Chapter 7
"Yes my dear Richard, Liz is quite beside herself with worry. Just as we were getting into the train to come back to New York she had a sudden fainting spell...and in short she had to stay down there a couple days. She was looking forward so much to seeing you. Have you been a good boy while we have been away? But I won't ask you about that-you wrote such beautiful letters. Liz wants to keep them all so that she can reread them all the time. Kiss me again...again...ah...yes, I can feel that you are in good form...so hard...oh my sweet!"
"Poor Liz. Well at least I have you. I am going to keep you here."
"No you aren't my sweet. We are going off in my car. In a couple hours the driver will be there.
Pack your things, I'll set you free in two or three days."
"But I'm not ready, and I have so many things to do..."
"Not another word, I am so eager to have you with me, and to get away from everyone else. And I'm sure that you agree with me tool"
"Where are you taking me? I want at least to know that."
"Inquisitive, just like a woman aren't you?" I am taking you out of town to a little place in New Jersey. Are you satisfied? You know the countryside, it's quite charming. Now get ready, we haven't got much time."
It is quite useless to say how many kisses were exchanged during the course of this conversation, or even while Richard was getting ready. At last one heard the sound of a car, and it hooted...
"Richard was ready and they both got inside the Cadillac. The driver placed his luggage in the trunk, while Richard and Madam de O settled back onto the cushions. The motor purred into life and they were off !
They moved out of town fairly quickly, although they were held up a little when crossing the Hudson. But then soon the countryside took over-and the houses disappeared from view. The car drew suddenly into a driveway surrounded by trees and at the end Richard could see a large colonial style house.
"You know that pretty cottage just by my villa."
"Yes, what about it?"
A sudden stop halted the conversation, and as Richard looked out the window he was amazed by what he saw, even more because there was no noise: a woman, badly dressed and drunk, with a face scarred by indulgence, was staggering by.
Richard felt his sleeve being tugged by Madam de O...
"Richard, don't say anything, it's Mary White."
"What, the one who inherited that pretty cottage we were talking about?"
"Yes, she's been drunk now, for about ten years."
"What with? Coke, morphine?"
"If only that was all. No, mostly liquor."
"What a pity."
"Sure is. Having so many millions and yet she doesn't know how to take advantage of the beautiful things of life. Not like we do. Hold me tight darling, so that I can feel you close. No let go, we're there already." .
The car stopped. The driver got out to open the gates because the cottage was buried among foliage, quite invisible from the road.
"You know, I gave three days vacation to my cook and maid-suited them fine too-so that we could be alone together. But we won't die of hunger either, I've got everything here. And I have some great wines too, which I know you will enjoy."
The car had reached the door of the cottage where the driver opened the car door for them in really grand old style, not at all obsequious.
"James, put the case and those few parcels in the guest room."
Richard had already been to the cottage, but each time that he came he was quite in ecstasy. It was a real love nest, arranged with exquisite taste; the dominant color was yellow, and nothing is more harmonious than this color and what surrounds it. Each piece of furniture and every ornament was put into relief, but without the eye being shocked.
The chauffeur came down again.
"James you can put the car in the garage, and when you leave please be sure to shut the gate onto the road firmly; you will be back on Friday, that should give you enough time to see your mother."
"Madam is really too kind."
"This is her day. Is the car OK since we may decide to drive around a little."
"I should advise you, sir, to check with the police before starting out since some of the main highways are taken up at the moment."
"Thank you very much James."
"Yes thank you James, and now hurry up or you may miss the train, and above all, don't forget to shut the gate."
Thank you Madam, goodbye sir, goodbye Madam."
"Goodbye James."
A few moments later they heard the metallic click of the gate as it shut. Madam de O and Richard were alone.
"Listen honey, I am going to take a good bath first, since as you know I spent the night in a train and I was in so much of a hurry to see you and to be close to you."
"You are such a sweet girl, darling."
"Do you want to take a bath too? Yes that's an idea, come and have a bath with me, my bath tub is quite big enough."
