Chapter 8

We were sitting at the counter of a snack bar, my mom (Mr. Brady) and I, drinking coffee.

- 'You're looking good' - he beamed. - 'It's always a good idea to take off a few days before going back to work. However, you seem to still be a little worn out.' -

If he had know the real reasons for this lack of sleep.

His mouth still munching on a doughnut, he drew up our future plans.

- 'We're going to leave in a quarter of an hour. I want to avoid the traffic. We should be in Cincy by night.' -

'Who are going to wee exactly? -

- 'Mr Verdel, a seed expert, who is well known in the region. His place is near the city itself...' - ho went on.

- 'He has never tried our brand and if he likes it, he'll have a great influence in the region.' -

Lot's go. All well and good. Work has to be done sooner or later. So wo were going to the house of a cultivator who would be pouring tea down our throats and boring us every minute. Some dusty old books and a farmer's wife who has never learned to flirt.

- 'I think you can see the importance of our mission' - my boss confided in me.

- 'Who me? -

- 'Of course you. Who else do you think I asked?' -

I was day-dreaming and consequently hundreds of mental miles away. I thought of the woods of last night, the amusement park, the hospital and all that I was going to have to give up.

Ten hours in a car. All that asphalt and the villages which resemble each other. Every once in a while Mr. Brady would swear at an automobilist who pulled too far out and cut him off the road.

- 'If everyone drove like that we would all be in the hospital' -

I have just noticed that until now I haven't you about my boss. A trip like this gives an opportunity to study someone much closer.

Well his physical character was just the same as his moral character, completely ordinary.

However he wasn't a bad fellow, lie was rather small and round. Mr. Brady was about fifty and balding and ho could be dubbed as a typical road salesman. He like dirty jokes and songs and took thorn in good grace At least he wasn't a puritan.

-' The first marine found a bean...' he sang. That's it here it comes. That touch of vulgarity.

- ' and shit all over the submarine' -

We really had very little in common. Only once were we together for an occasion. That was for an agricultural fair outside of Akron.

I remember that lewd wink he gave me after dinner. There's a bordello right by here' - he whispered.

He seemed astonished that I didn't know Virginia or Mary (the Creole with the body of a goddess). We went up a winding road and he informed me that this was one of those authentic bordellos which was unusual to see nowadays.

We entered that ill-famed house and were, rightly received. There were a bevy of young ladies and Mr. Brady bid me to choose. He even mentioned that he knew what it was like to be young and another lewd wink pierced his eye. He even hinted that it was on him and he'd pay for the show.

I chose a youngster thin as a wasp with the ass of a young boy. She didn't even want to take off her brassiere. She had claimed that she had just got over a cold and that she didn't want to recatch it. She had a difficult time getting me hard. She tried every method and was like a worker who was aiming at a promotion.

- 'What's wrong with you ?'- she scolded. - 'My clients never have any trouble. They say that there isn't a better blower than I in the entire region'-

I finally got hard. And in complete boredom I pushed my pistol into her satchel. I came quickly to get the damn thing over with. She let out a few howls which were strictly commercial and then we followed each other down the winding staircase.

There I met my buddy boss who was swigging a scotch. He presented me with a large, vapid grin.

- 'You old fart you. You really took your time. What did you do to the poor girl ?'- My boss was a regular card.

Since that time we never debauched, lie must have thought it was less expensive to pay for a few apertifs then a round at the bordel. Mr. Brady wasn't the easiest with his money.

We were entering the outskirts of Cincinnati a road sign indicated. Mr. Brady stopped the car and bumbled for his address book. Our guest was awaiting us and Mr. Brady was proud of keeping appointments on time.

We knocked on the door of Mr. Verdel's country home. Mr. Brady was bursting with pride.

We were received by a dignified lady who had a nice healthy neck and who was a little too decorated for a farm wife. She led us into the parlor where we engaged in superficial conversation and munched graham crackers with butter anal drank milk.

There was a knocking a the door.

