Chapter 4
(Archive Note: This is the second section annotated as 'IV'.)
The tragic death of Mrs. Clovis seemed to have cast a shadow of misfortune over Mr. Fontaine's placid establishment. For ever since that grand lady succumbed under the constant pressure of too many stiff pricks the antique dealer's venerable institution suffered a series of grave reverses, and hung under a nemesis that was persistent, and eventually disastrous.
It fell upon the house in a strange and fantastic manner, and only serves to prove what pranks a stiff prick will play on a man.
'Several weeks after the demise of the banker's wife the patrolman, Walsh, was walking his beat as usual. Although he had that very same day already made two distinct visits to Fontaine, his penis nevertheless stiN itched and bothered him. And so he decided to return once more. But it so happened that as he entered the side door Police Inspector McGuire on the opposite side of the street spotted him. Now Inspector McGuire, otherwise an amiable soul, was a man mindful of his duty, and he decided to keep a close eye on Walsh. And so the next day and the day after he watched Walsh furtively enter Fontaine's through the side door. What particularly struck McGuire was that the policeman, though apparently quite sober, always came out of the house with an exultant look in his face and a springiness in his gait. What sort of a joint is this, wondered the Inspector. Find out he must.
The very next day he put on his civilian clothes and made for Fontaine's. It was a short while before Walsh came on duty.
Inspector McGuire was a well-dressed man. He always sported a black derby rakishly tilted to one side of his head, an orange and blue tie and a pair of tan gloves. He could hardly be mistaken anywhere for an officer of the law.
As he pushed the button and heard the lock click McGuire swaggered gently in with the calm assurance of a man who knows the law is at his back, though he was just a wee bit nervous with expectant curiosity.
The Inspector had not long to wait in the anti-room when Lucy soon appeared. They came to a quick and amicable understanding, for the Inspector let it be impressively known that he wanted a woman who knew how to take a thorough good poking. When Lucy suggested something other than the usual thing, just a little bit of trimming thrown in for good measure, McGuire brushed him aside with irritation.
"Hell no!" he said, "I want none of your cunt-lapping, arse-licking nonsense. I just want a wholesome piece of cunt served up straight, a real, honest-to-goodness fuck. But
Christ be sure you fetch me a lass who can go the route, for I'm a long distance pusher, old fellow!"
It was only too true. McGuire haa a prodigious tool that hung from his middle with bold cocky arrogance. And little wonder. For it had been handed down as a sacred and proud possession by the McGuire ancestors from generation to generation. It grew into an inviolable tradition, and many's the story and rhyme woven into the family chronicles around this heirloom of the McGuires, to which in fealty Celtic bards sung their praise; the McGuires still point with pride to an old, obscure legend about one of their early hibernian ancestors who rogered a dinosaur to exhaustion.
The Inspector himself was a true scion of his line. His cock, the true McGuire cock, the same that vanquished a dinosaur, was very early the turning point of his career, which made him quite a figure in police annals. But the Inspector took full advantage of his opportunities, for in every promotion he got, from plain patrolman to his present high station, his prick was the revolving point. He never would have been made a sergeant did he not have sense enough to cleave the arse occasionally of the lieutenant at the desk; which same lieutenant could not fail but bring the notice of McGuire's rummaging talents before the attention of the captain of the precinct. With the captain, McGuire sly rogue that he was, brought his full ramming powers into play. And so carefully, delicately and indelatigably did he reconnoiter the entire, eager, neglected effluvial tract of the captain, that the latter out of sheer gratitude, if nothing else, ran precipitately to the commissioner. And so McGuire went from depth and height to height, and was soon made an Inspector, for the commissioner thought it a most fitting title and honor to confer upon him.
But when McGuire entered Fontaine's he was overtaxed with his official chores as Inspector, too many demands lately having been made by his colleagues upon the McGuire heritage hanging above his balls, and his heart's desire for the moment was set upon a good old-fashioned fuck, which brought tears to his eyes and memories to his heart, memories of his grandfather, and his youth, and the days of hobbleskirts and the horsecar. That is why he was so irritated when Lucy was over-officious in trying to please him. No, now he was on a holiday and yearned for a cunt, something out of the line of his official duty. For the nonce, arseholes be damned.
