Chapter 12
Aryan Orgies
After a short rest and the usual necessary intimate wash, my new lover reappeared, smartly turned out in his uniform and looking now very formal:
"Monique, I have just had excellent proof that you are no beginner at this game. That is all very satisfying and enables me to give you certain details concerning myself.
"As you will have noticed, I do like making love in the normal way, but only from time to time. On the other hand, I take a lot of pleasure in certain practices which are called vices by some narrow-minded fools. In other words, I hope to be able to obtain your full cooperation in helping me to get certain feelings which might at first seem to you to be a trifle abnormal."
I listened to him in silence, wondering what he meant exactly by what he had just said. I was most curious about what was to follow and on the contrary was only too glad to be taught something original. So, with a promising smile, I agreed enthusiastically.
He seemed very pleased and concluded:
"Now we have to get down to practical details. I intend to give you 10,000 francs a month in order that you should be able to live in comfort with your mother. Will that suit you?"
"Perfectly, thank you!"
"No need to thank me. Then it is a deal?"
I thought it rather amusing he should use the word in connection with our agreement. I asked:
"I would like to ask you a personal question; are you by any chance in the army as a career?"
"Yes I am; why?"
"Because I think that you act more like a businessman than a soldier."
He burst out laughing.
"So I have often been told before. I find it a lot more practical to clearly define each other's side of the bargain. Do you mind?"
"On the contrary, I like your frankness."
"Perfect. There is just one minor point to clear up, however. There is to be complete freedom to come and go on both sides. The only thing I don't want you to do is to choose your lovers among the officers of the German headquarters in Paris. Apart from that, you can do what you like, in the same way as I!"
"That's okay with me."
"That is what I like to hear, Monique. I believe that we were made to understand one another." He drew me to him in a long passionate embrace. I responded to his caress.
"You are a real glutton for sex, aren't you?"
Saying this, he pushed me aside gently.
"So I have often been told, and your obedient servant!"
Two or three times we made love in the same way, and I was beginning to think that he had forgotten about his abnormal perversions, when one day he said:
"Can you be free for a whole night?"
"That's asking rather a lot, but I ought to be able to manage till four in the morning."
"Good, in that case if you could make the necessary arrangements I should be very pleased."
"All right, you can count on me."
I must explain that my mother, as well as being very unpractical, would swallow almost anything. As she had of course noticed the improvement in our standard of living, I had concocted a charming tale especially for her benefit: I had met a couple of German aristocrats at the shop, who helped us financially and took me to a show now and again. My venerable mother, as long as I moved in the same social sphere, considered it perfectly natural that a daughter of Flemish nobility should mix with eminent German court circles.
So she found it quite normal that I should have been invited out by my high-flown friends, the following being her only comment:
"Our family has its rightful place in European society. I hope you have fun!"
She could not have found a better way of putting it: I was in fact going to be among my equals, my sparring partners during the night's bout were titled. But what a mix-up there was going to be, possibly a cocktail of aristocrats, but certainly a salad-bowl of legs, thighs, breasts, buttocks, cunts and cocks!
Karl, faithful to our old routine, turned up at six. We immediately hurried to our usual hideout.
Surprisingly, he got out of uniform and put on a fashionable civilian suit. He had hardly finished when three people came in.
First, two young women in elegant uniform. One was a blonde, slim with milky-white skin; she could hardly have been 20. The other was bigger, stouter and a brunette. She was about 30. Her pouting breasts were barely kept in check by her tight-fitting uniform. Last of all came a very young man whom I recognized at once as a lieutenant.
He came forward to salute the general, smartly bringing his heels together with a vigorous bang.
"Please, Eric, no more soldiering here! As you can see I have taken off my uniform and soon everyone will be in civilian clothes. But first, let me present you to each other.
"My dear Monique," went on Karl, turning towards me, "I have great pleasure in presenting you to Hilda, Frieda and Eric."
We exchanged the usual polite greetings.
Unashamedly, the three visitors began stripping. Hilda took off her coat and skirt, only keeping on her scanty pink undies. Her tiny tits pointed out under the diaphanous material. Her thin panties underlined the undulating curve of her hips, barely covering her pussy.
Frieda wore a white semi-transparent chemise. Her heavy breasts bored their brown tips out aggressively. She did not bother with knickers. She was completely naked under her chemise. Her black hairy sex made a sharp contrast to the fine white fabric. At last, Eric was also down to his underwear. He was a beauty too.
His creamy-white skin encouraged us to imagine his well-trained muscles, in spite of his rather effeminate appearance. Unable to restrain myself, I squinted at the growing bulge in his pants.
Karl noticed this, and asked somewhat ironically:
"Not bad, is it? Do you like it?"
I answered with a smile.
"All the better; you will be able to appreciate its virility at work."
Frieda came nearer to me and, getting hold of my chin, said to Karl:
"Isn't she nice?"
So saying, she placed her hands on my breasts, stroking them, and commented:
"These are small but well-shaped. Get hold of mine!"
She guided my hands to her breasts. I had great difficulty in fitting my palms around them as they were so ripe.
Karl cut us short.
"Come now, take it easy! Get dressed again, you will be able to make up for lost time later."
At this his face lit up with his now familiar bestial expression ...
We piled into the car and shot off rapidly. I noticed that the driver had been replaced by Eric.
We got to a luxurious mansion near the Etoile. Everybody got out. Karl himself opened the gates. There was no one on the premises, not even any servants.
We were soon cozily installed in a large living room, filled with sofas running along the wall. There was a well stocked bar, to which we all crowded. Drinks to suit every taste, anything from whiskey and vodka to champagne and schnapps. After we filled our glasses generously, the party began to warm up. Literally, as well as metaphorically, because as all the apertures were hermetically sealed, the room being over-heated, Frieda shouted out:
"It's too warm in here. Come on, let's all undress!"