- That should be my daughter'- Mr. Verdel announced.

A young lass of about nineteen entered. Her legs were short and her chest region was rather interesting. Her face was freckled and not too pretty. I thought that I detected a sort of sly look, but why imagine things. She wore round horned-rimmed glasses.

I tried to make her out but the glasses were a hit too thick. While the two grown heavy men exchanged business terms the girl and I looked each other over.

-- 'If you would like, I'll show you my green houses so you'll get a good idea of the place' - the agricultural man told us.

We said good-bye at the door. And I had something to say to the young girl but it was just a little too late. Once in their car, I was safe from a possible indiscretion.

At the green house I was bored by the presence of so many plants and the discussion carried on by the two men. I wandered off, my hands in my pockets, to explore the nooks and crannies. In a corner of the glass house sprinkled with sparse light, I could make out two figures in a clinch.

On a closer glance, I made out that the two who were locked in a embarrass were the young farm lass, the daughter of Mr. Verdel and probably a farm lad who was wearing working blue.

The boy leaned the girl up against a temporary lean-to and slid his hand up her dress and then with the other unbuttoned himself. Out flew a magnificent rod which fumbled for a place near the open skirt of the girl. She reached down to grab it and her hand gripped it as though if were a hand-brake.

This was all I had to to see in order to pre- pure my campaign. I came back to where the two men were, and they had hardly noticed my absence. I was a bit disgusted at being so neglected that I strolled back to where the luscious farm girl and her companion were sipping the fragrance of the farm night.

I was surprised by the bespectacled lass who came up from behind. She had her hair undone and her mouth was still humid.

- 'You must have lost you're way ?'- she cooed.

- 'I thought that I would be able to see something to my linking around here'- My remark had caused her to redden.

She looked at me to find out whether I had seen anything. I felt I had her like a cat with a mouse. I played:

- 'After all we're not alone.'- I hinted.

- 'Not alone '!'- she squeeked.

- 'Well there's your father and Mr. Brady and myself' -

- 'Oh yes of course!- she felt reassured.

Then I decided to react. I grabbed her wrist and swung her around.

- 'Listen you little bitch. I saw everything in the greenhouse a minute ago. What if your parents should find out, that you make love to the farm hands? I'll make a treaty with you.

We haven't much time so I'll tell you what it is. Since you like men enough to run into the more rustic regions of the farm, you certainly will be more at ease in a bedroom. Tonight, right at the dot of midnight, I want you to come up to my room. If you don't come, I will be compelled to call upon your parents and tell them everything.' -

- 'Oh please Mister don't do that'- she begged.

I searched her eyes to see what she would decide.

- 'I swear to you that I'm a virgin' -

- 'That doesn't matter. I'll respect your virginity, but come at the time I indicated'- I said gallantly.

I rejoined the men and they seemed to be getting on to each other. We all headed back to the farm house and prepared for dinner. At dinner we brimmed with hunger and a hearty stew was placed in front of us. The young girl seemed to be sulking. When offered her share of the victuals, she refused to take any.

- 'Excuse my daughter. It's the age she's going through'- declared Mrs. Verde!.

If the old gal only really knew'. We all ate heartily with the exception of the junior at the table. After a warm cup of tea, we politely excused ourselves this time and trundled off to bed.

It was about eleven thirty and I was preparing my toilet. In a few minutes my little victim would be creeping in.

A quarter to twelve. The minutes crept by slowly. I surveyed the situation. My boss was sleeping down at the end of the hall. He would not suspect what would ensue.

As the minutes grew nigh, I remember the words of a great French lover who said: "The best moments of love are the minutes before, the waiting of the beloved's foot-steps at the door.'

The silence became stifling. Finally there was a light scratching at the door. I opened and the slip of a kid timidly entered. She was neatly scrubbed and wore a clean sparkling blouse.

