Chapter 8
She was radiant, profound and lucid. She dominated me and the entire situation. I had the impression that we were only puppets and she was the one who was pulling all the strings. Superb creature that she was. She looked at us like a lion tamer would look at his beasts. It was astonishing that she didn't have a whip in her hand, for that was all she needed. She was not one of us. She was superior and everyone noticed this.
And somehow she condescended to find an interest in me, who was probably the most humble of all the females in that spacious room. She threw me a kiss and smiled warmly. I would never be able to describe what was happening inside of me.
No man ever pleased me as much as that woman.
Without speaking to me, she continued to smile -a smile that became progressively milder. She embraced me and her hand slipped to my neck and kissed me. Her kisses burned into me as though I were drinking some strong potion. It was like drinking vodka. She continued to embrace me and her hand slipped down to my thighs.
We spread out like two lovers. I was a little bit at loss to know what role I should play. A dizzy drunkenness took hold of me and I was devoid of any initiative in the affair.
My partner looked me steadily in the eyes and asked softly.
"Please help me off with my clothes."
'' Certai nly." I was anxious enough to do so.
While I was kissing her, my fingers which were in an awful state of excitation ran to unbutton her. She wanted to help me but I kept her from it.
"No, please Madame, let me. I want to do it alone," I insisted.
"Don't call me Madame, just call me Corrine. I want you to be my friend," she said softly and endearingly.
Finally I finished undressing her.
She remained almost naked except for her bra and panties. She was like a goddess. Although she was a woman already of middle age, she had a figure much like a girl of 23. Her charm was in her sensuality. She made me think of the month of autumn. In that season all kinds of odors are evident and there is turbulence in the atmosphere. It is a season of mellow fruitfulness, as a great poet has said. She surpassed my wildest imagination. I caressed her form and found her skin to be as soft as silk and as sweet as honey. Her skin was of a golden color and the sight the touch and the smell of it dazzled me. I became her slave literally for I was imbued with her loveliness.
I crushed my lips against hers and she must have sensed my desire for her. My hands cupped her breasts and I tried to creep into her bra. Another passionate hand slid under her slip and was searching for that sacred hole. I touched her vagina and it shot thrills up my spine.
Corrine and myself were victims of the purest sentiments. We were not only spiritually entwined, but out physiques longed for one another. We were caught in that strange cataclysm that two human beings often long for. What wonderful destruction can the mad thrusts of an orgy bring about?
She was the most harmonious of human beings for me. I drank her in like a powerful brew. Her hands worked on me like electricity and she was searching my silky pussy hair. When she placed her finger in my cunt, I thought the whole world would crumble. She was masterful and her touch was a tonic. She was less of a friend now and she was becoming my amante, my lover whom I desired with all the strength of my sex. We rubbed each others clitoris and then started to masturbate one another. Her clean well-polished hand was in the adored region of my sex. And I in return was plumbing her delightful fruit. What bliss!
"I adore you," I confessed to her. "Can I ever express my admiration for you. From the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I have been bewitched. You are the most natural and charming thing that I ever knew." I declared all my burning sentiments.
"I also loved you from the beginning," she confided and stuck her finger deep into my moist, hot pussy. I thought I would lose my reason.
It was the first time in my life that I had fallen in love with a woman. And what a surprising pleasure. Here I was bathed in lesbianism, a shocking thing many might say, but I loved her with my entire being.
My new passion was making me something extraordinary and I became eloquent and supreme. Words filled my mouth and they flowed like honey. If they would have been recorded they would have been the makings of some wonderful poetry.
I unbuttoned her bra and let it slip off and then I reached for her expensive and delicate panties, for I had to have her nude.
Her slip became troublesome and she took it off by herself to ease matters. Before me I saw her love nook with its splendid frizzly hair as though it had undergone a permanent by an artist.
Corrine was as careful about her own negligee as she was about the undergarments of her models. Her skin was fresh and perfumed. It made me drunk just to have a whiff of it. But her skin and body were too beautiful for me to bite, although I was dying with envy to do so.
Corrine reposed on the carpet and drew me up to her.
"Come and caress me, masturbate me and kiss me," she ordered me with a voice that became hoarse with desire.
I let myself drift to her side and for the first time in my life, I stuck my tongue up her vagina.
Her opening was like that of an ass-hole but infinitely cleaner. It was of the finest proportions imaginable; and so delightfully wet with her lubrication which seemed to rest on her pussy like drops of dew.
As for her ass-hole, there were traces of excrement but it was embedded within her lovely skin. I found her cunt much more attractive, and richer in matter that was repulsive and delicious at the same time. It made a dandy dish for someone who was as excited as myself.
While I am writing these pages, I am trying to analyse the difference between a vagina and an anus. Now, the idea of making love with a woman and not a man, came as a complete surprise. Stretched out under me with her breasts nude and opulent, arching her back, Madame Bayer clenched her teeth, narrowed her eyes and became almost unrecognizable, crazed by her sensuality.
"Stick your tongue in deeper, my child," she cried. "I beg you... Touch me everywhere. Nip at my pussy. Finger my clitoris... How good it it, but please go deeper."
Finally I understood that I wasn't going to satisfy her with just my tongue, I had to make use of my fingers. Corrine was delirious with desire. I introduced my index finger into her pink cunt and began to rub energetically.
She showed that she was happy with my procedure and encouraged me on:
"That's good, my love... You learn quickly... You will make a great lover... Your born talented... But don't stop... Screw... Fuck me, that's it..."
I was happy to give her pleasure I twisted my tongue in and out and my fingers were everywhere on her gorgeous body. She began to breathe deeply, sighing and turning her head from side to side, but still holding back her orgasm. She got up on her elbows in order to contemplate the person who was exciting her, and then let go off a howl, and still she had not attained the high pitch of the act.
"No, I can't come like that," she admitted finally. "I have never been able to..." she faltered. "It's hopeless every time I try it with a new girl. I need certain sensations of a more violent nature to thoroughly bring me my pleasure..."
And she turned to call some one. It was the redhead who was standing close by.
"Monica... Come here, please..."
Then with difficulty she got to her feet in search of her extravagant pleasure. I stood at her side, waiting planted on my knees not knowing what to do.