A few moments later Madam de O was in the bathtub of thick crystal. Richard came into the bathroom.
"What a wonderful bathroom, and so prettily arranged."
"Hadn't you seen it before."
"No you'd never let me."
"So you like it?"
"Honey you have superb taste in everything."
"Well come on get in, while the water is still hot."
"How do you mean the water is hot? We've only just arrived."
"Sure, but my maid only just left before we arrived and I had told her to get everything ready. Come on, get in. Oh honey, stay still for a moment. Hold me in your arms, look how the water holds us up gently...what you're up in the air already? And in the water too. Let's be sensible for a minute, this water is so good."
"What perfume did you put in it?"
"How curious you are. It's my own special mixture. Amber and rose, and a little eau de Cologne; are you satisfied?"
"Oh I love every perfume."
"Stay still.. . "
The minutes went by...and they both gave themselves over to the langorous sensations of the prolonged bath.
But Richard changed his position and soon his prick was embedded in the cunt of the bathing beauty.
"Oh honey, not yet. Don't move then, so that I can feel you...don't move, leave your tool alone...after dinner you can do what you want."
Our two lovers remained there for some time, until a clock in the next room chimed the hour.
"Oh honey, we've been here an hour already."
"Yes darling, I am coming out of the bath, and then I must have a..."
"Oh, Well then, wait a bit honey. Don't get out. Come in here. Oh how funny it is, you pissing into my ass, and it's so hot. Oh, go on, harder, harder, that's good...that's beautiful."
Now the reservoir' was empty, and the prick was floating around in all the hot liquid...
"Oh honey, will you do that again sometime? If you only knew how marvelous it was, just like a continual jet of spunk and so strong. If only you could come as long as that. Anyway let's get out of the bath since I feel very hungry."
Richard got out first, picked up a large bathrobe and covered Madam de O as she stepped out.
"How sweet of you...rub me well...yes, like that...now put some eau de Cologne on that towel and hand it to me...that's it."
"Is this the eau de Cologne?"
"Yes, that's what I put in the bath."
Then it was Richard's turn to get rubbed down.
"Now I am going to get dressed, come into my room darling."
Madam de O's room was just next to the bathroom. The color was predominantly yellow, modern furnishings in exquisite taste.
"But why do you want to get dressed honey?"
"Just you wait and see. You'll see what I mean."
And she did dress but it was in a kind of long flowing robe of mauve silk, so transparent that it showed her skin off to advantage. The stockings were the same shade.
"Well, darling, do you like me this way?"
"Oh, my darling Mary, you know very well how much I love you. Your skin is so pure and white, covered as it is by this transparent silky gauze."
The fact that Richard had already seen so many nude women only helped him admire the one before him now. However, at the sight of an uncovered square of flesh, glimpsed between the silky folds, a leg molded by a transparent stocking sufficed to bring his instrument to attention.
"Listen honey, let me have my way just to please me: take these stockings and Liz's slip and put them on just for me."
When Richard had donned the stockings and slip Madam de O led him to the large three angled mirror.
"There, look for yourself. One could swear you were a woman if seen from behind; with your slim hips, long hair, your rear that protrudes just so, the illusion is absolutely perfect. Now turn around and hide your beautiful tool between your thighs, so that it can't be seen, and now look, your curly hair, small breasts-oh, if only you would shave off that mustache."
"But why honey? Don't I look like a man without it?"
"But of course you do, it's just that when you French kiss me with that pretty tongue of yours and I feel your hair on my lips, on the lips of my pretty cunt-look, see how pretty it is, and all pink-well, it tickles me so that I think I could come just from having them brush up against me. Come now, settle down."
"Wait a moment, I have a friend with big feet who stayed with us for a time last year, and who forgot a pair of shoes. I'll go see if I can find them, perhaps they'll fit you."
"What, women's shoes?"
"Yes, yes, wait a minute. Ah, here they are; try them on, and let's see."
Richard puts on the high-heeled shoes which happen to fit him perfectly.
"Well I'll be damned, I'd never thought that women's shoes would fit me so well."
