Chapter 10
The following morning I awoke with a pasty mouth and my back stiff as a board. The furious night had completely exhausted me.
I was made to remain in bed for another half hour, because my alarm clock was put thirty minutes ahead of time. With my arms in back of my head I thought of the adventurous night I had spent
Or course, it isn't the first experience of it's kind. I had a friend a long time ago who could only get his pleasure through the aid of several people. His name was Denis. He was dark and well-built.
Ho had invited mo once to one of those evenings where a mass of bodies collide in ecstasy and where an honest man has no business finding himself alone.
For myself, at the time, I did not know (his kind of drunkeiiess mid my heart was beating quickly.
In the salon Denis was trying to arrange something or other between a bald man and a lovely girl who could have passed as a starlet any day. On top of that he was negocialing with a thin bachelor and a couple of distinguished aristocrats.
This wonderful assemblage of people were neatly arrayed in handsome armchairs.
The fat bold one started the conversation. - 'Do you live in Cleveland ?' -
- No I'm just passing through' - answered the other.
One would have believed this was simply a social gathering or a dance and the women were busy with their make-up- and the men were adjusting their ties.
Denis attempted to break the ice.
-' Do you know any risky stories? For example this one :
'In a train compartment, the were a mature woman, a young pin-up girl, and a young man who was quite handsome. After u few minutes the .young girl took out her violin and started to play miserably. The young lad hoped that it wouldn't last long anil waited patiently. But it did not cease and he turned to the young miss and asked her if she would kindly put the instrument aside for he would like to sleep a bit.
The mother threw him a scornful look. -Young man she said my daughter is going to be presented in Carnegie Hall tomorrow. Anyone coud understand the importance of practicing for such a rare occasion. She will continue to play.
The daughter began to screech once again on her instrument.
The boy who had nothing to combat this with, brought out his rigid instrument aud began mastorbating. The woman stared at him unbelievingly. - Are you crazy? - At which the young man replied! Kot at all. I'm getting married tomorrow and I'd like to practice a little myself.' -
Everyone rolled in hysterics. The women broke out and held their bauds to their mouths. The en came out with a good honest group laughter. We remained seated as though we, ourselves, lie going to witness a marriage. The strange ambiance had to be dealt with. Denis passed some drinks around to loosen them up.
Do you know that the young lady to my right bus the prettiest breasts in the east? - The Cat maw bragged.
- '"You don't say? - uttered the aristoeralie lady.
(Ionic now let us Bee tor ouvseiUcs" - her husband said.
They all insisted and with slow strides of pastors at a congregation meeting, (bey all got up and walked to the l]e[lroojn.
In the bedroom the girl showed her breasts and everyone was happy and felt. I hat their evening was well spent. What a flop .1 asked Denis to call me only when something sure would happen.
He telephoned loe a week later.
Jus! by chance one of my girl friends from the country came into town aud I brought her with me. She was quit** pretty with long blond hair and nicely rounded breasts. I telephoned Denis and told him that she was only a country girl, but he reassured me that T bad nothing to worry about.
II was a night mare that evening. The girl who couldn't be beat was an ugly prostitute of the lower cast side and who stripped all the way down as soous as we had finished our drinks.
1 took her aside ami asked her to joiu me in the bedroom. She accepted without a whimper and I buried my dick in that mouey hole of hers. I didn't know what was happening with Denis aud my country Miss.
Finally Denis came in with a pair of shorts on. lie seemed calm and was puffing on a cigar like a kid boxer.
- 'She's left' - be boasted.
- 'It didn't work eh?' - I asked.
- No she claimed that we hadn't known each other for a long enough time' -
- Perhaps you were too quick with her?' - Denis lifted his eyes to the skies in indignation.
- 'You're nuts. When I understood that, six didn't - want, to screw right off, I, real nice like asked her if she wanted to jack me off and watch me have my fum. That's all, and she got pissed off.' -
I was just thinking of one thing. The bawling out I would get when I returned.
1 got dressed anil left, laughing to myself. " What a nwthead that Denis was. As long as there are some geogcous broads to fuck and good liquor to drink, life is swell.
1 headed for my bosses after this little interlude of day-dreaming. There was a letter on his desk from the agriculture magnate outside of Ciney and he was giving us a contract.
The following day would he Sunday. All the employees were gay and they were counting on what thy would be doing Sunday.
At six o'clock as I was washing up and getting ready to leave, someone pushed me It was Daniel Piston who worked in the publicity department.
-- What are you doing tomorrow, buddy? - he asked.
'.Nothing that I know of -
- Then come out to my house' - he smiled.
1 hesitated. I knew that Piston was married and had two little girls about four and five. I didn't like the idea of visiting married couples.
- 'Gee I don't know, X...' -
But he insisted. He told me that there would be company some relatives and some Spanish friends.
