Chapter 8
What happened on the second day? Ah, it is no easy thing to describe, for they spent it behind a locked door, and with the curtains drawn. It was only in the evening that they came down to eat, a cold meal quickly prepared, and after having done so they installed themselves comfortably in a large easy chair. There they entwined each other in a tender embrace and gazed at each other with eyes enlarged by deep black circles that framed them. They were barely able to speak more than five or six words at a time. Their faces were marked by such lines of fatigue that one almost felt sorry for them when one knew that they were to be envied, especially When one considered that this fatigue was the result of the exertion of their two splendidly conceived bodies in the labors of love. Only a few words spoken with a sort of embarrassment could be heard.
"Honey, you've killed me...I'm through...come too often...too much, too much come. Baby I love you...I'm busted.. . "
"Poor darling, do you want to go up and lie down?"
"No, it's too beautiful tonight. Do you see that moon shine?"
"Do you want me to play your violin?"
"No, I think that it would put me on edge tonight. No, and then I'm slightly worried about not having heard from Liz, but then I feel reassured because I know that she is well taken care of where she's staying. Listen...did you hear those screams? Listen."
"No, no...I don't hear anything.. . "
"It seemed to me...no, you're right. As I was saying about Liz, wherever she goes she attracts love like a necessity. She's so graceful, so innocent, and alluring. You love her too, don't you Richard?"
"Oh, how can you even ask such a thing, I have but one love-the two of you. When I love one, I love the other at the same time. When either one is not here, I'm afraid to think, to imagine..."
"Yes, I know, and we love you too baby. We want to always, but always live just this way.. . "
"Alas, but you are married, and Liz will marry as well."
"Listen Richard, listen honey...shall I tell you a secret? Listen...Liz loves you like shell never love anyone else again, nor does she love less than anyone with the possible exception of myself. Why don't you marry her? If you only knew how you would be fulfilling her utmost wishes, and then we would never part again, the three of us."
"Yes I know, I've thought of it often, but I'm so much older than she is; have you ever thought of that?"
"Yes my love, but you know very well that age is a stumbling block only for people lacking in sensibility. Can age exist, can age be compared with the strength of our heart, our sensitivity, or our senses? Age is simply a word, a social convention. No, the two of you were made for each other, as you and I were, and the three of us have the same tastes, sensuality, and the same heart and ideals. Can you then consider age as an obstacle, something which for us doesn't even exist. No...Fulfill your desires, hers, and mine, and in a little while marry. You hate the world, and we do as well, we will withdraw from it, or rather you will at first and then I'll come and join you.. . "
"Is it true that you are married, darling?"
"Yes, and now if you like well talk about this marriage of mine. My husband is an arrogant, stupid person filled with an unjustified sense of his own importance just because he has an important title."
"But you too, darling, belong to one of our most important families..."
"Yes, that's right, but our marriage was forced upon us for reasons of social imperatives. Oh yes, I'm married, married with someone who has left for China on some insignificant diplomatic mission, but luckily for him surrounded by three or four secretaries, for he is completely useless, and on top of it bereft of any sense of humor...Listen my darling, something tells me, an intuition, that in meeting you I've broken the vicious circle that tied me to that nonentity. What the future will bring, I have no idea, but again I have an intuitive feeling that soon I shall be able to love you in all freedom. I too have thought of marrying you, my darling, but I too was held back by thinking that I was a little older than you."
"How can you say that when you yourself have just said that age doesn'f exist.. . "
"Ah yes, age...it's rather your temperament which is so young and healthy, for you're not worn out like so many men are, even younger than you. And your artist soul? Aren't you taking it into consideration at all? Liz is youthful beauty at its most splendid heights, her firm young body is a living statue which is necessary for your art, and she will serve you as a model for a long, long time. But as for me, even if my heart and soul remain young forever, your artist's eye will see me as I really am when I reach my fall, and then winter, and that will be a time when Liz will still be in her spring; so you see, Liz and you would make a wonderful couple, and if you will let me I shall share a little in your feast of love for a long time, a long time . .
"My dear darling, you can always command my cock..."
"Thank you for that nice thought. You see how well we know each other-for such a long time, a long time.. . "
"And do you remember how we first met.. . "
"Oh how could Liz or I ever forget it. When you came to that benefit...But listen, I think someone's ringing the bell. What could it be...who could it be?"
As if he had been shot out of a gun, Richard grabbed up a pair of pajamas and went to the door to see.
