Chapter 13
I was too much in love with Mrs. Bayer to consider this spectacle as a comedy and my respect for her held as strong as ever. My love for this woman caused me to be indifferent to the other girls. I had never thought just how Monica felt in sucking off someone who was going through the act. I failed to give Simone a second thought. Simone of the "female pussies" could perhaps have other joys that I didn't know about.
I looked in on the scene and just had vague notions of what was happening. I never tried to analyze the scene for I was too jovial and spontaneous to do so.
Now that a mannequin was busy licking Corrine's splendid ass and another was sucking the dick of little Alan, the Bayer couple were recharged with new energy and exciting trembles.
Two other models dressed as men joined George and myself. One of them took George's cock and placed it in her mouth and the other discovered my bare ass and shoved a wiggly tongue into my butthole.
This gal with the bow tie was a master at licking up asses. I could tell by her super-treatment. She wet her tongue and circled my hips and then ran down my backbone right down to my cunt. Then with several strong licks entered the region of my buttocks. She sucked to the right and then to the left, before penetrating the anal hole which she saved until last.
The mannequin who so geometrically possessed my ass must have been an artist for she was gifted with a superb sense of harmony and technique.
I appreciated her tactics for I twitched with each new movement and tongue stroke.
Soon Corrine and Alan ejaculated with a thunderbolt of joyful cries. George and I followed their highly thrilling come and we fell into a heap.
Toward evening after a good rest, we recommenced the game of disguise and we buggered and sucked away. I didn't know whether I was being taken by a man or a woman, and frankly I didn't care.
[ remember that a real cock took me from behind at the same time I was digging my false prick into an ass which was either masculine or feminine. I just don't recall.
Fortunately I liked both sexes. This allowed me to pass from one to another without troubling myself with the question of which was which.
Nevertheless, I was always overjoyed to meet these people who were so unusual and non-conformist.
Later on, I understood that if George Monk appeared less specialized than the others it was because he was more deep and more universal than his friends.
If these people remained in their own domain of lesbianism or homosexuality, George knew other domains and his research was far greater.
I discovered all this when George introduced me to a mystic cult.
But before I continue, I should like to answer a question that the reader is no doubt dying to ask.
Why did George take me with him everywhere he went and in such strange places?
First of all, because he was a dear friend and after observing my curiosity he learned to acceot me as a soul who was as curious and hopeful to learn as he.
But the principal reason for my company was that I served as a means of exchange. The masters of the properties that we visited would only give their merchandise in exchange for something that George was capable of giving and this case it happened to be me. And since I was not only agreeable, but obedient as well and always ready for the utmost in sensual pleasures, George was able to use me to obtain erotic treasures with these people.
One day he asked me if I wanted to have a new experience.
"What kind?" I asked, a little sceptical.
"Don't worry. This time it is a spiritual experience and not a physical one."
I had never been deceived by the visits that I had made with George and so therefore I consented to trail along once again.
After swearing to never reveal where I was to go, he took me that night in his car and we drove off to a strange temple in the countryside.
We arrived about midnight. George rang the bell which was used for night visitors like ourselves. A door, heavy as lead, opened slowly and two eyes peered at us from behind two dark eyelashes. A faint light helped us to distinguish a man cloaked in white...