Chapter 11
I followed her in another room where the handsome lady opened a wardrobe filled with lingerie and another one which was studded with dresses. She asked me to choose one in which I would be particularly pleasing.
I obeyed her and slipped on a nylon bra that was like a gloved hand holding up my delectable breasts. I put on a black lace garter belt and chose a pair of the finest dark nylon hose. Then I picked out a pair of vulgar orange shoes which gave me the air of a wellpaid prostitute. The dress glued to my body and the decollete' which showed off my upper region, gave me the look of a desirous woman.
While I was admiring myself in front of the spacious mirror, Corrine was dressing herself. Once again she became the ravishing creature of a few nights ago. Her elegance was thorougly impeccable.
Arm in arm we walked into the room where we awaited George and Alan. Upon seeing us the writer rose up and greeted us.
"How pretty you both are. Just to see you makes me get hard."
He took Corrine in his arms and wished to seduce her, but she pushed him away with a smile.
"No, not that, please. I'm going to strip in front of you and I'll excite you if you accept to take Alan from the behind."
George hesitated a few seconds, but his desire to see Corinne in the nude again was greater than his aversion for her husband. He finished by turning toward Alan and saying:
"Give me your rear-end old man."
"With the greatest of pleasure, my dear friend," and he turned to lower his pants and stuck out his posterior. His behind was thin and child-like. His asshole was very large as though it had been gouged out by many cocks of different shapes and sizes. It was a true fairy's ass who loved the erotic charges from the rear.
Without even watching him, George unlimbered his cock and directed it toward Alan's back. He didn't stick it in, but Alan grabbed it and pushed it into his anal center. He let out some healthy cries of pleasure.
"Oh, it's good, very good, my darling man. Now go in deeper, please."
George grabbed him by the shoulders and began to attack him, without taking his eyes off of Corrine.
"Now it's your turn to hold your promise," he cried.
Madame Bayer looked at me and asked.
"Undress me and be very sensual about it. That will excite me at the time it will also excite George."
I agreed and slowly started a strip-tease, the same kind that I saw several times in the cabarets specializing in this kind of eroticism.
I gradually took off my dress and unbuttoned my bra always pushing out my hips and my breasts.
Corrine awaited my stripping and then prepared to be stripped in turn. When she saw my gestures and the fashion in which I handled each garment she became excited. Taking off her bra, I was smitten with a terrible sensation and wanted to bite into the lovely rounded teats. She began to wiggle, and I copied all her movements as though I had already rehearsed them a dozen times before.
When I took off her slip, I had to steel myself to keep from displaying my desire. I was consummed with a hot futile passion.
While her lower belly was offered to the dazed eyes of the loving George, I continued to undress and reveal my frizzy bush. The show was fascinating in it's peculiar perversity.
Corrine flipped around and completely tantalized George, while George was stimulated into giving Alan a certain thrill. George and Alan always together were delirious with joy. Alan served as an intermediary partner. What George truly wanted was the lovely Corrine.
Alan who loved it in the ass let out a bray of delight. While the writer charged him in the ass, Corrines' husband looked strange and it was hard to believe he could go through those contortions.
His eyes were half-closed and his mouth half-opened and he was slobbering from the mouth.
Meanwhile George who was digging into Alan's asshole became hot just looking at the ravishing Mrs. Bayer. He must have had the impression that he was making love with her and he was drunk with the idea that he was possessing her, even from far away. He cried put.
"I'm screwing you good, bitch...You have always refused me...But now I've got you...You're mine...Does that please you my little pro? Now you know what it is like to have a real prick stuck in you."
Poor George had lost his wits. He could not estimate the distance and he actually felt that he had Corrine there with him.
But Corrine was a little way off and she was moving around with her new nylon stocking and her transparent tissues. She was perched on her high heeled shoes and must have thought she was making love with me.
It was strange to see how we had given ourselves over to the manipulation of dreams and fantasy. We had lost touch with reality and were swimming in the shades of our sensually lost minds.
Suddenly Alan cried out...
"George, you ass-fuck sensationally...I can't take it anymore...I'mcoming...Ah, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
And George hung on to his shoulders without taking his eyes off Corrine.
"I'm coming myself...I'm flooding you, you bitch...Now you know what it is like to be with a man...No more false apparatus and lukewarm come...Feel the hot sperm of a he-man!''
