, was holding her pressed against her heaving chest, making her watch. Never had she dreamed that situations like this were even possible. It was only a few days ago that she had seen a man naked for the first time, and during those few days she had experienced so much that she didn't think anything else could possibly happen. And the worst of it was that she had discovered her own body! And fighting her own sensations, that now cruelly swept over her as she saw the naked girl advance toward the bed, was what made her struggle the most! Hilla felt how her juicy vaginal channel began to throb in empathy as the blonde woman lay down on the round bed, splaying her legs wide and directly in front of her and she could not help but see the coralline inner flesh of the parted cuntal lips and the glistening little button swollen and quivering, waiting to be relieved of its sexual agony.
Inadvertently, Hilla pulled back from the lewd sight in front of her, thinking that if she took all her courage and strength now, she could still run out of the room! Furtively, she looked around to find the secret door, but unable to discern it, she sank back against the French woman holding her, feeling hopelessly trapped.
"Touch!" The weird whisper, spoken in her native language, made Hilla jump and she broke her head free momentarily to swivel around and look at the woman who had spoken the command.
The deeply set dark eyes were closed to slits and small pearly drops of perspiration were visible on the high smooth forehead. A loosely lipped full mouth enhanced the appearance of a highly sensitive and excited person, and together with a dark olive complexion, high cheekbones and coal-black straight hair, she looked like an Amazon stimulated by the prey that she was about to hunt. The elegantly low-cut evening dress exposed smooth large shoulders that rippled smoothly with the barely visible movement of her slow controlled breathing.
Hilla's wide green eyes opened wider in the confusion of not knowing what he woman meant by her command.
Yet there was no misinterpretation possible when the woman took Hilla's resisting hand and drew it agonizingly slow toward the exposed steaming flesh of the blonde woman in front of her, demanding that Hilla continue the lewd manipulation of the inflamed waiting clitoris.
"N-nein!" Hilla cried out, desperately trying to pull away from the firm hold that the Amazon women had on her, overcome by disgust and shame of what she was supposed to do, yet weirdly excited at the same time! "All right," the dark-haired woman whispered coarsely and dropped Hilla's shaking hand brusquely. With a brief nod toward the heavily breathing gray-eyed woman on the bed, she stepped away from the bed and stood proudly and expectantly in the middle of the room, waiting for the blonde woman to obey her unspoken command.
Like a light-footed animal, the nude girl slid off the fluffy bed and came toward her, the mirrors reflecting her perfectly curved white ass and the scissoring sinuous walk, slowly and expertly, like something she was used to doing, the silent blonde woman began to undress the Amazon. In what seemed to take an eternity, she unzipped the back of the gown, moving gracefully, and pressing toward her back and with every inch of flesh that became exposed to the soft candlelight, the blonde woman began to lick. The pointed pink tongue seemed to know every inch of the proud spinal column of the dark immovable standing woman and only when soft hands caressed the olive-skinned flesh along with the sinuous licking, did the dark woman begin to breathe heavier and shudder with anticipation.
Hilla's mouth became dry watching the expertly executed undressing and furtively she glanced over to her friend Jean-Loup to see how these two beautiful women in play were affecting him.
He immediately caught Hilla's shy glance and winked at her. Though he, too, was becoming affected by the purposeful display of the two Lesbians and his crotch was beginning to heat, making his sizable prick swell in automatic reaction, he was holding back all his physical desires, waiting for the moment that he could see the young German girl, who obviously was no longer a virgin, but shy enough for him to enjoy teaching her a thing or two, to see her nude, to have her to himself to touch, to fondle, to heat up deliciously, to make way for his aching prick. But only for her! He had seen many spectacles like the one in progress, and he could control his physical desires until the moment when he wanted to let his passions surge forward. He was curious, though, of how Hilla would react to the display of the degenerate expert woman, who paid such a high price for the redhead!
Two shoulder straps fell, and the blonde hazy-eyed passionate woman moved quickly around to the front of the immobile Amazon, catching the dark large nipples with the tip of her snaky tongue, just as the material fell to the curvy waist, and while her hands crawled longingly over the exposed shoulders, neck and firm full breasts, she began to suck loudly and slobberingly over the rising nipples. The broad tongue knew just how to cruise around the tightening aureolas, licking smackingly, then twirling like a pointed spear while her hands were kneading knowingly around the female body.
Hilla was being affected by the visible passion of the blonde woman, feeling a giant throb rising from her quivering womb, making all her limbs tremble and shake, but when she felt the cool speculating dark eyes of the Amazon upon her, she clenched together, not wanting to show here mounting arousal! No, she was not going to give them the satisfaction! Commanding her body to stay still, despite the flames of desire that were licking lewdly at her, she looked defiantly into the leering eyes of the older woman.
But she couldn't help sucking in her breath when the blonde woman slid the evening gown past the smooth waist, following the trail of the gliding material with her steaming hot mouth stopping just before the elastic of the nylon panties that were the only material left on the strong beautiful body of the triumphantly looking dark-skinned girl. Hilla tried to look away, agonizingly aware of the smoothly circling hands of the other woman, caressing and stroking in the most lascivious manner, in the way that Hilla had once been seduced and she remembered the feeling all too well. But the mirrors on the wall reflected the enticing gestures of the two women-one groaning in rising passion, her blonde long hair falling richly over the flat dark belly that she was licking and kissing; the other standing still, holding back the lustful desire that was beginning to engulf her well-preserved limber body. But what was exciting her more than her friend's caresses was the fact that she knew of Hilla's rising arousal, no matter how the young girl tried to hide it! She could see the slightly flaring nostrils, a telltale of mounting excitement, and she saw the softly heaving firm mounds held in tightly by the green velvet gown straining to break free. She smiled smirkingly in the knowledge that he young redhead was not immune to the arousing display of seething flesh and she wanted the young girl to shiver in agony for wanting to be caressed and licked and kissed in the same way.
Hilla cast down her eyes to avoid the bold knowing look of the older woman and she cursed the desire of the flesh that was making her pulsate in the desire of having once more a soft mouth clutched to her throbbing pussy, parting her sizzling soft flesh and cruising hotly around the little button, which she felt growing just now. Oh, how could I!
She said to herself, sudden tears of deep-rooted shame blinding her. This must not happen to me again! I want to be left in peace, and not haunted by these memories! But at the same time, she found herself lewdly attracted by the movements of the two older women in the candle-lit room.
The blonde woman was now kneeling, moaning softly, her full breasts swinging gently from side to side, rubbing against the knees of the other woman who stood now with her head thrown back, a sadistic smile on her perspiring face and, as her round half-moon shaped asscheeks were grabbed violently by the kneeling woman, her thighs began to splay open and it looked as though she were going to swoon right there in the middle of the room in anticipation of the cruising mouth continuing its seething passage down past the nylon panties into the hot cleft of pleasure.
But something suddenly made her change her mind and, with a demanding gesture, she commanded the blonde woman, who was whimpering of having her juicy target removed from her aching searching mouth, to lay facedown on the bed.
Hilla jumped up, not wanting to get in the middle of the two engaged women, but a hand held her firmly in place and two luminous deep eyes commanded her to stay where she was. Then she was being released and the older woman moved gracefully away, leaving the blonde moaning girl grinding her heated and wanting body into the pillows, while she went gyrating her willowy hips enticingly to the place where she had dropped her purse upon entering the room.
Hilla got more confused and the strange excitement that she was about to see-something that she had never before experienced-gripped her with rousing force, making her cringe in the knowledge that she, too, was human and had fleshly sensations, despite her mind which kept telling her not to pay attention and to remain pure.
The dark Amazon woman was reaching into her purse, and for all of the confused redhead's curiosity, she could not see what the woman was doing, except that she was tying something around her slim waist over her nylon panties. What is she doing?
The woman turned slowly and Hilla's full-lipped mouth flew open in surprise! Her trembling fingers flew up to her lips to stop a shocked gasp from escaping. What on earth was this thing that the wild-eyed woman held strapped around herself? It looked like... well, it did look just like a prick... like a white rubbery enlarged cock!
"Do you like it?" the girl asked, menacingly advancing toward the repulsed and shocked young German girl who recoiled inadvertently from the strange appearance and the woman's threatening voice, and she could not open her mouth to speak for shock and surprise!
When the girl, whose well-preserved breasts were swinging freely as she walked toward Hilla, came close enough for Hilla to see the detail, she was amazed to see that that rubbery fleshy stiff fake prick had even blue veins coursing through it and that it shook and jerked as the girl rotated her voluptuous hips sinuously.
"So, you still don't want to answer," the girl spoke sourly, determined to get Hilla involved in their wild games at her free will, rather than having to use force, which meant that she had to get the girl more aroused yet!
"Well then, watch some more!" The leering words were soaked with the knowledge that no matter how virginal Hilla was, she would eventually succumb to her rich sensuality and would want to participate in the arousal of the flesh.
Let them have their go at it! The quietly watching Frenchman thought as if he could have read the thoughts of the sadistic Amazon. Maybe they'll get Hilla's body that a ill be too weak to resist the temptations before her, but they'll never get her mind like I will. They can sack her off and love her to oblivion, and they can use a rubber prick, but they will not succeed in making the redhead theirs! He, too, watched the Amazon mount the moaning girl on the round bed with sudden speed, grabbing the soft flesh around the waist hard and making the woman cry out! And he watched his young German maiden become excited, her elongated nipples pressing visibly against the soft velvet material of her gown, straining to be freed of its imprisonment, he watched and saw he color rise and flood over her gentle swan-like neck, spilling over the soft round facial flesh; he could not fail to notice her shaking body, well-hidden under the gown but emanating rousing desire as her hands nervously played with one another. He knew that probably by now her soft sweet cunt would be filled with love juices, that her clit would be throbbing with the wanton desire of being fondled and caressed! I wonder if she ever had a climax!
Oh, God, Hilla thought, seeing the dark-haired woman hovering over the blonde woman, she's really going to fuck the other girl with that rubber prick! Below the kneeling slender Amazon, Hilla could see the milk-white asscheeks of the blonde girl raising wantonly and she could see the moistly seeping cunt of the blonde woman throbbing in eager anticipation of the connection. Still the other woman was withholding herself, looking mockingly into the mirrors to make sure that Hilla was seeing the widespread eagerly trembling pussy lips. With a brutal move she grabbed the blonde's hair and twisted her fingers around in it.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH," was the answered moaning cry, showing all the lustful desire possible in one that was ready to be invaded and from whom the pleasure of having a swollen penis-even of rubber-ram into her.
Obscenely the olive-skinned woman reached down and sluiced her middle finger through the wetly clamping cuntal passage, twirling for a moment on the swollen clitoris button and then...
Hilla gasped in shock as she saw the middle finger disappear to the first knuckle in the blonde woman's tightly puckered asshole! She swallowed hard, gripping some of the pillows, almost feeling herself how painful it must be to the cruelly subjected woman.
But the other woman gyrated and groaned in obvious pleasure, riding around the disappearing finger which made Hilla shake her head in confusion. Her own tight little anal orifice cringed in empathy of the cruel impalement, yet here was someone obviously wild over the vile entry.
"Take it easy," again the Amazon spoke, tucking at the girl's long hair to stop her from moaning so much.
"Yes, mistress!"
For the first time the blonde girl spoke and Hilla was shocked at the depth and roughness of the feminine-looking girl's voice.
The deep sound shocked the confused redhead, it raveled like an tingly spider over every heated nerve in her sensitive aroused flesh, making her cringe, drawing her muscles together in spasmodic shudders. Something eerie crept over her hunched body and suddenly she noticed that everything was sticking!
The soft green velvet material of her low-cut dress clung sweatily to her and Hilla had the mad desire to rip the piece of clothing off herself, to shake something that was vilely creeping through her pulsating blood. Her soft thighs were glued to one another, leaving no room for her throbbing cunt to breathe and to release the gathering viscous juices that were gathering within the tightly clenched walls. If she could just rise and free herself from the feeling of squashing oppression that was holding her to the edge of the bed, meters away from the steaming flesh of the blonde with the lewdly exposed widespread legs, seething cuntal flesh pointed at Hilla's direction, visibly throbbing with the painful sexual desire of wanting to clasp over something hard, piercing and ramming.
And above her, holding the moaning gyrating body in expectant suspense, the lithe olive-skinned body of the Amazon in the blue nylon panties from which the rubber prick stood stiffly erect, held in place by the string that was wrapped about he sadistic woman's slender waist, waiting for the blonde to heat up more and more, before driving its fake cocktip down into the waiting wet slit.
