Chapter 11
Our sensuality had reached a equipolar fixation which made us equals on ever scale. We were together in everything and all dimensions.
If I were to say that Clara was insatiable, it would not quite be the truth.. It would be an improper term to use, for her and myself.
Our sexuality mixed and we became part of one entity. Her power was my own and visa versa.
Certain people feel that they have found the perfect wife or mistress when that person adopts the ideals conforming to certain personal desires. This wasn't the way it was between Clara and myself. She was myself in the same way that she was me.
It as an illogical identity perhaps but nevertheless it happened to be that way. We came to love by the very motives of our existence. We were not so much made for each other as we were again I must repeat, ourselves.
I shall leave it to the philosophers to unhustle this strange resemblance. They can delve into the mystery of the conscience, although they shall probably deny the existence of ethereal sexual relations.
I have not however attained the very summits of love with my love where the speculative faculties dwindle in front of the conception of the real. I have only felt them.
Winter was bleak and cold. The snow fell and feel. The Thames rolled sluggishly in her icy bed and the grass in Hyde Park was frozen stiff. Kensington and Regent Park were barren.
But we went out all the same. Alone or separately. Clara was beginning to acquire quite a reputation along the quays, at Blackfriars, Temple, Charing Cross and elsewhere.
One night Clara brought home a great thin negro. He was dressed in rags. He was right out of a painting by Raymond Asso. It seemed as though all the deceptions of the world had fallen on his head. He had a friend with him. A small girl with a round face, badly dressed and bearing welts on her head.
One looked poetic and the other fierce. They made a wonderful team.
They were hungry. They called Clara, Milady like so many others had the habit of doing.
Clara gave them something to eat without addressing a word to them. Our apartment was luxurious and warm. They must have thought they were in an oven after the cold of the streets.
One of the gamins drank more than her fill. This is what Clara wanted undoubtedly.
She took the youngster on her knee and began to cuddle her tenderly passing a hand under her raggedy dress and fingering the thin thighs.
The adolescent was perspiring a great deal. Clara told her that she would bring in some other garments and that it would be a good idea if she would refresh herself.
The young girl gave Clara and myself a long look as though to say we were strange customers who she never saw the likes of before.
I understood my wife and I knew what she was driving at.
I gave the kids some more to drink and they didn't know how to refuse it. The two teenagers really couldn't make us out.
Resting her head against Clara's shoulder, Ida (that was the youngest) was only thirsty for sleep. She hadn't noticed that Clara had stripped her of her clothing and that she was nude as a bare bunny.
"Do you like her?" my wife asked the negro who was drinking another glass of whiskey.
Clara put the child down on the canape in the corner. Slowly she started to undress herself. In a seconds time she was entirely nude.
It is useless to drag out things. The negro didn't understand at all. For him Milady could be bare or not and he would not have thought of the importance of the lingerie which establishes an intimate transition.
Clara approached him. He was wearing a dirty leather jacket and his chin was resting heavily on his chest. He looked rather stupid.
My eyes did not leave the young girl. She was sleeping. Her thighs were dirty and thick with slime. Her stomach designed her future womanhood. A few hairs had pushed out like the kind on a young boys chest when he gets to be about sixteen or seventeen.
I walked over to her and leaned down. She smelled horrible as I had suspected.
Clara unbuttoned the boy's trousers and took out his penis which was black and soft and had no apparent intention of responding.
My wife knelt down and started to caress the thing between the tips of her fingers. "Tom is really very happy." said the negro all at once trying to get to his feet.
I stuck with Ida and my hands palpitated her body. I became readily familiar with her stomach, her breasts and her lower belly. I lowered my lips and began to suck at her little nipples. She sighed because she was in the middle of a dream. My presence did not disturb her and she kept on sleeping.
I stuck my finger in the entrance of her vagina. I felt around and remarked that it was blocked due to the virtue of her age. She must have been no more than eleven or twelve.
After looking at Clara who had taken Tom's sex in hand, I posed my mouth on Ida's small belly. I licked at her thin hair and they smelt like piss. I was dizzy from the odor. Her particular perfume excited me and put me into a minor frenzy.
"Don't screw her whatever you do... Listen to me please." Clara pleaded with me.