Lucy made him welcome in a small comfortable room, where the Inspector shed his clothes in a trice and made himself ready for what promised to be only the beginning of a fine holiday jaunt. At last he was taking up his life where he left off many years back.
Shortly he heard a light knock on the door, and to his response a short strapping highly geared woman softly entered. She slipped quietly up to him with a wealth of coddling endearments.
"The devil with these fripperies!" cried the Inspector. "Let's get down to work!"
And so they did. She poised her chunky thighs high in the air and gobbled in his prick to the hilt, a feat few women were able to accomplish, for McGuire was long as he was wide. But she was an old hand at the game, and her channel was well drained. The Inspector was elated, and his prick proceeded to beat a steady tatoo against the drum of her plump, apple-cheeked buttocks.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, "you're all wool and a yard wide."
In spite of the fact that the woman's cavity was huge and the lips of her vulva hung loose and limp with little elasticity, McGuire's prick, so generous were its proportions, had to elbow its way in every time be lunged forward. They were just made for each other rather by years of burrowing she was hollowed out just right for him. For close on to an hour McGuire still rode his hobby horse and his stout rod ploughed through the loose muscles of her vulva with the steady determination of a rodent. At last it was too much for the woman and she whispered faintly in his ear, "Darling, did you come... do come off, please! I can stand no more..."
"Come? Hell, I'm on my sixth barrel!"
Disappointed at the abrupt termination, he got off and lay tense and hard by her side, where he quietly masturbated himself into a seventh orgasm. Then they started talking about little odds and ends of their fucking experiences.
"Tell me, how did you learn to fuck so well?" asked the Inspector.
"Well, from the earliest time that I can recollect I had been used to sucking Mama's quim and bottom, and, in fact, performing every office for her that any one without a prick could, and she has never been afraid to let me see her enjoying a fuck. So it was not want of opportunity; but Mum always told me to wait -that I was too young and that I would appreciate it all the more if I gave my cunt time to ripen. But with the blood of a horny father and mother seething in me I did not see why I could not fuck as early as Mamma did, only she told me how she had suffered through being ripped open in her teens, and I restrained myself. Nature at last became too strong and I felt I must fuck or burst. When mother saw I couldn't wait she advised me to pick Tom for my first trial. 'I haven't fucked him myself," she said, 'but I should think he's about your size, and not too green.' Tom was a nice young fellow, and Mamma's tip suited me. I let him see I liked him, and having encouraged him to kiss me, and take small liberties, I meanwhile made sure to myself that he had the wherewithal to supply an amorous girl, and decided to bring him to the point-or perhaps I should say bring myself to the point ... of his prick ... on a fishing excursion in the country. I carefully anointed my quim, for I had no mind to be torn to pieces like mother, discarded my drawers, and felt that once Tom had got his hand on my thighs and bottom his prick would soon follow. So, as I sat reading, while Tom fished without much luck, I persuaded him to leave the rod to itself and come and he flung himself readily at my feet, seeing which I drew up my knees, as though to make a better support for my book, and thought to myself, "He is not the boy I take him for if he doesn't have a peep." He must have seen pretty well, for his conversation wandered a good deal, and when I opened my legs and gave him a sight of my quim, as well as my naked thighs and curving bottom, he become positively ludicrous. Pres entry he ventured, "What small feet you have, Ethel, and such pretty ankles, too." I sported light open-work stockings through which a fair amount of flesh could be distinguished in fact I must have looked pretty naked from feet to waist. "Have I?" said I indifferently, pulling up my skirt to see. "Yes, and by George, shapely legs, too. Why they are nearly as big as mine." "Go on; never!" pulling up my dress still higher till my calves were in full view. "Yes they are, look." He yanked up his trousers, and hitching himself closer compared his hairy legs with mine. "Oh, yours are much bigger." "Let's measure." With his handkerchief he took the dimensions, once having got his