Hilla's every fiber was incensed with the sudden desire to get up from the edge of the plush round bed, to stand free and shake the cruelly fascinating feeling that something was terribly weird! Yet she was held in place like lead, her perspiring bottom cheeks pressed hard into the rich bed covering, and though she tried to press her shaking hands down onto the bed in the attempt to lift her heavy body up from it, she simply could not move! It was as though her dazed will was fighting its separate battle with her heated, lust-crazed flesh, making her stay put, spellbound at the slowly continuing spectacle in front of her.
The Amazon woman wriggled her knees that were holding the blonde's waist in place closer to the undulating body that cringed at the slightest movement of the dark dominating woman, which brought the cocktip closer to her, brushing the curly pubic hair teasingly... and again Hilla heard the deep voice groaning out its agony, making Hilla shake violently with the knowledge that something was going on before her green eyes that was not right... something that was not within the realm of her understanding... and heavily she swung her perspiring face around to see the man that she knew from the train, pleading with her confused anguished look for an answer to these strange vibrations that were invading her slowly weakening flesh every time that she heard the voice.
Jean-Loup looked back at the perspiring redhead, knowing what those thickly lashed full eyes were asking him, yet unwilling to give the answer to Hilla's riddle, knowing that even if he told her what he knew-like a flash it had lit up in his brain when he heard the woman speak for the first time- the aroused young girl would not understand it, and he didn't want to disrupt the charged lust-thick air right now! He was just beginning to see the redhead's body react to the stimulation and he was in a dream-world of his own, watching the girl fight her rising sensuality, every slight jerk in her heated body triggering off a fantasy of his own... and this was what he wanted.' Though he was perceptive enough to feel Hilla's suffering at her dazed confusion, he was now invaded by a feeling of total selfishness, not wanting for one second to interrupt the flow of the arousing happenings.
Dejected at feeling her friend's unwillingness to explain anything, Hilla turned her passion-laden thoughts back to the puzzling scene, watching in horror and lewd fascination alike, as the shivering white rubber tip came closer and closer to its juicy target that wriggled in undisguised frenzy at being impaled at any moment, and Hilla's large eyes stared unbelievingly at the red open-lipped cunt so close to her, seeing how the clitoris button of the blonde rose and fell in shrieking anticipation of contact, making the juice-lined walls quiver with every breath.
Suddenly, Hilla flared her soft nostrils, becoming agonizingly aware of the acrid odor that wafted over to her, reminding her shamefully of the moment when Rovina had swung herself forcefully upon Hilla's face and had smothered her with the unmistakably obscene smell of hot wet cunt! She tried to close her sense off to the repulsing, yet stimulating pungent smell and closed her eyes to the rousing obscene vision in front of her... but became only aware of the sounds instead!
The sucking-in sounds of a sick animal, short passion-filled breath coming raspingly from the blonde woman whose hands flailed helplessly in the air wanting to grip the teasing torturing woman above, knowing though that she would get slapped for her anxiety, and instead dug her pulsating fingers into the cool satiny bedcovering... breaths that were thickly laced with lust and desire, invading the silence of the candle-lit room with obscene heaviness leaving Hilla's flesh crawling with the mad desire to stop them! To squash them!
Anything to stop her sense from inflaming further, but drawn magnetically to the rising of her senses, the licking flames of desire whipping her small slender body with tantalizing agony, she felt herself shuddering in the awesome recognition that he rasping short-coming breath was mingled with her own!
It was herself, unbeknownst to her consciousness, whose breath rose and fell, leaping through her constricted throat out of her half-opened slack lips into the silence of the room! And with agonizing clarity Hilla suddenly saw herself... filled with rich passion urging her senses on to heat up more and more, to want to loose herself in her aroused senses, to want to touch and eat, satisfying the oral hunger that welled up within her shuddering limbs, making her pink little tongue creep out lewdly from the corners of her round full mouth. Her hands were twitching, itching to touch flesh. Hot flesh... wet flesh... any flesh!
But as soon as she let herself see how she could respond, she began to fight her rising carnality, shuddering helplessly yet determined to not let herself be overcome by the foul hot desires of her weak body.
No, I am not! she screamed silently. I am not letting myself be overcome by these physical mad desires! So I am not a virgin anymore, I am not pure anymore, but I can fight against this vile sluttish sinful yearning of my body! I will control it! Control my instincts... control... control... As she repeated these words to herself, she felt the insane surging of the licking fire spreading through her clenched tight frame, seemingly kindled on to burn brighter, the more she tried to fight it!
"OH, GOD, HELP ME!" Her agonized scream ripped through the room, making the Amazon stop her teasing touch on the gyrating wet cuntal lips below her, and Hilla heard words floating through the sex-charged atmosphere. "I think she is ready!"
"Shall we start on her?" The deep voice answered.
"N-NO-N-NO-NO-N-NO, OHHHHHH, NO, NO, NO," Hilla moaned abjectively, knowing that as she said those words she was denying her deepest desires in this moment-to want to let go of her will, her brain, her intelligence, to let herself be carried away by the vile and exciting happenings this very night.
But even as she felt herself being touched by four hot hands that dragged her gently to the middle of the large round bed, the last moral fiber in her was fighting her throbbing nerves, telling her to not let this happen.
The Frenchman sat forward, his pulse beginning to race in the knowledge that up to now all had been slight play. That now the serious game was about to begin for which these two women had paid for! He saw he redhead's eyes close in the desire of staying unconscious, oblivious to the creeping, drawing caresses that were being heaped on her quaking body, and he felt his groin being lit up by a powerful fire of which he was not sure of how to quench it, once his awesomely endowed genital equipment would rear its powerful head!
They were laying Hilla flat on the big bed, and while the blonde deep-voiced naked woman was led swooningly around to Hilla's feet and began with rousing tenderness to strip off the sandals, the still rubber-prick endowed Amazon was starting at Hilla's shaking shoulders, lovingly sliding down the thin straps that held the soft green velvet gown in place, her spider-like fingers crawling knowingly over the tender neck and shoulders, making Hilla respond automatically with smooth, almost sob-filled ripples. The Amazon's dark slit-like eyes lit up for the first time, eager now to be so close to the object of her desires, leeringly traveling over the freckled-faced girl's swaying body that shivered anxiously under the expert touch of four feminine hands.
The dark rich hair of the slender woman who was stripping Hilla of her lovely garment spilled over Hilla's neck as the Amazon moved her mouth greedily toward the lovely full lips of her prey, her tongue creeping out widely in anticipation of devouring those pink lips, and while Hilla felt the odd perfume of the woman floating closer and closer to her close-eyed faced, she suddenly felt the hot wet mouth clasping its wanton lips over her own and the pressure of a tongue spearing rigidly into her own lips, pressuring hard to her for larger entry into Hilla's mouth that was immediately filled with hot wet saliva, slushing around within her oral cavity awakening every nerve-tip in her still resisting body. At the same time Hilla felt the lewd rummaging of two hands over her ankles and slowly up her quivering helplessly pinned legs, underneath her green dress, and though she was perversely enjoying the piercing exploring tongue meeting up with her own moist hesitant tongue-tip, she could not quite respond to its twirling demanding message that was beginning to drum within her clouded brain.
Somehow she realized that no fighting would stop the two women from continuing their vile journey, and as the blonde's fiery hands kept creeping up her softly vibrating legs, the maddeningly quick tongue of the Amazon was rummaging thickly within her steaming mouth making her feel that she was beginning to be sucked into a giant whirlpool of the pleasures of the flesh... not caring anymore what was going to happen to her, as long as she would not be hurt!
The Amazon's hands were stroking Hilla's white neck whose pulsating veins were beginning to stand out against its alabaster skin with the increasing pressure that spread from her lust-ravaged womb, not knowing in which direction to go to find release, and while Hilla was feeling that she was being sucked into a moist twirling never-stopping ravenous mouth, the dark woman's hands met up with the softly clinging velvet material that was covering the redhead's milk-white throbbing breasts, pushing the crawling fingers under the edge to get to the visibly rising pink nipples. But the dress did not come off so easy!
The zipper in the back had to be opened first!
Knowing all the details of woman's wear, more than even the most expert man would ever know, the Amazon lifted Hilla's entire body up and slid one arm underneath Hilla's perspiring back, never for one moment giving respite to the heavily breathing young girl who felt that a giant animal had gotten a hold of her soft lips, sucking them up, working them and kneading them, licking and filling her with sluicy hot saliva... and suddenly the zipper opened and Hilla felt her budding breasts suddenly freed from its oppressive weight and like two foals kept in the stable for too long, her breasts swelled like a balloon being blown up with the crowning tittering young nipples raising their head to breathe the new freedom!
Despite the ever-increasing heat from the perspiring female bodies moving animal-like on the big bed, Hilla felt as if cool air was caressing her freed nipples and she breathed a giant breath from underneath the Amazon's ravenous moist lips, feeling how the green material was being gently pushed down further until it came to rest by her small sweetly rounded hipbone... and then those cruising expert hands made their way upward from her white fluttering stomach flesh to encircle and cup her two upraised tits who were... she recognized painfully and shame-filled... straining to be caressed as Hilla had watched the Amazon being caressed earlier in the most sinuous way by the strange blonde.
And thinking of the blonde, the trembling young German girl became stunningly aware of the soft electrifying touches creeping up her nervously quivering legs that shook at once with resistance and overpowering desire, and then she realized that a hot broad tongue was following the manipulating caresses step by step and the skirt of her clinging dress was being lifted up higher and higher, up to her incredibly hotly steaming pussy and came to rest together with the upper part of the dress which had been lustily peeled by the dark, still kissing woman.
I am being taken from both ends! The stimulating thought raced through Hilla's sex-crazed brain, making her writhe glidingly on the smooth bedcovers. And then she looked up at the ceiling! How perverse it all was! her green hungry eyes seemed to scream at her! She saw the lewd details, lying there almost-naked, except for white nylon panties and a roll of green velvet obscenely rolled around her middle, and watching wide-eyed as the Amazon kept kissing and licking her lips, her catlike slender dark body curled sideways from Hilla, the blue panties and the strap of the rubber prick a disruption in the smooth feline body and at the same time she saw herself oddly detached as if she was watching something else as the blonde continued her lewd journey, completely lost in feeling up the velvety legs with her hungry mouth immediately following the hands. And that girl-who it was all happening to- who was lying beneath these two women was visibly turned on! Her sweat-glistening flesh was responding, sliding and gliding in rhythm to the fire-sparkling touches, setting off nerve-tingles that obviously had its desired effect.
But that girl is me! Hilla jerked in the awesome recognition, making the blonde's head suddenly come up in a rush toward her tingling loins, covering the view of the redhead's panty-covered pubic vee. Oh, how can this be happening to me? Hilla groaned inwardly, being fired on by the Amazon's pressuring kisses that seemed to wipe her wide oral cavity clean with every probing lick. Four days ago, I was on my way to be a nun! Four days ago I had never seen a man fully naked, I didn't even know how men and women did it together... not to speak about women and women! And here I am, in the most perverse position, being licked by two women... I have been making love with another... and I have been fucked into pain! What next? And this sinful, perverse body of mine is responding, wriggling, writhing like a helpless animal waiting to be fed! With these agonizing thoughts in her head, Hilla suddenly realized that she liked it! She wanted that blonde to continue, she wanted to feel a hot biting mouth on her young moistly sticking vagina... and find that strange spot that made her feel like exploding! How could this be?
As if the Amazon could sense the resistance melting away under her expertly executed kisses, she released Hilla's swollen wet lips and, like an eagle, swooped down to start on Hilla's breasts.
Oh, God, what sweet agony! Hilla's inner voice cried out, feeling the sharp teeth bite into her increasing, yet shrinking pink nipples, making them shrivel deliriously but get incredibly long under the tantalizing twirling tongue that knew just how to lick, bite and squash, extricating small whimpering moans from the redhead. Hilla was beginning to lose all sense of time under the double onslaught on all of her inflamed senses. With excruciating sensitivity she felt fingers hooking under the elastic of her nylon panties, searching out greedily the hair-covered juicy cunt into which the blonde planned to dive momentarily. She knew the time was drawing near, judging from her prey's shivering, shaking and moaning. Running her tongue spider-like up along the incredibly soft hairless thighs of the German girl, the blonde started caressing the slight bulge that was forming under her sudden stab in the direction of the material-covered cunt, the trembling increasing with each longing touch, and the hotter-than-hot woman knew that the clitoris was swelling to the size of a small marble, throbbing visibly under the searching female fingers!
