GC-253 Javin’s Diary
by Harold Crane


As great as was the joy I felt at being married, because of what it 
included which till then had remained unknown to me-having remained a 
virgin despite my sexual licentiousness..! realized very quickly, because 
of my sensual temperament, that the pleasures which I experienced in making
love could be offered me by others.

My husband’s temperament being as excessive as my own, I then understood 
how, while still loving me intensely, it was impossible for him to remain 
faithful to me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way, for I would have been very annoyed if 
he had really reserved all his homage and tribute for my person, which 
would have prevented me morally from receiving those from all those who 
continuously offered them.

I nevertheless had the vanity of wanting to be the first to breach the 
contract….


INTRODUCTION JAVIN’S DIARY by Harold Crane
By Leonard A. Lowag, Ph.D.

I have always found a narrative on the satirical side to be the most 
delightful sort of reading. While feigning ultra-conservatism, the writer 
romps unbridled through his story at a ridiculous pace, and is excused on 
the most inexcusable topics, for he never lowers the dignity of his 
literary level, yet at the same time hits directly on his ill-camouflaged 
target. He therefore literally “gets away with murder.” This kind of 
writing leaves the reader in much the same frame of mind as if he were 
humorously aroused in a profoundly serious situation. The dry, “tongue in-cheek” technique employed by Harold Crane in Javin’s Diary is one to 
amuse and entertain the reader from the first word through the last page. 
The heights of sexual indulgence enjoyed throughout the story are seldom 
paralleled, at least in my experience with writings of apassionata; yet Mr.
Crane never loses his journalistic stateliness throughout this entire 
bawdy, whimsical and delightful saga of sexualis.

Though the word satire comes from the Latin word satura, and was first 
used to describe a melange of foods, it later denoted those works of moral 
criticism, literary pieces of poetry or prose employing ridicule in 
attacking-with more or less serious moral intention-a person, institution 
or some component portion of society in general. The earliest known forms 
of satire are found in the Seventh Century B.C. throughout ancient Greek 
literature. Actually, the Romans claim to have invented satire, and the 
works of early Latin poets do reflect mild-tempered satires; however, these
attempts at ridicule cannot compare with later satiric tirades of the First
Century, in the venomous epigrams of Marital and Juvenal. Corruption within
the existing church was a favorite target of satirists during the Middle 
Ages, when the vices of the clergy of England and the Monks of Spain were 
attacked by writers of the day. In France and Italy, degenerate priests 
were often ridiculed, as were the French people in a burlesque of their 
Courts of Law. The Renaissance period produced the Spanish writer 
Cervantes, whose satiric humor was addressed to all humanity; and English 
satire includes attacks on the Elizabethan era, the Puritans, and vices of 
the Restoration. Following was Jonathan Swift, who revealed Ireland’s 
misery in his Modest Proposal, in which he suggested the establishment of 
cannibalism by way of a cure-all for his country. Satire, the ingenious 
literary device combining the incongruous and absurd with supposedly 
serious wisdom, was also later adopted by Voltaire, and in our time by 
George Bernard Shaw, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Thornton Wilder.

In my opinion, plays based on the satiric theme of Javin’s Dairy and 
encompassing all of its ribald wit and humor would be overwhelmingly 
successful on the legitimate stage or in the cinema, if our censors would 
permit. We find this type of realistic drama in Europe and in other parts 
of the world, but Puritanical America still clings to its veil of hypocrisy
in matters of sex and morality. It seems almost adamant that here the black
and white codes travel side by side, the virtuous nature revealed at all 
times on the surface, and the erotic interior raging all the while beneath 
the respectable covering. How much better it would be to accept life as it 
is in actuality, with NO emphasis on either good or bad, but rather 
accepting the co-existence of both values in all individuals. There are, in
this world, no more mixed-up individuals than those who try to be “all 
good” or “all bad,” (incidentally, virtually a physical and emotional 
impossibility). A pinch of either substance in the opposite life makes for 
a likable, livable person.

In Harold Crane’s capricious drama, the principal characters are a highly
esteemed couple, Mr. and Mrs. John Price. Javin, the wife, who writes the 
story in the form of a diary, is a creature of passion and wit, her sense 
of humor and fair play consistently coming to the forefront when the 
situation warrants, as when her personal maid confides that Mr. Price 
became intimate with her while she was straddling a stool, laying away the 
week’s supply of linen. The maid confesses that she resisted at first, out 
of loyalty to Mrs. Price, but was finally overcome by desire, and in a show
of weakness, gave in to Mr. Price’s whims. Javin, contrary to usual wifely 
procedure, immediately hugs her maid in an affectionate outburst of 
gratitude for giving Mr. Price so much pleasure, and thence proceeds to 
engage her in a torrid homosexual experience to implement her thanks (which
arrangement the reader later finds is a more or less standing situation). 
Mr. Price is a princely sort of person-gentle, mannerly, and oversexed. He 
never passes an opportunity to wrestle a bit with a lacy petticoat, while 
managing to be the perfect gentleman at the captivating sport. The maid is 
a jolly devil-may-care, catch-as-you-can type of lovable girl. She can work
untiringly, play all night, act as a comforter, and liven up any party of 
one, two or more. One comes to love her; and I dare say, if I may do so 
satirically, that I would not mind having a Dolly or two in my country 
home.

Variant forms of odor deviation and fetishism are woven into the story of
Javin’s Dairy, and the absolutely serious relationship between various 
deviant partners teases one out of thought, for the characters maintain 
decorum and self-esteem at all times.

Krafft-Ebing once remarked that the gratification of the sexual instinct 
seems to be the primary motive in man as well as in beast; and in 
describing and studying the numerous individuals whose sexual impulse was 
abnormal, in whom normal desire for coitus was lacking or impossible, he 
founded modern sexual pathology and became inadvertently the 
father-confessor of the inverts and perverts of the world. His belief was 
that erotic fetishism makes an idol of the physical or mental qualities of 
a person (as well as objects used by that person) through association, thus
originating sexual pleasure. By fetishism we mean a condition characterized
by a sexual attachment to certain parts of the body or to certain articles 
of clothing worn by the object of desire, usually resulting in sexual 
gratification. The best known is the shoe fetish, wherein a lover adores 
the shoe of his beloved to the extent that he is able to reach an orgasm. 
Recently, I heard of an invert who literally ate the seats from several 
pairs of ladies’ panties which were hanging on a clothesline; while this 
cannot be construed as true fetishism, inasmuch as the deviant did not know
to whom the panties belonged, it is nonetheless a somewhat typical case in 
point. Binet found that from the fetishism of love springs the particular 
choice in mating-the form, color of eye, tone of voice, odor of body, shape
of hand or foot, etc., all converging to focus onto love as we have come to
think of the sexual attraction between male and female. Custom among the 
natives of the Philippine Islands used to be the exchanging of articles of 
apparel with one’s espoused. These items of clothing were covered with 
kisses and smelled daily until the marital date, as an assurance of 
faithfulness. There are many examples in life indicating that odors of the 
body de become fetishes; cases are known where men have married ugly women 
solely because their personal odors were pleasing. In ancient times, bodily
odors were frequently mentioned as love stimulants-the Homeric poems, the 
Song of Songs, the Kamasutra and others extolled the power of strong body 
odors. Freud once stated that the intimate relations existing in the animal
kingdom between the sexual impulse and the function of the olfactory organ 
bears a relation to those humans with pathological olfactory organs who 
show a decidedly perverted sexual desire. In Javin’s Dairy the perversion 
of smell and taste are touched on in many instances. These deviant 
practices are introduced into the story, the bizarre nature of each 
incident increasing as one gains insight into this strange and 
ego-gratifying stimulus.

Fenichel describes the oral and anal-sadistic stages as being the first 
two periods of emotional development the young child experiences. The oral 
phase begins with the suckling child, who finds pleasure in receiving food 
through the innate reflex of the sucking motion. He states that many 
peculiarities of persons fixated at this level can be explained when it is 
realized that during this period, other individuals in the environment 
become only providers of food with no identity; thus they become “orally 
fixated.” Along with oral gratification also comes oral fear, such as the 
fear of being consumed by another person or thing. The second stage, the 
anal period, is present also from the beginning of life, although about the
second year in the life of the child, the anal-erogenous area becomes the 
seat of all excitation, culminated through defecation. Though the primary 
aim of anal eroticism is pleasure in excretion, this situation is often 
reversed and the child obtains pleasure from holding back the fecal matter,
either from a loss-fear or from reluctance to give up that which gives him 
pleasure. Fenichel brings out that those who in the course of their lives 
postpone the end of pleasure and prolong the beginning, are generally 
latent anal erotics. I have found in my work that those who have “held 
back” in anal procedure, reluctant to release that which belongs to them, 
are often also very possessive with money and earthly possessions.

In this same vein of thought, Fenichel believed that children often wet 
their pants or their beds either for the sake of erotic pleasure or to gain
attention. When, later in life, one achieves sexual stimulation from the 
sniffing or releasing of urine, he doubtless has a urine fetish stemming 
from early childhood.