- "I came'- she said. That gave me a great deal of pleasure, but I didn't to show it. - "Don't make any noise'- I warned. As she passed in front of me, I had the taste of a refreshing perfume and the grace of a young country girl. She sat down and asked : 'What do you wish?' -

I must admit that I found myself a little awkward much as though I were a school boy in front of his first success. - 'Take everything off'- I ordered.

She obeyed. Off came the blouse and the skirt. Her shoulders were thin and white. She wriggled out of her slip and in so doing so, she showed a wonderful structured behind. Her thighs were nicely rounded and her calves were strong. I saw her tuft of hair and her smooth back. The pleasure chilled me and I was unaware that my prick was as rigid as a board.

She took of her brassiere and displayed two small teats with rose nipples. Although she, remained completely nude, she kept her horned-rimmed glasses on. Maybe she was just modest.

It was my turn now and I slowly undressed myself.

She kept her eyes glued on me and I couldn't tell what she was thinking of behind those thick glasses of hers. She must have seen the indecent bump in my trousers. I undid my pants and let them slip to the floor. Then came my under-shorts and that was all. We were standing nude before each other like Adam and Eve.

I seated myself in an armchair, my dick flagging the air. - 'We agreed that you would do anything I asked you, provided that your virginity would not be lost'- I restored this to her memory.

She nodded her head in approval.

I ordered her to march around the room and lift her arms and then hold her breasts. She obeyed like a tin soldier.

I found it exciting to give someone orders. For me, she lay on the floor and spread her legs like an eagle does his wings and I studied her valve region.

- 'Take this old hat and put it on your head'- I commanded.

She did just that. Then she was asked to cover up her rear-end with it. Also she accomplished this ridiculous task. When she dropped the hat, I slapped her rump resoundingly. She let out a cry.

Without giving her a chance to whimper, I pounced her on the bed. She looked up at me hesitatingly, and I looked down at her pussy. I enjoyed looking at this area of the female sex. Her great lips were wet with natures humidity.

I rubbed my fingers around that region and played with the entrance to the vagina. I amused myself by pulling out a little hair now and then. She hurled a muffled cry. My trainee puffed desiringly and at the same time repressed her natural desires for there was an imposition placed upon them. Between desire and the loss of the will, she could not find her proper course.

But she couldn't buck nature. As I placed my hand under her rear-end, I found a flow of lubrication. She couldn't help it. The girl became dizzy with pleasure. I rubbed till my fingers ached. Her fruit became crimson and over-ripe and she wrestled around like a dog with too many fleas. Then she bucked up three or four times and let out a lingering moan.

After all I'm only human and I coudn't control my emotions. I encircled her fingers on my prick.

- "Jack me off'- I ordered.

She pulled up and down and not too skillfully. The tip of my cocks was getting wet. Then she implored me:

- 'Penetrate me, please' - she whispered. But I didn't want to strip her of her virginity.

I knew as Don Juan knew that to do a young girl dishonor is to do them the greatest honor. They remain attached for life after such a mission. Take her virginity away and she becomes a slave.

Without a single loss of time, I brought her toward me and turned her over and taking a glimpse of her rounded buttocks said :

- 'Don't move'- (This was said with an ele- ment of tendernesss, regard less of the passing event.

I put my prick in the crevice of her two rumps and began to rub up and down. Frankly I find this preferable to the ass-hole treatment. Tt is true that to fuck a woman in the butt is sometimes a sheer delight as well as a painful method.

The woman in her mounted up once again and she became wet for the second time. The tip of my cock was playing with the idea of entering her cunt and then her ass-hole. We were violently thrown into a state of ecstasy. This particular position causes a great excitation to the most part of women needless to say of what it does to the men. She responded accordingly and the thumps of my massive dick on her buttocks caused a strange hysteria.

We then got on all fours in order to enjoy our voluptuousness more. I felt her hand wondering toward my balls which were ready to explode, Every time they would slap against her behind they would ring with joy. I felt that she was ready to come and stuck fingers into her asshole one after another, She contracted and then let out a sharp cry that filled the air.

