Chapter 3
Gerty and I succeeded in passing many an intimate moment together despite my mother, who kept incessantly tormenting the maid with her petty demands and with her constant need to have the maid on hand.
On the other hand, my father, when he came hack from the office, shut himself up in his study and did not leave it until it was time to go to bed.
One morning, when I was in the kitchen, I heard a conversation going on between Gerty and my mother. I could not overhear what they were saying, but when Gerty came hack to rue she had a satisfied expression on her face and there was something diabolical in her eyes.
"It's done," she said.
"What do you mean 'it's done'? What are you trying to tell me, Gerty?"
"Well, I got a half a day off... It's not too soon... because your bitch of a mother..."
"So you're going off! And you're going to leave me alone this afternoon?"
"Don't be stupid, Lucy," answered Gerty. "You're coming with me. I told your mother that you had to get out of the house now and then, to amuse yourself, that this wasn't the way for a young girl to live... and that I was going to take a walk with you... Your mother agreed because she felt that she really couldn't refuse such a reasonable desire."
"That's sweet of you, Gerty. I adore you... you love me... if you didn't you wouldn't have bothered about me... And you did!"
We left the house in the afternoon. I was astonished when I saw Gerty just as we were leaving. She was attractive, well dressed, elegant. She had on a discreet makeup, wore sheer stockings which 6et off her pretty sensual legs, while her tightly fitting dress showed off her body to best advantage.
In the street, I took her arm. From time to time, she bent her head toward me, squeezed my arm, smiled at me. I wanted to embrace her warmly right there on the street, but at that time, respect for conventions still restrained me.
We took a bus and stayed on the rear platform, closely pressed against each other, our bellies touching, our thighs grinding, our breasts close together, looking into each other's eyes. "Was it because this escapade was so unexpected that I was excited to such an extent? Was it the fact that I was finally alone with Gerty, far from the disturbing presence of my parents? In any case, I felt a great excitement. I wanted to amuse myself to let myself go...
"Where are we going, Gerty?" I asked.
"You're not afraid when you're with me, are you?" asked my friend.
"Of course, not! What a silly question."
"Well, in that case, I'm taking you to a place where you'll see some amusing things. But don't be frightened... they know me there and nothing will happen to you..."
After a long ride, we got off the bus. We were in a neighborhood with narrow streets where the sky could not be seen-real streets for cut-throats. While walking, we passed some strange looking men, some bizarre looking women. There were so many people that one would say that everybody in this neighborhood lived in the streets.
We went into a sinister looking establishment, with a facade blakened by filth and with opaque windows because of the dirt and dust with which they were covered.
There were men playing cards and others, leaning against the bar, drinking and arguing in shrill voices. They were all North Africans. Behind the counter was a woman who stopped serving drinks as soon as she saw my companion.
"Gerty! What luck that you were able to come! It's been so long since I've seen you last... Is that your girl friend?" she added, turning toward me. "She's pretty, you know... How is she at making love?"
The woman felt my rear and smiled at Gerty, who was looking on indifferently. Then she slapped Gerty's ass and played with her breasts.
"As hot as ever, Gerty?" she asked.
Gerty looked down and did not answer.
"Need I ask-with you..." said the woman. "And what did you come around here for? I shouldn't be asking such a question but, what whith your new friend, I don't know whether..."
"Everything will be as usual. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, even without her. Since she's with me, that means that she's willing."
"Good, I get you, Gerty. Go ahead; you know this house as well as I do." We left the smoky bar and' walked into a corridor which led to the back of the house, which was as black and as leprous as the rest of the neighborhood and the customers whom we'd seen. Everything looked dirty, sordid and dangerous. I shuddered, but I trusted Gerty. I said to myself that she would always protect me.
We entered into a small room, sparsely equipped with a sofa covered with a gaily colored fabric, a chair and a large mirror.
After closing the door, Louise sat down on the sofa, dragged me against her and, putting her hand underneath my skirt, caressed my thighs and my ass. Raising her face toward me, she said:
"We're going to make hot love, aren't we, darling?"
"Oh, yes! That's just what I want, but I don't understand why we couldn't just as well do it at the house, in my room or yours."