The fetishes primarily mentioned in this story cover the so-called lower 
senses of sexuality, wherein anal and oral eroticism become one and the 
same, with the one partner receiving gratification through both zones. 
Fulfillment of the mate is through passive reception or through the normal 
flow of the erogenous surface of the skin and of the specific area 
involved. In this line of thought, I recall a wealthy man who came to me 
once for help; his problem was his desire to have his sexual partner 
excrete fecal matter onto his face, and consultation revealed an ugly 
experience in early childhood. As monstrous as this fellow’s problem may 
seem to the casual observer, it is an accepted practice in perversion in 
the field of sexual psychology, and while I would not say it is a common 
form of deviation, I could not state that it is uncommon.

If you are a believer in plural sex, this book will bring you many hours 
of pleasure. If you will recall, Greece during the classical period boasted
the status of its males, who had prostitutes to give them pleasure, 
concubines to minister to their daily needs, and wives to bear them 
children. In addition, these supermen also indulged in homosexual unions 
with their more passive youths. In spite of these magnificent men, close 
observation of the ancient cultures of the world will show a decided 
tendency toward the taking of one mate by both male and female, with the 
possible exception of those few cultures that did allow concubines or 
additional wives when the first wife could not bear children. Nevertheless,
the reports of Kinsey, Pomeroy and Martin show that most married males and 
females do engage in extra-marital activities. In addition, they report a 
large percentage of married adults participating in homosexual activities 
while maintaining apparently normal home lives. In Javin’s Diary, we find 
that Mr. and Mrs. Price have entered into a delightful marriage bargain 
wherein either or both parties may participate in sexual liaisons at any 
time he or she chooses, so long as one tells the other about his 
activities. It is a source of great joy to this venerable couple to lie in 
an erotic pose prior to the sexual act, whilst they tell of a recent sexual
affair with another man or woman. The one hearing the recital always 
regards his mate with respect and dignity, even admiration, upon hearing of
such an incident. If one or the other should at times grow a trifle 
jealous, an extra person is brought in to liven up the situation and to 
make amends to all concerned.

Read Javin’s Dairy when you are in a playful, mischievous, sensual mood. 
Read it with one you love, or with one you love to spend time with.

To quote from The Imitator of the First Satire of Horace, the satire in 
this novel should. “Like a polished razor keen, wound with a touch that’s 
scarcely felt or seen.” And such delightful pain!

CHAPTER I

That evening Mr. Price addressed me directly. “My dear Javin, the times 
are gone when a mutually respected old woman was charged with the mission 
of addressing a young man’s intentions to her family. If this were not the 
case, I would have been sure to have had one aboard before undertaking this
most wonderful cruise. And it is for this reason that I permit myself to 
speak to you directly and to beg your hand in marriage. If the answer is 
yes, I shall speak to your uncle Sir Edwin first thing tomorrow.”

This conversation took place on board the Clara, on an exquisite night 
enveloped in a veil of moonlight.

We had just left the ballroom, where could be heard the last strains of a
belabored tango; the passengers were drifting off to their cabins, and we 
walked down the deck a bit before stopping and leaning over the rail.

The boat was gliding silently through a country of dreams dotted by the 
tiny islands of the Archipelago. As little as I am inclined to poetry, for 
I’m rather sensual and realistic, I could but admit that the time and 
place, for the kind of declaration which had just been made me, could not 
have been chosen more propitiously.

And yet, I kept my silence.

“Well? My darling Javin, don’t you know how I feel about you?”

He pressed his thigh indecently against me, and as before while dancing, 
rubbed a passionately firm phallus up against me in show of his feelings.

“It’s been this way for a year now; ever since that night at Ostend. Do 
you remember?” he whispered.

Oh, yes, I certainly did remember. The night had been suffocating. 
Finally, at about three in the morning, I couldn’t stand it any more and 
went to lie down on the beach. I was nude, covered by a light robe, 
dreaming under the stars and rocked by the sound of the waves-when suddenly
out of nowhere a hand covered my breast. Oh, you can imagine my fright! I 
muffled a scream of fear. Whoever it was had understood that I was 
frightened to death, and a soft voice murmured:

“Don’t be afraid, little girl; I won’t hurt you.”

Happy to be reassured, and even more so because the tickling of my hard 
little nipples was exciting the hell out of me, I asked ingeniously:

“Is it true? Is it really true, Mr. Wolf?”

“But of course, Miss Javin.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m staying at the same hotel, and just a little while ago, not being 
able to fall asleep, I went to stand at my window. From that vantage point 
I was able to see you go out, and recognized your charming silhouette. And 
so I followed you here. So you see, you have nothing to fear, and I promise
you on my word as a gentleman that I won’t go beyond the limits permissible
with a young girl.”

“In that case I’ll believe you Mr. Wolf, and you can eat me up, since you
seem to want to so terribly.”

Lasciviously, I gave myself up to him. He drew back the robe. As soon as 
he had done so I spread my thighs apart with complete complacency. His hand
smoothed the satin of my thighs; then his finger began an indecent search 
and finally his fingers began the task of giving me pleasure.

Just thinking about it again tonight, standing next to him, makes my 
spine tingle.

He twirled my inflamed little button between his thumb and forefinger. 
His pinky was employed at the far end in tickling my most secret nest 
hidden between my buttocks. The little pout which I made him with that 
latter spot led him to understand that I was expecting more of the same; I 
received the penetrating visit which I had hoped for. A little higher, his 
other fingers, in accordance with our agreement, were limiting themselves 
to the pleasures of gently grazing the swollen lips of my seashell, and 
going no further in their reaping of the pitch of my desire.

From the drunken pitch of my cooing, he understood that I was approaching
the height of pleasure. He wanted to take part in it, and taking my hand, 
placed it on a superb object. Without saying a word he made me understand 
what he expected of me. I was familiar with the principle (Dolly, our maid,
had told me of it) but I had never put it into practice. However, my 
ignorance seemed to add just that much more spice, for Mr. John Price 
confided to me in a low and hurried tone:

“Oh, Javin, you’re going to make me … make me..

“Me too!” I whispered excitedly.

Our desire being uniform, we both increased the rhythm of our gestures; 
then suddenly, as I came abundantly over his fingers, his priapus that I 
was manipulating with energy sprayed its generous outpouring all over my 
golden down.

I had only to kneel down at the edge of the water, and at his plea I 
permitted him to use his diligent hand to accomplish the task of erasing 
all trace of his hot offering, which was gluing up the curly silken strands
of my garden. He was so gentle in doing so that I felt my appetite renewed.
He noticed it and pointed his index-finger against my quivering button. He 
murmured:

“And now, my dear little Miss, what would you say if I put my tongue to 
it?”

I answered with energy:

“I would say, sir, that it would be most welcome, and that you are the 
nicest wolf alive.”

And under that starry sky I had my pussy and flower heart delected 
several times over.

The next day, while I still felt the flaming ripples of his tongue 
between my thighs and buttocks, he had himself officially introduced to me 
by a friend.

As I sigh at the moving memory of these events, John begins again:

“Well, Javin, won’t you give me an answer?”

No, I don’t feel like answering him; I’m too excited by the memory of 
that delicious night at Ostend.

“No, not tonight, John. I want to think it over.”

I make a move to leave, but he holds me back.

“All right, so be it. You’ll give me your answer when you feel like it. 
But stay a while longer, Javin.”

He takes my hand and pulls it toward him. Oh, the dirty boy! He forces my
fingers around his enormous scepter, which he has just taken out to air. I 
take a quick look around. If someone should see us! Luckily, there is no 
one on deck. Anyway, he’s placed himself up against me so that nothing 
could be noticed. Only the fish in the sea could catch sight of this 
unbelievable scene.

Then, reassured and gripped by a voluptuous rage, I tighten my hold on 
his instrument; my nails sink into his tender flesh, and I start shaking 
it-shaking….

One hoarse rattle; his body relaxes, and words spill from his lips. “Ah, 
Javin! You’re the most divine creature that ever lived!” Between the bars 
of the railing spurt out several milky jets, which fall into the ocean.

I take advantage of his prostrate state and make my escape. Once in my 
cabin, I lock the door.

Still awake and waiting for me is my darling maid, Dolly. Kneeling at my 
feet as I stand before the mirror, she undoes my garters. In order to roll 
down my stockings her hands move high up on my thighs. I spread them apart 
with the hope of bringing her into temptation, for after what has just 
happened between me and John Price, I have a mad desire to be sucked off, 
to be swallowed. The Honey! She understands without my having to say a 
thing. Her graceful tongue approaches my center of joy.

“Oh, Miss! You’ve been dancing, and you were hot! Oh, that perfume-I love
it! But you’re all wet already….”

“It’s because of Mr. Price. He got me so excited that I went to the john 
and played with myself a little.”

Her indiscreet fingers spread apart my hidden lips. Her charming mouth 
comes near; her dainty tongue takes aim, and then I feel the delicate kiss 
of her lips on my pink slit. It takes her but a few minutes to make me 
come.

“Dolly ..

We were stretched out next to each other, nude, in my narrow berth.

“Dolly, we have to talk it out. Mr. Price asked me to marry him tonight 
What do you think about it?”

We talked for a good part of the night, and the next day I gave my 
answer:

“My dear John, the answer’s yes. Now, don’t go jumping into the air, 
because I have some conditions to make. Listen. You’re a terrible lady’s 
man. Now don’t deny it. Last month I caught sight of you in the Graves’ 
garden with Mrs. Grave, the captivating Lily, and in spite of the risk of 
being caught by her husband, you were crawling behind her-”

“I promise you, Javin-”

“Shut up, you liar. If I had come upon you at the end, I wouldn’t have 
seen anything, for at one point she covered your head with her skirt. But I
was there right from the beginning: when you drew up her skirt, and when 
she offered you what you were after in bending over like a bitch in heat-”

“All right, I admit it. But you can’t hold something which happened in 
the past against me.”