hand on my leg he was loth to leave, and slipped it onto the naked flesh, at which, of course, I was much shocked, but carefully refrained from repulsing him. The boy's courage was rising, and so was his prick, the agitation of which he could not conceal. He placed my feet together, pushed the skirt to the knees, and lifting both legs slightly, pretended to admire the limbs disclosed to view. "By gum, Ethel, you really have splendid legs. I shouldn't have thought they were so fine. And I'll be bound you have still more beautiful limbs beyond." The scamp had seen enough of them to know what he was talking about. "But," he continued with a sudden chuckle, "I have a still finer limb that you haven't seen." "What's that?" "My middle leg!" "Yes, you couldn't show one, you know, not even if I were to lift you right up," and he lifted my feet still higher. We were getting on! "Oh, Tom," I cried in pretended alarm, "you will have me over backwards if you do that." "And if I did dear," with a threatening tilt, "I suppose I should only see a lot of fluffy drapery, such as girls always delight to stuff under their petticoats." "I am afraid you wouldn't, Tom... you would see..." "What!" "My thighs... and my b-b-bottom," I stammered, covering my face with my hands. In an instant up went my legs, my dress fell on my waist, and my ravisher was gloating over what I had described. I covered my quim with a decorous hand, but he separated my legs, and had my agitated cunt under his gaze. I protested mildly, "Oh, Tom, don't shame me so. Do put my clothes down!" but as I made no attempt to enforce the command, and showed no signs of anger, Tom wasn't such a fool as to give up the smart craft he had carried by a coup de main. I peered through my fingers and saw his cock trying to burst from his balls, and felt glad it made so good a showing. Tom was evidently in ecstacies at the sight before him; his lips were moving unsteadily, his face was flushed, and I could feel his hands and limbs trembling. And indeed, I think he was a lucky young dog to get hold of such a poke, don't you? Well, he pawed my thighs and bottom, giving me. a delicious thrill as I felt his hand gliding along my flesh, and fumbled at his buttons till he got his cock out. "Oh, what is that?" I asked very feebly. "That's my middle leg, and I guess it's going to make acquaintance with your middle, dear," he replied with a grin. "Oh, Tom, Tom, (reproachfully) are you going to ravish me? Think of my honor." He looked surprised, for as I found out, he inferred from my easy acquiescence in his proceedings that he had not to do with a virgin, and wondered where my honor came in. When he darted to the assault he ascertained his mistake, the more especially as I begged him not to hurt me, for I had never done it before. It was a good thing I had taken precautions. Tom was so excited I should have come off badly, but my rape was accomplished without too much pain, and the subsequent proceedings made me forget even that modicum of suffering. Three more times did I extract his essential oil from him that after noon, and now we are supposed to be lovers. Tom, indeed, talked about marriage, but I speedily got that idea out of his head and gave him to understand that he was to be content with fucking me, and not worry about going through a church door. But he was too modest, and took few liberties. But it was really George who taught me the ropes. He used to kiss me and mess me about pretty well as he liked, and I must say I didn't object. Well, at last it came about that we made up a camping party during the summer. There were six of us girls, all rather good looking. George brought some of bis friends along. It was a put-up job, their taking us out on a picnic, though we didn't know it, and their intention was to let no one of us return with our maidenheads. That is, whatever was left of it. We were all friendly together, some shook on one or the other of the boys, and several of us in particular on George. Of course there were ample oppor tunities for mugging and hugging, and that didn't make our youthful blood flow the more serenely. I suppose George thought the time had come to attempt my virtue, for one day, I don't exactly know how he managed it, it came to pass the rest had gone off and only he and I were left in camp. He suggested a bath in the river, and I innocently retired to our tent and undressed. I was reduced to my chemise, when in, if you please, the ruffiian stalked with only his bathing trunks on, and little enough there was even of that. He might just as well have been completely naked, for his prick and balls showed up in sharp