She was right. I wouldn't insist. However I continued to spread apart Ida's legs and then I plunged my nose into her sex. I searched around and even went to the back end where my tongue started up and I turned gourmand with the tiny body.
What an extraordinary sensation.
Tom stood there with his eyes wide opened, tired with delicacy. I didn't want to take advantage of a sleeping child. I turned her over with out any effort and I did so in a way as to not wake her. Sweat poured down my forehead.
I covered the little tot with kisses. I was such a lover that one would have thought that I was trying to evoke certain sentiments from her.
Her lithe body and her pungent odor were some of the nicest things I have ever known.
Clara was beginning to undo the lethargy of the young negro. His hands were gripped to the shoulders of Milady. He muttered some incoherent babel and the acuteness of his rising desire ran through his veins. He let out a few moans which were animal and child combined.
Clara was suspicious of his sudden gests. She guided him by the sex and led him over to us.
"Do you like her? asked Clara.
"Come Tom, screw her and quickly." she caressed Tom's outstretched dick.
I moved upon that body which was frail and he couldn't understand. Clara pushed him forward and as he found himself bent over the kid he understood what was demanded.
Clara rubbed his cock to put it in form and then directed it toward the belly of the still sleeping Ida. Once again Tom's eyes looked around searching for an approval of the act he would commit. His gaze met mine and I acquiesced almost deciding for him.
"Go ahead, old boy... Do it quickly. She is waiting for you." these were some persuasive words of mine.
Then Tom leaned down and pointed his cock toward the small opening. Clara helped matters by pushing Ida's legs far apart. His huge gland touched the nymph's vaginal lips. Then all at once the demon of desire mounted and he was vigorously trying to get in.
He didn't succeed. Clara had to come to the help of both of them. She fingered the gamin's hole and distended the lips. Just as Tom was going to make a second attempt, Ida let out a cry and began to gesticulate mechanically.
With her two skinny arms she tried to push off the intruder. Tom was doing less harm than my wife. "Go on, Tom, push... Push hard!" Clara encouraged him on while spreading Ida's lips apart with her two fingers.
Tom pushed alright. A few violent thrusts set things off on the right footing. He engaged his member and all the while he had no idea what pain he was causing.
Ida moved around considerably. She didn't understand but she knew she was uncomfortable.
Ida was locked in now by the huge long legs of bigger Tom. She couldn't close her thighs now. He was pressing down on her stomach with all his force.
Ida contracted herself instinctively and opened her mouth to howl out once again. Tom covered her mouth with one of his large ham-like hands. This quieted Ida down.
Clara held down the girl's wrists. Once more Tom sprang in and out. The hands that were holding her down were too much for the little girl. She had no chance against this group that insisted.
She seemed to give in and her pain turned to delight and soon the two youngsters were huffing and puffing away. The scene had completely altered.
Their joints and muscles trembled as they shivered with odd sensations, Clara no longer had need of holding the juvenile down. Suddenly he came. Great drops of sweat were sprinkling down his forehead. This was due to his effort as well as the alcohol he had drunk in quantities.
.He appeared to be sick. Ida who was completely beat out no longer moved. She had fainted I think. The suffering was too much for her.
Clara pushed the dark boy away, and tenderly crept over Ida. She planted a long burning tongue in the dormant pussy of the little rascal. She lapped up the blood and all. Happy with that function, my wife came over to Tom and tried to stimulate him quickly for a second offensive. She took in his dong and massaged it with her mouth and tongue.
I attempted to bring the child to her senses. It didn't work and I had to caress her back to herself. She seemed to be thankful and her big eyes showed a gratitude that I had never before seen.
In the meantime, Tom came in Clara's mouth and settled back almost inert. The seance came to an end when we asked Tom and his young friend to make up and let bygones be bygones.
Clara walked out with Tom onto the snowbound streets. I had a short talk with little Ida before giving her liberty and a few pieces of silver.
We discussed the problem after the two had left and we had a good laugh together. The two tousled hair youngsters had left a soft in our hearts and we were grateful that we had undertaken such an adventure.
It was strange how my wife and I gazed into one another's eyes. We had our own mystery. I felt it strongly.
We spent the night making love as we had never before imagined love to be.