Emptied of his load, George glassy-eyed, fell to the floor where he remained without knowing what had happened. He lost his head in thoughts over Corrine.
At that moment the door flew open and a few models came running in. They were still dressed in their night-gowns and were more undressed than dressed. Their young faces showed no traces of the day before. They all crowded around their boss. She was completely nude and she only had eyes for me.
Corrine came up to me and kissed me square on the mouth. She pushed her sex and breasts and full body along my contours. She was burning with an ardent passion.
"If you only knew how much you please me! I'm ready to do anything you want in order to make you happy. You can never know how much I desire your pleasure. I want to be the cause of it...only me."
I drew her to me and wanted her body as much as she desired me. And in the corner, Alan who was reposing on the floor cried out...
"Don't be egotistical Corrine. You only think of yourself and your friends. If you really want to make someone happy, you should think first of all of George, who wants you with all his might. You couldn't do a better deed than to sleep with George who has a maddening desire for you. Look how he lost his head...The poor darling...You should sacrifice yourself for one time..."
I heard the fiery sentences that came from Alan and for me they were filled with images. I could see George and Corrine making love together, locked in each other's arms. This vision excited me and sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes, you should give yourself to George!" I exclaimed. "He wants you so badly and beside you promised to do anything I wanted. And nothing will delight me more than watching you with George."
Madame Bayer shook with disgust.
"Are you mad? Make love with a man. With my husband perhaps, but not another. No, I don't think that I could, and besides George has just had his pleasure. He couldn't begin again even if he wanted to."
"Oh don't worry about that. One of us will be very happy to bring him into fine shape for the exploit. We'll make him hard again. And even at that, just the idea that he will have you is enough to bring him around."
I was right, for the writer was starting up vigorously and was licking his lips just thinking about possessing the elusive Corrine. And she finished by accepting.
"Alright, I'll put up with this filthy sham, if it will bring you some pleasure. But only if he takes me from behind and not from front...At least that way, I'll be able to think that it is a woman who is penetrating me with a false penis."
"I'll do anything you ask," George responded with his dick getting harder and harder.
He seemed so happy with the permission that he had just received. He often told me of how he desired her ever since they were in the same school together. He always had a streak of passion just looking her up and down.
The models and myself gathered around him to help him get real hard. We sucked him off and played with his balls. Soon his rod was stretched out to magnificent proportions. It became vigorous and was ready to dig in like a club into whatever was placed in front of him.
Corrine was resigned by this new idea:
"This will be the first time I have ever been screwed by a male. I feel as though I myself have some male in me and consequently I don't like the idea of what is going to happen. But however, I gave my word. Now you will have to help me."
We were all ready to follow instructions and we gathered around her and covered her with kisses. And while she let her breasts be fondled and her cunt fingered, George came sneaking up from behind and spread her ass-cheeks apart. Corrine let out a sigh of sensual delight but tried to hide it just as quickly so as not to show any signs of joy.
"It's a woman who is taking me from behind with her false prick, isn't it so?"
"Yes." We all joined in.
"It's you Monica who is screwing me?"
"Yes my love," Monica responded while caressing Corrine's back.
George took his time tasting his flesh which he desired for such a long time. The sight of Corrine's lovely neck, shoulders and shoulder blades as well .as her shapely hips and opulent back caused George to get extremely excited. He pressed the hips of the great Lesbian and attacked her with his most ardent force. He puffed and moaned and although he had just come a few minutes ago, he was ready to come again, this time in the ass hole of the woman he loved.
Corrine breathed more rapidly and asked one of her mannequins to suck her vagina good, specially when the activity reached a driving pitch. The spectacle became a passionate one. George leaned toward her and bit her back. Corrine sighed and begged:
''That's it Monica...Good...Bite me."
George must have remembered that he was in front or rather in back of the woman who had never let him touch her and this thought must have heightened his pleasure. Incapable of hiding his delight and tremendous glee, he bellowed and screeched and then all at once he pressed against his partner's back and discharged into her ass-hole.
Corrine felt the flow of hot sperm in her butt-hole, and as though she always insisted upon rejecting the image of a man, she murmured:
"That's good Monica, your false penis is working very well. It's washing out my ass."
The writer remained a few seconds wrapped around her back and then withdrew, still shaking with his newfound sensations. While one of the girls kept sucking at Corrine's clitoris, more than three of us were plastering kisses all over her. Alan who had seen his wife possessed by George, exclaimed:
"That lay I just saw was wonderful. I am filled with emotion."