Should she take the girl's pants off now? as she was aching to do, or should she wait till the Amazon was further into her breast-trip? which was heaven as far as she could determine from the other woman that her lady friend had sucked until they screamed for oral contact on the cunt. Every woman, loved it. Except me! I can't really come off, she thought feeling sorry for herself for a moment. But then she also remembered how miserable she had felt before the operation, walking around as a man, feeling like a woman! No, this was better, at least she could give pleasure! And she liked this lovely redheaded girl who, though seemingly relatively innocent, had such a finely tuned body that responded to every lick and every kiss with a sigh of its own, inspiring the one who did the kissing to more and more furious passion-filled lovemaking.
AHHHH, she would start doing it now! And having made that decision the naked, perspiring blonde lowered her large full mouth and placed it on the outside of the white panties directly over the entire small cunt... and she started blowing!
Hilla moaned loudly, writhing in undisguised pleasure now as she felt the hot steam engulfing her entire pussy-lips, making her feel as if she were being placed under a monsoon-like wind, helpless to avoid the incredible tingling of her twitching nerve-tips, beginning to poke at her inflamed white flesh at every angle. Her nipples were being squashed, eaten, bitten, caressed, licked and were sending her into such a state of euphoria that she thought she would lose her whole mind, whatever was left of it, at the same time feeling her hot sticky body convulse under the hot, hot, hot blowing that didn't seem to have an end!
Her tautly strung young body was suddenly straining against the blonde's lips and her flaming breast-buttons strained against the Amazon in the attempt to express her bodily hunger, a hunger that suddenly demanded an answer being unleashed from its mind-controlling mistress and swayed deliriously under the perversely delicious lingual contacts that were invading Hilla from both ends. Not knowing what her hands were doing, Hilla suddenly was wrapping her fingers hard within the black hair that was spilling over her chewed-up nipples and onto the whiteness of her quaking belly.
"Don't touch me!" the dark-skinned woman lashed out at the surprised Hilla, coming up furiously from her intent sucking on Hilla's elongated tittering nipples.
"I don't like to be touched, except by my friend!" the woman said hoarsely, gripping the astounded freckled-faced woman's fingers and removed them from her head.
"Here I do the touching... Later you can suck me!"
Good God! The vile yet incredibly exciting prospect of feeling again soft lips, hair-fringed and juicy, hot and twitching on her mouth made Hilla shudder in unexpected passion and at the same time, she became agonizingly aware of her male friend sitting in the chair watching the three of them. What would he think of her after all thin? What wan he doing now? Hilla searched the mirror in the ceiling for his picture, but as his head was bent down a little she could not see the expression of his face from her angle. She only saw that his strong bony hands were gripping the rails of the armchair in what seemed to be a giant effort to stay in control. For, clearly Hilla could see a rod rising hard out of his loins, straining against the constricting material of his elegant suit, and even the aroused young girl could make out a slowly spreading stain on his right thigh. And by now she saw enough to know that it was a man's excitement that expressed its signs that way.
So he was excited, too!
And me, too!
And the two women? Hilla only had to let go of her thoughts and relinquish her entire flamed wanting being to the obscene, yet so knowing tongues that were piercing, chewing and licking her... right out of her mind!
Her legs parted on their own volition, just as obscene in their lewdness as the blonde's voluptuous nakedness and the absurd paraphernalia still strapped to the Amazon's waist!
Was that woman going to use that thing on her? Hilla wondered, repulsed and with fear.
She only remembered too well how one hard ramming prick had relentlessly bored into her virginal cunt, and how another man had fucked her into passing out, rubbing the young unused pussy-lips raw with his torturing impalements. But the pain was forgotten so soon!
Forgotten as if it had never happened, as she felt her pants being slid down. The hot hand that crept under her clenching tight little asscheeks was almost not necessary. Hilla's white bottom was gyrating on its own volition, wanting to be freed from the juice-stained odorous piece of material that kept the unbelievably enticing broad lips from making direct lingual contact with Hilla's yearning cunt.
The blonde slid the panties off with her hot electrifying fingers, lovingly pulling them over Hilla's curling toes and throwing them carelessly behind her!
Jean-Loup, whose hard-on was creating a headache for him, suddenly found himself with Hilla's underpants in his hand, landing almost purposely on his swollen member. And he was really trying to maintain control which was getting exceedingly more difficult watching the three women on the bed turning each other on with each purposeful, arousing trick in the book.
He picked the nylon pants from his lap and raised them to his face, becoming delirious with the pungent acrid smell that only came from a pussy that was hot and ready, slushing out the love-juices in quantities, and before he realized it, the elegant controlled Frenchman was licking the panties right in the triangular patch where her surely sense-robbing cuntal lips would normally rest. He went wild with the pushing desire that threatened to overthrow all his ideas of this night yet to come... just he and the redhead fucking lovingly, fucking hard, fucking in all positions, and sucking her perhaps better than the transvestite and his weird lady friend. Yes, he had realized, that the only explanation for the blonde's voice was... that she was a transvestite. Operated to be made like a woman, a cunt instead of perhaps an underdeveloped prick, which meant that she could be fucked, but that she could never cum! And the other one... well, he hadn't quite figured out the other one! Odd one, that!
And his sweet German girl that he had met in the train coming to Paris, whose undeveloped young sensual beauty had caught his eyes and left him breathless with desire already then... and now within a few days someone had awakened her already and she was twice as desirable for him now! His little ex-virgin in the hands of the two perverted high-paying girls... and getting steaming hot! Good, she'll be better for me! He thought as he held the pussy-smelling pants to his sensitive nose.
Hilla had forgotten about the Frenchman!
She only knew that two steel-gray greedy eyes were devouring her nakedly exposed love-crack, and as if fired on by the mere look of the man-like woman, her hair-covered slit opened on its own volition, the fuzzy liquid-sticking hair parting ever a fraction, exposing the tender pink inner flesh of her throbbing swamp like a blood-shot eye winking at someone to come closer. The blonde sucked her glutinous breath in as pure appreciation of the perfect specimen in front of her made her mouth dribble, dying to irrigate the soft incredibly tender-looking furrow with the fiercely hot saliva of her own.
If only her dark-haired lady friend would get off the young girl's heaving and twittering breasts and do what they had arranged to do! She was aching with the powerful desire to part those almost untouched-looking small lips with her pointed tongue that could twist and turn with the speed of an electric drill, giving the most frigid girl the thrill of her lifetime.
Yet she didn't dare say anything to her friend, knowing how incredibly angry she could get.
And tonight she didn't want to be beaten. Hilla felt her body as a pulsating giant mass of moving cells, rhythmically throbbing out its desire, made so much more devilish and sinful by the shame and guilt that flooded now and then through her heat-ravaged body, wanting to close her legs and shut them tight to any possible invader, yet spreading them wider in obscene wanton fiercely pushed by the waves of sudden rushes of red-hot desire that were racing through her lustful flesh. And she was unable to stop from breathing like a steam engine, laboring as it would climb a steep hill... unable to stop her body that was crawling as if under the influence of a thousand tiny animal legs, from acting out its drumbeat message, especially as she felt that she was about to be kissed again "down there" like she had once before, and it had given her such insane shameful pleasure!
And then she felt two soft fingers brushing away the wet curly pubic hair, pulling her fleshy outer vaginal lips firmly but yet so damn enticingly apart, making her moan as the cooler outer air drifted against the pulsating fiery hot flanges and she knew that her tiny node-like jewel of a clit was growing. Growing just from the madly exciting idea in her head that a hot clasping mouth would be placed over it soon!
And while her thought drove her nearly insane with overpowering heat waves circling through all her pelvic nerves and millions of hard tingles streaking her wetly perspiring body from the smacking, chewing manipulation of her swelling resilient globes, it happened!
The hot electric shock of the blonde's calculated lingual contact made Hilla's lust-crazed body rise up in a giant shocking upward motion as if she were going to hit the ceiling and with this strong voluntary push she threw the Amazon-like woman off her heaving chest.
Immediately the dark-haired woman, whose lips were absurdly swollen from their savage biting journey on Hilla's creamy rosebud tits, turned around and looked piercingly at the head of the blonde that was buried deeply within the newly found cuntal lips and knew that now her time had come! This was what she had been waiting for and what she paid for!
Now as the red-headed girl was so aroused, she smirked in sadistic fashion-now was the time to get her own cunt filled with tongue and saliva and sucking lips.
Like in slow motion, she determinedly raised herself from her curled-up position on the bed and stripped herself of her blue underwear, exposing a full mature hairy and hungry cunt whose thick round marble clit stuck out lewdly from the moistening division of her vaginal lips. Not the dildo, though! She liked it, she couldn't turn on without it... she needed it. Almost grimly the cold calculating strange woman adjusted the forever-stiff blue-veined facsimile of an erect prick and wriggled her hips to make it quiver like a snake... or just like a real one!
Hilla was too absorbed and brainwashed by the steamy mouth that was attached to her cunt like a clam to notice what the other woman was doing, and she screamed in repulsion and shock when suddenly two legs clamped her little heat-puffed face between them and she saw for one second the gaping wet opening that came down on her before being smothered by sticky juices, hair and hot flesh! She wasn't ready for it! And what was worse... two almost life-like rubber balls were coming down on her nose, while the vile prick with its painted veins and its natural-like thick head with the smooth ridge was jamming along her sweat-soaked forehead, using the perspiration as lubrication.
NO! THIS, I DON'T WANT! Her frightful scream came out as a muffled groan, and the turned-on Amazon, who thought that this was a scream of pleasure, began to laugh raucously and grind herself into Hilla's closely pressed mouth with tremendous fury.
The smothered redhead's head tried to evade the vile onslaught, but she couldn't move; furthermore, the strong legs being pressed against her ears took away all sense of sound, her painfully shut eyes robbed her of vision and she began to feel that she was in a dark ominous hole, surely about to drown! In a last attempt to free herself from the squashing forceful cunt on her face, Hilla reached out and dug her fingernails into the hot flesh of the lady's flesh.
But that wan a mistake! The emotionally retarded olive-skinned woman could only get her kicks through voyeurism... or through violence... and as the sharp pain of Hilla's scratching fingernails hit her dull brain, she responded violently. Reaching behind her, her entire sleek body arched backward like that of a panther ready to jump, she reached for Hilla's mauled areolas and started pinching hard! Hard! Hard! Hard! Grinding her fleshy juice-dribbling cockpit hard down onto Hilla's mouth who opened it to scream out in the pain that the woman was inflicting upon her, and also because she needed to breathe.
And all the time, she felt her own pussy being sucked up like a whirlpool, making her feel that she was going to pass out from the electronic whine that started to hum and sing through her lost flesh, driving her wild with its rising intensity, racking her thrashing flesh in the oncoming frenzy that she knew she could not stop... even if she wanted to!
Before the perversely aroused redhead knew what she was doing, her tongue was leaping out at the wet juicy lips upon her, reaching for the mammoth lips and taking them between her teeth.
THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! KEEP GOING YOU RED-HEADED BEAUTIFUL ANIMAL! The rude, passion-ravaged words rang out screamingly into the silence of the room, hitting Hilla's lust-soaked brain like a lashing whip. And strangely enough, they spurred her on!
Suddenly it was her who was biting and chewing, licking and licking like an ice cream cone to be devoured by a very thirsty girl, it was her hands that were kneading cruelly the sparse flesh on the Amazon's curvaceous hips... and at the same time she was being vivaciously eaten by the blonde! Deliciously, ravagingly being eaten up.
Like in a wanton trance, her tongue repeated the movements of the blonde who crazily spurred on by the young girl's sudden rushing fire was increasing her salacious efforts, using her hot hands to spread the quaking lips as wide as possible, twirling maddeningly around the stiffening clit, running her flat tongue slobberingly along the entire length of Hilla's vagina, knowing that her fierce attack was being projected right onto her rich dark lady friend who screamed, yelled and moaned in the wildest fashion.
YEAH, SUCK ME, BITE ME, EEEEEEEEEEEEET MEEEEEEEEEE. MORE, MORE, MORE! HARDER, MAKE IT BIG, TAKE IT INTO YOUR MOUTH, SUCK ME!
YEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Even Jean Loup, who was used to noisy wild women in their moments of ecstasy that he usually brought them to, was held spell-bound by the vehement intense, almost sickening screams of the maddeningly thrashing woman, and more than that he was so astounded at the high-pitch passionate thrashings of his admired redhead that he forgot about his painfully throbbing, liquid-leaking member and watched in fascination at the chain of cunt-eating.