"Why sure, you have pretty little feet just like a woman's. I told you that you did. And look how beautiful it makes your legs. like you are a woman to perfection."
"What?"
"Of course-you do have a beautiful tool."
Richard now put on a different pair of stockings which went up all the way to the top of his thighs.
"There you go. One just has to mention his name and up he comes. Just look at it; boy has it gotten big. Hold on, let's give it a kiss: oh, how wonderful."
After having dressed again, Madam de O and Richard go back into the dining room, painted yellow like all the rooms in the house which make the old colonial furniture stand out in perfect contrast.
"My God, how polished all this furniture is."
"Oh, thanks to you and the method you taught me; no more polishing ever again. You certainly are a wonderful man to have around the house. You know so many things, my darling."
Indicating the table, Madam de O adds:
"As you can see, you won't be left wanting: an entry, liver paste, cold chicken with mayonnaise, salad, fruit, dessert and the wine is The Christ Child is Thimble 1912."
Richard's face lit up, for when it comes to wines he's a gourmet to the bone, and Thimble his favorite of favorites.
On seeing an ivory box, he asks, "And what have we here?"
"That my darling, that's for tomorrow or perhaps after tomorrow when we will empty its contents, just the two of us. As to what the contents are, you cat, it's a mixture which I brought back from India which is the secret cause of your being able to...to...fulfill so often that act which you are expert at. Now are you satisfied?"
"May I taste some of it then?"
"Oh, no, no, you don't need any today-I can see that. But tomorrow evening, or perhaps the day after, you can take some, and I will too. Now let's eat, I'm starved.
"And for love?"
"But of course, my honey. Come on and I'll kiss you once more. Give me your lips and stick out that cute tongue of yours."
Finally they seated themselves at the table. What this intimate supper was like is difficult to imagine. It was filled with charm, interrupted by long kisses, for although facing each other they often got up in order to exchange caresses. And then we must remember that the Thimble had its effect, it coursed through their bodies like flaming lava.
On one comer of the table there was a bottle of champagne waiting in its bucket of ice. With his usual dexterity, Richard made quick work of the cork and poured the bubbling liquid into their glasses. In order to derive the most pleasure from her drink Madam de O came and sat on Richard's lap. They drank from the same glass and in no time the bottie was half empty. Then she got up from his knees and took her three quarters filled glass and placed it between her thighs, with her fingers she washed her cunt, allowing the champagne thus used to trickle back into the glass; then she washed the crack between her buttocks and her cute little hole; then taking Richard's stiff prick she dipped its hood into the glass, and then washed the whole of it thoroughly, and finally she sipped the finished brew. Slightly aroused, she drank the glass full, giving Richard a few mouthfuls from between her lips, to the latter's great pleasure.
Having emptied her glass, she turned to Richard and said in a cool voice, showing but little emotion, "Richard darling, I'll make some coffee, as only I know how to make, you'll see, you'll like it. Now you sit still and I'll bring it in to you as soon as it's ready."
Madam de O now went to the kitchen where she put some water to boil while she ground the coffee for their two cups, which would have done for ten. When the water came to boil she poured it over the coffee very slowly. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she did not hear Richard enter the room, and became aware of his presence only" when he took her round the waist and gave her a long and liquid kiss on the back of her neck.
"Now stop it Richard. Go back to the table, now come on, enough.. . "
However, the sight of that lovely nape made even more tempting by its sheer covering of silk, and the warmth produced by the wines was not conducive to an abrupt termination of his effusive caresses.
"Oh, honey...now stop it...wait a bit...will you let me finish making the coffee...Oh, stop...honey what are you doing...where are you going. Oh, you're going to hurt me...it's so big...oh, oh, oh, honey...that's it...that's...it...aaah...yes...yes...go to it...go on while I finish the coffee...oh, go honey...gently...oh, go.. . "
As we can see, Richard had been unable to contain himself faced with that beautiful and perfumed body. Given the fact her cunt was not readily attainable, Richard had inserted his prick, stiff beyond all hopes, into her little oY ass-hole, and it is thus that Madam de O while squeezing tight her cheeks finished making her coffee and was sodomized in so doing.