"Sure we could have, but 1 can show you things here which you couldn't see at home. The whole hack of this house is divided into rooms like this one. It's a house of assignation for niggers and, because of the way that this house has been arranged, you can see what's going on in the other rooms. I've been here before because I love the atmos phere of debauchery that I find here... One gets excited, one wants to do things, this desire grows... And it can be easily satisfied because in this hotel, you can find anything you want, even if it's something out of the ordinary. Do you want to look around a bit-"
I fell for it right away. I had a natural inclination for that sort of thing. This was right in line with my peeping Tom goings on at home, the reading of my father's books, the looking at obscene photos and drawings.
"O.K. let's go," said Gerty. "But before we get started, let's take off our panties. Without them we can play around with each other more easily, if we feel like it..."
We left our panties spread out on the sofa and went on with our exploring walk.
Between every two rooms there was a kind of narrow closet, a space between two walls, which could be entered easily, if one knew the trick. There were the closets known only to a few customers, who went there so that they could see what was going on in the adjoining rooms. In each closet, there was the back of a mirror, Gerty explained to me. When the closet remained dark and the room was lighted by electricity, or simply by ordinary daylight, one could look within the room through this mirror.
Just as soon as I was closed in the first closet, I had the impression that I was right in the adjoining room. Only a few inches separated me from the combination bedsofa within it.
If I held out my hand, I could have touched the woman who was stretched out on the sofa, stark naked, her thighs spread wide apart. Of course, ever since I had known Gerty, I knew how a woman was built. But this one astonished me. She was fat; about two hundred pounds at least. Her belly was wrinkled; her breasts like real balloons sagged on both sides of her body. Her legs were like oversized sausages and between her powerful thighs she had an enormous hairy hillock.
The lump of flesh was for the naked man who was beside her in the bed. At first, I thought that it was an adult, because of the size of his cock and that of his balls. But afterwards, I realized that it was only an adolescent who couldn't have been older than seventeen.
Gerty pressed me against her, her hand under my skirt.
"He's lovely," she said. "Look how he's built. She knows how to pick them, and each time it's a new boy. She loves to ini tiate them... teach them how to make love, just as I taught you a few things. Look! She's taking it in her mouth, while she's playing with herself. Isn't this lovely, darling? She's the wife of a doctor. I hear that her husband knows what she's up to. He tried to cure her of her taste for young boys several times, but she goes right back to it every time."
Spasmodically I slid my hand under Gerty's dress. I had to feel her skin under my fingers, to squeeze her big cunt with my hand.
The woman in the next room had stopped sucking and was now rubbing the boy's prick with her hand. Obviously she knew how to go about it, because the young boy was thrusting his belly forward spasmodically and was {Minting. Ah, the lovely voluptuous jerks! I too was jerking Gerty's cunt, whose breathing became whistling.
In the meantime, the woman was using both hands. One was working on herself, the other on her young lover. He was close to her and was rubbing himself against her langorously. Then he kind of raised himself up. His prick seemed to tense up as a gift gesture to his mistress. I could see the creamy semen coming out of his prick. With a brusque movement, the woman bent over and got her mouth around the prick. I was watching the twisting boy and his furious expression, while the woman was drinking in his love juice without losing a single drop.
Then the woman forced the boy onto the bed, crouched above him and began to lap his whole body, kissing him lovingly from time to time, while his hand was lost between her big legs.
Gerty pushed away my hand and took away her own.
"Come on," she said, "let's go on."
We went inside the closet opposite. There we saw another couple. The man was naked while the woman was still fully clothed. Seated on the edge of the sofa, she had the man on her knees and was masturbating him vigorously, while he was looking at himself in the mirror through which we were looking. He must have liked that, because he often turned bis face toward the woman, holding his mouth open. She stuck her viper-like tongue into it. This couple sweated out vice through every pore, but they loved each other. That could he seen easily.
Some moments later, the woman threw off her skirt and panties. Keeing her blouse on, but the lower half naked, she took the position formerly occupied by the man, that is this time it was she who was seated on her partner's knees arid was being masturbated while stretching toward him her open mouth.
One could easily see that these were only preliminary exercises. They caressed each other but did not let themselves come through their masturbations. But they got pleasure out of it, just like they got pleasure out of looking at themselves in the accomplice mirror.
"I love to get excited by these things," Gerty said to me, while rubbing her nude bush against my thigh. "The bastards! They are enjoying themselves... they're amuzing themselves. Oh, darling, it's good to be in this house... with all those rooms where fucking is going on."