relief. All the scamps affected this style in -order to excite our feelings, and though we scarcely liked it we hadn't had the courage to object to their indecency. I gave a slight shriek and told him to go away. Not a bit. He laughed and said, "Why so bashful, Lucy? A little cuddling won't hurt you." He caught hold of me, kissed me lecherously, causing a thrill to run down my spine and depriving me almost of the power of moving, put one hand in my bosom and the other on my bottom, and felt me all over. All the while his mouth was glued to mine and his tongue playing inside, so that I hadn't breath to protest. I could feel his prick surging and thickening until I thought a regular mast was pressing against me, and that didn't make me any cooler, you can bet. When he finally got his hand into my cunt and began to tickle it I knew what he would be at, and with a last effort broke away and crouched in the corner of the tent. "Go away, George," I said, "You are horribly rude. I won't be treated so. You know you have no right to take such liberties with an innocent girl." He chuckled, approached nearer, and cooly pulled off his one scanty covering. His cock sprang out, erect and fiery, looking to my excited imagination a foot long and as thick as my wrist. You can hardly believe my feelings at the moment. He gaily shook it at me, and asked me what I thought of it wasn't it a beauty! "Go away, you horrid beast, or I'll scream. Don't you touch me!" "Scream away, my dear. Who will hear you? Come, Lucy, be reasonable. I want to fuck you, and you know it; and you want it too, or you wouldn't have stood my pulling you about so much." I indignantly denied it, and exclaimed I would never allow it; what did he take me for to treat a lady so, and what would the other girls say? "Oh, you needn't worry about the others. Maude has had a long cock up her quim since we came here, and I have poked Tottie myself. Clara will lose her maidenhead today if Tom gets her by herself, and so will you. The rest will no longer be virgins in a day or two." "You monster," I said, fairly sobbing now: "Is that what you brought us here for -to strip us of our virtue and put us on a level with whores?" He knelt down, still holding his cock, and with a malicious grin pulled the skin up and down from the great head which was swollen and purple, and altogether looked like a rolling pin. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. George seized me, despite my shudders, and tried to get my shirt off. I resisted and he threatened to tear it in pieces, so to save it I had to let him strip me. He grabbed me at once, and began sucking my breasts, pinching my bottom, and thrusting his hand between my thighs. I defended myself and tried to scratch him, which made him angry. "Oh, if you won't be fucked peacably it will be worse for you. Fucked you shall be, and by force, as you won't give in. And you will find it won't be so pleasant as if you had opened your legs quietly."
With that he tied my hands, drew my knees almost up to my chin, and tied them to my neck. I was like a trussed fowl, and worse than all my poor little cunt was now exposed to his attacks. He picked me up, put me on the end of the stretcher, and began poking his finger into my quim, and asking me how I felt now. I was so humiliated that I could do nothing but sob, and threaten him with all sorts of futile vengeance. Little he cared. He knew I was a lady, and once fucked was not likely to publish my shame. So there I was, in a startling position for a modest girl! Stark naked and tied in a bundle; my bottom and my cunt exposed to the gaze of a naked ogre, I felt it was all up with me, and shut my eyes to await the stroke of that tremendous prick which I expected every moment to come tearing through my delicate membranes. The fiend gloated over my shame, using the filthiest terms he could think of, and hinting at atrocities I had never dreamed of, but, alas, was soon to be subjected to, and even to revel in. He only compared me with this, that, and the other girl he had fucked. My tits were not as big as Anne's; my belly not so broad as
Mrs. So and So's; my thighs not so plump as some whore's he knew; my arse., "call that an arse," he sneered, lifting it up and smacking it roughly. "Why I've fucked many a bitch with a better backside than that. But your cunt don't seem so bad (shoving his finger in harshly), and I dare say it will do as well to piss my juice in as another. Very much like Tottie's, now I come to look at it closely; only she has less hair round hers and the lips are not so fat. Yes, I think your cunt's the best part of you, Lucy."