Should I join? he asked himself for a split-second, but immediately wiped away the thought. Fucking a transvestite wasn't his thing, though he could not deny that the perfectly shaped writhing female body in front of him was doing things to him. He felt himself being covered by perspiration that came only from held-back unfulfilled pressuring desire. But I want to fuck the redhead! I want to make her cum with my searing cock, rocking the inner walls of her dilated cherry pie, having her look up at me, her eyes breaking under the passions that I want to fill her with. The passion of a real man who likes her as well, not just the physical maddening rush of sexual hunger that can be satisfied so easily and leaves nothing but a bitter taste without some real loving to go along with it.
I'LL WAIT, GODAMMIT! He gritted his teeth and almost wished that he was not present at this very moment. The passion-crazed women heaving and tossing on the bed were driving him crazier than he had anticipated, and the sounds... STICK YOUR TONGUE IN! WAY IX TO MY HOLE! COME ON, YOU SPEAR-LIKE GERMAN TONGUE, RUN YOURSELF RAGGED AROUND MY SLOT! OOOOHHHH... AAAAAAAHHHHH... UGGHHHHHHH!
Hilla complied, compelled and driven by the unending lust that was rushing from head to toe and back, always picking up speed and more force from her inflamed center that was being licked, parted, invaded, stabbed into, flicked at increasing speed and frenzy. Repeating every move unconsciously with her own tongue, she in turn stabbed her tongue into liquid-gushing cuntal flanges, devouring its contours, the smell, the hair, trying to make her tongue like a stiff spear so it would enter the lust-clenching vaginal entrance of the frenzied woman above her, slobbering and slushing, just like the blonde was slushing and slobbering over, around and into her secret place, making her whine and whimper with the uncontrollable red-hot frenzy that raced and whipped around her blood-filled nerve centers.
The Amazon was still pinching her grossly thickened nipples with every bite and lick that Hilla could not help but pass on to the crazed dark-haired lady who was bucking and arching under the incredible pressure that was building up, riding mercilessly on Hilla's swollen, juice-covered face, ready to come off at any moment. Hilla felt the contact of the rubber dildo as a pounding unearthy rhythm that shook her already insanely drumming flesh to its very roots, making her hump uncontrollably up to the blonde's non-relenting fire-giving mouth.
Suddenly she stiffened!
The blonde was flicking her untiring saliva-dripping tongue in a particular way around Hilla's erect clit marble that gave her this maddening rush of anticipation that something more was to come! That if the movement was continued just on that particular spot, the furiously racing wave of tingles would culminate in that insanely flooding feeling that had made her feel as though she were being torn into bits and pieces when Rovina had been doing it to her.
DON'T STOP, YOU RED-HEADED INNOCENT LOOKING ANIMAL! DON'T STOP NOW!
The furor of the screamed words made Hilla stiffen harder and feeling her back arching like a finely strung bow, she made the effort of twirling her own thickly swollen tongue in the same manner, rummaging wildly around the hard pulsating clit of the angry-sounding woman above her.
FASTER, FASTER, FASTER! The crying hoarse voice sang out its song of passion, making Hilla's sore tongue hurt in the effort to satisfy the mad woman's demands.
But she could not do it any longer!
The giant tidal wave had reached its crest and with a thunderous roar broke at its peak, and Hilla felt the arrow shoot off, her arched back held in space for a second and then her convulsing body took over the last remaining bit of her mind, loosing itself in the savagely crushing waves coming into shore, throwing her helplessly around and leaving her stranded, shivering and crying from the emotional and physical storm that so savagely shook her small slender body. Like a helplessly stranded ship she lay, oblivious to the furious cuntal lips that kept shoving themselves into her drained face, seething with unfulfilled fury at having the teasing, tickling, twirling tongue removed from her hunger-starved wide crotch.
Yet when she saw that the beautiful young girl lay completely still, she knew that she had lost tonight in this game! And that made her even more furious. Seeing her blonde slave licking away the remnants of Hilla's white cum, draining the cum-throbbing lips from the last of its strength, she reached out and pulled the blonde by the hair.
"Get off her, you hear?" she hissed like a snake about to give the deadly bite.
"Yes, mistress," the dark voice replied succumbing to the wishes of her lady, reluctantly letting go of the sweet honeypot that she had drenched so expertly, but a glint of rebellion came into her steel-gray eyes when she saw the Amazon release Hilla's head from her clamping knees, got up and swiftly positioned herself between the German girl whose legs were spread, still in the spent passion, pushing the blonde aside roughly.
"Then I will punish her by fucking her with this thing!" Obscenely she wiggled the fleshy dildo. "That'll make her nice and sore after her cum!"
"Just a sec!"
Jean-Loup was beside the bed in one swift second and pulled the Amazon backward just as she positioned her prick over the unsuspecting close-eyed girl, the juices of her dripping cunt dribbling vilely down her heated incensed thighs, leaving wet stains between Hilla's legs.
"W-what?" The black-haired woman cringed at the rough touch of the man and she mustered up all her strength to rip herself away from his forceful grip, furiously spewing fire from her eyes, at the same time looking pleadingly at the blonde who stood dejectedly and perspiring at the side of the bed, unable for once to follow a command of her mistress, for she was quietly happy that she was able to make the little girl cum so good and hard!
She did not move to help, leaving the fired-up Amazon helpless in Jean-Loup's determined grip.
"This was not the deal," he said icily. "You bought her for your game, I bid for her to fuck her, and no dildo is going in before me... or after me, for that matter, okay?" Disgustedly he pulled the catlike woman off the bed, letting her fall rudely on the soft carpet, and sat down protectively in front of the peacefully smiling young girl.
"ANNA!" The humiliated naked woman with the dildo strapped to her, howled out loud for the madam of the house.
"That's right, that's the deal," from seemingly nowhere the mature cool voice floated through the room, leaving all present stunned as if magic had gripped them.
Jean-Loup was the first to recover. He always did figure that there was some hidden mirror in the room through which Anna, the mistress of the house could watch and get her vicarious thrills... but he hadn't figured on a communication system! He smiled, visualizing the old bag watching the whole scene, probably wishing that she herself could fuck the little damsel.
But he, too, was not giving Anna enough credit, not knowing-of course-that Anna was not only watching, but being ripped off by the Negress who had to suck her in punishment for her failure to watch better over Hilla, instead of getting to be in the blonde's place and licking out the sweet cum that the Negress liked so much. And the poor bisexual girl had gone insane watching her admired redhead getting so passionate and in turn had loved Anna so incessantly that she had cum four times! And she was too tired now to get into an argument. The girls did have their fun, that the well-paying Amazon didn't make it to a climax was not her fault! Let the hot young Frenchman have her now!
Jean-Loup bowed politely in all directions, not knowing through which mirror Anna was being hidden and with a triumphant icy look he watched the whimpering Amazon gather up her clothes and leave the room together with the poor blonde whose head hung dejectedly as she followed slave-like.
He looked down on the sweetly resting girl, whose pearly beads of perspiration covered her entire totally relaxed body like tiny crystal bubbles, making her shine and glisten in the candle light.
I want to take you away from, here he mumbled to himself, his dark luminous eyes roving yearningly over the perfectly still contours of Hilla, allowing himself for the first time to let his painful built-up pressure surge forward, and watching how again his searing plunger took on the form of a hard thick iron rod, his hands reached out passionately for the unsuspecting maiden. But he caught himself! Not here... not now... when I get her to my place! "Anna, get me street clothes for her, I am taking her home." He spoke to the walls, and while he stuffed his stiffened prick down between his legs, the door opened magic-like and his demand was being met!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stiff! Jean-Loup wiped the invisible sweat from his brow! The entire endeavor of bringing the young beautiful German girl to his apartment had taken more out of him than he had anticipated and he began to wonder whether it all was worth the price. There were the somewhat unpleasant dealing with Anna who had gotten quite angry when she found out that her newly found girl was being taken forever from her establishment and then Hilla came down with something of a nervous breakdown! He heard her entire story, told between heart-breaking sobs and vile self-accusations during the short car trip from Anna's place to his penthouse and it had cost the young connoisseur all his efforts to refrain from taking the shook-up girl into his wide comforting arms and begin to seduce her, as had been his plan all along!
But he managed... and even managed to simmer down the still exhausted redhead who was currently taking a noisy bath and seemed to regain her spirits somewhat, despite her refusal to take a tranquilizer which he always kept in the house, neither did she want to drink any alcohol. Just plain straight sex out of a fairytale book! He mused smilingly and the thought flashed across his brain whether or not he would manage as well to get the sensuous young girl to wake fully and accept him as her lover, because he did like certain things that many other people would call perverse.
He was beginning to feel like a schoolboy! With his experience and with his knowledge about how to handle women! What a joke! Nervously he paced up and down the length of his living room, failing to be inspired by the view of the million city lights that were visible from his penthouse apartment, normally something that he enjoyed every single night that he spent home.
"May I come in?" His question was more perfunctory than true concern, for after all, it was HER that was sitting in HIS bathtub, and he could bloody well do what HE felt like doing.
But that might scare the bird away! he added as an afterthought.
Hilla did not hear him entering and she almost jumped straight out of the bubble-bath-filled bathtub in fright when she suddenly found her friend Jean-Loup next to her, unabashedly admiring her foam covered steamy body. Trying to cover herself as much as possible, she only managed to uncover parts of her freshly scrubbed flesh, and the frightful blushes crept embarrassingly over her wetly dripping face, delighting Jean-Loup's sense of esthetics. She held her red curly hair up high by some sort of pinned-up job, leaving her tiny delicately shaped ears free. Just right for nibbling he thought.
"Now don't get all nervous, Hilla!" The Frenchman mocked, adding that if she would remember, he had already spent considerable time admiring her naked body when she was being loved up by the two women, and seeing again that his words were throwing her into fits of shyness, he reached out and covered her clinging hand. "That's past now... and you had a wonderful cum... and I hope you are ready for more!" The last words were spoken softly, calculating the effect on the reddening young woman. Finally she spoke.
"What is a CUM?"
Jean-Loup almost fell off the toilet that he was using as a seat, in fits of laughter that were engulfing him and seeing Hilla's astounded face with those green eyes widening in surprise at his outburst.
"You really don't know?" He spoke still laughing fitfully. "No!"
The softly whispered answer made him stop and he considered seriously how to tell her what an orgasm was, when in effect she had obviously already experienced one. Carefully he started to explain, taking great pains at giving Hilla the right vocabulary, but when he found that she still shook her water-drop covered face in not understanding, he blurted out, "The way your body buckled when the transvestite sucked you off... and that feeling, that incredible tension release that flooded through you, surely you felt it, that was an orgasm!"
"What is a transvestite?"
Besides not knowing, Hilla wanted to talk about something else. The way the man was looking at her was making her feel funny again, and his words about sucking off gave her the most delightful cribbling tingles shooting through her relaxed body, and she didn't know quite what to do with them. Somehow this situation was different.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, what questions!" Jean-Loup groaned making a face like a tired old professor, which made Hilla laugh, exposing her pearly even-spaced white teeth and the not-so-innocent pink tongue that slipped out of the corner of her laughing mouth. The unconscious highly sensual gesture again brought Jean-Loup with full force to the object of his desire... to just tear the foam-covered clean girl out of the bathtub and drag her into the waiting bedroom. Or should I fuck her in the bathtub? He questioned himself for a second. No! The living room carpet would almost be better!
Thinking about which actions to take first, he noticed that his member was twitching already in anticipation of her sweet love channel and how it would love to rummage around the hot deep cavity of her womb!
"Come!" he said to the surprised girl, taking her by the hand and dragging her resisting wet slick frame out of the bathtub, ignoring her protests. In passing he grabbed his big bath towel and threw it over his big shoulder with the intention of rubbing Hilla dry on his bed. Feeling the hesitation of the young girl that he so mercilessly dragged behind him, he began to speed up his step, anxious now not to waist any more time. He had waited enough!
He ignored the pools of soapy water that were forming with each of Hilla's steps, but just concentrated on his plan of attack that left him almost breathless by the time that he opened the bedroom door... he naked, wetly glistening young maiden in tow.
Releasing the slippery hand of the redhead who didn't know what was coming off, the aroused Frenchman motioned for Hilla to sit on the bed, while he speedily removed his jacket and tie.