“Did I say I would? Not in the least. Only, on seeing you covering Mrs. 
Grave’s rear with madly passionate kisses, I couldn’t help but remember 
that on the day before, in your director’s office, my own had received a 
similar homage from your lips. And that accompanied by the same ardent 
words which you had used with the charming Lily! So I said to myself-oh, 
without the slightest jealousy; believe me-that the feminine charms of a 
pretty girl interest you more than her personality. And I repeat-”

“All this is very subtle-”

“That might be so, but you have absolutely no comeback. And don’t forget 
that at that moment we were nothing more than two beings gripped by a 
voluptuous sensuality. But during the ten days that we have been on board, 
and that you have been courting me, I’ve been able to collect several more 
proofs that you are a trusser up of skirts, first-class.”

“Oh, Javin-”

“Shush! You’ll only lie again, and it won’t do you any good, especially 
since I’ve just told you that I was willing to become Mrs. Price. However, 
I see that you want to know of what proofs I speak. Well, I’m going to 
satisfy your desire. Only the day before yesterday, I saw you with that 
Mrs. Ragdale, the little brunette that’s going around trying to catch every
male on board and who sits at the captain’s table. Leaning on the rail, at 
the very same spot where we were yesterday, she gave herself with good will
to the exploration of your expert hand beneath her ample skirts. The game 
ended, she almost fainted in your arms, having expressed such avid interest
in it, the dear. You then dragged her into the ballroom, where after a 
quick look around, you decided that the piano stool was just the thing, and
having installed her on it you proceeded to give her a most delicious 
riding lesson. Am I right?”

“So be it. I no longer deny anything. But does this mean, then, that you 
are jealous, my most adored Javin?”

“Ah, not in the least, John! All it means is that if I accept to become 
your wife, I most certainly know what to expect.”

“Oh. And yet I feel myself so ready and capable to be faithful to you-”

“Don’t say silly things, John. You don’t at all sound convinced, and your
‘And yet’ in what you just said serves as but one more proof. No, I think 
that you are much too sensual to be faithful to anyone.”

He thought this over silently, and I could tell that he was considering 
all that I had just told him.

“You’d make a wonderful lawyer, Javin, and perhaps you are right. But in 
that case, I don’t at all see what you’re leading up to.”

“Something very specific. I want you not to be jealous of me, no more 
than I will be of you, once we are married, and if that should prove to be 
the case, I think that we should be able to have a very happy married 
life.”

“Ah, Javin, you’re wonderful! I swear to you that I shall never be 
jealous. On the contrary … But you spoke of conditions before. What are the
others?”

“There is but one, and that is that I absolutely insist on keeping my 
dear Dolly as my maid. Is that all right with you?”

“Perfectly, darling. Well, now that I’ve agreed to everything, when are 
we getting married?”

“Whenever you like.”

“As long as it takes to get the marriage license.”

“Okay, Johnny.”

He steps back a step and, taking a theatrical stance with hand 
dramatically placed over his heart, declaims:

“Ah, dear damsel, and till that happy moment whilst thou permit…?”

“Pray, what sir?”

“To … as it is put in that delightful tale by Boccacio … place a certain 
devil into hell?”

“Ah, no, my dear friend! Despite the things which I permitted that night 
at Ostend and since, I shant go beyond those innocent pleasures. Believe it
or not, my dear John, I have the ridiculous desire to be married in white.”

“I shall be delighted to have it thus, for you’ll make a ravishing bride.
But won’t you give me a few advances till that beautiful day? You know the 
kind I mean?”

“Of course. But nothing more. Believe me when I say that that is the best
way.”

“You’re right, darling, but….”

He presses himself up against me. We’re well hidden behind a heap of 
ropes on the far upper deck.

“But that nasty devil is giving me all kinds of trouble. Here, judge for 
yourself.”

Without giving me warning, he took my hand and without so much as a 
how-do-you-do he made me appreciate his big tool through the cloth of his 
pants.

Under the influence of my fingering it begins to jerk about violently, 
which puts me into one of my states.

“Quickly, come with me and I’ll give that poor devil some credit for 
damages.”

I was sitting on my berth, leaning back against the panel; my legs 
dangling over the edge; my dress pulled up and exposing my gaping pussy. He
was standing before me; the two of us exciting ourselves by our indecent 
poses. I jerked him off in a fury, and he came twice, almost consecutively,
sprinkling my fur. Afterward, I could tell from the delicious devil’s limp 
air that I could be confident of my fiance’s fidelity for at least a few 
hours.

Five weeks later, and not without a ceremony like the one described above
taking place each day, I became Mrs. John Price.

CHAPTER II

AS GREAT AS WAS THE JOY I FELT AT being married, because of what it 
included which till then had remained unknown to me-having remained a 
virgin despite my sexual licentiousness-namely that deep interpenetration 
of my womanliness by a handsome masculine member, I realized very quickly, 
because of my sensual temperament, that the pleasures which I experienced 
in making love could be offered me by others.

My husband’s temperament being as excessive as my own, I then understood 
how, while still loving me intensely, it was impossible for him to remain 
faithful to me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way, for I would have been very annoyed if 
he had really reserved all his homage and tribute for my person, which 
would have prevented me morally from receiving those from all those who 
continuously offered them.

I nevertheless had the vanity of wanting to be the first to breach the 
contract. However, it was he who was the first, and thereby stirred me into
action….

It was on the ninth day of our conjugal life, and we hadn’t been apart 
for more than a minute, when he had left on some business and I went to 
look for something in Dolly’s room. In her room, I came upon my darling 
John in the process of kneading his famous devil while burying his nose in 
a pair of Dolly’s panties.

My steps having been muffled by the carpet, I withdrew without his being 
any wiser. I almost died laughing, but not before having solemnly promised 
myself that before the day was over I should have made a cuckold of him.

That which is the desire of woman-such is the desire of heaven.

That very evening, our first night out together, we were in a night club.
Deafening jazz, shouts, noise, dancing, and champagne … the place was a 
hotbox. He whispers silly things to me, points to ridiculous couples, 
tickles me, pinches me, and makes me burst with laughter, so much so that 
all of a sudden I feel something hot and wet running down my thigh. Oh, my!
Was it by accident? I look at him bewildered.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

“Uh, uh, I think that I’ve wet my stockings.”

“Huh?” he asks, not having understood for all the noise. “Huh? You wet 
yourself with champagne?”

Again I burst out laughing.

“No, you silly, not with champagne. I’ve made weewee!”

“Oh!” he blurts out, suddenly inflamed by the vision of what has just 
occurred in my panties: at the idea of my little crystals of humid warmth. 
“Oh, not really, Javin! You’re still a little girl!”

I nod my head in a show of contrition.

“Here, put on your coat so as to hide your dress, which must certainly be
slightly stained. Come to the toilet. If you like, I’ll help you, as Dolly 
isn’t here to.” Ho, ho, what had he just said? In my drunkenness I had 
forgotten his naughtiness of this morning, till he had the misfortune of 
naming Dolly. Again I can see him smelling with avidity the private odors 
of my little delicious darling.

“No, John,” I murmur mincingly. “No, I’ll go alone. Our table will be 
taken if we both go.”

He is convinced by my last argument, and I make my escape.

Well, up in the dressing room it didn’t take long before things began 
happening. There’s a handsome young man standing there, smoking a 
cigarette, as if he had been waiting for me. He must have taken me for a 
professional. He also noticed that I was high. And I was. He pushed me into
a little alcove. I laughed. He locked the door and immediately began to 
forage in my underthings. I can still hear him now:

“You little pig! You’ve pissed in your underpants.”

“It’s the champagne,” I muttered.

“Oh, I like that! If only you knew how much I….” he blubbered. “It’s 
still hot. Leave it to me.”

I couldn’t ask for more. He had a joy piece that was as hard as steel. I 
was overjoyed. He sat down on the seat and had me straddle him. Oh, I was 
delirious! I drooled, I was so happy. I thought of Dolly and her private 
things that John had tried to find the secret and jeweled perfume of. John,
my husband, who was downstairs, just below me, so close, waiting like a 
good boy at our table while I was making a cuckold of him with all my 
heart. While a hot and superb tool was wallowing in my depths, a tool that 
was not his. Ah, how I came, how happy I was to be fucked this way by the 
first stranger that had presented himself, and that only eight days after 
our marriage!

And not only did I not know the name of my first lover, but I can’t even 
remember what he looked like, I was so drunk.

What I do remember perfectly is what we did: his tool buried into me to 
the hilt, my stranger suddenly became motionless, and without him doing a 
thing I had a solitary spasm. Then he began foraging my tunnel from top to 
bottom, as if to assert his presence in its most hidden corners. Then he 
said:

“As you came up here to relieve yourself, why don’t you go ahead! Don’t 
be embarrassed, I love the sensation of a hot out poring on my member.”

So I relieved myself at great length. My cascade in miniature flooded 
over his thighs.