I could have torn his eyes out to hear the beast calmly inventorying me in this way, cataloguing each shameful feature of my secret anatomy, especially when he compared me, for I knew myself to be a well shaped girl, with some battered prostitute. I cried bitterly, more with vexation that he should pretend to appraise me so lightly after stripping me, than anything else, and gave him the rough side of my tongue. My flood of fiery indignation was suddenly stopped by his stooping down and putting his tongue in my cunt. What unheard of obscenity! But there it was, running up and down, and darting into the crack. I gasped for breath, and the mocking wretch told me not to mind him, but to go on with my abuse if that would relieve me; he could suck my virgin cunny and listen at the same time. "You know, my dear, it is part of the pleasure to outrage a girl's modesty as well as her carefully preserved person at the same time, so you talk away, and I'll gamahuche this naked little pissing trap of yours." I really wished I had pissed in his face. That would have paid the brute what was due him. But the novelty, and a secret feeling of delight at having a man mugging my cunt, even if he was shoving his finger into my bottom as well, together with the pleasurable sensation caused by his tongue had their effect. It was only when he got up and presented his fearful cock between my legs that I made one more effort, swearing if he fucked me to have him arrested for rape.
"Now that shows a very bad disposition, Lucy," he retorted as cooly as you please. "You have no witnesses, you know, and if any of the others did come back they would only laugh at you, for those of the girls who haven't been fucked yet are hoping to be. You should have taken it quietly, like Tottie, and then you would have had some pleasure. As it is, I shant spare you, and when I have fucked your blasted arse off you can go and tell if you like."
With which he opened my cunt with his fingers, placed the head of his cock in the entrance, and pushed with all his might. I thought I was being split (which I was). I screamed, I swore, but the more he pushed. He fairly rammed and tore his way in. I felt something give way, and a warm stream oozing out; the hard knob went further and further in, and presently it was stuck full length in my ravished cunt. The savage laughed with joy, and having burst all obstacles, stopped, as he said, to let his prick soak. Then he suddenly started a furious ramming, striking at something inside at every thrust, and making me scream aloud. After a few ferocious strokes I felt something gush into me, hot and thick, jet upon jet. George shouted, "There, now you see, Lucy, you've been damn well fucked after all!"
I was sobbing with pain, but he took no notice and after a space went on poking, till again the heavy shower bedewed my womb. He took more time though, and as he wasn't quite so savage, but for my terror I might have extracted some pleasure from the operation. I begged him to release me, now that he had effected his purpose, for my arms and legs were hurting awfully, not to speak of the stinging in my cunt. Not he! "You've got another lesson yet, my beauty, and then I think you will be tamed, and instead of curses will receive me between your thighs with caresses."
I thought he simply intended to fuck me in my cunt again, but you can guess, from your own experience what was in store for me. The shameless wretch, to get his prick up again, scooped a handful of blood and semen out of my quim, and openly frigged himself with the pasty mess till his cock stood once more. Then he rubbed the same mixture into my bottom. Still I wondered what he was after, and it was not till he actually put his tool between the cheeks that I realized his hideous design. I was going to be buggared, no doubt of it. I had imagined men only did that to boys or to one another, and I had never thought of such a thing happening to a girl, with a wide and attractive opening in the shape of a cunt to receive a prick in. This time I fainted off, and when a stinging pain roused me once more I could feel at least half his prick up my bottom, and from the twinging of the anus I was sure the remorseless bugger had torn me there, too. I suppose he saw the pain in my face, and was afraid of going too far, for he withdrew till only the head was left in, and then leisurely racked himself off in the contractile hole and got the discharge he wanted. I was too overcome to resist any more. I again begged him faintly to untie me, promising to let him do as he liked so long as he didn't put it in my bottom again. "Ah," he chuckled, and I could have killed him where he stood. "I thought that would bring the bitch to her senses. . Nothing like a solid prick up a girl's arse to reduce her to subjection."
