Chapter 6

Richard was daydreaming in his studio, near the stove which he used for heating. It was mid winter and a sharp cold snap had followed the recent snow.

He was dreaming, stretched out on the divan. His thoughts were filled by two charming people: Madame de O and her daughter. Quite useless to describe the last few times spent with them: they all bore a great resemblance to those we saw in the preceding chapter as they will probably go on doing for some time. For all three of them have the same love for each other, a love almost without equal among all loves. They loved each other completely, without a thought and in perfect communion one with another. Jealousy would never disturb this perfect relationship. Whenever they were absent from each other for some time; long letters passed between them, and Richard is now looking at one of these letters, written on mauve paper and delicately perfumed. On the paper he can see the marks made by Mary and Liz as they had kissed the letter.

At the moment they are in Florida where their society obligations have taken them, and from time to time Richard receives a basket of flowers from the land of sunshine to brighten up the grayness of New York.

Right at that moment there is a knock on the door. Doubtless more flowers, for he is expecting no one.

"Ah Richard, how nice of you to let us come in. Come in Debbie, don't let the cold in."

No it is not the flowers. Richard has let in two darling little girls swathed in furs who at first he does not recognize.

"But it's Jean! How you've changed, you've grown up! How's grandmother? And what are you doing now?"

"Everything's going OK and I'm in the rag trade. I have changed a bit I guess. I'd better introduce Debbie, you must remember her she used to play around the apartment building and take a few letters for us. You remember don't you?"

"Oh yes, of course I do, I remember now! but you are both so grown up and very pretty indeed."

"Oh we're certainly not so pretty as some of your ladies I'm sure. We are sixteen both of us and we both work in the rag trade, only today we took a day off, tomorrow we go back to work. That's right isn't it Debbie?"

After a momentary silence during which the two girls admired the pictures, Jean spoke:

"You're certainly getting a lot of work done these days. I remember the time when you were always around town and always with a different woman. They talked a great deal about you and how you helped a lot of women out of their 'difficulties' all around town. That's right isn't it Debbie?"

"Yes but leave me alone for a bit I want to look at the pictures. And it's so warm here."

"Would you like some Madeira?"

"Some Madeira-and howl We'd certainly like some wouldn't we Debbie?"

"Yes Jean."

"Well speak up for yourself. She's certainly timid isn't she Richard? That's not good is it?"

Richard brings over three glasses and a bottle of Madeira...

After having filled the three glasses he gives the girls the drinks.

"Drink that, it will do you some good."

After the first mouthful he adds:

"Really Jean, I hardly recognized you, you've become quite a beauty. And Debbie as well. To think that when I knew you, were only so high!"

"Ah Richard, we may be pleasant but we cannot compare to ah the gorgeous women that you see all the time. That one in the picture for example, she's really pretty isn't she Debbie?"

"Yes she certainly is."

Another silent moment as the two girls drink their Madeira.

"Oh it feels good here, and you work here as well. Say have you seen the latest movie at Radio City 'The Two Passions', if not you certainly should, it's a humdinger."

After a moment she continues:

"And talking about the movies I might as well tell you what happened to me in our neighborhood theater. Sometimes there are some really filthy people in there. That's right isn't it Debbie? Well speak up."

"Ah yes, you're right Jean."

"So I can tell you can't I? You wont' be surprised."

"Well what is it then?" says Richard who is beginning to be amused by the child's manner.

"Well I was sitting on my own..."

"What, you go to the cinema on your own?"

"There are plenty of other places I go alone to as well!"

"But what about your grandmother."

"Oh she's drunk most of the time. Sometimes she gives me a slap but all the same I do what I want. But let me tell you what happened and stop interrupting all the time. I often forget what I am saying don't I Debbie? Well Say something."

"I agree, you know I agree."

"Well there I was all alone in the movies when a man came and sat down on one side of me, and then another on the other side. At a certain moment, I can't remember what was on the screen except that it was very dark, I felt one of the hands of the man on my right take hold of my hand and put it into his pocket. I wondered what he wanted but then I told myself that he can't do me any harm so I let him go ahead. Well his pocket had a hole in it, and then...I felt my hand touch something hard and immediately I realized what it was, and talk of a big one! But the skin was so soft, and it was pleasant to hold it like that in my hand; in short I rubbed him up throughout the whole movie, and he shot his load two times-two times! My fingers were dripping with it! And then, while all this was happening the man on the other side had gently put his hand under my skirt. As I was already occupied and since it was pleasant I let him do it, and he used his fingers so well that I finished up by coming like an explosion, my thighs were all covered with juice!"

Richard listened to this story a little stupefied!

Such small girls and so precocious already! He was amazed.

"It was just the same the other day at the movies with Debbie. Go on tell him. No? Well just imagine, she was in the movies and she suddenly feels a tongue on the button of her cunt. This was easy to get at since whenever she goes out she always keeps her legs open and she never wears panties. It turned out to be a girl, and a really well trained one at that, and since she felt good she let him go ahead and she is one of those who-likes to come all the time. That's right, isn't it Debbie? Well don't blush girl."

"Well dear me, Jean, I didn't know that you had reached such heights of debauchery. And was it you who showed Debbie the ins and outs of the secrets of love?"