The actual words she used would probably be better translated in the following manner:
"My cunt is as warm as a furnace; who is going to cool it?"
No sooner said than done. In an instant she was stark naked. Standing like a colossus, legs astride, breasts jutting out, a magnificent figure of a woman, she looked the living image of the goddess of love.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Hilda, with careful delicate movements, rid herself of her superfluous apparel. Frieda, welcoming her entry into the arena, gave her a resounding thump on her lily-white buttocks.
"Hurry up, my pet!"
Her behind took on a vivid hue from Frieda's playful pat, and she smiled cunningly. Quickly Frieda ran to Eric.
"Aren't you ready yet?"
Saying this, she gave him a hand taking off his trousers, not without first groping at the right spot, that is to say, his pants, which she took down with growing satisfaction. As I had supposed, Eric was well armed for the good fight.
I turned round to find Karl already bare. Rapidly I compared the two manly members. I admit a choice was difficult, if not impossible. But I did not have long to make a decision. Frieda, who seemed to have taken charge of the proceedings, stood before me:
"Are you not warm enough, keeping your clothes on?"
"No," I answered with a laugh.
"That's just as well! Hilda come and help me undress this namby pamby!"
Hilda obligingly came over, her whole body undulating in provoking motions, like a vicious wildcat. I felt her hands glide over me dexterously, my clothes flew in the air, and under the insidious caresses of their expert fingers which worked all over my body, I trembled with expectation.
Not for long! As if I was as light as straw, Frieda picked me up in her robust arms and carried me over to the divan, where she lay me down. Then, turning towards the two men, she said:
"We are going to prepare this dainty dish ... to be consumed warm."
Joining her, Hilda added her efforts to Frieda's, and both of them began to kiss and lick me; at first my face, then the lower part of my anatomy.
In a second or two I was completely gone, and when Frieda buried her head against my slit, while Hilda held out her breasts to my mouth, I sunk into ecstasy, at first moaning hoarsely, then uttering a piercing cry.
When I opened my eyes once more, Hilda stared at me intently, her eyeballs ready to pop out at any moment, while the two men looked on with ever increasing interest, which seemed to flow down to their hardening rods. Frieda, now fully worked up and triumphant, administered a hardy slap on my buttocks, crying out:
"Jolly good! You are getting the hang of it, but it's only just started!"
I was to perceive the truth of this at once!
Now it was Hilda's turn to take my place on the divan where she offered herself up, her tits pointing out, legs wide apart exposing the panorama of her pussy. Frieda and I lost no time. Our lips and hands worked overtime on her slim white body, taut as the strings of a violin vibrating under our masterly flourishes. Suddenly Frieda shoved her over on her belly. Softly at first, then more and more violently, rising to a frantic crescendo, she smacked her naked posterior. Under her magical touch it became pink, then quickly changed to all the colors of the rainbow. A nerve-racking moan forced itself out from the depth of her throat as she raved with carnal delight under the painfully exhilarating blows.
Frieda, eyes blazing, redoubled her strokes, and getting hold of Karl's well blown-out prick, inserted it in the little martyr's wide-open cunt. Under this new crucifixion, Hilda could no longer restrain herself and with long drawn-out sighs of agony, she unloosed her flowing torrent.
I now took an active part in the game. The mistress of ceremonies pushed me into Eric's arms. Getting immediately to action stations, he maneuvered me to the required position, vigorously knocking his battering-ram against my gate, which was only too pleased to grant admittance. Digging in and improving his position every moment, his spearhead worked back and forth inspecting my outposts. After these preliminary skirmishes, his heavy artillery bombarded my headquarters in wave after wave. Under them I was forced to an unconditional surrender of erotic passion.
Frieda, perfect embodiment of satanic lust, was well satisfied with her two performing couples, and while she looked on appreciatively, her feverish hands were lost in her hairy forest.
After this was over we had a short break for drinks and a visit to the bathroom. During this lull I was able to turn over in my mind the unknown forces which could be unleashed by these sexual orgies. During the preceding scenes, all outward pretense had been dropped; gone were worldly polish, rank, and all the common civilized attributes. We had merely been five bodies, five sexes gone back to the superb basic animal pleasures of prehistoric times, to which we had added the refined, ever-improving vices of modern civilization.
I had hardly finished this philosophical digression when Frieda called the meeting back to order.
"It's all very well that you four have had your fun, but I have had practically none. Hilda and Monique, you will do me the pleasure of preparing the other two to satiate my thirst. It's about my turn!"
We complied only too willingly.
Hilda leaned over Karl, spread out on the divan. As for myself, I looked after Eric with special care. This young man's skin was like velvet and I found it delicious to run my fingers and my" lips on his smooth white body.
I was the first to get Eric to the required point.
"Stop! Number one is on the ready! Wait a moment, Monique, for number two. Right now number two is also beginning to look shipshape!"
Very satisfied with our groundwork, Frieda looked at us ironically.
"Now, my little dolls, I'll show you how to satisfy two men at the same time. And I won't need any help from you!"
So saying, she offered herself up to both of them, their pricks almost meeting in her, and with superb timing she worked them up to their mutual ejaculation, while she herself went off maddeningly.
The party went on till two a.m. The car at last took me home. Luckily, my mother was asleep because despite my youth I could not have looked as fresh as a daisy.
What a night! My first night of real orgy. Drinks and aphrodites! In a few hours I had been possessed by two men and kissed, caressed and hugged by two women. And what women! Hilda was a delicious little devil with an innocent face and perverse tastes. Frieda was a hungry tigress who was never fully satisfied. All this ran around in my head like a top, and I fell asleep, dizzy with drink and fucking, into dreams full of erotic visions.