He let out a bellow. Struck by the shell of pleasure, he crumpled up 
against me, his eyes closed, his mouth open and gasping for air.

More than satisfied by this trial run, he then asked me to turn around. I
obeyed him without the slightest hesitation.

He impaled me for the second time. Driven wild by lewd feelings, I began 
to ride it out with violent bucks and rolling grinds of my rump, which 
quickly brought to an end the fatal stabbing.

Finally, without any explanation, he stood in front of me, his priapus 
still erect despite having been struck twice by the lightning of pleasure.

I immediately understood, and before gobbling up his swollen virility, I 
was unable to resist the temptation of covering it with relishing flicks of
my tongue. Then as one hides a treasure, I stuffed as much of it into my 
mouth as it would hold.

“Ah! Ah!” he cried.

I began sucking him off for good now, like a suction cup. For a long time
I slid my mouth along the slippery thing.

I suddenly felt it getting harder and swelling as if it were going to 
burst. A copious flood, creamy, burning, and which I found delicious, 
filled my gizzard in several spurts.

I guzzled it all down with delight, and continued to suck till his 
phallus was nothing more than a little worm, squishing between my lips.

“That was really good,” said the stranger.

“Doubly so for me,” I said, laughing. “And you’ll never know how much 
so.”

He wanted to hold me longer, but I got away. Downstairs, John was waiting
for me with impatience.

“Feeling better now?” he asked me. “Judging from the time it took you, 
you really paid a considerable tribute to Nature.”

“I relieved myself marvelously well,” I answered, barely being able to 
keep from laughing in my darling husband’s face.

He didn’t notice my repressed hilarity.

“Come and dance. I want very much to hold you tight in my arms.”

On the dance floor we held each other close while moving tenderly to the 
strains of a slow foxtrot.

“Let’s go home right away,” he murmured after the first dance. “I’m 
finding it difficult to keep myself from grabbing you right here, in front 
of everybody.”

As soon as we arrived, John threw me down on the bed and began to calm 
his inflamed desires. As for me, mine had already been calmed in a most 
unexpected and delightful manner.

CHAPTER III

After eighteen months of marriage, it was only last night that I finally 
found the courage to ask a certain favor of which I had been dreaming for 
ages of my dear John.

I had desired this certain favor ever since that day, while I was 
browsing through the books on the top shelf of the library, I discovered a 
letter in a book of poetry.

Its envelope still showed a legible postmark above the tall, feminine 
handwriting which had traced out the words, Mr. John Price.

It was because of this that I was able to determine that the woman in 
question had known my husband before our marriage.

The letter was of an unimaginable lewdness, which I devoured with avid 
eyes on the instant. However, I was unable to finish it before I had to 
call for my dear Dolly, who had been puttering about in the next room.

She immediately appeared and spied me on my perch; her eyes aflame, she 
had understood the reason for my calling her.

“Ho, ho! Madame is exciting herself, reading something dirty. Oh, I 
understand why my dear mistress has called for me. You just go on reading, 
and leave me to it.”

She picked up my dress and pulled down my panties, and gave up her hungry
mouth to my little pussy. I continued reading while she gently nibbled at 
me. What am I saying? Continued-I began all over again, so as to enjoy it 
more fully.

My dearest John:

Your wonderfully lascivious letter arrived this morning. I was still 
lounging in my bed, my husband having left very early to go to his factory.
Just on reading the first few lines my nipples, which you love so, became 
all hard and erect. As for that little joy button of mine, it blew up like 
a small balloon. Oh, if only you could have seen me!

I kneaded it between my thumb and forefinger while I poked about in my 
dripping slit with my index finger. In short, played with myself all the 
while that I was reading your letter, my big darling.

I love you for writing me all those horribly lewd things. So they even 
gave you a hardon in writing them. And you say that you jerked off the 
other night while poking your nose in those panties of mine that I sent 
you. You must have noticed, or rather smelled, that I had complied with 
your wishes, my filthy darling. I had worn them three full days, so you can
imagine to what point they were permeated with the perfume you love so. 
Every time I made wee-wee, I wiped myself with the crotch, and every time I
masturbated I dropped my load into it as well.

In warming over the crotch with your breath, the way you explained it to 
me, you must have extracted, in all its hot, musty freshness, the odors of 
my pussy, the manure from between my buttocks, my come juices-all those 
things which raise to its most exalted heights your enormous engine, and 
all for my pleasure.

I was so excited by your narrative, told in such wonderful detail, that I
had to call for Conny. In the absence of your beautiful machine, I felt a 
terrible need to have something in my mouth that I could lick and suck on 
with all my might.

When she came in, I said to her:

“Here, pick up your skirt and give me your little bowl of sweetness.”

“Oh, but I haven’t washed yet! If it’s all the same to you, I’m rather 
that you make do with my backside.”

“If you like, my dear; but afterward your little pussy’s going to get a 
good tongue-lick cleaning.”

Well, my darling, John, I then proceeded to lick her asshole in the same 
way that you do mine. What a fund of love-dew was waiting for me when I 
switched orifices! And the gush of joy juice that later shot into my 
waiting mouth!

And to think that it’s all your fault because you write me letters which 
are so lascivious and lewd, in which you use all those horribly dirty words
that you’ve taught me to love!

When I stop and think that I, Mrs.–––––, delight in using filthy language
and find it the most exciting of things…! And better yet, when I think of 
the contrast between the prim woman of the world and the squirming, 
sex-thirsty bitch that I am when I’m between your thighs, being crocheted 
by your anchor hook; just the thought of it is enough to make me come.

Oh, hurry to me, my handsome lover, my exquisite male! I have the 
maddening desire to lick you all over and to be kissed by you. Like the 
last time, when we indulged in some 69 in that furnished room. You were in 
such a hurry that you didn’t even give me time to take off my hat.

I can’t wait to see you again, so that we can do more of those dirty 
things that we love so well.

When you come again, I’ll open my cunt wide so that you can stuff your 
big dong into it right up to the gonads, and so that you can make love to 
your honey of a whore.

You cannot imagine how shocked I was on having read this provoking 
letter. So my husband, who in everyday intercourse uses only the most 
polite and correct language, gets his kicks from using filthy words!

However, I was even more excited than shocked. Excited not so much by the
contents of the letter, as by the thought that perhaps one day I too would 
be able to pronounce words like that out loud, many of which were still 
unknown to me.

What did I really know at that time of the language of lovers? Nice and 
polite expressions, of course, but they just don’t have the spice and the 
biting quality of vulgar words. When my husband feels like kissing my 
little thing, he asks me politely:

“How about letting me kiss you, you-know-where, honey?”

Of course, he does it to perfection, but it seems to me that if while he 
was doing it to me I could say and hear myself saying dirty things, my 
pleasure would be infinitely greater.

Or when he wants to rose-petal me-an expression I had already learned at 
boarding school-he whispers in my ear:

“Honey, turn over, so I can caress your pretty rear.”

Now, it seems to me that if at that moment I could talk to him about my 
pretty little asshole-Oh, how I love that word! Or again, if I could say to
him:

“Oh, yes, baby, eat it! Eat my little cutie of an asshole!”

Yes, it seems to me that I would feel much better if I could, and I’m 
sure that I’d come all the more.

And just thinking about all these things, perched as I was on top of my 
footstool, I came like a miniature Niagara Falls. As our Mrs. would have 
said, ‘I dropped my full load’ into Dolly’s waiting and attentive mouth.

I’d been mulling it over the last few weeks. How could I get John to talk
to me in the same way as he did to his former mistress? How could I get him
to call me, as he had done her, ‘a little whore’? ‘my cunty bitch’?

Finally, after many hesitations, I risked it last night.

We were both in his room, he buried in an armchair, reading the evening 
paper, while I was busy reading a story of romance.

“Hey, get a load of this! Come and read this, honey.”

I got up and went to his chair. I leaned over his shoulder and read the 
passage he indicated.

I soon noticed that his gaze was buried deep in the open cleft of my 
dressing gown. As I wear nothing more than a slip beneath it, and that is 
loose, I offered his gaze a most suggestive view. So suggestive, as a 
matter-of-fact, that I noticed a swelling in the right place beneath the 
cloth of his trousers.

I leaned forward even further. Then, while his mouth furrowed its way 
between my breasts, his hand came gliding in from behind, climbing up on 
the inside of my slip. For a long time he just patted my buttocks, teasing 
my asshole in passing, and then his hand slid on still further and I opened
my thighs to it. He plunged his thumb to the hilt in between my parted cunt
lips, then withdrawing it covered with my finest lubricant, he backtracked 
and inserted it gently into my most secret cubbyhole.

Oh, to be played with while standing is the most delicious of sensations!
While his thumb is delicately titillating my asshole, his index finger is 
feathering my cleft with infinite music.

Neither one of us hurries, in order to make our pleasure last as long as 
possible. My hand, which I have stuffed inside his pants, is kneading his 
swollen nuts.

It was then that I said to myself that it’s now or never to tell him of 
my turbid desire.

I bend over, speaking very softly into his ear:

“Honey, would you be nice and…? Teach me some nasty words? Dirty words?”

For an answer, I feel his joy stick stiffen even more. What a wonderful 
reply to my request!

His voice rises up to me from between my breasts.

“Javin, my little bitch, so that’s what you want. Will it excite you, 
give you pleasure?”