I knew that that my turn was coming and grabbed her young breasts, took a deep breath and pushed into the ditch of her ass. My spasm unburden a hot liquid which rolled up on her back.

Before my act was accomplished, the surprising young girl rolled over on her back and pulled my dick to her mouth. She sucked on it until I was dry. Anyone would have thought that she couldn't stand that a drop of the delicious liquid should go to waste.

- 'Those people were very kind'- my boss said to me as we climbed into his car.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I agreed whole heartedly, but for different reasons.

Several reflections were offered by my illustrious patron, such as : 'We've got our foot in the door there'. Or 'That young girl of theirs is going to make a wonderful wife.' -

He kept up this boring side talk all the way to Columbus.

After this fatiguing journey you probably want to wash up and change'- Mr. Brady asked.

If he was only talking about the road trip, alright. As for other things, well I just remained amused.

- 'Be at the office tomorrow'- he ordered.

Well finally I was coming down to earth. I would have to be a good boy now.

Mr. Brady suggested a restaurant that was recommended by a longtime friend of his who lived in Columbus. And besides a hearty meal after a wearisome trip wasn't a bad idea.

How was I to know that the waitress would be exactly my type? And all that with a perfect meal. Wine and strawberries for dessert. Mr. Brady really shoved in a load of food. He ordered a coffee to close with and even the manager of the restaurant, a bloatsome husky woman of forty-five offered us a Cognac on the house.

Nothing was so comforting as a stout dinner which made the trip to Cleveland all the better. On the way, I thought over one of my strange experiences that I had in the Lake City. I met a young lady at a bar in Cleveland and we saw each other frequently. Naturally my pursuit was a question of love, but she was a virgin. I extracted her from that disease and we became temporary lovers, I recall that she never really liked to make love and that with me she never reached her orgasm.

She probably thought I was a lousy lover. Now what I was thinking of in the automobile was of renewing my acquaintance to compare the past with the present.

I called her up as soon as I got to Cleveland. She did not hesitate to invite me over to her place.

- 'Of course come right over and bring something to eat'- she suggested.- 'I have even invited a friend we have in common, Martha.' -

Martha was a big blond, attractive and slim. She was a real character, married twice and with three children to look after. My old friend was called Muriel and she was as dark as the other was blond. The evening would be an agreeable one with the two shades of color surrounding me.

I bought some meat at the butchers and then bought some Chianti wine. I did not want to deny the best for that night.

When I rang the bell it was Martha that answered the door. She warmly shook my hand and invited me in. I had never seen the apartment so elegantly furnished.

Muriel came in with a pink apron on. She looked ravishing. -- 'Hello old timer'- she greeted me. - 'You'll have to wait a while, because I am right in the middle of preparing dinner. I hope you like raviolis'- she smiled.

Martha offered me an appertif. Apparently she did not forget my old habits. -'Here's to ye'- she winked.

We sat down side by side on the divan with our appertifs in band. Martha was myopic and this gave her eyes a certain softness. She wore her hair up and this showed the lovely contour of her neck. Her lips were full and her teeth sparkling white. She wasn't at all an unattractive gal.

This was not; the first time we met. We had drunk an appertif together about a year before when she was going with a law student. She married him and then ran off to live with a State official. She was a very sincere girl and she was entitled to all the caprices she wished as long as long as she didn't have to lie.

Her State official found himself wronged at an important dinner when she ran off with another dignitary. Martha was always up to dreamy little tricks as she put it.

After the law student and the state official, Martha became engaged to a lion tamer. His name was Armando an he was a cultivated, talented Italian. He looked so refined that one would have thought that he was a poet and not a lion tamer.

The director of the circus in which Armando performed burst out laughing at a suggestion of Armando's.

- 'Let's not lose our heads old fellow. You can do what ever you want with the lions but don't try taming them blindfolded'- advised the director.

