Chapter 7
It is quite certain that our sexuality, that part of which we are quite conscious, has not reached the limits of the higher intellect. Our substance is enough reason for our action and our motives. We can speculate before hand as to what we might do, but the very act thoroughly sought and engaged in, leaves us with much to be desired and we are compelled to begin again. In short we are insatiable as much as our appetites.
During the month I have spent with Clara, and only that month had I realized the greater plane of love. If I have only imagined this, at least I can say I have attempted the higher heavens.
I have taken a close look at myself, my image, my very essence and I have remarked that I have been profoundly imprinted by my experiences. I have tried to be as objective as possible and I really believe that something has changed.
I have spared nothing. I have given the best of myself. I have read, experimented, been tempted by the devil and have undergone my own analysis. Clara submits, to my cherish desire every time, with passivity. I wonder whether she knows what I think. There may be some validity in telepathy. Can my suggestive force pray upon her subjective and inconspicuous self to such a degree? What I have desired has been attained. There is a spiritual as well as a mental and physical element present and I am persuaded that this is so.
I can see the possibility of an inverse relationship. Perhaps it was she herself who has proscribed the treatment. Perhaps my very actions are part of her doing. Can I ever know?
This second hypothesis has caused me to look into the matter. Recently I have consulted Myers and Hodges well-discussed "Society for Physical Research". The only deduction that I could make is that hypnotical magnetism is at the roots of our relations. I am prepared to continue and even inject the notion of hypnosis in the matter if needs be. However, our mutual hypnosis is our common ground, our sacred equilibrium.
Is it true that it is Wally with whom I am having intercourse, or is it that Clara and Wally mixed together have formed one person?
The sensation is unimaginably acute. The great buttocks of big Wally which are in themself worthy of consideration, have opened up a new world. A world that is confused with the small round mounds of winsome lithe Clara who I can see from time to time, but who has been substituted for Wally. Who is it that I penetrate and what confounded images are transported before my eyes?
Mechanically my eyes whirl toward the direction of Jenny. Dear Jenny who is forever being fucked in the derriere by Jesse. The girl also has Dave who has given his best to her mouth. The scarlet lips envelope the little beast of the bored, dignified Dave.
I must say that the body of this dainty redhead Jenny is delicious to the eye. Her form, her color and her activity have helped me to realize an abundant dose of saliva and stickum. How nicely she is arched. Her stomach swells in and out as she is continually forked by a wondrous gourmet.
Involuntarily, as I watch Jenny in her rhythmic pleasure, I wring out the cries of Wally. This has set off a chain reaction for Clara compressed underneath has just come. My darling little wife is out of breath, but she holds on gallantly to the bloated woman rolling overhead.
Jesse, it seems, has unloosened his load. He bellows uproariously. I request that he move away from Jenny who is glued to Dave's dick. Jesse doesn't need to be asked a second time for he has had it. Jenny's behind is in the throes of certain indescribable convulsions. She twists and bucks and rubs and finally she trembles away tightening her rump in its last vibrations.
At the same time, I give Wally a tap as she comes once again in her vigorous personal way.
I want the two girls to change positions.
Wally understands.
Upside down goes Clara to taste new succulent fruit from a different point of view. Clara's butt wiggles freely in the air. Wally's thighs are squeezing the delicate head toward her great plum. I have no alternative, nor do I ask to have one, but to aim cock toward my wife's anus.
My large hands grip her flanks and in goes my sausage. She reaches her climax amazingly quick. The two playmates love each other all the more for my gracious act bestowed on the upper shelf. Clara is besides herself. Minutes linger on before she manages to straighten herself out. Wally's massive body begins to tremble. Her slight quivering is all I need to renew my thrusts. Once again Clara's rear is the target. My balls bounce against her creamy ass. Wally catches an eye of the action and she laps up the froth that trickles down from my wife's behind.
Ah, Wally, her face is sublime with its foam and the special shine gives her a happy glutinous look. The two corners of her mouth are furrowed with streams.
Enough of Clara's rear and now into her vagina. Once more a new cry echoes in the room. It creeps up to her throat and lingers there like the sound of a bell. Oh how my wife sperms forth these times. She appears to have no end.
Jesse comes wandering by the scene. Jenny apparently hasn't moved him. Besides, Jesse, is a gifted fellow with enormous resources. He is on the spot with a heavy cock hanging down and ready to perk up at the slightest intrigue.
Jesse sniffs around the two women and finds them to his liking. He steps back to get a final look and puts his hand down to his rod.
Jenny comes forward also. She kneels down and tries to lap up my seed as it darts in and out of Clara's tiny anus.
Her hands toy with private parts and she knows how to use her delicate sensitive fingers. She has won me over. I cede my place to Jesse. Jesse goes romping in my wife and I pivot around to where an open month and troubles hands receive me.
While Jenny is busy with my staff, licking off all the ware and tear of my wife and Wally, Jesse feverishly invades my wife. I can hardly distinguish her cries from the slushing sounds that emit from Jenny's mouth. I fear she is playing a water soaked pipe. Is Jesse in the rear-hole or is in the pussy? This vague thought excited me and I swelled up all the more.
