Chapter 12
She was moving about the room in pink, almost transparent underwear. The room was white and pale gray with green fittings in the adjoining bathroom. The bed was broad enough for a whole orgy. The broad windows looked down onto the street where an occasional neon light flashed like a spear of lightning. The Champs-Elysees was not very far away, but the street below was sufficiently narrow to be fairly quiet.
Slowly undressing, Raimond looked at her appreciatively and thought, "I won't try and pump Her until afterwards; I might as well enjoy myself in the meantime."
She moved towards him and twirled round in a little pirouette in front of him.
"How's that?" she said.
Through the tight, high-holding brassiere he could see the sharp points of her nipples, darker than the surrounding skin which pushed it outwards in balloon-like tautness. The little, pink panties held her buttocks in a tight embrace like another layer of skin, revealing half of the orbs, and through the front of them he saw the dark muff of hair with the protrusion of flesh behind it, pushing out the material.
"Lovely," he said. "But I wanted to see them off."
"Am I making you hot?" she asked with a little laugh. He stripped off his own pants and his penis shot up into the air.
"You're really quite an athlete," she said, looking over his body and then letting her dark eyes rest on his stiff member. "I hope you're capable of a good athletic performance."
He moved towards her and said: "You're so exciting even with them still on, I hope seeing them off doesn't induce a curtailment of the performance."
"Better not," she said.
He reached her and she moved into his arms, hot and sweet-smelling. She was one of those women who, as soon as a man touches her, seems to melt to a jelly, to tremble and whimper with excitement. He felt her body shivering against him as he unhooked the brassiere and he heard her murmur with passion.
The bra came away and fell to the floor and now he felt her resistant breasts hot, too, against him with the pointed nipples heavy and digging in his chest.
"Oh-oh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long quick caress over her back, bringing his fingertips up her spine and then moving them round to feel her teats, bulbous and bursting under the palms of his hands. He squeezed them gently and massaged the nipples, which grew long and erect under his gentle manipulation.
"Oh darling," she whispered. She was trembling from head to foot. He could feel her thighs trembling against him and his prick, riding up between them, snuggled against the soft heat of her flesh, was tingling along its length like a sharp pins and needles.
He ran his hands down her back and gently pushed and pulled the pants down over her buttocks, feeling them slide reluctantly off her hips. She gave a little wriggle of help and then shook her thighs so that they slipped down and fell to the floor. Gasping a little, she stepped out of them, leaving them in a pink, crumpled pile on the floor.
He rubbed her bottom gently in little, round, exciting gestures over the crack which separated the two. She began to wriggle against him and put her arms around his neck, murmuring little animal noises all the time.
Cupping her buttocks in his hands, feeling their weight and form and texture, raising them and her slightly up his body, he moved his fingers between her legs from behind, reveling in the moist flesh he found there.
"Oh-I can't stand it!" she said, quickly.
She pulled his face down and crushed her lips with bruising force against his mouth, opening her lips wide, and after an instant's extreme tension, hurtling her tongue with a silvery movement into his mouth. She gave little whimpers all the time as he pressed and rubbed himself against her. Her tongue seemed to fill his mouth, reaching down to his throat.
With an effort, he withdrew his lips from her and moved his mouth down onto her neck, bruising it with bites and kisses. She threw her head back and the full neck strained against his mouth and her loins pushed hard against him.
"Let's see how you look with them off, now," he said, softly.
After a second or two, she moved away from him, still trembling and shaken and turned in another pirouette. His eyes feasted on her lush curves. The sight of her breasts and buttocks moving with lives of their own, of her sinuous lack of superfluity rounding to fullness at her most exciting points, made his penis thrill.
"Yes-you do look better with them off," he said. "You should never wear those pants again." She waggled her bottom at him.
"Do you like my bottom?" she asked. "Do you really think I have a nice body?"
Her words excited him almost beyond endurance.
"I've never seen one so good," he said.
"Do you think you're lucky to have it for yourself-to do you want with it?"
"A man never had such good fortune. I can't wait to show how much I appreciate it. But you'll know as soon as we start to make love."