Hilla watched the young, well-built frame of her protector emerge from under the jacket and was surprised to find her tender muscles tightening at the sight of his strong muscular body, outlined by the tightness of his shirt and when she looked further down, she noticed the hard-on! Knowing that he hardening of a man's pleasure tool was the beginning of a bedroom-game to come, she began to tremble.
Immediately the tall man walked over to the bed with the towel in his hand, and pressuring Hilla by the shoulder to lay down, he smiled in anticipation of finally being able to touch the still hesitant body of the young girl! To explore her crevices of desire, to tickle her nerves till she would beg him to finish what he was about to start.
"Lie down," he urged her, seeing hat Hilla was complying with him in a manner that made it clear that she would jump up any moment at the wrong touch. The softly spoken ye commanding firm words had their effect... Hilla's wet back pressed against the hard mattress, her eyes on the man like a watchful animal to see what he was going to do next.
And the thought crept through her refreshed mind that she wouldn't mind whatever this man was going to do to her... somehow she knew instinctively that it would be wonderful.
Jean-Loup took the plush soft towel and advanced to the completely still girl. Gently he wiped away the small driblets of water still trickling down from her red hair, and as he felt himself touching her for the first time in the intimate manner that he had hoped for, for such a long time, he almost recoiled from the strongly flashing vibrations that emanated from her soft peach-colored flesh at his touch, and like fire igniting, it hit him right below the belt, his already rigid big member beginning to throb painfully with the anticipation of being released from its prison! With a practiced move of his left hand, he unclipped his belt buckle and dropped his suit pants while never stopping to wipe Hilla's moistly steaming body dry. He now was drying her swan-like long neck, using the excuse of drying her while actually he was beginning to fondle her in unmistakable manner, wishing for the softly sighing young girl to become as aroused as before, or more if that were possible.
Obviously, viewing the scene in Anna's house had left its effects on the heating young man, for every time that he procured the picture of the helplessly whimpering German girl in front of his eyes, he was getting the most incredibly hot rushes flooding through him with fire-like speed, making his already sizable cock swell with sudden longing. But would he be able to arouse the nakedly lying girl to such a degree? Perhaps she needed more verbal stimulation first!
"What do you like better, fucking or being sucked off?" The words fell out of his mouth like an echo to his thoughts and as he saw the imperceptible cringe making tiny ripples over Hilla's curvaceous body at the sound of his enticingly spoken words, he knew that he was on the right track!
"No, don't answer that," he added quickly. "I will show you and you tell me afterwards."
His greedy hands never for one moment stopped the soothing massaging motion that he was inflicting on the slowly responding body, using the cover of the towel to knead and pressure just in the right places, and soon he saw the heating color of excitement dawn on the redhead's face, spurring him on to work quicker and quicker with the toweling dry, so that he could get down to business.
Hilla's slowly growing excitement made her respond automatically and almost without her willingness, responding to each touch with a soft pressure of her fragrant body, wondering how it could be possible that she could feel this way after all that had happened to her. But there it was! Imperceptibly her longing nipples grew under the massage of the rough towel and her belly muscles started to quake and flutter. Seeing the fleshy cocktip of his thick prick peaking out sheepishly from the tails of the shirt that Jean-Loup was still wearing, she suddenly was flooded with the raucous desire to take it off!
But her fingers were helpless to move. Inertia was gripping her and though the soft caresses being piled on her made her feel warmer and warmer by the second, somehow she could not will herself to reach out and answer her growing need to participate. Not just to let things happen to her... but o actively want to touch, squeeze and stroke this lengthening fleshy animal that so far had only caused her pain, yet she remembered seeing Rovina and Peter enjoying each other's bodies so openly and lustfully that she felt there was something yet undiscovered in all these physical maneuvers. But what?
The strong male odor coming close to her sensitive nostrils made her realize that the mustached young man was bending his head over her. Searching her face for its secret thoughts, and feeling intuitively how the yearning desire poured through every pore of his strong face, she, too, became overwhelmed with the desire to have him press close to her, feeling his strong hard frame close to her softly yielding flesh and when he suddenly surged forward and ripped her closed legs apart with his hairy knee, she opened them willingly wanting to be enfolded, squashed, encircled by the vibrating young man.
She became conscious of her slowly opening mouth as if to be prepared for the sudden violation of its softly curved shape, that followed instantly after her thought.
"MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNMMMMMM."
Writhing under the forward-pressing knee, Hilla moaned into the strong hot mouth that clasped over her, and as his hands began to grip her hard from both sides underneath her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, she realized that no more escape was possible! She Was pinned under him, but good, responding to his sucking lips with probing little flicks of her wanton tongue, loving the way the mustache was cruising stiffly over her upper lip and tickled her like a thousand miniature needles. Hilla was losing herself in the slow soft licking and spearing of his tongue in and around her entire saliva-filled oral cavity and soon she was responding to his every move, curling lewdly around his tongue, sucking in his full lips and letting herself be speared by it.
Suddenly her hands flew up to encircle his head, surprising herself at feeling how soft his dark wavy hair was and, as she began unconsciously to play with it, tucking her fingers greedily around each strand, pulling with the increasing rhythm of his thick wet kisses, she heard him moan ever so softly and she realized that she, too, had the power of making him feel more and more aroused, judging from the increasingly hard pressure of his lengthening thick stick against her round soft hip flesh.
She wished that he would take his shirt off, it was bothering her... it was stopping the way from one searing visibly heating flesh to the other! But she couldn't bring herself to do it!
Maybe he would think that she was one of those wanton sluts that could be had anywhere in Paris! The thought made her reconsider her current position and imperceptibly she moved away from the hungrily searching tongue.
"Ahhhh, no, no, no... you can't get away now." The clever sensitive young man was feeling the resistance taking over the desire within the young girl's twitching body, and rudely grabbing her and jabbing his middle finger up her cunt, he continued to talk. The slippery entrance to her hesitant pussy gave her away! He felt how his probing finger was being sucked up in one gulp into the hot wet honey-pot, indicating to him that his lovely young maiden was more-ready for fierce strong impalement than even she might guess.
Hilla's softly gyrating pelvis area made a giant leap at the unexpected crude contact of the rummaging finger, yet as she moved she only brought her pubic hair-covered invaded cunt in harder contact with the salaciously twirling knuckles.
"UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH," she yelled out, not so much for pain but for the savage pleasure that hit her slowly awakening pelvic region as the finger bored itself deeper and deeper between her moistening flower. Rushes of hot waves ran along the tightly clasping vaginal walls that seemed to reverberate in its entirety through her joggled brain. Hotly she responded to the speed-increasing wet smacking kisses on her soft we mouth, making her think that she was still in the bath, masses of twirling hot water sloshing sensually against her willing flesh.
In response to her outcry, Jean-Loup added the second finger to the first and preparing the seething cuntal passage which was as tight as a rubber glove for larger entry to come, he twisted and turned until the small circle relented and moistened, giving room for the liquid-covered sticky fingers. With his other hand the young man intensified the sudden oncoming rush of deeply plunging desire by making another sudden grab for her left nipple, digging his short finger nails into the soft sensitive aureola, and thus manipulating, he strained hard against the wriggling girl, forcing his two fingers up higher with his knee pressing against the back of his hand at the same time digging his growing lusty prick stone-hard as it was against her right soft thigh. He had her going good!
Hilla didn't know whether she was coming or going! This was so different from the way it had been with Peter!
Maybe it was because it didn't feel painful... but that alone was not the reason... or was it?
So use trying to figure it out now! she said to herself, her sweating body undulating wantonly against his probing hand, and without being fully conscious of what she was doing, Hilla put her aching arms around him and dug her fingernails in hard!
"OOOOUUUUUCH!" Jean-Loup was the one to yell out this time in surprise at the sudden pain that gripped him. If it had not been for his shirt, her fingernails would have made a nice little mark.
"You wildcat!" he scolded hoarsely, jabbing his twisting fingers as far up into her seething cunt as possible. Thin wets going to be a hot session.' Who would have guessed that within a few short days and nights the innocent redhead would have turned into such a passionate little number! Well, he would show her! He would do her well... have her moaning and screaming, twisting and turning, begging for him to do more, before he would even let his lusthardened prick touch the inside of her heavily pulsating cuntal channel! Yessir!
The surge of guilt that swept through Hilla after realizing that she had hurt him was nothing compared with the powerful need that was getting a hold of her! She didn't know what the matter was with her... but actually she did not care either. She simply had to have this man!
"Take the shirt off, please," she mumbled, ashamed instantly that she was asking this.
Where was her modesty, her morals, her upbringing, her religion? Mournfully she asked herself these questions, while sluttishly helping the man taking his shirt off! Then'.
He stood proudly in front of her, laying helplessly on the bed, her eyes glazed over with her new found passion, yet aware enough to see his strong, darkly tanned body with its rippling muscles and the strong male odor that inadvertently made its way to her sensitive flaring nostrils, increasing the shameless feeling of sexual urgency that suddenly seemed to have gripped her! Looking hazily at the large thick penis that stood at right angle from his strong body, she was overcome by the wild urge to hold the burgeoning throbbing staff between her yearning legs, have it rub itself wetly up her trembling thighs and then let it pierce her seeping moist loins. From the thought alone, her internal muscles started to contract and it took all her effort not to speak out her growing desire.
It seemed that the expert young Frenchman sensed the reversal of their roles, whereas he was practically at the boiling point during the entire time of watching her with the two women, painfully trying to ignore his swollen sperm-laden rigidity, it was now her who in her wakening passion needed him. Well, now he would let her wait a bit!
Purposely he walked past the bed over to the night table to reach for a cigarette, nonchalantly parading his giant hard-on close to her heat-swollen face.
Knowing that the sight of his mushroom-shaped cockhead, with its peeled back skin over his imperceptible jerking long rod, did not fail to have effect on the slowly gyrating heated young girl, he began to enjoy his teasing her! He contracted his anal muscles in quick succession, making his wetly glistening penis jump... and sure enough it was as though he had hit her!
Hilla, the turned-on redhead, screamed softly and threw her curly head to the side, remembering in one instant how another's fleshy prick had once gushed its entire load of white thick semen over her face... but then as if magnetically drawn, she turned her head again and fastened her wide-set green eyes on his hardness again. This in Jean-Loup, remember! She told herself, adding with a relaxing sigh that nothing was ever the same!
and with that in mind she let her eyes rove over the enticing softly moving prick so close to her as if to take it into her hot willing mouth!
When in he going to finish his cigarette? She wondered, abashed at her own shameless anxiety, feeling how her body was heating visibly by the minute to the visual stimulant, beginning o move around the bed in a sinuous circling motion which she didn't know she could do in such wanton fashion, and as she told herself to stop!... to wait... to be cool... it was as if the devil was firing her on! The more she wanted to refrain from thinking of what was to come, the more she felt herself being caught up in this swirling mass of flames, swishing over her undulating, still moist body, licking at her with greed and desire. She wanted to have his hard penis buried in her loins! The strapping young man was sadistically enjoying the girl's visible battle with her carnality, matching her growing fire with his own that grew within him like an unsatisfied hungry animal that needed to be fed!
NOW!
Jean-Loup did not hesitate any longer, but crushed out his barely smoked cigarette and pushed her hard into the big bed, Hilla's long, alabaster-colored legs scissoring, and she felt his lean, hard body coming down on top of her, pinning her writhing frame to the soft cool sheet. She fumbled and found his iron-hard length of his penis and tried immediately to guide it into her burning slit between her legs. She, too, needed to be filled NOW!
"Oooooooooohhhhh, Oooooooooooohhhhhh!" the aroused ex-convent girl cried out urgently. "Get it in! Get it in me!"
"Easy... easy," Jean-Loup said with a mocking chuckle. Though her urgency was threatening to make him lose his head entirely, which meant quick fucking and cumming-and, by God, he needed it now-he managed by the most tremendous exertion of his will to clench up and stay cool. He watched her writhe and thrash, humping her pussy up toward the tantalizingly close tip of his cock. The soft, reddish curls that fringed her flexing pussy barely reached the sensitive head. "Hilla, you are worth more than a quick fuck."
Supporting his weight on his lean left arm, he moved over her. With his right hand, he brushed the burning-hot rubbery head of his lust-swollen prick up and down the full length of her cuntal slit, parting the aroused, fleshy lips with agonizing slowness. Then, as they flowered open, he moved a fraction of an inch closer, so that the head of his rod of flesh was dipping into the glistening secretions from her aroused glands, and Hilla was twisting and thrashing and making little mewling sounds of unabated desire. Her clutching fingers reached for his rampant cock again, but again he pulled back, listening to the beautiful redhead in frustration.