"Is this Madam de O's? It's a telegram for her. Thank you sir.. . "
Almost running, Richard hurried back to his mistress with the telegram.
Madam de O tore open the missive with trembling hands and immediately looked to the signature.
"It's from Liz."
Having read it eagerly her face broke into a happy smile.
"Listen Richard: sprain cured, arriving tomorrow for lunch. A million kisses to you both."
"Ah, there you are darling, Liz will be here with you tomorrow. And to boot her ankle's healed. Oh, she will be so happy, for in two or three month's time we shall all be happy, and that for always. But wait, did you hear that; listen...I assure you that I hear voices: now do you hear them?"
"Yes...yes...who could it be."
"They must be coming from next door. Let's go look."
"Cover yourself up well; wait and I'll go and get you something."
"You're right, take my big shawl, it's on the coffee table. Thank you, you're so nice. Come quietly..."
They crossed the garden silently till they came to the hedge that separated them from the neighboring one which they could now look into without being seen. Just as they came up to the hedge they heard the sound of voices, and Madam de O drew herself up close to Richard and whispered:
"Let's not make any noise..."
At that very moment a nude woman came rushing from behind a bush just a few feet from where they were watching. No sooner had she gotten to the middle of the lawn than a man surged from the same bush and was as naked as the woman.
He rushed after the woman and on catching up to her grabbed her up in his arms. As the woman tried to loosen the man's grip her face became suddenly visible in the moonlight.
"Well how do you like that, it's Mary.. . "
"Do you know her, honey?"
"Yes, she played at the Fohes Theater...but shush and let's watch.. . "
At that moment she was giving herself up to his kisses, and in the light they could distinguish his beautifully erect tool...Without a word he shoved it deep into her moonlit cunt. Standing, and holding the woman up by her buttocks, the man was shoving it in between her thighs as if it were a crowbar.
Richard and his companion could see their features distinctly, and they observed the expression of complete abandon on the woman's face. Just then a third person with the face and body of a wrestler surged from the shadows. He too was as naked as the first two. In a wink he had joined the first two and pointed his stiff dong in between the soft and pliant ass cheeks of the already spiked woman. He pushed his enormous tool against her ass-hole but it resisted and suddenly with a lunge, his prick sank in to the hilt. Without a sound the two men labored on with intensity, each one in his respective hole. Not far from there could be heard the muffled sound of voices...
Turning their gaze away from the trio-the woman was coming in a violence of juice-toward the new sounds they went to a better vantage point and from there they could get a better view of the neighboring garden. What they then saw had the effect of hypnotizing them: on the huge lawn they now saw a woman stretched out on her back being fucked by one man while another shoved his tool into her mouth while he continued to jerk himself off in order to come more quickly. In another comer they now saw a very young woman, or rather just a young girl, being chased by a huge Negro brandishing a huge member. The chase was not a fair one; in a few lunges the Negro, his skin shining in the dark, caught up with the girl and threw her down brutally across a stone bench which happened to be near. At the sight of the enormous dong pointing at her soft little pussy hidden between her thighs the girl let out a scream of terror, but before she could even finish it the Negro, laughing and showing his gleaming white teeth, placed a hand on her cunt and spread apart her thighs with one brusque movement, and with his other he guided his huge instrument toward the gaping cunt.. .
"Oh, my God," whispered Madam de O "but hell rip her in two. Oh, the monster."
"Hush-up, darling, they'll hear us."
Alas, after but two preliminary turns about the entrance of the little cunt, the Negro drove his tool in violently right up to the hilt.. .
The poor girl didn't even have the strength to scream; they saw her head roll back over the opposite edge of the bench and her arms flaying in mid air. Still laughing, his white teeth still reflecting the rays of the moon, the Negro intensified his labor despite the fact that the girl had now fainted. Oh, now she could taste the love making of a mule, as Messaline had once that of a donkey, for this nigger's tool was by no means inferior to that of an ass'.
And the Negro continued his labor of love, still laughing till finally he seemed to have terminated it. His buttocks suddenly recoiled, and from where Richard and his mistress were watching it seemed to them as if his cock would never stop coming out from between the thighs of the girl.
Madam de O pressed up close against Richard.
"Oh, oh, look darling, there's no end to it; it just doesn't stop coming out, ah, look..."
But now the nigger's tool hung all dripping with love juice down the side of his thigh, down to his very knee.