When he went on the road, Armando began to drink because he was far from his beloved Martha. He began to take risks. One day he tried to stick his head between the lioness's jaws. II is one of the rare cases in history in which a tamer's head rolled out of a lion's mouth. Martha needless to say was horrified when she learned her lover's folly. But since, Martha has had other adventures.

All these stories were not told to me by Martha herself but rather by her friends. This is the way stories usually are handed down. Muriel came into the dinning room in a gorgeous red robe. The meal began with a mixed salad filled with anchovies. We even had the fine humor of feeding an anchovie to our partner. That means I got fed twice and the girls were fed by me. What this could lead to nobody could guess but me.

- 'Your a doll' - Muriel cooed catching her anchovie.

I gazed into her eyes and got a healthy sign just before she wheeled off her chair to go into the kitchen.

She came back with a second plate of victuals. In the meantime I took the occasion to start up a conversation with Martha.

- 'I'm really happy to have bumped into you once again. I was hoping for that a long time' - I stated.

Martha gave a return smile much in the manner off all women who have received a compliment.

The rest of the dinner went along joyously well. We drank much wine and made many toasts to the health of all. As a little game, I put a ravioli between my lips and passed it on to Martha. Our lips joined and I thought that I remarked an amused look in her eyes.

Only Muriel did not find that funny. And yet she didn't have any claim over me for it had been some time since we were together. What did she have in mind? If the projects were plea-sureable then I didn't care.

The conversation turned into the realm of sheer gossip. Had I heard about Roger? No? Well it seemed that Roger's name was on the lips of every Clevelander. He risked everything for some tempestuous enjoyment and his love-making was a scandal throughout town.

Once at a grand reception it seemed as though Roger had introduced a superb brunette to a local industrialist. From sources she was considered the best pro. in town. At the same ball a high ranking commissioner fell for the fine lady and this created a scene of some sort. She finished off by having both of them and at the same time. This sharing party was known only by Roger and the three. The industrialist and the commissioner have agreed to buy Roger a new appartment and a late model convertible.

- 'Roger's the one who has introduced love parties to Cleveland. He claims that making love in pairs or fours is practiced and desired by a great deal of the upper classes. They even are appalled at the idea, but at the same time, they have learned to receive some genuine pleasure from it.'

Muriel confided us with extraordinary bit of information.

Martha raised her glass for a toast and then with an extravagant gesture she let some sprinkle on her blouse. Despite ourselves we began to laugh.

- 'Rub it off with cold water' - Muriel advised.

- 'It would be better if you took it off' -

I agreed to this. - 'Go ahead I'll help you' - I unbuttoned the front and even kissed her bare shoulder. Martha had on a red brassiere which was in the form of two cups. When Muriel left for the kitchen, I took my advantage and tenderly kissed the neck of Martha. Then I slipped a caressing hand on her breasties. She drew back, although I sensed that she enjoyed this.

- 'Be careful. What if Muriel should come right back?

As matter of fact Muriel did come right back and we both, Martha and I, sank back into our indifference. But our reddened faces must have given us away.

- 'It will be dry in a few minutes' ..... Muriel declared.

I played the part of a Pasha.

- 'It isn't fair that one of my friends is stripped of her blouse. Muriel you should take yours off also. Go ahead be sweet and take yours off.' - I pleaded.

They began to laugh.

- 'You'll be a little shocked. You ought to know that I don't wear anything underneath' -Muriel told us.

-'Oh let me see' - said the furious Martha.

Muriel took up the dare and let her shirt slip from her shoulders. She displayed two heavy breasts, brown and glistening with two violet tips. Martha admired them and even extended a hand to greet them.

Muriel laughed nervously. - 'Let's see yours. And you sitting there saying nothing come and help us, You're the man' --

I unfastened the clasp of my partner's bra with a great deal of care. Her breasts were a little fallen but the nipples were held high in the air. They resembled the ears of a hunting dog, but were much nicer. I had a strange idea.

I wanted to see the two girls kiss each other. I wanted to see the breasts of the two women crush up against one another.