I remembered Pistons Spanish friends. They were called the Snnehos. Mr. Sancho was swarthy and wore a moustache. Nothing interesting there. But his wife had flame colored hair and a way of rubbing up against a guy when she danced. It might not be bad seeing her agin.
- 'OK, PI I be tbere at severn-thirty* - I promised.
Piston and bis family lived outside of the city in the suburbs. Their house was almost a mansion, white, and glorious with green lawns auil hedges.
T met Piston at the sidewalk, He was cutting the lawn as all good husbands are in (he habit of knowing. Not far away in a garden swing) T noticed a women rather young brown-haired with a frail quick beauty. She was fingering a review.
- 'I'd like you to meet my wife* - said Piston who was sweating like the devil.
- 'You ought to go and get dressed' - she ordered.
Mr. Piston excused himself and trundled his heavy body into I he house. It seemed that the lone of his wife was filled with a sarcasm.
While her husband was changing, she conducted me to (he veranda and there served me au apperitif. I looked at her with astonishment. How could a woman as fine and good-looking as this marry a heavy such as Piston ? Was it a question of money?
- 'I would like you to meet my brother in law and sister' - Piston's, wife announced.
He was a tall man and rather aloof. She was a woman close, on to thirty and finely made. On their heels was the Spanish couple, the Sahchos.
Corinne - that was the name of Piston's wife served Ihc refreshments. She was graceful and she was dressed in exquisite taste, Sancho's wife was named Purita and she had the vihrance of a Spanish danser. This woman breathed imssion. Her very odor was peppery and nostalgic of Spain.
From the garden we all went into the dining room. The dinner was perfect and the women were neat and healthy. They were marked by red cheeks and ruby lips.
' How - about dancing everyone?' - Piston proposed.
The ladies all applauded the idea. At the gents of love which are cherished by real women everywhere. The contrary did not go for the men. One wandered off for another drink and Piston's brother-on-law went up to the library.
Corinne turned on the phonograph. I invited Pnrita to dance with me.
She danced in the same manner as before when I last danced with her. The stomach plunging forward, breathing deeply and her cheek touching mine. I have to admit, I had a boner. She noticed it also, because she came all the closer to me, I could feci her hramhrry bush close in on me underneath her light dress.
She tightened her thighs in order to imprison my bulging cock. Wo danced almost in one place and our fashion of dancing mst have resembled a couple who were in the process of making love. I pressed her shoulder to mine, but had to relinquish this quickly since her husband looked up all of a sadden and spoiled everything.
Next, I invited Oorinne. Her cold beauty was as intriguing as i'urita's warm fiery beauty, but. in another way.
While dancing I fried to find out a little about her.
- Have you known Daniel for a long time?* - I questioned.
- Wvo been married for some five years'
1 tried something in the hope that it would work.
- 'You'll have to pardon inc if I say something of offense. Hut f just can't imagine you two together' - I ventured.
She just looked at me without moving and I seemed to see a cold, bitter look creep over her.
- 'Well first of all ho was thin then, and I wanted to leave my parents before anything else'. -
I continued with my audacity, articulating in a dry voice.
- 'In such a way that if the opportunity presented itself you would have a lover? - I put it as an intrigue.
- 'I won't hesitate for a minute' - Oorinue floored me without missing a step of the dance.
I ttpproehed her with warmth and dignity and her breasts brushed across my chest. I wrapped my arm arund her and applied some male pressure.
- 'Can I see you during the week? - I asked. She appeared to reflect upon this imperiineney.
- 'Not Monday, I have a tea engagement, lint Tuesday if you wish? - she returned.
The (lance finished wi(h a twirl and we separated from each other with the greatest, of ease and refinemnt.
What a strong thing life is and the various couples that live together within it It is always the same the game of money and love. Right until the very end, that desire to please the female and to please one self with one's potency, will continue; that great masculine need.
- 'I know of a fine game' - Piston's brother-in law stammered.
A murmur of impatience filled the rook. As for mc, all these societies games were something I abhorred. They wcr*] stupid and besides the poiut. Why should I believe that this would be different?
- 'We must shut the blinds, - declared the game lover - in order that it will lie completely dark. Then everyoue is going to hide in couples.' -
Everyone took the cue and the venetiaus were shut. There was a light excitation which disturbed the gathering.
I no longer knew who explained the game.
- 'We are going to hide and then there will be a couple who will be the ones to look. You may hide in the house or wherever you wish. But be careful because one of the couples can come bark to the starting without the other couple knowing. It is, as you see, a game of skill' - he bragged.
Still a version of the original erotic hide-and go-seek games that children play.
I was paired off with the sister-in-law of my friend Piston aud we were supposed to hide. They gave us the signal and enough time to id a hiding place. Little did the men know mt they were giving their wives to. They just didn't catch on, and it was simply a case of sheer blindness on their part
- Come on let's hide' - she whispered ibbing me by the hand.