"Oh, Debbie, she's worse than I am. Anyway we have both known what it is for a long time. As for me, you know how it is at home. All of us in just one room, and not big at that. I sleep in a sort of alcove with just a curtain between me and the rest of the room. Well when Granddad comes home in the evening a bit stoned, as he gets undressed I can see quite easily what is hanging between his legs, and he has quite a piece too! Sometimes it just dangles against his thighs, but other times it knocks against his belly it's so stiff. And then, how Grandma takes it; he puts it in the front or the back and moans all the time. In the beginning she would bawl him out for being drunk and then she would say:

"You certainly fuck when you are drunk."

And then she pushed and pushed away...

"You mean that you were watching and listening? Didn't they try and prevent you?"

"No, because there was always time to get back into bed when one of them came to see if I was awake and I really put on the act of sleeping. And I would hear Grandpa say:

"No, she's sleeping like a log!"

"But when did you lose your virginity, since I presume that you are no longer a virgin?"

"Hardly-likely is it! No, we both lost it the same day, didn't we Debbie? Speak up girl, you never say anything. Shall I tell you how we lost it? It was very simple. The last fourth of July we danced with a couple of guys who we had never met before. They made us drink and then led us off into the bushes where it was very dark. Well they had petted us pretty heavily already...and then they both pushed us over and rammed their tools up together!"

"Didn't you scream?"

"What was the use. It had to happen one day or another. Well that was the day, and how! Luckily they weren't so big as Grandpa's machinery or we might have been ripped apart."

"Hey Debbie! Just look at her. She could almost be back there again. You know what she-likes best? It's to look at the horses when they go by to see if they have their tool hanging down. And when she sees one she'd like to spend hours just gazing at it. Eh Debbie?"

"Oh Jean, if you'd only seen the one this morning. There were a pair of horses and a buggy. And one of them had a tremendous piece, like you have never seen. And now and then it stuck up and touched his belly. He really must have wanted itl"

"Well Debbie, you must certainly have wanted it!"

"Oh no! It was too big to go in, but all the same it was so beautiful!"

"There you are, you are going to come! Just look at her. Wait a moment and I'll help you."

Joining the action to the word, since she was sure that the catch had been slipped, Jean quickly pushed her over on the divan, undressed her in a twinkling which was relatively easy since beneath her woolen dress all she had on was a slip, and said to Richard:

"Just take a look. Shell make a good wife won't she? Look at her little titties, they're stiff already. And look how she wants it; she thinks she's with the horse right now!"

Stopping the conversation she moved astride Debbie who instinctively opened up her legs, and began to caress her moving the lips of her cunt apart.

"Look at that Richard, she's dripping already. Ah the slut..

The rest of her sentence was lost since Jean, no doubt excited as well, had placed her mouth on the cunt and was sucking for all she was worth.

Richard looked at the ensemble, the tableau of dimpled young bodies. He could see Jean's pink nipples standing out from firm but small breasts and the pretty pink hole between the thighs with just a slight haze of down around it.

Now, locked as they were on the divan he could not see Debbie's face since it was covered by Jean's skirt, but certainly she was sucking away too.

Richard felt his instrument stand up and stiffen against his pants. But no, he had already had plenty of opportunities to fuck young girls like this, but with a weapon of his size, every time he had tried to go in, the entrance had been too small so that satisfaction had been incomplete. However just looking at the two Lesbians who seemed like two experienced women in their pleasant task, made his tool become uncomfortably stiff. Well too hard, he was unable to hold out any longer. He unbuttoned his fly and his tool stood out proudly in its beauty. He moved onto the divan which was of large size, lifted up Jean's skirt which he folded over her back, showing her pretty pink thighs. Without worrying about Debbie's tongue which was reaming around Jean's cunt, and licking the erected clitoris, he plunged his prick into the already moistened entrance. This is probably what Jean was waiting for! But the dong did not go in at the first attempt and she had to move her body to help its passage! "Ah, ah! Ah..."

That was it. With one movement the prick penetrated to the depths, leaving Debbie with just a feast of the large balls which dangled against her face. And the feast lasted some time...

Then finally, long moans were heard...First of all muffled...and then louder and louder...and suddenly silence.

Richard pulled out his big prick which had softened slightly, and as it came out all the fluid ran down it from the dripping cunt and completely flooded Debbie's face-she was divinely happy a kind of rapturous ecstasy was spread all over her features.

And even better, she could, by moving her head, reach the hanging sticky member before it was out of reach and Richard quite simply let her go ahead.

As for Jean, she remained in the same position, savoring the moment, and who knows, perhaps waiting for a renewal of the masculine attack. The young and ingenuous girl is capable of incredible prowess once her eyes have been opened to love, and the delirium of the senses.

We will go no further...firstly because it was now dark and little by little the red glow of the stove shed flickering light over the studio until it was quite impossible to make out the three figures who seemed linked together in the darkness.

But we can tell that when the two girls walked the long way home, and it was by then very late, if someone had been following them he would have wondered what incredible exercise they had taken to be so tired and stumbling along.

As for Richard, it must be admitted that he had found his master in love, for as soon as the girls had left he stretched out on his bed and went soundly to sleep.