Chapter 3
I lied when I said that no boy had ever come near me before Larry. I lied by somission. It sometimes happens that the memory of that spring afternoon at Miss Smacker's disappears completely: And again it happens that it sometimes crowds out all others.
That's what's happening now. Perhaps it is because I'm searching for my lost youth, my adolescence which is lost forever. The sins which I confide are venial. They are but little sins if one compares them to... to those that are to come with the thirty years that we are celebrating tonight.
Miss Smacker's house was a beautiful white building surrounded by lawns. It was at the end of Jeanne d'Arc avenue. It is a green flowing street which ends in a lake of flowers and there all is silence and softness.
I remember a livingroom which was very light and whose walls were covered by reproductions of abstract paintings. The furniture is modern and the curtains gay. But more stricking was another room which was completely enclosed in by thick draperies and where the lighting was indirect, radiating mysteriously from lamps hidden in strange shell vases of all colors: white, pink, blue. The floor was covered by thick furs and carpets.
"Take off your shoes, my dears. One walks bare-foot here. It's so soft. And then waste no time in taking off your coats. Make yourselves comfortable. You are not my students but my guests."
A Spanish maid had let us in-how could this modest teacher afford all this luxury?
Mystery! Miss Smacker's is wrapped tightly in a Japanese kimono of blue and white s&k. Her hair flows loose on her shoulders. It undulates down to almost the small of her back. She comes towards us. Her kimono comes open showing a long blonde thigh. She isn't wearing stocking and yet a black garter is bed to her thigh like a velvety butterfly. On a low table there is a tray of pasteries, cigarettes and fine ambered glasses. There is a bottle of vodka and one of scotch.
A young woman enters the room from I don't know what door. She too is dressed in a large kimono tied at the waist. Hers is white with a red pattern. The top of it has slid a little to the side and uncovers a wide shoulder very smooth and very tanned. As blonde as was Miss Smacker so was her companion dark. Her face was a bit long and thin, but her eyes are of a beautiful green and her mouth good and thick.
"You wouldn't like to dress up Japanese style, darilngs? It would be so much fun. Friends of mine brought me back all these kimonons after a visit to Japan. It's very soft against the skin. One must be nude underneath."
Her voice becomes slowly baiting. It's as if it was sliding on a polished surface inside her throat. I glance at Jean. Her eyes are shining. She nods her head slightly to show her approval. Why not? We are four women. What have we to lose?
Miss Smacker leads us to an adjoining room. She opens a closet and points to a green kimono and another which is pink; both are on hangers.
"Make yourselves beautiful."
Without another look she goes out. Jean is already taking off her blouse. I look at her and am a little troubled, "What's going to happen to us?"
"Bah", she says with that vulgarity which she is so good at adopting, "we're going to suck about a bit; it isn't so unpleasant. The prof's friend isn't bad... a little flat in front that's all."
"Are we going to do what you said..."
" Suck each other off, poke about a bit and come, all four us. My word you are a goodygoody."
Jean's bras has already fallen to the ground. Her chest is already pointing its brown nipples in a roguish manner. I undress hurridly. We're both naked. Our two bodies facing each other. Jean comes up to me. She takes my face in her two hands and draws it towards her, "Honey, it's you that I love. The others, they're just for fun. I'll watch while your being caressed and sucked and it'll break my heart because I'll be jealous. But if you come I'll come too."
She kisses me on the mouth and plunges her tongue deep into my mouth. Her breats are glued against my own. Their turgescence irritates me. I rub my stomach against hers. I slip my thigh between hers releasing the musty odor of her bushy sex. Jean... Jean... why don't you have a member, a heavy and hard dick, stiff, the arrow of your flesh, your soft dart, burning full of desire to spread apart my lips with, dripping with love, there in the soft nest of my silken pussy. Oh, if only you were ans hermaphrodites. I'd devoure your tits while you would thrust into me your creator dick full of pleasure and life. Our tongues would entwine as the orgasm welds us together. I caress you. I like your round buttocks. During the year in the dormitory I've learned to excel in that caress that you love: my thumb rubbing against your pussy,, my index spreading apart the lips of our anus and then entering it, turning again and again inside in time with your sighs and words of pleasure.