He released me and began to caress me, sucking my tits and bestowing such endearments on me, that if he had proceeded like that at first my thighs would probably have opened to him of their own accord. As it was I could not appreciated them, and when he stretched himself on me to fuck me again
I implored him to be satisfied and let me off. This seemed to anger him afresh, for he fucked me savagely, not once, but twice, and I was so frightened of getting that awful prick up my arse that I had to let him. My poor cunt was macerated and bled slowly all the time. Nearly every thrust was an agony, and how girls can stand being raped by one man after another, as happens at times, I don't know. I wonder if it didn't hurt him too, for I was too tight for such a prick dashed in anyhow. A man's cock must be as tough as steel. The end of it was that after being fucked five times the next day, I was so sore and ill that I couldn't accompany the others in their excursions. I had to plead sick headache, and one of them offered to stay with me. But this didn't suit her fucker, who, as I suppose, was hot after her cunt, and she said she would arrange with one of the others, and left me for a while. What was my horror, when they had all gone, to see the grin ning George enter the tent. "I've sent Clara off and promised to look after you." I shuddered visibly. "I can't, George dear, I really can't any more," I cried with tears, clasping my hands imploringly. "You have torn me so badly I really can't any more." "Well, let me see," he replied. He turned down the bed clothes, for I had not got up, and without asking my leave opened my legs and inspected my cunny, just as cooly as if I were his slave or his wife. I knew it was no use objecting, so I submitted to the affront. "Yes, it does not seem inflamed and swollen, and this, I suppose, is sore too," putting his hand to my bottom.
"Yes, it is, you monster. You have cracked that as well as my virginity."
He soothed and petted me -oh, the wretch could be charming enough when he desired -sucked my titties and brought a glow over me.
"Well," he said, "I'll let you off, and we will just play a little with one another."
He slipped down his trousers and gave me his cock to hold. I couldn't help admiring the noble rod, and examined it carefully and curiously. Of course as he calculated, despite the twinges of my cunt, my passions began to rise at the sight of his nakedness. I doddled his balls, worked them eagerly, and presently found myself returning his kisses rapturously, while my silly cunt was moistening fast, in spite of its wounded state. Slily George presented the swollen head of his prick to my lips and with a smile of satisfaction at my melting condition, rubbed it slowly between them. "Open your mouth!" he ordered. Weakly I obeyed , and in a jiffy the monstrous cock was rammed in. Then, again, I could have had my revenge, for a sharp nip or two would soon have made him retire. But, to tell the truth, I was too overcome by my own rising excitement, and perhaps curious to see how far he meant to go. I soon found out. George fucked my mouth like a cunt. I perceived that in a few strokes I should be flooded with his abominable liquor, and with an imploring look and in a stiffled voice said, "Oh, George, you are not going to do it in my mouth, surely?" "Yes, I am," he retorted firmly. "You see, even if two of your holes are useless, you have another nearly as good. When you have thoroughly tasted my noble juice I'll show you that you have a fourth resource still, and you will be able to see as well as taste it."
I still feebly tried to push his nasty prick away. He became impatient, and finally shouting, "If you dare to spoil it I'll piss in your mouth... you are my whore, and I'll fuck you as I damn well please." Saying which he shot a deluge of hot, bitter, pungeant juice down my throat.
Lucy finally ended her long drawn story. All this while the Inspector lay quietly, but was being whipped by her lascivious details into a bum-passion. He suddenly grabbed her and got her cunt across his leg and began flapping his prick against her belly. "Fuck me, fuck like hell!" cried Lucy. "Oh, that I could get you bodily into my cunt!"
He lifted his head from her armpit, where he had been inhaling the odor emanating from her full-blooded, lust-exhaling flesh, and saw Lucy's face blazing with passion, her lips parted, and her eyes bright. What a splendid fucker he thought her! Firm, elastic flesh, every bone well padded, fine round belly, and such thighs. Once she got a man between those presses they never let go till the juice was extracted from his grapes. He rushed gladly to the breach and Lucy screamed with joy as she felt his prick enter her maddened twat
"Shove it up, you devil...ram me like buggery... wash my guts or I shall piss all over your blasted cock!"
He fell on her belly, and felt the afore said guts fairly bubbling under him. He Was just as rabid now as the little strapping whore who was straining him to her nude bosom. Noticing the freedom of Lucy's language, he made bold to repay her in her own coin.