“Oh, yes, John! Tell me. Make me say some dirty words.”

So saying, I bring his machine out to air. I’ve got a fistful. With two 
of my fingers I pull back its foreskin and bare its extremity.

I give it a little shake and point it up toward my mouth.

“And to think that that night at Ostend I didn’t dare touch it till you 
put it into my hand! Look, it’s giving me the high sign.”

“Go, you filthy bitch.”

“Yes, that’s it, I’m your little bitch.”

“A bitch that loves to roll in shit.”

“Oh, I like that!”

“Say that you’re a little bitch.”

“I’m a dirty little bitch.”….” who likes to stuff her hand in men’s 
pants.”

“Yes….”….” who likes stiff cocks.”

“Oh, yes, yes.”….” and who likes to coddle them.”

“Yes, who likes to coddle….”….” with gobble-joy.”

“Oh, gobble, gobble.”….” who likes to suck on ‘em.”

“Oh, suck-you said it.”

.. and who loves it.”

“Love, love (slurp), loves it.”….” and who drinks it all down to the last
gooky drop.”

“To the last drip-drop.”….” who prefers it to caviar.”

“I can’t stand it, Caviar! All the time caviar.”

“You’re nothin’ but a dirty sow.”

“Yes, I’m the very greatest sow in the Queen’s Navy.”

“A dirty sow that I love for the very reason that she’s a dirty sow.”

“Sow, sow, sow, I’m a dirty sow comme toi!”

“Well hardly comme moi; even sowier than I art thou.”

“I’m even filthier than my darling little sow husband.”

“Pig.”

“I’m the piggiest of women.”

“Nothing’s shitty enough for your taste.”

“Amen.”

“Well, my darling little bitch, put your leg up on the edge of that 
chair. Now I can contemplate your adorable little pussy. Spread your thighs
further apart. Oh, look how the pretty pink slit opens its tender lips 
between its mustaches of sumptuous fur!”

“You’re making me feel embarrassed, John.”

“Embarrassed! Not that. You should be proud of being the owner of such a 
prize jewel. I’m going to take a picture of it so that I may have it with 
me at all times. A real virgin’s pussy with its lips so finely turned, and 
to which I love to glue my own in order to receive its dew of love.”

“Oh, John … You do know how much I like to cream into your mouth. And it 
is with a transport of delight that I receive your sucking lips and mouth.”

“I’d like to see the day when I wouldn’t afford myself of your delicious 
lubricating juices.”

“Say that again.”

“Your delicious lubricating juices.”

“I find that expression amusing. All the more so since I love to drink 
yours to the last drop. Drink your juices, honey. Oh, it’s driving me nuts 
just hearing myself saying all these things while you have your thumb in my
little buttonhole. By the way, what is that thumb of yours doing that is 
affording me so much pleasure?”

“It’s digging you, honey. Just as my cock does when I put it into you. Do
you remember the first time that I did it to you? You were terribly 
frightened. You thought that that thing would never get into you. 
Nonetheless you were anxious to try, and you spread your thighs to help me 
at my task. With your pretty little hands you spread apart your buttocks 
and stuck your fingers into that wonderful asshole of yours in order to 
facilitate my coming.”

“Yes, but like a big brute you took me by the waist, and holding me tight
you plunged in with one mighty lunge, and put the whole of that thing into 
me. Ah, it was wonderful! You really do love my little ol’ shithole?”

“You know damn well I do, you little bitch. What a little hypocrite; here
she asks me if I like her suburb, when she’s going around showing it off 
for my benefit at every opportunity she can invent.”

“Are you complaining, mister?”

“You ol’ gangster, you know I’m not. Every time you show it to me, don’t 
I shove my nose into it and lick, suck it, stick my tongue as far as it 
will go into its pink star hole? Haven’t you sensed the mad pleasure I 
derive from it?”

“Oh, yes. And it just drives me wild. Well, do it to me, John. Take out 
your thumb and replace it with your tongue. Oh, that’s good! You’re licking
me, you pig, dirty pig, beloved pig. The tip of your tongue is penetrating 
me. Am I offering you my ravishing rear in the way you like? Oh, what 
joys….”

And oh, he keeps it up a long time. In no time at all I flood his 
fingers, stuck up in front, with joy juice.

At that same moment I can see his priapus shooting its sacrifice into the
air.

CHAPTER IV

“Well,” says John, while we are making love with me straddling his knees,
“well, my little woman, I can see that saying lewd things inspires you. Ah,
you little come girl, you really dropped a load into my hand. And what 
wonderful progress you’re making.”

I’m in seventh heaven. He has called me a come-girl. “Is it true that I 
cream well, John? Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Can’t you feel how hard my machine is?”

“Oh, yes. But say it again, anyway. Do I do it as well as those little 
pros?”

“You make them look silly, my Venus. You do it a thousand times better, 
for those ladies don’t have a pussy like yours, with an iron grip. Just 
think of how often those poor dears make love, and of the number and size 
of utensils that cross the threshold of their pussies. So how can you 
expect the walls of their cunts to equal your nutcracker twat?”

“Hum..

I wonder if his hypothesis would hold up under laboratory testing. For I 
flatter myself, since our marriage, of having strung quite a necklace of 
joysticks, and some larger than John’s; yet my love of a cunt still remains
a “virgin’s pussy,” as he likes to put it.

One of our friends confirmed it again just the other day when he remarked
on the difficulties he was having at getting it in. And yet his equipment 
is but just a little above the average.

As for my technique-it seems that it’s perfect-in the “nutcracker 
effect,” I’ve been complimented on it for some time now.

But these are secrets which I’ve kept from our happy, comfortable married
life. Secrets which, according to the agreement reached between us at the 
time of our marriage, we are both under the obligation not to inquire into.

In reality we do nothing to fool each other, however; even though we love
each other dearly, we do not have the slightest hesitation in being 
unfaithful to each other.

The running of his business forces him to do a lot of traveling, making 
inspection tours of all the branch stores.

And when he returns from these trips, I always find without fail traces 
on his laundry, sometimes even on his trousers, of his adventures with 
others.

I can’t deny that this excites me.

As for me, on certain evenings when I come in he buries his nose in the 
panties which I’ve just taken off. He finds the same kind of traces, which 
inform him of my activities of the afternoon.

The day before yesterday when he did so, it was still hot. Edward 
Ratskill, a friend of John’s, had taken me home. It had happened not two 
steps from here, in a taxi parked at the corner of the street.

On saying goodbye to Edward, in place of a goodbye kiss he licked me 
clean between my thighs. Then, pulling out his erect tool, he whispered:

“How about a little suck of your pretty mouth.”

I obeyed, charmed. Then, no longer able to withstand his desire, I put 
his tool into my burning pussy, and in five seconds we both creamed again.

It was almost eight o’clock. I ran to the house, squeezing tight my 
thighs, trying to hold in all that had just been offered me. I went 
straight to the bathroom and grabbed a towel.

John caught me bent over, my skirt hitched up, and just about to wipe 
myself. Well, he didn’t so much as say a word.

He just jammed his hands into me, one before and one behind, and began 
working me over, all excited by my jewels abundantly watered by the juices 
of my lover.

“Oh, how I love your being a whore this way, honey!”

Then, forcing me down on the bed, he spread my legs and moved his head 
into the desired position.

Mouth agape, tongue thrust forward, he got down to licking up the 
trickles of white fluid which had run down my thighs.

I watched him lap up this hot juice, smashing his lips with pleasure.

Once my thighs were cleaned up, he moved up to my pussy, filled to the 
brim with the elixir of two intermingled loads of joy juice.

He gives a mighty suck-sloush, into his mouth it goes-he tastes it and 
then one big swallow … He licks his lips with relish, the dirty pig.

At the same time he pulls out his swollen arrow and offers it to me.

I go at it like a vacuum cleaner.

He sucks away with greater intensity, garbling words incoherently:

“Ah, ah, oh boy, is this good and sticky! Boy, I love this!”

“Eat it up, you bastard!” I let out at him.

At that he goes to it even more; one would have said a vampire glued to 
its prey.

You can hear the lapping of his tongue at the door of my flooded grotto.

Boy, that Ed sure put in a load, and I hadn’t done so bad myself.

But now it was my turn in receiving a copious ration. With intermittent 
spurts his come juice swells out my cheeks and spills over on my lips and 
chin.

I sip it down slowly, and then I cream, screaming my joy.

In truth, we are a very modern household!

CHAPTER V

WHAT AN AMUSING INCIDENT BEFELL ME today! I was alone in my boudoir, for 
my husband was away in the country for a period of three days and it was 
Dolly’s day off, and reliving minute for minute an upsetting interview with
a charming man of dubious eloquence in an old and charming house in the 
fashionable part of town.

Of an abundant eloquence, the proof of which remains in copious globs on 
the edges of my panties, slip, and stockings, and not forgetting those 
still glistening in my sticky bush.

While sitting nude on the wash-basin rinsing out the latter, I close my 
eyes and bring back to memory those ultra-gallant hours.

But let’s begin at the beginning:

As happens very often on those days when I don’t have to get up, I was 
playing with myself in the secrecy of my warm bed, taking advantage of my 
half-waking state between dozing.

While delicately tickling the wrinkled opening between my buttocks, by 
way of a cheery hallo, I work over in a most indecent manner (with my other
hand) my sighing love nest.