She dragged me across a number of rooms, in one of them I spied a bed aud tried to remain there, but she begged me to go on with her to :iui"[her place.
Hverytimo we passed a ray of light, I took a glance at my partner. She was big and -strong, but exceedingly attractive. She was wearing a woolen dress but it showed off her behind in the best, of ways.
We stumbled into a wood-shed filled with the odor of fresh-cut wood. She shut: the door and rocked it. The well-constructed Mrs. X... was breathing hard.
- 'They'll be pretty clever if they find us hero' -
I advanced majestically and caressed her her breasts. She did not back away. I slipped tay head down to her neck aud took a loviug bite out of it. Then our lips entwined and our mouths opened. She gave me a little saliva, and I know of' no better way of deliciously offering onettelf than this delightful manner.
J slid my band underneath her blouse and gently massaged her creamy teats. Uer tips were hard. I wanted to undo her, but sho protested to this.
- 'No. If someone comes they'll be able to see us. Duck down here away from the window'. -
Wo took a crouching position which made my hiding partner all the more attractive, I fingered my way along the bottom of her thigh until I reached her femininity.
- 'Akhhhaaaaaahhh' - she oozed.
From the second of this iangorous moan, I felt her sex open and begin to lubricate. I became somewhat excited myself and fingered the buxom girl in the sector of her clitoris.
While I was in her land of milk and honey, she. reached into my pants in a search for my Wang. She pressed hard on it.
- 'No, not like that. You're going to force aie to discharge'- I advised.
- 'No. I don't want that'- she became wiser. She was in a frenzy and she even whispered some very passionate words in my ear which she rhewe now and then.
- 'I want you to ejaculate in me. In my little pussy. I want you to explode all that, love sperm ... my belly. Here I'll take off my panties ami |ou can put that gorgeous prick in my bush' - cooed.
She got up and neatly slipped off her shorts. She sprawled on all four like a professional.
- 'Take me from behind. This way they won't sec us.'- she was modeled on her four paws.
- 'Give it to me honey. Screw me good'--she cried.
I really don't remember when my cock was so hard as it was then. She was as wet as the proverbial hen and my rod went in and out with slippery precision. She took the tip of my prick and rubbed it with her divine hands. Ah ! those wonderful painted bauds of a women. I could write a book about them alone.
- 'I want to stick it in your asshole' - I dared.
- 'Do you honestly ?'- she responded without any alarm which the question might normally cause.
I kept up my steady rhthyiu and she came U a halt.
- 'I've never done that, you know' - she lookes sceptical. 'You might hurt me'- she warned.
- 'AH the better. I want to do something that no one as ever done before' -
She prepared herself for her hero. I pulled up my alert instrument and slipped the tip toward her arse-hole. It wouldn't go in so I applied the master's touch with my fingers. I spread the lips apart and ventured inio thai slimey hole which was beginning to growr wet. I worked her over and theu with one push I entered my swollen cock into that heavenly region.
She wan shaking with joy. She must of tonic three times at least. She twisted her head around to sink her tongue in my throat in an offering of thauks to her new professor.
When I started to pump in her she let out tiny cries of pain. She wasn't wet enough and she would simply contract and suck in and almost gwallow my prong just to the middle of ray bulging balls.
Her great diversion of growing warm with ondulating movements caused me to gradually come. I tried to hold off. I disengaged my prick and she grew a bit angry.
- 'That's not the time, you bastard'- and she set off to having a pleasure by herself. She lingered her sex with rigid rubbing movements.
This excited me all the more. I crawled upon ber like a small beast.
- 'Do you like to pull the hair of a woman ? Please hurt me. I want to be hurt by |nn.' - she pleaded.
I lifted my hand and let it fly right in the middle of her behind. But the noise made us atop ail of a sudden.
- 'This makes too much noise. I'll try the side of my hand. But let me warn you that it hurts'- he told her.
-- 'AH the better, my love'- she said in a grave voice.
With my fingers joined together I let her have it. She took a lacing on the back and across her frisy and a few on her face and many on her behind. Her thighs were wef with come. I even exhausted myself and falling upon her I entered.
She shreiked as my agitation grew aud my strokes rounded out and drove home. I could no longer hold off, neither could she. Our sperms joined aud we trembled together like two earthl-ings after a storm.
She was the first to reach her practical senses and she reached for her woolen dress and put it back on. We scrambled around in the dark like two furtive animals and before going back into the grand hallway, we kissed for the last time. Still remaining almost total strangers.
No one showed any surprise that we were away too long.
- - 'Anyway, we passed on agreeable evening' -my pal Piston offered.
Who could say that be was wrong? Certainly not I.