"All right!" said the Inspector, "All right, my lovely bitch, wait till I get my spout fair into your piss-pot, and I'll fuck your arse off!"
"Good, good!" replied Lucy. "Listen to him; isn't he the god-damned, cast-iron whoremonger! Ough, that went well home. I believe your prick shot right into my womb... ough!... ough!..."
He was driving with all the force of his arse, and at each stroke fell flat on her stomach, the two masses meeting with a splash. She laughed and giggled with excitement, twining her legs around him strenuously.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, you son of a splitarse whore. Fuck...fuck..."
"I'm coming, too. Fuck... fuck... you slippery-cunted whore. Wriggle your arse and I'll drive my cock out at your mouth!"
A quick ram or two more, and the juice began to flow. In the tension of the frantic spend they bit each other furiously. He still lay on her while his prick throbbed out its liquor, and the red hot cunt vibrated in response. In fact, even while Lucy reclined exhausted by the violence of her discharge, her splendid trap continued opening and shutting after his cock was withdrawn. Elated, she said, "I have seldom seen myself so excited or fucked so furiously. You surely must have a very magnetic prick."
Whereupon laughing heartily, Lucy heaved up her mighty arse, hitched forward her cunt and a broad shower descended. She seemed to take particular pleasure in pissing on his prick, in satisfaction for the obscenities to which it had provoked her. He likewise pissed upon her. A refreshing bath then cleared away all traces of the reciprocal pissing match.
As you may imagine, dear reader, it was late before they woke from an exhausted sleep. Dreamily they fancied once or twice that they heard a light tapping, and a renewal of it finally brought them to full consciousness. They said nothing, but got out of bed and heard light steps retreating. But Lucy returned to the bed again and lifting her thighs guided him again into her cunt still moist and hot, after their little repose. A woman's cunt is always smooth and slippery. The attitude was most pleasurable and he hadn't given many strokes before they recollected where they had left off. She cooly transferred the piston to her bottom, at the same time placing her hand on her cunt and intimating he was to frig it. The little piece of sodomy was brought to completion, and for the first time the Inspector had the huge satisfaction of pouring his seed into a feminine arse, and a first-rater at that.
"It was very rude of me to make you do that," said Lucy. '"Perhaps it was all very exciting, out of rogering, and I suppose I did it as a sort of reward to a good boy for fucking me so well, but you must not expect that indulgence too often."
They finally bid each other good-bye and promised to see each other again soon.
The Inspector was so pleased with the day's experience that he promised himself another such vacation very soon. But being a very communicative sort of person he could not easily refrain from confiding his adventure to the sergeant, who was a great friend of his, and to whom he felt greatly beholden for many favors and services. And so the sergeant paid the establishment of Mr. Fontaine a visit on his own account. And he, hoping to curry favor with the captain, apprised him of this paradisial institution where everything in the line of fucking was bestowed with such consummate tact and security. Soon there was a goodly company of members of the police department, high and low, gracing the establishment with their presence, pricks, arse-holes and all.
But such a band of marauding pricks they soon turned out to be that they finally succeeded in bringing the institution to ruin. In only a few months all the cunts were completely exhausted. Because of the unexpected drought they soon took a wild fling at whatever in the way of arse-holes turned up. But that supply (in spite of the indefatigable Lucy) was quickly trodden down, gobbled up, fornicated and ridden to death and decay also. So critical an emergency arose that Mr. Fontaine himself was the last resource. But a man's arse is like a rose, the bloom of which soon withers with misuse.
It soon transpired that they had to turn to themselves for their ever increasing appe tite and gluttony. But they calculated wisely that such being the case they could just as well function and amuse one another within the precinct for nothing, without the necessity of paying the establishment's fee. And so they betook themselves back to their own private haunts and Mr. Fontaine's establishment was left bleak and deserted by one and all alike, nothing remaining behind but a diffuse aroma of a grand and glorious fuck still clinging to the beams and rafters.