She glided quickly towards him and wound herself around him, mouthing little cries, her eyes closed, her body in a fluid torment all around him. It was more than he'd expected.
Kissing her, wildly, he felt her hand slither down to his aching prick and touch it, sending sparks along its thick fatness. She stroked it gently, with little nervous, fluttering gestures and then held it firmly and squeezed it hard so that her hand crushed into its resistant, spongy tissue and made him gasp.
He picked her up, putting his arms around her, lifting her by her buttocks. She wound her legs, warm and smooth, around his hips as he carried her to the bed. She reached under her ass as he carried her and placed his prick against her vagina. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently. Then she wriggled down and slumped on his rigid member so that it shot into her with a strong bridgehead which made her gasp and go wild and clamped around his glans so moistly and firmly that he had to restrain himself from falling with her onto the floor and fucking her there.
They reached the bed with her jogging on the end of his organ with every step they took.
He lowered her onto the bed and moved straight in to lie between her widespread thighs which invited him not to linger. He fell between them in the same movement as he placed her on the bed and immediately began to screw into her, gritting his teeth with passion. Her body began to move with wild abandon.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails hard into his shoulders, waving her crotch wildly at his prick, scraping her buttocks along the counterpane and flinging her thighs in all directions.
"Oh-c'tst bon-c'est bon!"
He wriggled his long wrist of rigidity up and up, delving into her like an exploring party in a cavern, farther and farther, deeper and deeper into darkness and moisture and a clawing grip which pulled at his loins, at his very bowels.
Her whole body twitched and writhed and she groaned incessantly, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now tangled dark hair.
He felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding him in, breaking and pulling all around his hot, bursting prick. He pushed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch of his thickness plundering up her hole, pulling a fresh, ecstatic groan from her lips, making her open her eyes to look at him with a wild, desireful, glazed look.
"Oh, oh-wonderful, wonder-aaah!" She gasped as he grabbed her buttocks and raised them off the bed, raising his own body slightly for greater leverage, squirming into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
His loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her broad pelvis with that chasm at its centre, pistoning in with strong, muscular regularity. His own breath was short and the sight of her breasts, swaying over sideways towards the bed on either side of her, with her still erect nipples, made him give an involuntary extra thrust which moved her up the bed slightly and made her arch her neck with the sudden sensation.
He watched her face, drawing different expressions of passion from it as he moved his hands over her, as if she were an instrument which produced fresh sounds as he moved his fingers over its notes. He moved his fingertips gently into the little hard area of smooth, crinkle-edged flesh which was her anus, felt it tightly resist and then give way so that his finger moved softly, persistently, sawing into softer depths, and cries broke from her lips in a consistent stream.
His loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept through him in gusts of heat from his bowels. He gasped and quivered as he fucked, reveling in her flesh, flesh of this beautiful sexy girl whom he'd never seen before tonight.
He ran his hands from her buttocks down her thighs to feel his own chafing prick ramming in and out, to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held it firmly in and were now running with moisture which overflowed stickily down her thighs.
Her arms, which had been moving jerkily around her head like a puppet's, fists closing and opening spasmodically, swept down now and held his own buttocks as they tensed and thrust at her.
"Oh, oh, oh-darling, hard, hard!" she begged, gasping . as if she'd burst something in her throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had become something demoniac, hardly human as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, urging him on.
Her body was hot. Her head moved wildly from side to side, that full lower lip thrust out still further, her mouth open in abandon. She swung her soft thighs up and clasped his waist in a scissors grip with her calves, winding her legs right round his body, tightening her grip on him, waving her ass from side to side, spiralling her quim down at his searching, hotly expanded cock.
"I'm coming!" she gasped suddenly with a sharp, shrill, intense passion. "I'm cominc-aaaaah ... " She grabbed his face as she came and bit his mouth at the same time as her body from breasts to thighs arched convulsively into his and held there with the intensity of a sudden cramp and her orgasmic fluid escaped around his still hard-probing prick and ran down her smooth thighs, flooding his balls, too, as they brushed against her vaginal lips.