I love the firmness of these lips, slightly swelled, and of pure outline,
which glued together are retaining the cream of my nocturnal emissions. I 
spread them apart with my fingers, and a smaller but equally precious pair,
still damp from the dew of my pleasure.

I push my finger in deeper. Oh, there’s that cute little button, and how 
I would love to be able to glue my mouth to it, and remain so forever. 
Alas, nature has ill made me, and doesn’t permit me to kiss my own little 
pussy and to lick it to my heart’s content with my amorous tongue.

I have to be satisfied with bringing its odorous fluids to my nose, along
with the delicate manure of my precious little hole, and thus too I am able
to taste between my drunken lips the delight of my two jewels.

It was in this state (which my bath had not calmed, for I had been 
careful not to come) that I got dressed. Having decided to just wander 
about, I dressed with that in mind, putting on my prettiest underthings, 
making sure that they were such that they would present no difficulties to 
the first hand offered and climbing up my thighs.

Ah, as opportunities go, I’ll certainly remember that one. It presented 
itself in the form a well-dressed gentleman who addressed me quite 
discreetly as I was looking at the window of a jeweler’s on Fifth Avenue.

But where his approach was discreet, his words were altogether direct.

“Ah, my dear miss. I’ve been following you for the last few minutes, and 
I can’t tell you how much I admire your walk, your legs, and your hips. Oh,
your hips ..

He closed his eyes, as if trying to see them as they were beneath my 
dress.

I let him have it square between the eyes:

“Does my ass really attract you to that point, sir?” He was a bit 
startled by the violence of my answer, which was intended to let him know 
that I was ready for anything. And as these words were accompanied by a 
most engaging smile, he continued:

“Yes … that’s it. I can picture it beneath the cloth: so perfect in 
shape, so tempting, so delicate … Oh, if only I could see it!”

“You don’t expect me to show it to you here in the street, do you?”

“Then would you … somewhere else? Really? Oh, how good of you! Well, come
then; come, come, oh yes, come quickly. Let us go to my place, if you 
will.” Seeing my moment’s hesitation-oh, not motivated by a renewed sense 
of virtue, but by an irrational moment of fear: He seems well brought up, 
but after all I’ve never seen him before in my life-he performs a quick 
gesture. He pulls out his wallet and pulls from it a few numerically large 
notes and stuffs them into my hand.

Well how do you like that! I’ve been caught at my own game.

Okay, let’s play the game, and be the whore at her very best. I put the 
money into my bag, as he whispers into my ear:

“Fear nothing, miss. I don’t have the slightest intention of making you 
big with child. All I ask of you is a little laissez alii, no more.”

At the flick of a wrist, a huge black Cadillac pulls up to the curb.

No sooner are we comfortably installed in this luxurious setting, than he
begins feeling me up in the most outrageous manner.

He opens my coat and pulls up my dress and showers my visible parts with 
iambic flattery. Then he draws off my panties.

“Oh, what a wonderful bush! How full, how beautiful!”

He begins scrounging around in my bush, searching about with a tickling 
caress in my foamy cushion. I am just about to open my curtains, which till
then I had kept firmly closed, when suddenly I remember that this is not 
the moment. A bit of washing up would first be needed.

“Oh, why do you resist?” he exclaims, surprised, especially since I had 
made no objection to his admiring my bushy pussy.

Why? I don’t want to tell him. Before going out I had to enact an 
enforced duty to Nature, and I know that … I feel that….

If it were simply a matter of my front, everything would be fine, but I 
sense that his digging finger is not only interested in finding my cunt. I 
sense that he will drive it on to that hidden secret hole buried between my
buttocks.

It is not without some regret that I bar the way, for I just love dirty 
things, and that one in particular-as when I call my husband over, or one 
of his friends in his absence, on coming out of a certain place and have 
him lick me clean, in particular between my buttocks. But since I didn’t 
know my companion’s tastes … What if I was mistaken?

In order to make up for my provisional refusal, I engage his attention to
my breasts. Perfect! He is completely mollified on feeling my nipples get 
hard with desire under the clever manipulation of his fingers.

Finally, here we are in his sumptuous house. The first thing I notice is 
a strange chair, evidently designed for the purpose of the cause.

He explains to me how I am to sit on it with my back turned to him, but 
as I ask him to give me a moment alone in order that I may wash up a bit, 
he immediately answers:

“No, no stay just the way you are. Don’t undress; I want to look at you 
first dressed as you are in all your finery. A beautiful woman like you has
no need of any additional care.”

“And yet….”

“No, no, no, I tell you, I’ll like all there is of you, and it can but 
delight me. Now, sit down here. This way. Yes, that’s it. There, you see? 
You are perfectly supported by the slant of the seat, which should prove to
be comfortable and prevent all fatigue. And now, it is I who pull up your 
dress.”

” He keeps repeating the words, ‘Pull up,’ over and over, as if they had 
some magical content.

They even begin to have their effect on me, especially since as he says 
them he is pulling up my things, accompanying his actions with the 
crustiest words.

“There, now first your coat … now your dress. Just a little while ago 
while I was following you, I was already imagining my joy at doing this, 
and now here I am doing it. With your permission. What joy! All that’s left
on you now is your delicious little panties and your bra. First, off with 
this one. Ah, what lovely breasts you have! Oh, how firm; and those 
orange-colored nipples. But now I’m coming to your panties … with your 
permission….”

And he bends to let drop my last veil.

“Oh, what a splendid rump! Just a moment ago I was still imagining that 
charming crevice buried in the warm folds of your dress. But it’s still a 
million times more beautiful than I had pictured it. What ravishing 
half-moons! Ah, what true splendor!”

There is a mirror placed in such a way that I won’t miss a single crumb 
of the scene, and I don’t. He’s down on his knees with his face just below 
my buttocks, which he is in the process of admiring and showering with his 
eloquence.

The chair on which I am reclining is conceived in such a way that he need
not bend his head nor contort himself in order to contemplate at his ease 
my parts, the most secret of which I am offering to his view with complete 
complaisance, peeking out at him from between my widespread thighs.

He has taken out his penis-mighty handsome, I declare-and fondling it he 
vaunts my intimate charms … he feels me out.

“Oh, what a beautiful bush frames this most fuckable pink hole! Ah, what 
an adorable nest of flesh is this your pussy! I drink in its maddening 
odor, and can just make out a slight scent of ammonia. Oh, you dirty little
thing! You’re just like a little child that makes in its pants. Here’s the 
humid proof all around the edges. Oh, naughty! But I love you for being 
this way. And here, a little higher, your cute little nest hidden between 
your buttocks. Yes, help me bring it to light with your hands. Ah, the 
beautiful eye, the pretty fruit of love. Oh, how wonderfully it turns 
itself out! But, my words, I know my onions, and I can tell that it hasn’t 
been long since you … It’s still fresh! Ah, you careless thing, you! But 
that’s good. With just one wee lick and it’ll be all gone. Then again, no; 
I won’t give it that tongue lick which would be so exquisite, so 
delightfully dirty, so intimate, because I want that adorable manure to 
remain, for it is going to make … make me … Ah, I can’t hold it any more! 
I’m com … coming! I’ve creamed.”

And there, having suddenly got up, he stands sending fat jets into the 
air like a sick fountain.

I yell at him not to waste all of that good seed, and I receive in answer
the remainder of his juices on my buttocks. It feels like a hot rain, 
sticky, which runs over my skin. It gives me a terrific sensation.

On the click of a lever, I am gently thrown back till I am facing him and
exhibiting all of my front to his exultant stare.

“What a marvel of a little cunt! How beautiful it is! And what a show to 
see the wet foam encircling its lips and bathing your erect clitoris! Ah, 
what a delicious basket, where many a tongue would love to waggle.”

“And why not yours, kind sir?” I blurt, damnably excited, “Come on and 
get down on it. I’m dying with desire.”

“No,” he says. “Despite my great desire to get down on it, I shall not do
it. I would like to keep before mine eyes the show of your pleasure. Touch 
yourself, miss. Masturbate yourself, here, two inches from my face.”

Oh, he begins to exasperate me, refusing me his tongue. I feel that if 
his tongue were just to graze the edges of my cunt, I’d come on the button.
Well, whether he likes it or not, he’s going to put it to me.

With one sudden movement forward, I grabbed him by the hair and shoved 
his face into my cunt, sweating it out between my spread thighs. He tries 
to pull away, but it’s too late. Just at the touch of his nose, which I had
shoved all the way in between the lips of my twat, giving my love button a 
heck of a rubdown, I creamed like a queen.

At the sight of his face all covered with my come, we both burst out 
laughing. There is some on his chin and on his cheeks. He licks as much of 
it up with is tongue as he can by running it around his lips; as for the 
rest, he wipes it off with his pocket handkerchief.

Now he begins to show me a new way of playing with myself, or rather I 
should say with ourselves, which I had not known before.

Close up against me, he has placed his big tool just between the lips of 
my cunt, as in a frame.

With but two fingers he pulls back the silky foreskin from the head of 
his cock.

The effect of this pressure and the light brush of satiny skin against my
button is one that resulted in a delightful act of masturbation. It’s 
simply wonderful. I’m delighted at this contact, which goes down the length
of his handsome dick, which I lubricate copiously with my juices.