Teasing her further, knowing that this was the way to bring the lovely German girl to the highest pitch, he rubbed with his dark-reddish tip, smearing it over the sensitive, upthrust bud of her swelling clitoris, then down the wetly gaping slit and even into the crack of her wide-splayed ass-cheeks to press lewdly against the tight rubbery circle of her tiny anus, bringing a totally new gasp of sensation from the aroused girl. Aha! he thought, there is something that perhaps nobody had done to her yet. Fuck her in the aim! Well, he would save that for later, when she would be so hot and wet, she would beg him to do ANYTHING to her!
Hilla's lust-filled eyes glazed over at the sensations. She thought she would go mad, if the man wouldn't stop teasing her.
"You want it now?" he whispered. "Oh, yes... YES!" she cried out unashamedly. "What do yon want?" he taunted. "Your big thing inside me."
"Say what you really want!"
"What else can I my?" the heated young girl moaned, grabbing at his loins in a desperate attempt to guide it inside and to stop from having to say anything. "Say, 'Jean-Loup, I want to fuck with you!'" The last remnant of Hilla's shame and guilt was washed away as she moaned out the words he wanted to hear from her, gasps of unfulfilled passion following in quick succession, thrusting her limber body forward to find the head of his strong cock again. Her hand moved snake-like and caught it and pulled it down to the soft hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and this time he did not hold back as she fumblingly guided it to the entrance of her deep, juicy cuntal passage. "Auuauauauh!!!" She whispered as she felt the blood-swollen head pushing against its yearning target, her soft moist flesh parting eagerly to welcome it. His lips twitched as he positioned himself over her lewdly split loins and she pulled her smoothly round knees up expertly, as if she had done it all her life, to give him all of her sweating plane of her genitals for his impalement. She could feel the urgent throb of his heartbeat through his pulsing penis and she trembled in anticipation. His cock was like a burning-hot poker in her inexperienced fingers, tugging at the rigid shaft to finally plunge down into her. "Now, please!" she pleaded. With a powerful surge of his lean back muscles, the handsome Frenchman thrust up into her ready cunt in one long, smooth, flesh-splitting stroke and his germ-laden balls slapped hard against the widely stretched half-moons of her straining bottom.
Hilla reacted as if she had been bitten by a thousand mosquitoes at once!
Her tense body erupted wildly, her long legs flying out to either side and wrapping themselves convulsively around his lunging body which rammed deeper and deeper into her. And then she felt how he came down on her with hard burrowing strokes, parting her willing flesh with each powerful thrust. This was completely different from the other times!
This was soooo gooood!
"Soo gooood, it feels so good!" she hummed out, meeting his every lunge with fierce humping of her own inflamed womanhood, responding harder and harder, hotter and hotter, till she felt herself to be a fireball on its travel across the skies. She barely heard her own lustful sobbing mixed with his hard quick breaths, she barely even felt the details of their continuous deep humping. All she felt was that this was what she had been born for! To fuck and to love, to love fucking! The drum beat of her heart was mixed with his, the blood surging through her dilated veins spurned her on to wild unimaginable motions, pressing, squeezing, humping and thrusting up, feeling the soaking wet thick penis glide salaciously in and out of her gripping vagina, every time threatening to make her feel as if she was going to pass out. She simply couldn't believe the passion that was surging through her and the range of wild sensations that gripped every fiber in her grinding body, as he drove his hard spike into the seething, hotly clasping slit. Wax there anything else to live for? She wondered in her ecstasy, wishing that it would never, never end!
She did not know enough to stop Jean-Loup, who in his wildly plunging fury was getting closer and closer to reaching a climax, or she would have known how to keep the young man at the incredibly high pitch point of cumming just, but not quite, making him lose his head at almost-delirium.
She just went along with him, meeting his every move with her own twirling body, screaming out her lust at every plunge, going insane at the sounds of his cock leaving the depths of her juice-sloshing cunt, matched by the smacking of his heavy testicles against her innocent white buttocks. Her feet were squeezing down on his hard lean back, her heels drumming out her passionate song!
Jean-Loup, who was supporting all his weight on his straining muscular arms, looked down between her clamping legs and saw the long thick pole of his penis surging in and out of her eagerly gulping slit, glistening like a jellyfish with their secretions. He was thrilled! This was beyond of what he had hoped for from the time he first saw the sleeping young beauty on the train. And furthermore, she had the most unbelievable natural talent!
The way her legs wrapped around him, pressuring against his stiff back so that his entry would be even deeper! The way she moaned and crooned, moved and dug her nails into his back... or gripped his hair when he made a particularly strong move. Ummmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
He released the pressure from his arms by kneeling, taking one of her sweatily jerking long legs between both of his, and started a new sideways motions which seemed to send her into more ecstatic frenzy than before, and cupped his left hand over the firm upthrust mounds of her milk-white breasts, squeezing, rolling the distended nipples between his fingers and watching the way her beautiful green eyes rolled back in her head as the continuing pummeling racked her body.
Damn, if only I could fuck forever! he thought, allowing the ravenous hammering of his cock into her splaying yielding flesh. And as if in answer to his thoughts, Hilla began to screw her wildly clutching pussy more and more deeply up and down the shaft of his rampaging manhood, and he gasped in surprise as he suddenly felt her hot urgent fingers close around his balls, squeezing so hard that it hurt! Where had she learned that within the few last days? The pain made him stop. "Nooooo!" the crazed German girl cried out who had just begun to feel the mounting tension within her straining body, feeling as if she were in a skyrocket that was about to explode. And now he was pulling back! "Nooo!"
"Roll over... get on your hands and knees!" Jean-Loup urged her.
Hilla's mind spinning, her entire body on fire, quaking in the fury of her almost-cum, she rolled over, not knowing what o expect next, but willing to do anything this Frenchman wanted, just as long as she could keep his beautiful cock within her! She felt his sweating hands positioning her, holding her hips, spreading the moist cheeks of her quivering buttocks wide, and then his legs were pushing her thighs wide apart and he was pushing her down until her sensitive tips of her jiggling breasts were flat on the bed.
"Okay, now put it in again!" he ordered, panting hard with his sustained lust.
Hilla, her face inverted, looked down through the swaying valley of her young breasts and saw the juices dripping from her pussy, feeling them running down the insides of her smooth-fleshed thighs and along with it she could see the long, thick, hard pole of his cock swaying between her wide-spread legs.
Never had she imagined that any sight such as this could drive her to the height of sensations that were flooding furiously through her, now! Moaning, she reached down past her belly, grabbed the slippery shaft that was so hard and hot and guided it between the ragged flanges of her passion-thickened young lips.
Jean-Loup lunged forward and Hilla cried out, "Uuuuuuuuaaaaaaaagggghhh!"
She knew he couldn't be any deeper in her straining body than he had been before, yet in this position it seemed like his blood-throbbing spike of flesh was boring right into the depths of her young impaled belly, more than ever before, and along with it she felt how his immense hardness rubbed pressingly against her rising clitoris, giving her the strange sensation of having more than one nerve center attacked. Ravaging was the lust that surged through her!
And as she humped back wantonly, she called out words at which she would have cringed in unbearable shame just a few days ago, telling the sweating young man, whose muscles were straining in his attempt to fuck her as best he could, that his giant cock was giving her the most unbelievable pleasure ever known to her. In answer, he churned his loins into her with the utmost fury, screwing in and out of her seething pussy, watching the soft pink flesh wrap itself around his cock like the mouth of an eel, seeing the straining of her back muscles as she fucked back rhythmically. What a natural talent! he thought.
All the while Hilla was moaning, crying, actually screaming, feeling something beginning to happen with her that felt similar to the high-pitch tension that she had come to know through the lingual contact of the girl Rovina, yet it wasn't quite the same. This was... this was... frustrating. She looked for a description of the overwhelming swirl of emotions and physical sensations that were gripping every fiber of her hot, bent body... but couldn't find any. She just knew that if the madly pummeling man continued with this furiously wet rummaging, she would give in, lose control and with it the sense of time and space.
I am going to come any moment! Jean-Loup knew that he was at the point of bursting, relieving his crushing loins with one giant explosion. His back felt as though it was going to break and his limber muscles of his legs ached from the frantic lunges into her wet, yielding flesh, his wildly slapping balls tightening up in the last effort to stave off his overpowering climax. Grasping her swiveling hips, the Frenchman rammed himself in wild violence into the hot well of her contracting vagina, feeling his cock swell more yet, get more rigid and longer. "I AM CUMMMMMMINGGGG!" he howled out, feeling the great flood of passion surging up in him as he felt a new wave of shudders from the straining girl.
That's what it is! Hilla screamed in the recognition of what was happening. I am about to CUM! That's what is the whole point in what men and women do to and with each other, to CUM! And joyfully merging her own mounting explosion with his violent flesh-splitting surges, she sang out her passionate song. "Me, too! Me, too... I am cumming, too... Yes, Yes, Yessssssssss! Ooooohhh, cum!"
This was too much for the dark-haired handsome man. Hearing from the mouth of this red-headed beautiful, still somewhat innocent girl these words of passion, he gave in to the triggering, final burst of his climax. It shot forward without his being able to control it any longer, searing her open flesh like a stream of hot fire.
Hilla screamed out loud, gripping the sheets of the sweat-soaked bed in what was the tensest, yet the most unbelievably thrilling moment she had ever gone through, feeling the bulbous rubbery head of his hardness grow to immense size within her inflamed belly, as the hot burning liquid shot up within her, buckling under the onslaught of never-before felt emotions and sensations. Squirting wildly within her contracting vitals, his thick white cum made her erupt within the steaming depths of her cunt. She actually felt his semen mixing with her own viscid cumming and she could hear the squishing sounds as it spewed along the length of her channel. It didn't seem to end! More and more his tightly embedded shaft left the oozing liquid splaying against her burning insides, and then it started pouring out from her tightly contracting vagina, trickling down over her slit onto her quaking thighs to finally make a thick creamy puddle on the sheets. And then she realized something!
It wasn't only his streaming squishy liquid that was leaking from her contracting seeping cunt! It was her own as well! She felt how gushes and gushes of hot liquid were pulsing outward, against his deflating penis, pouring uncontrollably over their jerking, entwined, compulsively twisting and shuddering genitals, balls, thighs and past her upraised wildly throbbing cunt into her hotly steaming fleecy pubic hair.
"Oh, my God!" Hilla moaned helplessly, unable to absorb completely what was happening to her, not caring really in her newfound thoroughly fulfilled depletion. She fell forward, and with it his weight came crashing down on her, their heartbeats drumming out the last of the wild passion, perspiration mingling with one another. She lay unmoving, feeling his still-jerking shaft gradually soften in the warm sheath of her cunt until there was no more to feel! Vaguely she noticed how Jean-Loup rolled off her, his slack lips kissing the perspiration-soaked white back.
The exhausted lean-bodied young man sensed that he should do or say something to ease the possible confusion and guilt that he was sure would overcome the young girl. He turned her over on her side, pulling her to him and his skilled fingers began to stroke her still-quaking young hot flesh.
"You are beautiful, my lamb," he murmured, lightly kissing her non-responding hot wet mouth. "Do you know how good you are for me?"
No answer.
He tried again, realizing that the spoken words he had used so often before were suddenly filled with meaning. He meat it! She was beautiful! And he was going to keep her close by... for himself! He would teach her all there was to know about sex... and more than that, he would make her love him! How ridiculous! a weak voice spoke up within him.
You, who are an artist in the pleasures of the flesh, you suddenly want to combine it with that feeling of Love! Why not? He countered. Why shouldn't I develop her, make her want more and more and more? Make her accept all that two people can do with one another!
Make her my love-slave?
Slowly the peach-colored girl whose body was covered with a sheen of perspiration stirred and opened her beautiful green eyes to look directly into his dark sincere face.
He stared back, trying to assess her process of mind. Was she totally his yet? Or was she just overcome by the enormity of her first internal climax?
As if she were reading his thoughts, her eyes covered with an almost-invisible veil, shutting him out from her raging thoughts. Thoughts that were too confusing for her in their multitude, too new to accept them fully, too mixed with her previous experiences to flow free... and trust!