Without ever letting up his smile the Negro now lifted up the girl and stretched her out on the length of the bench. Now he grabbed up his tool in his two hands and began to rub it across her face, her breasts, her small nipples, and then coming back with it to her face began running it in and around the lips of her wide open mouth.
"God, what a swine," murmured Madam de O breathlessly as she watched.
Another man, a white one this time, put in an appearance and without so much as a how-do-you-do jammed home his dong into the girl's cunt.
In another corner of the garden, half hidden by the shadow of a bush, they saw a man on all fours being sucked off by what seemed to be a beautiful woman if one was to judge by the whiteness of her skin. She had her arms wrapped around the man's thighs as she sucked away with ardor, if the way her eyes were shining in the moonlight was any indication of the pleasure she was deriving from her act.
"And that one, do you know her Richard?"
"It's hard to tell in the dark, but I do think that it's another actress...but look at that...there.
Another man had just appeared: he had a strange build. A big stomach balanced on two long and skinny legs. On seeing the couple he. grabbed up his tool in his two hands and began to work it over. When he felt it to be sufficiently erect he removed his hands and Richard and his partner were then able to see that it was quite long but not very thick; however it was garnished by an enormous pair of balls that hung like two huge reservoirs down the inside of his thighs.
"Ah, what a funny looking instrument; I wonder what he's going to do with it?" murmured Madam de O...
As if in answer to the whispered question, the fat man came forward, grabbed up once more his dong and began to run it around the buttocks of the man being sucked off. The former pushed his rear back in anticipation of the encounter, and a moment later the latter's instrument had disappeared between his ass cheeks...The movements of the bung-holer, the buggered, and the one sucking were finely orchestrated...The last had passed her hands beneath the thighs of the two men and one could guess that her fingers were enthusiastically caressing two pairs of balls.
As an example of some of the exclamations which could be heard, especially from the buggered, for one could honestly say that the third member had literally a mouth full.
"Feel how well I'm putting it to you. Oh baby, can you fuck well.. . "
Each word-being punctuated by a healthy grind by all concerned.
Richard and Madam de O had been watching this performance from its inception with some fascination.
"Well, will you look at that; are they going to keep that up for the rest of the night. Look at that Richard, she's still sucking, and the one doing the bung-holing isn't about ready to stop either. Ah, look, look, she won't let go of his cock and it's quite evident that he can't take any more."
At that moment the one taking up the rear guard pulled out his tool, the length of which was dripping with a sticky fluid reflected by rays from the full moon...The woman then released the cock she had been sucking and had certainly emptied from the way it fell away limp, and turned suddenly on the one that had just made its exit from the ass and began sucking it avidly. As for the proprietor of the tool, he stepped over the woman, trying to get away, but she fell to her knees and clutched at his buttocks with her two hands, and continued unperturbed her ardent sucking. In the light her eyes reflected the glitter of sheer ecstasy. Oh, how she must have loved sucking a fulsome cock, judging from the way she went at it.
Richard and his lovely companion did not leave off gazing at the pair for an instant till suddenly the man quivered and shuddered and then sank to his knees.
"Oh honey, she must have swallowed more than just a mouth full. What a pig she is. Oh, she-likes it.
"Now, come now Richard, stop...oh...not so hard...no, not with your finger...give us your cock...oh, how beautiful it is. And how full your balls are, darling. Oh, you're indestructible...Honey, baby, take away your finger...take aw...listen to me..."
As one can guess, Richard had again been revig-orated by the sight of the above events. However just as he pulled out his finger from the lovely cunt of his mistress as she had commanded, she immediately fell to her knees and grabbed up his handsome tool.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to suck you off just as she was doing...let me...aaah, glub, glub..."
Her mouth full to bursting with the big tool tickling her tonsils, Madame de O sucked away like a trooper. Richard did everything to hold back the come juice and so making the little lady work even harder. But finally, not being to hold back any longer, he grabbed her by the back of her head and jammed his tool into her throat as far as it would go, and he felt his sticky juices mix with the vomit which the deep thrust of his cock had provoked. Releasing his dick she rose to glue her mouth to his, and for a long time their tongues exchanged with delight the stinking matter of their guts. Finally they stopped for breath, and immediately Richard began probing her cunt with his fingers.
"No baby, my big baby, it'll only hurt me, I can't feel the inside of my cunt anymore. You've made me come for hours today, not to mention yesterday. No honey, have pity on your little pussy. Let's go to sleep, holding each other tight like brother and sister. Come on now, my darling Richard."