“It was one of my young cousins that taught me this trick when I was a 
little kid. I was fourteen at the time and she eighteen.”

“Tell me about it, and in detail.”

“That excites you, does it?”

“Madly.”

“Well, one day she had spied her father in the act of being played with 
by one of our maids. As she possessed a healthy imagination, she 
immediately tried it out with me, and I must say that her delicate hand was
crowned with the greatest success. She had made me promise that I would 
return the favor, but I met with no success. So it was that every day 
behind her carefully locked door, we fondled each other wildly, sprawled 
out on her couch, which was placed in front of her full-length closet 
mirror. She would pull the whole of my bundle out from my fly and I would 
spread apart the slit in her pants, and then off we’d go, warning each 
other whenever we approached an orgasm so that we could arrange our efforts
in such a way as to come simultaneously.

One day she came to the conclusion that one hand could serve the purposes
of the game for both of us, and after several attempts she came upon this 
ingenious and delightful position. Don’t you find it so?”

“I tell you it’s simply delightful. But go on with your story. I like it 
very much. Who was it who led this game of only one hand?”

“First hers and then mine. She found still another way of giving us 
pleasure, and that with no hands at all. She made me lie down on the grass,
and then opening wide my trousers and underwear, pulling up my shirt, she 
would then stretch out my stiff little pecker the length of my belly. Then 
pulling up her own skirts before my desire-inflamed eyes, she straddled me 
in such a way that my pecker was gloved by the lips of her pink cunt. Such 
that the head of my dick was pressed up against her joy button. Then by 
just moving her body ever so slightly she rubbed herself and me till we 
both came.”

“Ah, the little wanton! Thus she was able to have her pleasure without 
taking any risks.”

“Yes, and it was in this way that I acquired this particular taste and 
desire, which has remained with me.”

“Oh, the little whore! We’ll do it that way in a little while; but for 
now, speed it up. I feel like I’m going to come.”

“Yes, that’s it. Let’s cream.”

“There-can you feel how I’m pouring out the juice over your fingers and 
dick’s head, pushing up against my love bud? Ah, it’s coming….”

“Oh, oh, yes, me too….”

“I’m going to come! How about you?….”

He didn’t have to answer, for just at that moment I felt a hot jet plunge
through my bush, as I covered his jumping dick with all of my own delicate 
juices.

A moment later we repeated the little scene that his cousin used to play 
with him on the grass.

I made him stretch out on the carpet, and to make him get another stiff 
on, crouched down over his face with my dress pulled up.

Spreading apart my buttocks I let him admire the manure of my little 
hole. The few seconds that I permitted him to inhale the musty fumes of my 
asshole were enough to bring him to the brink of coming.

Then, turning about, I straddled him as had his cousin. Our bellies 
pressed close together, I rubbed myself about, and soon after we both 
creamed like crazy.

“And now,” he said, after we had recovered from a magnificent snack of 
caviar and liver paste, washed down with excellent sherry, “how about that 
show of you playing with that divine twat of yours while I watch?”

I offered him his desired sight in the way which Miss Quim had taught me 
during the years I had spent in boarding school.

I had become the teacher’s pet, but a very special kind of pet, in the 
sense that all that she ever asked of my loving mouth was to kiss her 
asshole.

She didn’t like to be gotten down on, and strange as it may seem, she 
never once allowed me to pose my lips against her superb cunt.

The joy of working over her clitoris and tunnel of love was reserved to 
her own fluted fingers, which I watched with drooling eyes.

She kneaded her button between her thumb and forefinger while she poked 
about inside her cavern with her ring-finger.

Thrown back across her bed with her knees pulled back to her shoulders, 
all she asked of me was to nibble, lick, and poke away at her little 
wrinkled asshole, winking at me from between her snow-white buttocks.

Her pleasure was infinite, as she kept her whirling fingers in time with 
my flicking tongue.

A selfish pleasure, at that, when I think of the slaps I received from 
her hand when at times I could not keep myself from grabbing a quick 
mouthful of her juice, dripping from the limp edges of her cunt.

On receiving one of those nervous and lightning slaps I quickly stuck my 
tongue back in the desired hole, and it wouldn’t be till she came, and her 
joy juice would come running down between her buttocks, that I was 
permitted to regale myself.

Well, all this just to say that I played Miss Quim’s game for my man. 
With one variation, however; my companion, rather than licking my asshole, 
contented himself with the smelling of it.

We were both equally excited as the result of this obscene spectacle 
which I offered him. For an epilogue, just as I was coming, he straightened
himself up and creamed all over my gaping cunt.

The good effect of my ablutions of a little while ago are all passed, now
that I have finished describing the lewd adventures of this voluptuous day,
and I find myself once again in heat.

If only Dolly were to come in, I could have her belt on that dildo which 
we managed to acquire, and which she hides with care in her room. I don’t 
particularly want my husband to find this beautiful object, for he might 
get jealous by comparing its size with his own.

On second thought I remember that the cook had bought some cucumbers in 
the morning. Now, that would serve my purpose wonderfully.

I make a beeline for the kitchen. They’re there. What luck! I pick one of
comfortable size. And the bananas. Why not one to nibble at my asshole 
with?

Well it’s better than nothing.

And anyway it’s only as a mild form of distraction till my Dolly comes 
back. Whenever she comes in, she never fails to tell me all that happened 
to her during the day-that is, of course, if my husband isn’t home. Her 
stories are invariably delicious, and never fail to lend some additional 
spice to our love play.

She tells me everything in a progressive way, so that at the most 
exciting moment we both have to stop talking while we gasp out our come.

CHAPTER VI

IN THE EVENING WHEN WE ARE IN BED, I leaf through a fashion journal while
John glances through the Wall Street Journal. It takes only a few minutes 
before he drops the paper to the floor and selfishly asks:

“Have you finished, Javin?”

It’s always the same story with men, and my husband is no different from 
the rest.

We always have to be at their disposal whenever the desire strikes them. 
It’s true that it’s something like the story of the outstretched fist and 
the open mouth. My friend Jill puts it more crudely:

“It’s only right, really, when you consider that our slits are always 
ready to receive a visit, but as for our misters, they are only ready for 
the attack intermittently. Might as well take advantage of each opportunity
as it presents itself. It’s just that much more gained, even if we hadn’t 
been thinking of it at the time.”

It’s quite evident that she is right, and I must say that I’m not one of 
those who would refuse a like gift. But I also know that a short wait can 
but increase desire, so I enjoy my luxurious fashion magazine just a little
longer. In a gentle voice I ask for but a few more seconds.

“Five minutes more, honey. Here, have some fun while I finish this 
article.”

I acknowledge my invitation by turning my torso in his direction without 
moving my shoulders, and spreading wide my thighs.

Then in the silence of the room, lit by the pink shaded lamp on the bed 
table, I continue reading while he, completely delighted, turns to take 
advantage of my gift.

He turns his head on the pillow, and as my nightdress has wide slits in 
its sides, he tucks his nose into my snowy armpit, his lips glued against 
the first swell of my breast.

As for his hands, buried under the sheets, they are at work without the 
slightest concern for prudery.

I could count the ten fingers which are spread over the distance from my 
asshole crevice to my pussy bush. Some spread apart, some slide, others 
finger the mucous membranes of my delicate orifices. Under the beneficial 
influence of their kneading, I begin to lubricate like a grease gun.

Two of them make good use of the fact in covering themselves in the 
greasy stuff, and then plunge their entire length into my secret portals. 
The little pigs! They pull out and then in they go again, and so keep up a 
most delicious pumping action which is most exciting.

I continue reading, but daring a quick glance to the side from time to 
time.

His eyes are closed, as if to better enjoy the pleasure of my salty 
tidbits, which are a pleasure to us both. Then one of his hands comes out 
for air. But the purpose of its journey is to travel to his nostrils, which
inhale with passion the odor of some secret dung. It’s been a long time 
now, since I no longer wash before going to bed, at his insistence.

After having sniffed his fill of the finger, he sticks the smelly and hot
thing between his lips and savors its dizzying taste.

Ah, now he’s not in such a hurry for me to stop reading; quite the 
contrary.

“Don’t you worry about me, dear; just keep on reading,” he tells me 
tenderly.

As for him, he just continues feeling me up without the slightest 
embarrassment.

And why should he be embarrassed? Does a husband feel embarrassed with 
his own wife? But as matter-of-fact, the way that I arch my rear, spread my
thighs, is answer enough, as far as he’s concerned, as is my joy juice, 
which he licks off his fingers with the care of a gourmet.

I turn myself a little further in his direction. His eyes are still 
closed, but his engine, which is quite swollen and large, pulsates against 
my thigh and indicates as nothing could the intense pleasure he is deriving
from his little manipulation.

I whisper to him in a very excited way:

“Oh, John, how dirty and lewd you are.”

“Don’t you like that, my little honey?”

“I should say!”

“I had no doubt about it.”

“And yet, while we were engaged, you never exhibited quite to this extent
the taste you seem to harbor for my asshole. But it doesn’t matter: when my
aunt said to me the morning of our marriage, ‘Your husband is permitted to 
do what he likes,’ I never thought of all the dirty things you like so 
much.”

“And now that you know what they are, you like them, my little 
fuck-arounds; don’t you, my little Javin?”

“Oh, yes!”

“You couldn’t do without, now.”

“Oh, no!”