"Come quickly and remember that it's only you that I love."
Back in the other room an invisible phonograph is playing a Spanish record, a flamenco; the notes perch high, undulate like a body making love, remain static, slide, disappear toward inaccessible regions and then reappear trembling, and then brake like a tired kidney.
Julia Smacker is stretched out on one of the furs covering the 'floor next to her friend. Both are drinking. Julia gets up when we come in.
She goes to the other end of the room and comes back with two full glasses and offers the first to Jean.
"Sit down, lie down." she says to me, "You're not in class."
I slide down on the soft skin. Julia bends down with the glass and slips, spilling it.
"How clumsy I am. My poor darling you're soaked."
Chance arranges things welt! The ice cold liquide has inondated my chest. I shiver all over. Julia kneels down against me and with a sudden gest opens my kimono, uncovering my breasts. I try to defend myself. She pushes me and I slip backwards and fall flat on my back. Already her hands and mouth are on my chest. Her legs squeeze in between mine. Her voice is hoarse. She says, "I'M warm you up my little chicken, my little bird."
She slides her body to the side, freeing my legs, but continuing to hold me down by the shoulders, for I'm still struggling. Her mouth on my aureoles and breasts feels good She sucks and bites we'll. I feel another body sliding between my legs, uncovering them. A mouth sucks in my cunt; a tongue penetrates it. It is Miss Smacker's friend. Even Jean has never caressed me that well. I stop fighting and keep my oyes open. I experience a twitching pleasure. It feels as if the strangers tongue is going to penetrate me all the way. It causes me to shudder and then to whimper. "Jean!" calls Julia.
I see my friend slide in between the prof's thighs. Her mouth is already open, ready to snap and her hands ready to grab her chest. I can see that chest which is lying against me, like two blonde shells with pale rings and rosy nipples a little bit darker than the Test Two small breasts, long and firm that beat time with each motion.
We are but four breaths, four death rattles.
Julia disengages herself. She crouches down on top of me. She acts as if in anger. She rasps out "Look at my pussy. Look how it opens up; how it's getting all scummy my little pussy. Suck her, Jean, suck her well my darling."
Her hair forms a bush that looks like linen bathed in sunlight Their odor is soft and diffuse. It seems like it fills the whole room.
I taste her gently hanging lips. They are unctuous and soft I penetrate the damp canal with my tongue. It opens up before its advance. The thin jerking clitoris comes up against my gums. I rubble at it gently. I caress k with my tongue and then bite it again. All the shivers and shudders of a body in orgiastic pleasure are transmitted to my lips invading them with and indefinable savor, a little salty, muscy and light
"Whore, My pretty whore, my beautiful bitch." rattles the literature professor, "You suck well...."
Then, her whole body crisps over; she leu out a little cry, rolls over and she is next to me with her lips pressed against mine. I notice Jean falling over backward She too rolls over. She had been straddling the stranger.
"Have you ever made love with a man?", Julia asks me.
"No."
"And you Jean, have you ever been taken by a man? Are you still a virgin?"
"If you like," answers my friend coldly, "I've been corn-holed"
Julia breaks out in a long laugh which doesn't seem to end on her glistening lips. She kneels down and her breasts emerge from the open silk kimono, proud and vibrant. Her stomach' is flat and her cunt looks golden, looking out from between her doll-pink thighs.
Her friend too, gets up. She opens her kimono which hadn't come open of itself. Jean smothers a scream. I remain dumb, my eyes wide.
What we see between the folds of the light cloth is a large magnificent cock, brown and smooth, surging out from its skin. It vibrates a little in an up and down motion. It surges out from a dark 'bush which climbs up the stomach. It supports, 'hanging down between the black haired thighs, a round bag which sags a little under the weight of two heavy globes.
The other one no longer trys to disguise her voice. It's rather high in any case.
