Chapter 6
London.
The apartment at Bayswater that I've owned since my birth. I've always known it. It has always been mine, but I really don't live in it. At least not since I favored the "Manor".
The grass of Kensington Gardens and the trees in Hyde Park seem to surround me wherever I go. The satin mirror of the Serpentine reflect the sad rays of early April. A timid sun which does not really wish to appear oscillates in the pale sky.
Why have I left the Manor after remaining for months and living every hour and minute with Clara? Maybe because Sussex is far away and New Forest is further, but Southampton does not inspire me as much...
There are perhaps thousands of other reasons. Is it because Clara has need of London?
The people who have come to my house tonight have no names. They don't need names for I have invited them. They are all members of my race.
There is Wally the sumptuous long brunette. She is with her husband who I think they call Dave. He is thin and smooth with an esthetic bearing. Dave is possessed with natural noble and aristocratic gests. There is Jesse, high and muscular, alongside Jenny wonderfully redheadish in her nervous skin which is the color of a tangerine.
I must also mention Clara with her whiskey. I know about her for who could know her better. A intense heat pervades the room. In general there is a silence as though everyone were expecting something extraordinary to happen. The phonograph plays a modern fox-trot and a few dance. The liquid air seems to be heavy with a strange odor and under the thick veil of smoke one can make up the rhythmic movement of many individuals in twos or threes or fours. There is an extraordinary vibration in the room.
Perhaps I forgot to mention it, but everyone in the room is stark naked.
Wally was the first to get up and as usual she pose up quite nonchalantly with her heavy breasts and headed for Clara. My wife was a new desire for the husky Wally. "Come, my dear friend; let's dance." she lanced out.
Their two bodies came together and rubbed privately their more elegant parts. The thrill of the new contact intensified the atmosphere.
"They go well together." remarked Dave from his corner.
Indeed, they did go quite well together. The contrast of their bodies was quite astonishing and it played upon the imagination.
Wally is a husky wench whose form eclipsed the thin silhouette of winsome Clara. Clara almost disappeared in Wally's arms.
Kneeling between the legs of Jesse, Jenny was toying with his sex which was as vigorous as it could be. Jenny was giving me a wink from her feverish eye.
In the middle of this vast salon with its dignity and splendid linen, my wife followed the movements of her bulky partner. The fox-trot they were playing seemed as though it would never end.
My eyes feel mechanically on Dave who was observing the whole arrangement with cold eyes. At the same time his long bored fingers gripped a long cigarette.
Jesse bounced up and pointed his dick toward Jenny's sex. Her red hairs bristled as much as her shiny head of hair. She was scratching her head and her pussy at the same time.
Jesse said nothing. He contemplated the little woman with a slight smile which remained painted on his face. He was enjoying the length of his cock and wondered how it would go with Jenny's mouth. How would it look in that triangular face with its straight slit of a mouth?
He sat down and brought Jenny's face down to his lap. I thought he was going to squash her head with that massive hand of his. There would be no telling what his sex would have in store for the poor girl.
Wally was still dancing with Clara who was watching me out of the corner of her eye now and then.
Suddenly their mouths joined together. Wally squeezed the little woman in her full sturdy arms and brought the little face close to hers.
They continued to dance and they never lost a step always dancing rhythmically to the music. Theirs lips were glued together and the two women made up an admirable painting.
I was fascinated by the round fleshy rump of Wally as it moved its weight to catch the unsuspecting Clara. Clara's rear was slight and the natural culmination of two well-formed legs.
The mighty thigh of big Wally caught Clara in the crotch and in the twink of an eye, Wally's and glided down to the spot.
All this was accomplished without changing the rhythm of the fox-trot. Flesh was against flesh and their bodies were well synchronized. They touched each other with passion and delight.
In the other corner of the room, Jenny's tongue ran up and down the stiff staff of lucky Jesse. She hesitated in absorbing the joy stick, but then changed her mind and gulped it up in one mouthful.
She seemed to be tickled all over and she played a tune on the big pipe. A mixture of saliva and come dripped down from the sides of her mouth.
Dave stopped the phonograph and this automatically stopped the music and the frenzied dance involving my wife and Wally. They drifted apart. But it wasn't long after that they came together again to renew what they had started.
Wally, with her quick expert hand, grasped Clara's wrist and forced her to her knees. Wally drew her legs apart.
"On your knees girl. Now suck me." she sounded like a commandant major giving orders.
Kneeling in front of her, Clara approached the big sex black and wet with ooze. Wally placed her two large hands on Clara's neck and brought her face to the immense box. I thought she wanted Clara's entire head to enter.
It wasn't the posture for such an exercise and it appeared to be truly uncomfortable. But Wally didn't seem to mind and she requested that Clara do her best under the given conditions. Wally did not pay one bit of attention to Dave and myself, who were excellent bystanders. Or for that fact either did Clara.
The huge lady finished off by completely smothering Clara by pressing her face deep into her nest. Clara seemed to entirely disappear between the massive thighs. Wally, feeling the stimulation, bent her head backwards.
"Ah, it's good this way, my darling... good. If yon only knew... Later I'll do the same thing for you. I'll make you come like a little devil."