The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his own potential climax. He dug deeply into her, forcing her legs up almost to her neck, doubling her over, screwing into her like an electric drill, crashing up to her cervix with his pulsating near-bursting rod. She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering movements of her belly and thighs. She was still highly excited and followed his directions, however he wanted her to move, with a wild, eager passion.
"Darling," she murmured. "It's good, it's good. Fill me now, fuck me hard, let me have it." So she encouraged him, filling him with sharp, ecstatic pains in the region of his loins so that his prick grew and grew until he could hardly stand it and the breath was choking with difficulty through his open lips and his hands clasped and dug into her buttocks convulsively.
"Kill me with it, darling," she murmured. "That's-ah-a-ah!" She gasped as he thrust savagely high and hard, searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his drive and jogging there for a second before withdrawing a little for another thrust and another.
He could feel he was on the verge of the break-through.
It was unbearable, it had to come now or he would die. He gasped, groaned, felt the bursting, heard her moan a little and hold him tightly round his shoulders and then, with a long, toe-shaking groan which went on and on reverberating round the room he shattered into her, shooting his sperm high up into her open, receptive channel towards her womb.
Much later, after he'd had her twice more in different positions, each time with the same trembling abandon on her part and the same bone-shaking orgasm on his, she said to him:
"I don't know why you want to display such curiosity in my boy friend at a time like this."
She played with his penis and kissed his neck as she talked and he found himself tempted just to go on fucking her and forget everything else, but instead he said: "Naturally I'm interested in my rival. In any case I've heard he's quite a big man around."
She raised an eyebrow at him, slithered down and took the glans of his penis in her mouth to give it a little sucking nibble.
"He's not as big as this," she said. He grinned and felt his prick move, the fibres tighten. She was insatiable. What a woman to have on safari. "I meant in his activities."
"He doesn't like too many people to know about his activities. Anyway how do you know about him?"
"Oh, one hears about these things around the bars. It's of no interest, really, except that I wonder what sort of man attracts you."
"You do, darling," she said, licking his ear.
"I mean as a permanent or semi-permanent proposition."
"You do, darling," she repeated.
"Come, come," he said, pretending to be scandalized. "Nobody would think you're almost a married woman."
"Or you, my sweet," she retorted. "Sex is always better out of wedlock, though. Maybe it's better if we just have a long, lingering affair."
"Is that easy for you-wouldn't your boy friend wonder?"
"Oh, he's pretty busy. It's just a question of avoiding the spies he has on me without appearing to be avoiding them."
"What's he so busy at that he hasn't enough time to get you in bed at every opportunity."
"Oh, he does that, don't worry."
"Does he prefer you to dance with your pants on or off?"
"He-likes me to start one way and finish the other-so that I'm ready for the kill, as it were."
"I think I'll kill you again in a minute."
"Please-I love you to kill me like that."
"But I still can't understand what could be so important as to keep him away from you. Maybe he's having an affair you don't know about."
"Not him. He's spending tonight at Martha's."
"Martha's?"
"Yes. It's a striptease joint just off Pigalle-very ordinary, but it has a special show in a backroom once a week, for people who don't think the usual show's up to much."
"I see. He's so discontented with you that he actually has to go to sex shows to get an orgasm."
She laughed and poked her tongue out to run it over his lips.
"He never even looks in. He has mysterious meetings in a room up above."
"Aha-that's where he has his orgy. It's probably a one-way view ceiling so that he can watch what's happening below at the same time."
"No, they're all men up in that room."
He laughed uproariously.
"My God, this gets better and better. You'll be losing him soon for some young man from the Fiacre." She grinned.
"Wrong again. They have some sort of political meeting ... " she stopped as if she remembered that caution was really the best policy, and then said: "I don't want to talk about that, anyway. Let's make love again. I'll make you really wild this time."
So saying, she wriggled down his body and stroked his prick up to a tree-like attention. While she rubbed it gently with the palms of both hands, she began to suck voraciously.
Lying back, letting her work him up, Raimond decided he had all the information he needed. Now he might as well see the night through and enjoy her in every way possible.