"Did your other friend have a cock as big as that, hum? Did he have a hard-on like this?" says he looking at Jean who is backing away. "Ya, honey, was his animal as beautiful, as soft, as hard this one? come and touch it, come and I'll shove into your little ass-hole."
"No." cried Jean. She began to run but Miss Smacker gives her a flying tackle and stretches her out on the ground.
I want to get up but the man is on top of me, laughing, "I shove it into you, or I break your friend's hymen?"
His knees spread me out. I feel his cock touching my cunt, shoving in a little between the tiny lips of my vagina. I want to scream. He bites my lips. I'm petrified with fright. It isn't possible. He's not going to plunge a hose that size into little me. It wont fit. He'll split my insides. I cannot imagine that that enormous cylinder of hard flesh could enter into me; my brand new vagina, where one of my finger is enough to jam it up when I play with myself. Jean stops struggling. She murmurs, "O.K."
"You'll see how good it's going to be." says the man, "Get down on all fours, and spread your thighs, my little sugar."
Miss Smacker gets up. She goes over to a cupboard, opens one of its draws and takes out a little box. In the meanwhile the man has sat down Indian style. His cock seems to be rising up from the fur of the rug. He's pressing a tube which he took from, I don't know where, and Jean looks on fascinated as he now anoints his member with vaseline. His voice is husky, "It'll slip right into your 'little ass-hole... you're going to come all over the place... come stick it in for me."
Jean obeys. All I see is her spread out rear. The man lets fall completely his kimono. He slips a hand in between Jean's thighs. And lifts her up even more so that her buttocks are at the same level as his stomach.
Miss Smacker is back. She puts the little box down next to her and opens it. She takes out from it a black rubber cock, a little bigger than the man's, and its bag is fuller than the man's and more elastic.
"Come to me." she says to me and pulls my face over against her thighs. We are all of us up against Jean and the man. I see him spreading open my friend's anus with his two thumbs. At the same time he slides in his big member. Miss Smacker fondles Jean's tits and then getting down on her stomach starts poking her with her fingers.
"Open yourself up... relax... push a little, honey... push with all your guts."
Jean lets out one little cry after another.
"Ah! I'm getting in." grunts the man, " She's a good tight fit. It's like a wedding band. I'm going deeper..."
Jean bellows. She jerks her cheeks from right to left A sob chokes and strangles in her throat and then is transformed into a sustained scream.
"I'm going to come... I'm coming.... aaah! what a good ass you have baby...", cries the man.
"I'm coming! I'm coming too...", rattles Jean.
I see his cock stuck into my friend which is beginning to shrink and his sack now limp and empty. Miss Smacker's fingers wriggle about like windmills.
"You're filling up my hand you dirty bitch. Oh, it's good."
Finally the man backs away and takes it out with a "pop". His come juice runs down Jean's ass and over her stomach. She shudders and jerks like a fish caught on a line. Miss Smacker bends over and begins to lick the dripping valley, making little slurps of satisfaction. The man remains stretched out on his back.
"Come here, come." he breaths.
Jean runs over to him like a trained animal. She doesn't even give me a look. Her face is lit up by a savage light
"Make me get another hard-on."
He puts his two hands on the nape of my friend's neck and draws her face down between his thighs. I see Jean's fingers running up and down the broken colmun, then her tongue and then it disappears into her mouth. In no tune the column dresses itself triumphantly and becomes too large for the mouth that contains it.
"Do you want it?" he says to me.
I feel like it but I know that I wont give in to my desire. Why doesn't he rape me? I wouldn't hold it against him. But I cannot admit to it freely. I violently answer "No". He nods his head.
Julia lies down next to him and wraps her legs around him. She says to Jean, "Take his dick and put it into me."
Jean does so. She does it with care, skill and pleasure; plenty of it Before the cock disappears completely into the cunt she kisses it, half on the cock and half on the professor's cunt
"In the little box., take it... put it into my asshole...", groans Julia.