Martha's healthy mouth came up to mine and I immediately plunged my hot down her throat. She held my tongue tightly between her teeth, and then devoured my red tongue. I pulled it from her hungry mouth and offered it to Muriel.

But instead of giving it to Muriel I brought the two ladies together. Martha tried to back away and even bit my hand in doing so. I was breathing hard especially from forcing the two to join mouths. Finally their lips touched and with a happy sigh Muriel introduced her pointed tongue into the mouth of Martha.

The two women became locked in an embrace that was much like two warriors combatting. The twisted and rubbed each others breasts. Their mouths were filled with humidity, and their breathing became more relaxed and more languorous.

During all this I did not want to remain idle. I slid a seeking hand under Martha's skirt. She tightened her knees but soon gave way when my fist broke through. I aimed for the thigh and farther on I entered the bush country, and the lower belly region. One of my fingers pushed through her sex.

- "Get undressed' - I ordered.

No sooner commanded then done. Their clothes flew into the four corners of the room. I even hastily undressed myself. In a few seconds I was standing there stark nuked with my dick signaling in the air, wavering between the two nude girls whose bodies were so lovely and yet completely different one from the other.

One had a brown sturdy body with shiny skin. Her breasts were big and sure. They beckoned for a mouth to suck them. Muriel was more gifted in the lower region. She had a voluptuous ass. The slit between was enchanting and lured a hand to separate them and enjoy the wonderful pleasure of the warmth and ooze. Martha full-blown and brown contrasted with Muriel who was tender, blond and willowy. The bodies contrasted in wild delight. I could no longer retain myself.

I grabbed both of them and brought them to the bed. There Muriel decided to have some uncalled for scruples. - 'No, I don't wish to. It's too foolish.' - Martha who seemed to be the stronger willed of the two seduced the errant Muriel by giving her a large passionate kiss. I pushed the two onto the bed. I rolled on top of them, but with the plan of having my pleasure sprinkle forth in the buxom Martha and not Muriel.

I tempted Martha by the swelling movement of my hips and the long full strokes I exerted on her friend. I saw Martha savoring my ass which was hanging in the air. Muriel came quite rapidly, probably from the nouveaute of the experience. I did not let on that I wanted Martha badly and simply cuddled closer to Muriel.

Then Martha come up to my still-rigid prick and with cat-like grace licked it from the balls on up. She put the the tip in her mouth and then slid down to my buttocks. She repeated the act two or three times before rising up from her knees.

She then straddled me and fixed herself in a position to masturbate and enjoy the comfort of my hardened dick. My instrument became the means of her pleasure. When I tried to help her with some loving fingers she brushed them away and continued in her business.

Muriel had. crept out of her lethargy and eyeing the spectacle she once again became excited. Martha intrigued her no end. She buried her face in Martha's rear and with, a snake-like tongue ferociously aimed at deeper grounds.

Martha was still in command of my over-swollen prick. I felt her shaking and shivering all the more and more. In one huge spring she jumped up, freeing herself from my cock.

- 'Muriel get up and let's rub our teats together' - Martha puffed.

I was left in the lurch and I was like a spectator watching two lustful actresses who were glowering and hungry. They were bristling with wet hot liquid which seemed to stream from their sex.

Martha came first in an earth-shattering moan. I thought I heard her say to her companion' - Oh how I love it' -

My belly became wet with Martha's come. She shook her head as one who is recovering from a dream and glanced down at me.

- Haven't you had your pleasure yet?' - she asked.

- 'No.' -

She helped me up, and Muriel was already in log position. I rammed my joint in her arse-hole. At the same time Martha licked my stick and the sex of her friend. It was a powerful, exciting moment. Martha's tongue remained active.

When I was ready to come, I lifted the passionate Martha op by the waist and lay her astride the bed. With one deep thrust I penetrated her and inundated her with my hot sperm.

I let everything I had out and my body shook in the warmth of the night.