The coffee was finished and they still remained in the same position, body pressed against body, mouth pressed against mouth by virtue of a contortion of her head, and the one still within the other. And yet, Richard had already discharged his life giving fluid but his cock was still swollen and stiff.
He couldn't wait another moment, he lowered Madam down on her back. Madam de O her veins filled with the heat of passion, was unaware of the coldness of the kitchen tiles. Then spreading her thighs with his two hands, Richard threw himself down like a man dying of thirst onto that vagina which just a moment ago had eluded him. He applied himself to the task of sucking, licking, and munching that delicious morsel with such ardor that Madam de O in her drunkenness of sensation felt neither the will nor desire to do justice to the two enormous balls suspended over her face and cock tickling her tits with that all but too expert tongue of hers.
She started coming and she couldn't stop as Richard continued sucking without pause and then with even more energy once he tasted her come juice sticking to his lips. Every time that he sensed an attempt on her part to free herself from his embrace he doubled his efforts and tightened his grip on her. Madam de O's mouth was now glued to his ass-hole (he had managed to work his legs underneath her back) and not a sigh, gurgle, rattle could be heard. With unequaled tenacity Richard continued to suck, and lick; squeezing between his lips her clitoris as if it were a cock in miniature.
It was easy to see from the violent contortions of her legs that Madam de O had reached the height of her orgasm, and it took all of Richard's unwonted vigor to hold her down despite her frantic efforts to free herself.
But Richard was sucking still, sucking and more sucking, till after a full hour of sucking, sucking was coming out of his ears, and he finally got up like a sucking automaton and supported himself on the sucking table.
He stood looking at Madam de O for a long moment; she was still stretched out on the floor as he had left her, her thighs still spread wide leaving to view her gentle cunt and its napkin of wool soaked and glistening with her dew.. .
Slightly recovered from his efforts he became conscious of the danger of her catching cold, stretched out as she was on the cold tiles. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the adjoining room where he gently stretched her out on a couch. Noticing that she was soaked with perspiration, he quickly rushed off to the bathroom from where he returned in a few moments carrying a bathrobe, several towels and a bottle of cologne. Madam de O was so exhausted that she made no move to help him as he removed her slip and gave her a thorough rub-down before drying her briskly and wrapping her up in the bathrobe. However she did revive sufficiently under the good effects of the rub-down to open her eyes and take awareness of what was happening. Then at the moment when Richard was slipping the bathrobe on her glowing body she gave him a gentle smile.
"Ah, my wonderful Richard, you are so kind and thoughtful. How well you take care of your little darling even though you did almost kill her. Oh, I feel completely sucked dry. And you, you nasty boy, must be as dead tired as I. I'm empty, empty...Oh, the coffee?"
Richard too suddenly remembered the coffee and in one jump he was in the kitchen: the fire under the pot was out and the coffee had passed through the drip and amazingly enough was still warm. He was about to light the fire again to heat it up when he remembered that warmed over coffee invariably lost its taste. He went back to his mistress' side, whose face had regained its old animation.
"Honey, the coffee is almost cold and since warming it over will spoil it I'll make a new pot...but then you're so tired it might keep you awake.. . "
"What's that? What nonsense is that? Now you just hush up, I'm thirsty as a camel. Now go and bring the coffee into the dining room, the cups are already there."
She got up slowly, stretching herself like a cat, and then went into the dining room, passing by the kitchen, and glancing in she thought, "That big darling, he's so cute."
Richard came in with the coffee.
"Come here darling, no here in this big armchair, and I'll sit on your lap."
After having poured the coffee into the two cups which already contained the right amount of sugar, he carried them over to the coffee table standing next to the designated chair.
"There you are sweet; but it sure is strong."
"All the better; it'll pick me up. But tell me honey don't you want anything else. How small it is; how nice it is this way; it's just like a little angel's tool."
"Ah, so you think so do you?" says Richard laughing as he looks down at himself. "But look how it's filling up."