And it was true, because he got stiff. His wife saw him in his delirium and cried out to him.
"I let myself be had by George in spite of my profound disgust. And you, the only man that I love, refuse to make love with me. Please be kind to me and replace George in my ass-hole. We will finish this splendid day by having one of the finest days of our relation together. It will be the first time that you have been taken properly by a man and it marks the first time that I have been fucked by a man, my darling."
Alan remained perplexed while we others tried to encourage and prepare him for his wife's desires.
He looked over at George who was wiping the sperm from his cock. A bit flushed he said:
"If George will stick by me all the time I'm with Corrine, I think I'll be able to possess her that way. In that way I'll have the impression that I am with a male and not a female."
It was curious to watch this little scene. The writer however agreed.
He came alongside Alan who took his hands and contemplated the writer's face while his wife took his dick and stuck it in her arse.
"Can I touch your sex and testicles?" Alan asked George.
"Alright, but under one condition, and that is that I want one of the models to be with me so I can feel her up during that time."
There wasn't any trouble in having what he wanted. A blonde, one of the important collaborators of Corrine's firm and who liked men as well as women, condescended to take on the job.
Alan began caressing the testicles of a distracted George whose eyes were elsewhere. The husband was up his wife's derriere and his lovely spouse was being sucked by one of her faithful employees. And during that time the writer was passionately kissing the blonde beauty.
One of the mannequins came up to me and said:
"Do you know you please me very much?"
I looked her over and I didn't find her disagreeable:
"You also, I find you quite likeable," I admitted. She leaned her head on my shoulders and offered me her lips.
"Can I kiss you?" she pleaded.
"Certainly," I returned and I let myself be taken in the arms of the shapely model who brought her stomach up against mine in order to rub her cunt hps with my hairy pussy.
It didn't take us long to become excited.
"Do you want me to take you with a false cock?" she asked me divinely.
The evening before I saw Corrine upholstered with an apparatus made of heavy rubber, but I had never experienced such a dingus.
"I'd like to try it once," I said with a great deal of anticipation and curiosity.
My new friend left me for a few mintues and then came back with a swollen prick tied around her waist. Every step she took the mechanical cock trembled between her thighs. This sight gave me a strange feeling. The combination of man with his weapon and the breasts of a female appeared monstrous.
She did not hesitate to push the cock into my fluff hole. The sudden attack made me groan with pain.
There is something artificial about this device. This strange phallic instrument which rubs into the vagina with a satisfactory cruelty. One has to be accustomed to the attacks of men before being capable of submitting to such an operation. My partner was enjoying herself playing the part of a strong male. She even appeared to be having the kind of pleasure one has when one is being screwed. Her eyes rolled in her head, her teeth grinding away, and her mouth twisting from side to side, and the picture was complete with the bubbles of foan which rolled out of her mouth.
I squeezed her breasts to heighten the sensual pleasure and we were engaged in a hot fuck.
I personally was enchanted by all this. At that moment George who was having his dick licked off by Alan and who was masturbating the blonde girl saw our handsome escapade and beckoned us to come to him.
Now that he had had contact with the proprietor of the house, George felt that he had all the rights, and perhaps he did. We came up to him but with heavy steps for we did not want to break our pairing.
George asked me to continue to make love with my companion. (I don't think I had the intention of stopping) He leaned at my back and whispered in my ear.
"Ah Madeleine, that ass of yours excites me to no end. From the first night I had you in the trolley I have always had the strongest feelings for you."
George let his prick be caressed by Alan who was massaging it masterfully, but he directed it toward my ass. The false dick was still slipping in and out of my cunt. George fell to his knees and stuck a sharp tongue up my ass-hole.
I was being had in the two caverns and the sudden realization sent new thrills into my head and body. Mv excitation was stimulated by the sharp cries of Corrine who was exploding her liquid. She had been screwed in the rear by her husband and sucked off by one of her lovelies and embraced by another one of her faithfuls. She was brought to the dilirium point with a great bit of finesse. That wonderful woman who was imprisoned by her bevy of girls seemed to swoon like a tortured prisoner. But what bliss I couldn't hold back any longer and I came shortly after. I was followed by my partner, whose name I keep forgetting, and who came ecstatically.