The wondering young Frenchman watched her withdrawal, feeling irreversibly drawn to her inherit purity and innocence, despite her capacity to become sensually aroused and lust-possessed. Deep within him, he felt his passion stirring again. He was the one who had awakened her as a woman... but could he keep her, or would she run from him? Well! He said to himself, even if she wants to run, I am not going to let her. Not before I have taught her all there is to know, before I have her total submission, mind as well as body! Then she could go... forever marked by the knowledge of him and what he had done to her! He watched in somewhat detached curiosity, as the slow-breathing young girl began to extract herself from his tenderly wrapping arms and he knew that in that little curly hair-framed head some things were taking shape, that her mind was beginning to function. The perceptive tall man knew that he had awakened all! And to confirm his suspicions, she began to talk in a detached cool voice, telling him that she must go. Go to get her passport in her satchel from that house! To get herself together, to figure out how to live, to learn the language, to work! He began to chuckle inwardly as he listened to the cool-sounding voice, knowing that underneath was a scared young girl who was making an attempt of straightening out the damage that she thought she had done to herself. Didn't she know that if she stayed with him, he would take care of her in all ways? No! Apparently not! He was clever enough, to let her ramble on, to perceive that it would be better to let her go, for somewhere he knew that she was already hooked. Hooked to come back to him for more!
They both rose together, Hilla's knees shaking in total weakness, feeling the physical exertion of her lust-drained weak body and the temptation to lay down again and let herself be taken care of, forever after, was overwhelming! But she had to go! She simply had to, for her own self-esteem! In her inborn intuitiveness she grasped her situation fully, understanding without knowing about life, about the relations between man and woman, woman and woman. But she was not ready to accept herself, her raucous carnality! And I wanted to become a nun! She said to herself bitterly, making the final attempt to tear herself away, wash up and dress, and leave...
CHAPTER NINE
Once more she stood in front of the two doors in the old apartment house, looking longingly toward her left, where, if her aunt would have been home, her steps would have taken a different direction! Instead she had walked through the right door! Hugging the white caftan that Anna had clothed her in as she left the pleasure-house to her nuptial night, shivering in the anticipation of having to ring the doorbell once more with the knowledge that lay behind it, she hesitated. Could she face Peter again? Could she walk past the man that had taken her virginity so brutally and so without caring? What if she just left, forgot about her passport and her meager belongings!
No! Her strong inner voice rang out! Be courageous, face the past and be done with it, otherwise you will forever carry it with you! She reached forward and pressed the timber.
She heard the lurching footsteps once again... and then the door opened! Peter squinted, unable to make out who it was standing clothed in white in the dim lighting.
"I came to get my satchel." Hilla said concentrating with all her efforts on the task she had set for herself.
"Ooh, it's YOU!" He sucked in his breath, being caught completely by surprise. As usual he was sparsely clad, just coming from his foully-stained bed which was filled by two new friends. Good timing! He thought, visualizing a new scene and thrilled with the idea of introducing the hot repressed new little number to his friends. "Come in, come in," he added joyfully and sly, watching in wonder as the loftily clothed redhead stepped into his hallway. Gosh, was she ravaging! His ever-ready thick prick twitched and he inhaled her freshly washed clean odor with perverse excitement as she strode past him assuredly, making way straight to the living room where she knew she had left her satchel!
"Thank you."
"For nothing, my dear... for nothing!" He rubbed his sweaty palms together in the knowledge that the two-way mirror would give her immediate understanding of what was happening in the bedroom, and knowing how shook up and excited she had become before at simply watching, he could barely contain his pleasure of having her enter his fuck-palace again! Lovingly he caressed his rising rod, scratching his tightening balls.
Hilla's nostrils flared as she entered the room, inhaling the putrid smell of semen and sweat that seemed to hang throughout the apartment. How weak she must have been at the point of her arrival, how scared and helpless, to be drawn to the absurdly exciting happenings that were the catalyst to her meeting with Jean-Loup! She turned to find Peter standing in unabashed leering admiration of her, and with a flash she realized that she was not the same. That she was a woman now, free to think and to act, exuding her sexuality proudly! Yet she began to shiver, and as she attempted to control the oncoming weird sensation of trembling, it got worse! She lost some of her composure and looked around her anxiously, catching the blond man's expectant look which triggered off another strange shudder that ran through her just-fucked freshly washed body.
Nauseated by the thought that the kimono-clad lurching body of the man was having an effect on her, she gripped the chair top next to her, clinging to it, letting all her gasping sensations flow into her clutched hand until her knuckles turned white.
"Need someone to hold you?" It was heavily breathed into her ear and with shock Hilla noticed that Peter was standing right next to her, slightly from behind, forcing his pungent odor on her, placing his crawling fingers on her arms quietly. She gasped, knowing that she was losing her clarity, for she had not heard him come up behind her. Hi moved like a stalking animal.
Repulsed by the bell-ringing tingling that was flooding through her strengthless shivering body, she shook him off violently, turning sharply to avoid his creepy presence. Now she was facing him, and quickly the excited young man moved to block her way, sneering at her sudden movement.
"Scared?" he whispered.
"Not by you and your tricks," she said coolly as icy shudders traveled up and down her spine, frightened by the suddenly dawning knowledge that she actually was scared. Not of him and what he could possibly do to her... "Ooaahh," she gasped quickly, remembering that there was good ground to be scared of him. It was here that she had been fucked and fucked and fucked, blindly, without being given consideration that she was a frightened young girl, overcome by the onslaught of new experiences. Yes, it was here, where she was tied to bedposts and was humiliated beyond words.
Peter moved in closer at her gasping sound, knowing instinctively that the quickly breathing ravishing young girl was getting unsure about something and he was one to press an advantage like that quickly. His erect long prick poked against the soft material.
Sensing the fluttering stomach of the girl underneath the material, he pressed further forward until he made contact with the proudly standing girl who, upon her first reaction, wanted to back away from the hotly vibrating presence of the stimulated young man, but then, clearly seeing that it was not him that she was afraid of, not his house, not anyone present but herself and her so quickly aroused sensations... sensations that invariably started robbing her of her mind... she stood her ground, feeling the hard tip stick against her shielding material. Her stomach fluttered in rapid succession and then went still upon her command. She wouldn't let herself get into any situations anymore in which she was not willingly and actively participating. Though the rudely pressed cock was making her tremble and shudder, making her see pictures in front of her mind, repeating the insane sequence of her looking down between the valley of her breasts and watching Jean Loup's juice-dropping cock glide in and out her sucking cunt, it failed to have the full effect on Hilla's wakening brain. She stood her ground!
She was beginning to see that she, too, was an animal, turned on by the slightest provocation of her sensitive senses, willing to respond to the fleshly desires, to let them flood her, heat her and make her rampant.
But she would add something to it! She would will her mind to accept herself fully, she would keep her eyes open feasting on the pleasures that she knew would be hers at the flick of her finger-with any man! But not thin heavily breathing creep!
Sensing that he was not getting anywhere, the quickly thinking blond man stepped away, folding his kimono over his stiffened prick whose head, Hilla noticed now, was already freed of the fleshy loose foreskin, exposing its rearing tip obscenely under the folds of his kimono. He felt as if he had been slapped in the face! He would show her!
"A drink, dear Hilla?" He asked sneeringly, yet somewhat awed by the girl's new presence, feeling stung twice as much as before. How could he get her?
"Or would you rather prefer Coke?"
Momentarily lost for an answer, puzzled by what she didn't understand, she repeated automatically, "Coke?"
"Yeah, a little drug to help you turn on, like you did when you were here last. Don't you remember, babe?" His words came in short rasps, and seeing the redhead laying lewdly spread on his bed, remembering how she had fucked, he went on, his voice matching the urgency which began to take hold of him.
"Oh, man, did you love every moment of it. Did you ever moan and cry, and did you love it up when you ate my girl's pussy, licking and sloshing around in her juices." His mind was getting befuddled, not realizing that it was much later that they all had slipped her the drug and had fucked her to oblivion. "You said anything to anyone about it?" he asked threateningly, suddenly remembering the orders "the big man" had passed around.
"I don't even know what a drug is, and I never took anything!" Hilla's words shot out loudly, covering up her mixed emotions on hearing his words. Or did I? Or was I made to? Trying desperately to wipe away the memories that had risen overwhelmingly at what he was saying, Hilla concentrated on looking hard at the man before her, piercing his eyes with the cool deep-green pools of her own. "Thank you, no, to the drink!" She spoke, determined to keep her composure.
Peter, the painter, turned brusquely on his heels. He was getting nowhere! Quickly he left the room and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.
Immediately, Hilla started searching for her purse, trying hard to remember where she put it. But it was such a mess! Everything was covered with papers, bottles, ashtrays... a bloody sheet, uggh, she shuddered... and as she was walking around the room frantically in her hurry to get out of the vile environment, she didn't notice the sudden movement through the mirror, she failed to see that two figures got up from the bed after some urgent words were spoken to them and walked toward the door.
She sighted the satchel, squeezed in between two couch cushions!
"Oooohhhh!" She breathed a sigh of overwhelming relief, which changed in tone to a scared outcry, as the door flew open and three figures came running to her menacingly.
She grabbed for the satchel, ran around the coffee table and tried to make her way to the door.
But the naked, hairy figure that she recognized out of the corner of her frightened eyes to be a man was faster. She felt herself be caught by her sleeve.
"Noooooo!" she yelled out, seeing another naked person throwing herself at her. With all her strength she pulled forward, feeling the sound of her ripping sleeve cut through the adrenaline-soaked atmosphere. If she could just get to the door! With a giant leap she tugged and pulled and wrenched herself free, being overcome by Peter who didn't lose the time that it cost her to get free and grabbed the incensed frightened girl by the shoulders.
Her fingers were almost at the door latch!
Peter went wild at the thought of fondling the resisting struggling girl and with lewd force he squashed her against the door, grabbing her curly hair hard, his hard lean body pressing with full strength against her wriggling torso, pinning her helplessly. Suddenly he felt the satchel smacking against his spine and outraged at the unsuspected pain, he smacked the wide-eyed fighting cat straight across the face, following her ashen face with his greedy mouth, now retained from forcing his full-lipped mouth on hers by holding both her hands down which made him unable to pin her face down as she swung her head back and forth in the violent attempt to escape his threatening reddening face.
Then something flashed within her and she went limp with the awful recognition that she was excited. Excited in a manner that she had not known before. As if all her cool resistance had accumulated this wild tumultuous onslaught of sudden weakness racing through her pinned in flesh. And she loved this excitement! She craved it! It made her feel high beyond the wildest imagination. Is there anything that won't excite me in this way?
she asked herself.
And limply giving way to the pressuring hard mouth that was determined to part her resisting lips, she opened her full lips... seconds later she found the door latch for which she was angling while realizing what a sensuous animal she was, and pulled it back.
Trying to hold herself upright to catch Peter's weight as both tumbled out into the hallway of the apartment house, Hilla felt herself being caught by two strong familiar arms. She fainted.
No sooner had the taken-by-surprise blond man seen the tall mustached man standing in front of him, casting a cool knowing look into the apartment with its two naked figured hurriedly trying to escape his view, than he jumped back, grabbing frantically for the doorknob and closing the door.
"It's a good thing I followed you, no?" He asked the slowly coming-to Hilla in his arms, knowing from one look at her tousled hair, the smeared lipstick and the torn dress all that there was to know, and cradled her softly. His suspicions had been right." Hilla was not so safe as she seemed to think! Goodness knows what could have really happened to her-again! And he remembered her sobbed confession the day he had met her-if he hadn't come just at the right time.
Seeing for the first time that Hilla was holding the brown satchel, he tried to take it from her, amazed at the clenching fingers that held the old frayed leather grip. Prying it loose from her, he looked at the frozen-like girl and marveled at her ability to look so excitingly sensual, no matter what the circumstances. The way that her nostrils flared now, her half-closed eyes that were now observing his attempt to make her relax; and not only did her beauty turn him on, right here in the dim light of the house, but there was something subtly sense-robbing in her posture, something enticing flowing over from her to him that made him want to crush her under him, go down on her and feel the glazed eyes spurring him on.
And then it came to him. By God, she was excited! Of course! Every woman's secret desire to be raped. Not knocked out and to be fucked... but to be raped, the fighting bodies responsible for the utmost arousal, to have the secret wish fulfilled to be dominated. To submit!
Quickly he took Hilla by the arm, leaving the satchel in her clutched hands and walked down the four flights of wooden stairs. Once outside, he hailed a taxi, overtipped the cabbie to rush him to his house. There was no time to lose. He had to have Hilla now, while she was in this state of acute excitement! If he had judged correctly, and she wanted to submit... then ONLY to him! By damn! It had been him that got her from the house, paying even... it had been him who gave her the first complete orgasm... he was entitled to her. Besides, she was driving him mad!