"Oh yes, it's full of goodies that you're going to I'll give me later. Now come and sit down in the chair and I'll place myself on your knees."
Seated on Richard's knees, she savored the coffee now almost completely cold but very strong nevertheless. Then when she had finished her cup she took Richard's and placed it along with her own on the little table before straddling Richard's thighs, as if she were mounted on a horse.
'There honey, you see your big dong wants to say hello to my little pussy, and this way I'm going to make you come good; you'll see...Oh look how big he is."
Pressing herself tight up against him she put her arms around him and lifted her rear up as high as she could, and then when the big stick's head was just tickling the inside of that mysterious entrance she suddenly brought herself down with a bang, enveloping his tool to the hilt. She then continued this process in imitation of a horse's gallop. Up and down went her lovely ass, covering and uncovering his slimy weapon.
"Hop, honey, hop, hop, hop, gee-up, hop, hop!"
As for Richard, he had succeeded in grabbing her nipples in his mouth and sucked away, alternating between the two.
"Hop, honey, gee-up, suck away, pull you little mother sucker, hop, oh, old on, hop, oh, it's so good, good, good hop, jam up, oh, oh, ooooh."
Richard came shortly after Madam de O showered down her come juice.
"Up, down, up, down, hop, honey, I can still feel you, oh it's so good."
She now increased the violence of her mad gallop, so much so that poor Richard was completely thrown back against the back of the chair. His cock swimming in the sticky flood, began losing just a little of its stiffness; this was certainly not to the pretty piece's liking. She then tightened her grip on him and stopped her gallop and lowered all of her weight down on his beautiful tool to keep it from escaping from its humid prison. She then continued a slow revolving motion which would have ground a granite block into small pebbles.
"Oh, honey come again. Oh, I'm feeling you good, good, come honey, oh come. I'm flooding with love juice, I'm melting away in come...Oh, come again baby.. . "
Finally, she felt the joy of having her efforts rewarded: in her hot little cunt she felt his softened tool slowly stiffening.
As soon as she felt it good and hard, just right, she began to gallop again at full speed.
"Oh, honey gee-up, hop, hop, hop, come you bastard...suck my nipples...hop, hop, ah, ah, come.. . "
And her rear continued its frantic up and down course, faster and faster.. .
"Come, baby, come, come for all your worth, gee-up ooooh..."
The movements of her royal ass accelerated to ever higher levels of fuck speed till his dong added another victory to its long list, and shot a hot jet up her cunt. On feeling the hot juice, Madam de O let out with one loud scream, one only. Her body had one convulsive tremor which knocked over the chair, and both she and Richard went rolling across the floor, but even then she continued to hold him tight in her strangle hold; digging her nails deep into his flesh.. .
Finally, without emitting so much as a whimper, their embrace loosened...Madam de O rolled over several times across the carpet. Her arms and legs jerked out several times as if they were striking out at some invisible object, and then stopped and remained distended and motionless; her eyes closed and her mouth gaped wide.. .
Bent over like a cripple, Richard slowly got up from the floor and gazed down at his beautiful and ardent mistress; how marvelous she looked stretched out this way. He stood thus for a moment and still she did not budge. She had given her all and now lay there completely vanquished by the powerful tool to which she had given herself up as her only master.
With infinite care he picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, where he managed to turn down the covers without letting go of her and then put her to bed without her once opening her eyes.
He then went back downstairs and got himself a little champagne before going to the bathroom where he gave himself a rub-down and washed. Then he went back up to his blonde mistress: she still hadn't opened her eyes but her heavy breathing of a few moments before had now become calm and regular.
He too got into bed now, and for a moment gazed once at her exquisite body whose only blemish, if it could be called such, was a curly triangle of hair.. .
He then fell asleep, but not before having pulled the covers up over her breasts so that she should not catch cold in the coolness of morning.. .
Perhaps, had they continued the game of love in their dreams? In any case when morning came, even though they still lay in the same position of the night before, they both wore a satisfied and complacent smile on their lips...