"Oh, this admirable lady in miniature," said Jesse praising my wife. "I want to have her from the rear."
No sooner said then done. He whirled her around and brutally fixed himself to the sturdy little flanks. He was in her in flash. It was surprising how well they went together. If I were a victim of jealously, I think ft would have showed at that moment.
I was hot and my attention was divided between Jenny and my wife's infidelity. Suddenly a grand orchestration mounted and the salon was filled with human music.
Dave was the only one left out. He looked at us disdainfully. He was particularly taken with Jenny who was giving all her time to her favorite occupation. She saw that Dave was neglected and decided to apply her best care to the little snob.
His prick was soft and hung to one side like a little tyke who was bored with the show. Jenny's sweet caresses had no effect on the sullen fellow. Her hand wandered over to my nuts and she played with them as though they were marbles.
Dave wanted to get into the thick of things so he beads down and sticks his face into Jenny's crotch. He bites away as though he were a young calf chewing at his mom's teats.
Jenny is an active gal and her left hand, I notice, is circling the waist of the lean Dave. Ah, she has found it. Her fingers slides into the slit separating his two peach halves. Her index tickles away at the anal button. Dave sighs.
Then Jenny gets red and her cheeks bulge up and she looks like an old-time trumpet player. She has come this little rascal, but she doesn't want to give up her good time just for that. Good ole Jenny true-blue, playing at the batteries in her best rhythm.
We are all filled with different sensations. A happy trio with one thought in mind, and that is, pleasure. Jesse joined in the act. A couple of wiggles and stiff bucks and he was off. Everyone had enjoyed themselves except Dave and me.
Jesse isn't too bright. He is a huge man who uses force and brawn rather than brain. If he had only thought a little more he could have seen a precarious situation brewing.. But I suppose that is too much to ask a brute. We all decided to change off one again. It was only fair to give our sensuality the best possible and that means variety plus treatment.
Clara is presently offering her behind to the aroused Dave. He surprised us after all, or perhaps it is Clara's charm. Who knows? Jesse is tightly embedded in Clara's vagina. But my good wife has not forgotten her husband. The best is always saved for last Her month firmly snaps over my massaged sex.
Jenny is at my balls and Wally is at Jenny's snatch. Wally is my delight and her gapping pussy has my nose right on top.
The concert of our sensations must be a superb painting of musical color. What wonderful undulations and line. We are directing ourselves toward the sublime. Our bodies are feverish and sticky. We have a goal and it will soon be attained.
We have an obligation toward one another and our resources will permit that obligation to be fulfilled.
Already Clara's moans cause her eyes to recede in her head and she is seen by everyone to contract her rump and draw in her body. Her bucking is terrific and the sensation that it produces inside me is stimulating and sends me into a frenzy.
Almost in a standing position Clara is pressed between Dave and Jesse who refuse to spare her. They appear to want to rip her very skin off and dig into the bowels. Their action is so strong that it has an effect on me and by her mere suction I can feel my vertebrae quiver from the force.
The hip movements employed by the powerful Jesse rip into her sex and the tiny spear thrusts of pint-sized Dave are going to the core. She is given barrels in this terrifying scene of provoked passion.
Jenny is at my behind and her slippery tongue twists into my bottom and for some reason Wally is enjoying all this. Jenny is making Wally using me as an agent. My tongue whirls jets of fire into the lubricated pussy of two-ton Wally. My lips do the work and my tongue stabs her with delight.
My brown partner is positively dripping with perspiration. Suddenly she lets loose with a steaming liquid which streams into my mouth. Jet by jet it fills my bucal region.
My middle finger sticks into her butt-hole and it can feel the steady throbs. She comes and she dilates this hefty wench. It is just like that with Wally, a real glutton. I place my mouth around her sex and then I wander north for a few minutes right up to her anus. My tongue is busy and it will be probably become muscular in a short while if I don't move away.
Wally is hairy and that hair lines starts from her bellybutton and goes all the way to the small of her back.
Wally begins to come and she leads the chorus. Her cry of agony is transported to the nearest and that's Jenny. Plucky Jenny is bouncing up and down groaning and moaning in rhythm. She bends back like a carp out of water and then Clara seems to catch the general tendency and she wails her delight. Then the roar beasts is heard as Dave starts his mouse-like-squeak only to be followed by thunderous Jesse who unloads a powerful geyser in my wife's love box.
It's my turn. I explode with vigor and it all goes into Clara's lovely receptacle. When will it stop? It hasn't stopped yet. I think to myself that I have a secret source and I am wandering whether I will ever run dry.
I can feel the burning sensation as I unload. I have to bite into something so Wally must have this suffering pleasure.
Wally once more lets out a final cry of alarm and this time it's more sensual than preceding ones. Our forced diminished one by one we fall an make up a languorous heap. We probably resembled a pile of plumed geese who had just been shot and dropped there.