Wally spoke in a raucous voice. I could see how her strong legs were trembling and how her pleasure was becoming sharp. Her body quaked with delight. She was obliged to cope with the melting of her muscles which were undergoing the most ardent of sensual practices.
She felt the complete liberation of her sense and her eyes spun in her head like the figures in an adding machine. I could not make the look Clara had, for she was lost between two huge pillars.
I've known Wally for some time as well as her husband. I know that this woman possess extraordinary treasures both mental and physical. Her sensuality is flagrant and although there aren't too many who appreciate this quality in her, I am one of her advocates.
Clara is in good hands. I am not at all worried about the result. She will be happy and I shall have no regrets.
Wally applied her skill unfalteringly and squeezed the back of Clara's head in her and almost straddles the face with her huge underbrush.
The delicate face of my wife is plunged deeply within the dark sex of the amazon. She didn't have another alternative and her tongue can only answer back. Now, her tongue had to work and according to the shouts of Wally Clara was laborious and a seeker of nectar.
Wally almost fell back on her bottom but she kept a good grasp on the shoulders of the diminutive Clara. Everytime she seemed to stagger backward, she would flex her buttocks as though this would held her regain her balance. Dave wasn't sure whether this was simply a sign of sheer enjoyment and that she was reeling around because she was being sucked dry my loving wife. I didn't know which one of us had the right answer.
I loved Wally's behind with its splendid power. Her legs were well built and particularly her calves were sturdy superbly outlined.
I saw the big woman curve backwards and let out a series of "Ohhhh's" and "Ahhhh's". A couple of muffled words signified that she was trying to say that it was "so, so goooood". We all heard the spasm mount to her throat and choke in her month. She became more or less articulate and we heard her say clearly.
"Your tongue is so soft. Suck, darling. I'll do the same to you after, have no fear. But just don't stop. It's so good. Good and terrible. Yon are the slave of my senses as well as myself. Continue, please. Suck good, my darling."
Jesse in his part of the field was just getting up and carrying Jenny in his arms. He carried her over to Dave. Jenny threw her arms around his neck. He threw her off and made her realize that other things had to be attended to. He gazed down at his sex. Her eyes followed and she knew her job.
Jenny's mouth opened to receive the rigid sex of the cool, distinguished Dave. Dave held her to the task, while Jenny was being penetrated by the feverish Jesse. Jesse almost had the girl in the air, but she managed to lap up Dave's trickling rod.
Jesse was inside and Dave was in on the other end. I can't say which end I would have preferred. Honestly, I was to much concerned with the antics of my wife.
While I was looking about Jenny let out a long discordant howl and I didn't have to think twice to know that she had come in the most audible way. Jesse was stubborn and was holding out.
I got up a little disgusted at the tantrum and demonstration of some of my best friends. My footsteps directed me to the two women. Wally was still in the throes of having her climax. And I'm not sure whether it was her second or third. She was on her tiptoes weighing heavily on Clara's neat little head. I couldn't make out whether it was Clara's face or not. I recognized my poor wife simply by the knowledge of her form and that was enough.
Clara had her hands tightly bound to Wally's dear old rump. I even noticed that there were some fingernail marks that showed abound the hips.
Wally's stomach was bulging and grinding away much as I should suspect a belly dancers would.
Once more the victorious Wally let out a shattering cry and her hands dug into Clara's shoulders. Clara in turn signaled back by driving a stiff finger in the ass-hole.
Wally brought up the dear girl to eye level briskly and with little effort. She carried the mite over to a canape where she was going to carry out her promise and that was to give my wife pleasure for pleasure.
She devoured the happy body of my elated wife voraciously. Wally was digging away beneath the thighs and managed to get around to the rear to gain her more intimate parts.
Clara's thighs were wrapped around the head of the bucksome Wally. Wally pivoted around and placed her box wants more at the lips of my passionate wife. Both sexes were opened to the tongues that would send goose pimples over them.
I observed them with interest and then decided to add another item to the splendid tableau. I noticed that Wally's rump was waving in the air all by its lonesome, so I took out my best finger and plugged it in her rear hole. The brunette moaned with delight.
Now it was Clara's turn to gain some, satisfaction from my unprecedented appearance. I made out her buttocks and with my other free hand I used the best finger and penetrated her anus. Underneath me two women were biting and sucking away while their little rump holes were being pumped. My fingers sensed a contraction here and a contraction there.
Although I was of considerable help, I couldn't help remarking with pride the skill of my wife. Clara was truly gifted with her tongue. She would alternatively enter her partner's vagina and nibble around the clitoris and then she would lash out and find my prick which was not wanting to be alone in this whole affair. She was an expert, that wife of mine. Wally was about to miss the mouth, but it soon came charging back. The wonderful brunette let out a shriek of pleasure. I don't know whether it was simple the talent of my wife or the stimulation of my finger, but at any rate the Redgraves were producing their bit for the massive Wally who was not denying her appreciation.
I wanted my wife to get the fullest of the act and I abandoned Wally and mounted Clara. We bucked around for awhile and Wally, forever there, came over to rub her sex into Clara's grinning lovely face.
Then more than one cry was let loose among this active trio. We seemed to let loose at the same time. All of us splashed in the other's substance. The many others in the room seemed to gain a new inspiration from our manoeuvres. And everyone was the better for it.