Jean reaches for the box but I get there before she does. I don't know why I feel like doing this. Julia's buttocks are beautifully proffered. Underneath I can see the glistening cock covered with come and hair moving slowly in and out of her cunt I spread apart the cheeks of her ass and find a little hole bordered in pink and brown, it's beautiful. I give it a couple of licks. Her ass vibrates violently and makes the man bellow like a wild elephant in heat I take up the rubber instrument-now I know what it's called, how well I know now!-I stick it into her slowly, gently, and as deep as it will go. The flexible weapon transmits the thrusts of the cock on the other side of the slim partition which separates the anus from the vagina.
The groans and Tattles rise up from Julia's belly and bossom. She begins swearing again, "Oh, you bitch! You're choking me with that big handle."
I keep in time with the man's cock. I shove when he does. I feel him at the end of my weapon. Jean slides in behind me and starts to slurp up my pussy. I shudder and shove the fake cock even deeper and more violently into Julia who screams even louder.
Instinctively I jamb the handle of the fake cock between my thighs and hold it in my hands. I become a man. My whole body bumps and grindes rythmically.
Julia lets out a scream sharper than all the rest, "Go, flood me... fuck up my ass!"
I plunge it in all the way and hold it steady. I feel the spasms of the man's orgasm on the other side. I then squeeze the rubber bag with my two hands. The thick liquide (it must be milk, it's all white) spurts out. It back-waters out over the deep groove of the ass and runs down toward the vagina where it mixes with the man's come juice.
Julia collapses, gasping for air, her arms stretched out in the form of a cross on the fur rug like a feathered bird fallen to the ground. The man doesn't budge. He breaths heavily.
Day is falling. The twilight covers us as with a light cover. It hides us from each other. My features are drawn. Jean's, who has come to my side, are also drawn and purple.
"Oh, how I came... three times... maybe four...", she whispers.
Not me. I felt a lot of pleasure but not all the way. Who will ever tear that cry of the little death from my throat, who will ever succeed in making me feel that delicious agony...
In reality I had not as yet asked myself that question. Not exactly. I envied the pleasure which Jean experienced. I did not envy it of Jean. In truth I was really quite glad that I had remained a virgin; and at both ends.
Why was I glad? My husband, when I had offered myself, had deflowered me as if by a sense of duty. Jean had confided in me that Harry's wife had been deflowered by John two months before their marriage. It had provided John with no pleasure whatsoever. Hej had slept with her because he had found her sexy, that tall dark girl with eyes like olives.
Jean and my husband are seated in an armchair. He is on the seat and she on the arm. She is pecking away at his neck. He gets up.
"We going home, Helen?"
"My darlings, it's a wedding night today." the tall girl simpers.
Harry takes away the fingers which were fingering my cunt through the dress.
Die tall girl adds, "Are you taking me home, marquis? You're a bachelor and can do that little service for another."
"Will you have a drink at my place then?"
"Sure, honey. Live it up while you're still young."
It's said jokingly, but she'll go. First they'll stop at the only night club in the city. Just long enough to drink a scotch and to invite some of the "B" girls to come along after work. They'll take them along. The tall girl likes to see a girl being fucked and then to suck off another one while she's getting a cunt 'full. Tastes vary. Mine are even more questionable.
My husband drives slowly. He has placed a hand on my knee. The headlights sweep white the deserted streets, run along the grey walls and then light up the small suburban houses. Finally, beautiful mansions, sumptuous homes, park gates, and century old trees. Our house is here at the end of a princely alley.
I undress hurridly. I know that Larry is going to come. I put on a nightdress which is hardly transparent. He mustn't see my loins, my buttocks, my back.
He must not see those fine long welts that betray my vices; that bum under my breast, the bite mark on my shoulder. And then the needle marks everywhere.
One day he'll realise, he'll discover my secret. What will happen then?
He's here in front me wearing pyjamas. He's just wearing the pants.
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
"Sure, but no lights." I simper.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me gently on the neck, "Still modest, even with your little ol' husband?"
Only with him. But that began one day not so very long ago.
Lord, how far will I go?