She was looking at him appraisingly, mockingly, while he held her hands, wanting to lose none of the powerful vibrations that flowed between them, and he watched with amazement as that look changed along with the range of her emotions, sensations and thoughts. It was as if she was fighting a raging internal battle. He couldn't help her, or even if he could, he would not, he single-mindedly concentrated on the next few hours.
Beginning with throwing her wildly on the bed, making her make good her enticing knowledgeable looks. She wasn't going to get away from him! He was going to use her need to satisfy his own. She would submit to him... with all her agony of knowing what it meant!
Once arrived at his penthouse, he rushed the still-dazed girl upstairs.
"YES, YES, YESSSSSSS, that's what I want. I want you to fuck me. FUCK ME!" Hilla's hoarse voice was barely understandable. She was shaking like a leaf. She had just sucked him off!
Glutton-like she lost herself in the experience of sucking a man, feeling his hard manhood pressing against the back of her throat, ramming through her clasping lips like a freshly overhauled bulldozer, her perspiration-covered temples throbbing from the surging pulse that beat its music rhythmically with every pumping suck.
She felt exhausted, yet strangely exhilarated. For the first time in her life she drank the sperm-laden creamy liquid that shot out from the obscenely jerking hard penis, through the reddishly fleshy glistening tip into her steaming dark oral cavity. The way it sprayed against the back of her constricted throat, trickling thickly down its overheated contracting passage!
The trembling young girl, whose lips were swollen from the immense size of her French lover's large cock, closed her eyes as she lay back on the rumpled sheets, letting herself be cradled by his strong, sweaty arms. She was stunned at the range of feelings, sensations and emotions that she found herself capable of, triggered off by the expert manipulations of her friend! Manipulations of her young mind as well as her hot body!
Making her want to suck him off, shameless in her desire to feel the hot wet flesh clenched between her little white teeth and her nibbling saliva-dripping lips!
The dark-haired, sweat-drenched young man lay panting from the receding climactic waves that minutes before had racked his violently shaking body, letting Hilla squeeze the last of his hot semen out of his jerking gushing prick. Ohh, how she could suck! He raised his head to see the young woman spread wide-legged, across the odorous bedsheets, her slender young body rippling still in the aftermath of her brain-washing experience. He could see her half-closed eyes glazing in wonder at his still erect member, and with surprise he saw her long arm reach out and he felt softly pressing fingers at the thick throbbing base of his heavy trunk.
This set off a new wave of tingling within him that made him realize that he was ready for more. His pulsating member responded to the touch of the desirous redhead, and the purplish cocktip, on which the last remnants of his thick white cum were gluelike visible, twitched yearningly as Hilla softly began to fondle the soft skin around his heavy balls.
This young ravenous woman was too much for him! he thought, and as if to immediately contradict himself, the lean-bodied man began to move its wide pelvis in short pumping movements. He raised up further, supporting his weight with his elbows and looked at the enticingly curved woman next to him.
She was laying at opposite ends with him, her beautiful asscheeks facing him, her face resting on his hair-covered thighs and he could see how her dilated pussy oozed with the lubricating fluid of their game. He shifted his weight to the left and with his right hand he reached over and spread her asscheeks with his forefinger and thumb, feeling electrified by the contact of her hotly steaming flesh and her sensual response. What an ass! he said to himself, watching intently as the tiny exposed anal ring puckered together tightly under his boldly spreading fingers.
Hilla moaned softly, filled with the knowledge that she was a sexual animal. Someone who didn't care anymore, who or what was providing the newfound arousing stimulation that she had come to accept as part of her new life. And what was worse, she didn't feel shamed anymore. She reveled in the thought that she, too, now knew what the flesh was for... she, too, could cum and go wild, whether it was a man fucking her hard, or a woman sucking her off! So, it didn't really matter, as long as she was free to choose who she wanted to fuck with!
Jean-Loup's dark staring eyes were fastened spellbound on the delicious sight of the puckering anal orifice that cringed every time that his sensitive forefinger cruised around the perspiring soft flesh around it, and the thought struck him arousingly. I could fuck her in the ass!
With suddenly aroused desire, he sat up completely. Slowly and deliberately, he spread the girl's softly vibrating cheeks with one hand and proceeded to move the fingers of his right hand lewdly around the pulsating sweet virginal asshole, dancing around the dark mysterious entrance like an animal waiting to attack its prey.
The soft sinuous strokes hypnotized Hilla into rotating her entire moist heated body on the firm bed, her long legs crawling sensuously and opening involuntarily with the unusual sensation that was creeping over her, making her feel as though butterflies were playing within inches of her, their wings just touching lightly... she could feel his fingers slide into her soft pink lips of her vagina and just as her fleshy lips started to clutch at the foreign bony object within, he pulled out and used the wet sticky fluid to wipe it around her lewdly exposed tight anal ring. The heat from it drove her insane and Hilla pulled back from the wild tingling that it gave her.
But Jean-Loup had no intentions of letting her escape now. He was enjoying her soft fondling of his tightening balls and more yet-the idea of fucking up into the tiny rosy hole, spreading it wide and wider, making the elastic flesh around it stretch to fit his stiffening rod. That would bind her to him! A good ass-fuck! Let's see what she has to say about that!
Quickly he reached over and held the squirming young woman tight by her hipbone. Her inviting young asscheeks wiggled invitingly under his brushing stimulation, knowing that his soft prodding would eventually make the warm excited redhead realize what he was after. And if she ever had it before, she would just raise her ass up to him and let him go ahead, but judging from the way she squirmed back, every time his fingertip got a little bold and tried to gain entrance into the tight flesh, this was entirely new to her. Oh, how fantastic! he said to himself, mentally rubbing his hands at the thought, feeling his swelling prick jerk in answer to his unnatural thoughts.
"Raise up!" Jean-Loup commanded hoarsely to the softly undulating girl, surprising himself with the urgency of his words. Suddenly hi had to have a go at it.
Reluctantly, Hilla complied, realizing that her lover wanted her to be in the same position as before. I feel like a dog this way, Hilla thought to herself as she let go of his hardening genitals and got on her knees, facing the sweat-soaked sheets and resting her weight on her arms. But it's okay with me, she added clenching her vaginal muscles together in anticipation of his hardening cock ramming once again into her willing vagina walls.
Curiously she felt how the aroused young man positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips and pulling her up to him, for his skin-free glistening cocktip kept brushing around her anal area, instead of sliding into her gaping, ready cunt. She clenched her cheeks together, in an attempt to guide his cock closer to its juicy target, but the head of his stiff prick pushed bruisingly through her tautly clenched cheeks and prodded wantonly at the tiny hole of her anus. Hilla tried to close her buttocks hard to ward off the intrusion, but the lewdly enticing opening and closing only excited the young man that much more!
"Maybe it wants some more lubrication," Jean-Loup murmured, reaching behind and under him, until his long fingers found the juice-dripping hole of her vagina. He swished his forefinger around lewdly, sopping up all the sticky liquid from her clasping cunt and then brought his juice-laden hand back to the softly contracting tiny asshole.
Hilla felt the entire maneuver without really understanding what the young Frenchman was up to. I am so wet and hot already! She thought to herself, why isn't he putting it in? She sighed and spread her splayed melons of her buttocks even wider in an attempt to give the prodding cocktip a better field for impalement. But instead, she felt the soft-cushioned head of his iron-hard penis pressing warmly against the wet ring of her little anus, and suddenly Hilla gasped when she realized what Jean-Loup was trying to do. She squirmed away again, desperately this time!
It is much too big! she thought in fright. It will never fit! "Not in there!" She couldn't help but call out.
"Yes, Love... IN THERE!" he said pressing relentlessly forward, stretching her resisting sphincter muscle painfully. "IN THERE!" he repeated, suddenly overcome by the urge to dominate this young girl completely, like no one else ever had!
"Ooooooooohhhhhh... "
"Relax, babe... relax," Jean-Loup grunted, pushing Hilla's knees further apart for better aim at the defenseless target, and holding her firm by her squirming hips, he pushed his rigid pole forward against the fighting sphincter of her anus.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!" Hilla screamed, feeling the first pain overtake her shaking limbs and her confused mind. Suddenly she was sure it would never fit! Yet as she wriggled and squirmed, helplessly pinned by his strongly grabbing arms around her sweaty hips, she felt to her surprise and amazement how her anal ring yielded to the almost unbearable pressure and Jean-Loup's burgeoning head entering the tightly clutching hole. She almost screamed again as she felt her tender flesh being stretched almost beyond its endurance, but then began to whimper like a beaten animal. This hurt so much! Why was he hurting her?, Jean-Loup's breath came in quick succession as he felt his twitching prick slide past the first obstruction, madly arousing desire welling up within him, and though he knew it was hurting the whimpering girl, he also knew that once the pain would pass, she would come to love it! After a few seconds of respite, he once again started to pressure and push, the tip of his cock penetrating. He flexed himself, hearing the redhead's moan each time, spurring him on more than anything!
Hilla was in agony! The pain was unbearable, throbbing within her at the speed of her adrenaline-filled pulse. But she realized that every time she tried to avoid the immense cock, that was driving slowly but surely deeper and deeper down her constricted anal channel, that it only hurt more! She had to relax! But how could she? He was going relentlessly deeper, stretching her flesh until she thought that her flesh would split, and as she realized that she was helplessly within the powers of the heavily panting young man who was fucking her in such a degrading manner, the tears welled up hotly and spilled onto the sheets in great big droplets. She didn't want to feel pain! Or did she?
Am I such a masochist that I want to revel in pain? She asked herself dazedly, as she began to rock from side to side, finding a way to rotate her widely spread buttocks to accommodate the lewdly sinking male flesh within her dark vitals until, finally, with a grunt and with a powerful lunge that sent her tender inner flesh rippling in waves, she felt Jean-Loup's giant prick sinking in to its thick roots and with it she felt the slapping of his cum-filled balls against her tautly stretched flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuughhhh!" she yelled.
"Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Jean-Loup grunted in answer, triumphant in his knowledge that he had her! Had her in a way that no one had had her before! He began to fuck slowly into the yielding steaming dark cavity, loving the way that her sphincter began to squeeze tightly around his male-ness. He loved the way that her pink anal flesh stretched and Clasped every time he receded and then plunged forward, making her body respond, her buttocks rotating, jerking and thrusting to fuck back at him.
With utter amazement, Hilla noticed that her muscles were giving way, and that the pain was mysteriously disappearing, and in its place, she found a wild, obscene pleasure, more arousing than anything else so far! Her sobs turned into lustful moans and soon she was humping and pushing, equaling his heavy thrusts with her own passionate movements, absorbing more and more of his iron-hard spike than she ever thought possible.
"You love it, don't you?" Jean-Loup whispered coarsely between the wet slapping noises of their bodies, increasing the speed of his rampaging piston.
"Yes... YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Hilla chanted back, unable to believe that what was happening was really possible... and really happening... that she wasn't just dreaming!
"No woman can ever do this to you, right?" The Frenchman pressed further wanting to hear from her that it was HIM that was dominating her, that it was to HIM she would be a love-slave, forever after this!
Hilla just humped back in answer, oblivious to her surroundings, only feeling the enormous shaft sinking in and out of her accommodating asshole, her brain turning to jelly with the fiery sensations that were racing through her young yielding body.
"ANSWER ME!"
She felt herself being gripped hard. What does he want from me? she asked herself, delirious in her sensual pleasure. What more dots he want? Already she was being subjugated beyond anything she had ever thought possible, already she had forsaken all that was before him, now he was degrading her in this wild way...
"TELL ME THAT NO WOMAN CAN EVER DO THIS TO YOU!" Jean-Loup insisted, wanting to hear it from the beautiful profusely sweating girl herself and he screwed himself deeper and harder into her softened asshole, sadistically enjoying the power he would have over her from now on!
"No... no... no!!!!!" Hilla moaned back, lost in the overwhelming passions, and as she said it, she realized that he was speaking the truth!
And as this truth began to blind her, making her totally helpless in the realization that from now on, she would be HIS... for him to do as he pleased, she began to really fuck! Her consciousness turned over to the dark, tall, lean man, she let go of all there was to let go of, humping herself senselessly in total abandon up to the piercing shaft, wondering if there was anything else that could possibly happen to her!
Triumphant in his glory of having subjugated the madly writhing red-headed woman, Jean-Loup rammed into her tender ass. Soon he would show her more!