The woman had now gotten off the man's knees. But it was only in order to turn around and scat herself again on his knees, but facing him this time. She shirks his prick into her cunt and was moving up and down, sliding along that column of flesh, which filled her on ill completely. We were seeing her from the rear and could admire the exciting movement of her hips and the increasing agitation of her rear, whose checks in turn opened up and closed up, giving out a sort of voluptuous grimace.
I loved these rather cavalier proceedings. In this position, the woman is the amazon. She dominates the male, swallows him through his prick, the prick that she eats up with her hungry cunt. She shook her ass in as sort of frenzy, which gained in amplitude more ami more, so that finally she was almost lifting herself off the prick and disclosed to our eyes the long rigid cylinder striated by large swollen veins along its whole length. I loved to look at this brilliant rod supported by large hairy balls. How lovely all this was! Since I wag sixteen years old, since I had the joy of holding the first dirty book in my hands... or one band if you like... I always found that there was a sort of savage and arrogant beauty in these obscene acts. Instead of disgusting me, they attracted me, and whenever I'd 6ee something of this kind, I'd want to do the same thing myself.
It's good to live in vice, to practice it. Only hypocrites maintain the contrary. They say it but...
The couple remained in that position a long time. Both the male and the female were indefatigable. Her ride seemed to be far from over and not destined ever to end.
Nevertheless, suddenly her movements accelerated, became more disordered. Then they became slow, extremely profound, as if she were trying to extract the last drop of voluptiousness out of their marvelously beastial embrace.
Gerty and I were very excited after this spectacle. Our vulvas were dripping. We were masturbating each other with a sort of fury, happy to feel our fingers swimming in the pearly depths of our juices, but not yet willing to let ourselves go in a liberating spasm. I guessed that Gerty was eager for other curiosities, just like I, and supposed that there were still other things to be seen in this house.
Leaving the woman still engulfing her male, but her head now reposing on his shoulder, we left our closet and entered immediately afterwards into another.
The room which we now saw was also occupied by a couple. It seemed to me that they had just come in, as they were still at the preliminaries. The woman, plump and with a pretty face, but with rather heavy breasts, still had on her black silk slip, while the man wag undressing. This undressing process did not last long however. Almost at once, the woman was nude. Laughing, she threw herself upon the bed and lifting her knees up in the air, she spread them, rubbed the inside of her fat thights and stroked lightly her hairy triangle, pulling at it as if it were a bill fold.
Motionless, the man looked at her, smiling. Then he leaned over and kissed her greasy cunt. I could see that he was sticking his tongue into it deeply. Then he took the hand of the woman and placed it on her cunt. She made a grimace, but played with herself nevertheless. Methodically, without taking his eyes off her, the man took off his pants and shorts. I saw a prick not as big nor as thick as the ones I saw before. However, it was magnificent in its ugliness, knotty and so bent that the mauve tip of it was against its proprietor's belly. Completely naked now, the man got bis jacket, lying on the black of the chair. His hand disappeared into an inner pocket and reappeared with a long cylinder which seemed to me to be made either of red leather or rubber.
Right away the woman reached for it, with the exression on her face of a spoiled child. But the man did not seem to be in a hurry. Ho juggled with the object, looked at it closely and bandied it in an especially suggestive ami lewd way. The woman kept on begging, spreading her thighs wider and showing with complete shamelessness how thirsty her cunt was.
The man came close to the bed and dragged the artificial prick across the nude body of his mistress. She twisted and turned on the bed as if she were on a gridiron instead. Finally, taking one of the ends firmly in his hand, the man forced the apparatus into the belly of the woman. She gave out a sigh of satisfaction, and I saw the long black nipples stiffening even more.
As for her lover's prick, it was swelling enormously and was oscillating from side to side to such an extent that I thought that it was going to spray its semen in all disractions.
He let go the artificial prick when it was in place. He got onto the bed and crouched between the woman's feet, where she could see clearly his prick and balls. The woman began to excite herself with the cylinder, while she smiled at the man, who remained as motionless as a Hindu idol. Her hand worked faster and faster. She grimaced vitb voluptuousness. Her body soon took the shape of a bow whose arrow was sticking out of her belly.
She came for a long time. But ev®n when her pleasure was over and she took the device out of her belly, her legs remained spread apart.
The man threw himself on top of her and stuck it into her up to his balls in one thrust. Very calmly, the woman caressed the a68 of her lover. Her fingers were tearing apart the cheeks of his ass.
Suddenly she stuck her hand into the man's asshole, while he continued to shake her hard with strokes of his penis.