“Do you remember how you nearly died of shame that day we went for a 
stroll in Squire Park? We had gotten lost among the lanes, and do you 
remember the fuss you-made because you wanted to hide behind a bush in 
order to take a wee-wee?”

“Well, what do you expect? At the convent they didn’t teach me to piss in
front of a gentleman. Even if that gentleman were my husband.”

“Despite that, however, what didn’t you expose to view, you and your 
little teacher?”

“But of course. That was a lot of fun, and it excited us to see our pink,
fresh little pussies let go their fine golden sprays, all smelly. But in 
front of you, that wasn’t quite the same thing.”

“And why not?”

“We were married but for a short month. But it’s all forgiven when I 
remember how you followed my every move as I picked up my dress. You had 
gotten your face so close to my thighs that I actually pissed on your 
nose.”

“Boy, did that get me excited!”

“And then how embarrassed I was when I discovered that I had nothing to 
wipe myself with, having forgotten my bag in the car.”

“You hadn’t wanted to use the hem of your slip, and you asked me if you 
could use my silk bread-pocket kerchief.”

“And as it turned out my wet little twat was all cleaned and dried by big
laps of your loving tongue. Oh, how embarrassed I was!”

“How mistakenly.”

“I agree. I don’t know how I managed it, perhaps it was due to my 
confusion at your watching me make wee-wee, but there were a good many more
golden drops glistening in my bush than there are normally.”

“All for my greater pleasure.”

“I can still see all of that pearly moisture twinkling on my bush, and 
you with your mouth wide open, coming at me, your tongue all ready to make 
like a rag. Oh, how disgusting I thought you were!”

“As much as that?”

“Yes. But oh, the pleasure it gave me, all the same. And you noticed it 
yourself, for in a minute I felt your lips against my slit. I spread my 
thighs all the more so that you could lap it all up, and everywhere. Oh, 
how wonderful it felt!”

“Ah, yes. And just two minutes later that little priggish lady creamed 
like mad in her kind husband’s mouth. Hold on; just as you will now again.”

“Oh, really, honey? Do you want to, darling?”

“Ah, the little bitch! How innocently she asks me if I should like to 
make like a little rag for her. As if you didn’t know that I always feel 
like it. My tongue is just itching to go all the time, honey.”

“Since you want it, bring me the pot. I’m in great need.”

He jumped up to fetch me the pretty little porcelain chamber pot, in 
which I immediately delivered myself of a full bladder before his drooling 
eyes.

The moment I had finished, he glued his mouth, trembling with desire, 
against my soaked bush, and sucked and licked up all of the left-over 
yellow liquid.

At the same time he had grabbed up his raised scepter in his right hand 
and was busy drawing forth its sap, while his left hand languidly bathed in
the contents of the pot.

CHAPTER VII

“Oh, DARLING, WHAT’S THIS?” JOHN HAD thrown back the blankets of our huge
conjugal bed and was pointing to an enormous greasy spot on my nightdress, 
and just at the right region, too, and large as a hand. It’s dry, and stiff
as starch.

I just laugh, determined to make him squirm, for it’s the first time that
he has asked a question of that kind. Although he had already had more than
one occasion to discover similar spots before on my panties, slips, and 
underthings, he had never dared even refer to them, by virtue of our 
agreement. We never speak of our reciprocal adventures-that is, unless it 
is to use them as a stimulant for incomparable love sessions.

This time I want him to make love to me the lazy man’s way before 
answering him, so that in the meantime I can daydream of the scene which 
occurred between him and Dolly the week before. It was she who had told me 
all about it right after it had happened, and I haven’t had the opportunity
to derive any pleasure from it yet. That is, not with him as yet.

While he bashes away at me like a self-confident male should, I muse over
what my little Dolly told me: “Would you think it? I was in the closet 
where I keep your dresses, putting away a pair of your shoes. You know how 
dark it is in there. As I’m stranded on the footstool, reaching for the 
upper shelf, the light suddenly goes out. Thinking that a fuse has blown or
something, I begin to carefully step down, when I feel a head insinuate 
itself beneath my dress and begin an upward journey toward my belly.

“At first I thought that it was you, thinking that you had been taken by 
a whim to get down on me, as happens rather often; so I didn’t move.

“I felt my panties going down and my slip up, and then a hot breath blew 
between my buttocks, which had been spread apart by two hands.

“Well, since all this excited the shit out of me, I bent forward in order
to offer my little bung hole to greater advantage to the approaching mouth.

“But when I finally felt it against me, I immediately knew that it was 
not you beneath my skirts: Madame’s lips are so much softer!

“I guessed that it must be the master, and tried to get away, but it was 
too late. He was licking me wildly with his pointed tongue, while kneading 
my inflamed button with his hand, brought forward from behind between my 
thighs.

Then, no longer being able to resist, I gave in to him, thinking that you
would be kind enough to forgive, especially since I wasn’t at fault, and 
then again, I knew that I could afford you some pleasure in telling you of 
it.”

I did in fact forgive her, all the more since my inopportune arrival on 
the scene had interrupted the affair, and my Johnny didn’t have time to 
fuck her, as I’m sure he had every intention of doing.

Frightened at the sound of my steps, he had hidden himself behind my 
dresses.

Dolly came out of the closet, her face all pink with the pleasure she had
just experienced.

She had placed a finger on her lips to make me understand that I was not 
to say anything.

Then with great care she locked the door of the dark enclosure, and with 
calm she dragged me into my boudoir to tell me the whole story, hot off the
asshole.

The two of us laughed like crazy, thinking of my husband locked up in the
closet. But her tale had excited me.

I stretched myself out on the couch and gestured to Dolly that she should
place herself over my face.

Delighted, she immediately drew up her skirts; she had no need to draw 
down her panties, which were still stopped at her garters, and lowered her 
pretty ass assembly, still damp from my wonderful husband’s tongue, down on
my face.

Then she plunged down between my thighs and glued her hot lips against my
burning pussy, while I sucked her juicy cunt into my mouth.

We both creamed like mad, after having munched at each other for a good 
long time.

After this charming memory has made me come again, John addresses me once
more: “Well,” he says, pointing at the big spot on my nightdress, “is it….”
Tell me.”

“Yes, of course it is,” I replied, laughing softly.

He laughs as well, not the least bit jealous, but rather all the more 
excited.

“Oh, tell me about it, my darling little whore! Tell!”

“Don’t be so impatient. But first, I don’t want your tool to get hard for
nothing. Give it me; yes, like that No, no farther; just at the entrance of
my quim, between my swollen lips which are just going to uncap it. That’s 
it; that way it’ll keep my joy juice from running out. No, don’t push it in
any further. You’ll push it in bit by bit as I tell my story, and then only
at the end will you ram it in to the hilt. There; perfect. Do you feel how 
good and hot it is to put yourself just at the entrance of your whore of a 
wife’s love tunnel?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Now listen. As always when you’re away, I went to the store to look in 
and see if everything was all right.”

“And have yourself admired by our salesmen, you dirty little bitch?”

“Yep! I get a big bang out of getting them all excited, those young 
bucks. However, I’ll have you observe that the salesgirls are no less 
anxious to devour me with their looks, despite all the appearances of 
deference (which I like, by the way), all the better to let me have it with
when they are alone together.”

“By gosh! Ever since they know that you kept Harriette for a full hour 
alone with you in my office trying on shoes, they’re all hoping that their 
chance will soon arrive. And since we’re on the subject: that happened 
eight months ago, in June, just before we went to Camden, and you’ve never 
told me exactly what you did with that pretty girl. You know that the girl 
had the reputation of being a cunt-hungry Lesbian. I bet you had her eat 
you.”

“Naturally. But she came all by herself, and before I did, that young 
wench.”

“How so?”

“Well, you remember how hot it was at the time. Well, I just didn’t have 
a thing on, and I don’t mean that figuratively. Just a slip underneath my 
dress, and that was it.”

“In short, you were bare-assed.”

“Exactly. And since my dress was very short … “

“One could see all with ease.”

“Yes. Kneeling down before me, trying on my shoes, Harriette noticed my 
nudity immediately.”

“She was certainly moved at the sight of it.”

“She kept one corner of her eye glued to the show I offered her in 
crossing and recrossing my legs.”

“Oh, the piggy!”

“With the sun just flooding in from the window facing me, she had no 
difficulty at all in making out the outline of my bushy triangle snug 
between my thighs. She caressed my secret parts with her lascivious eyes, 
eating up their every wrinkle and nook and cranny.”

“The latter hanging open, certainly, considering your position.”

“Of course. I kept bending down to examine the shoes….”

“And then…?”

“Then, by I don’t know what impulse, I looked into the mirror at my 
right, and what do I see behind me?”

“So, what do you see?”

“I see the girl, on all fours, with her nose in the air, taking in the 
sight of my naked ass.”

“Ah!”

“Completely beside herself, she remains completely unaware of the fact 
that I am watching her, and moves her nose even further along beneath my 
dress.”

“How did you react to that?”

“At the sight of my image in the mirror, which is, to say the least, 
exciting, I feel my blood begin to boil. But instead of grabbing that 
pretty head and shoving it into my most secret recesses, I decide to let 
her do as she will, and to see how far she will go in her most indiscreet 
maneuvers.”

“Good idea, my little darling.”

“I try to make things easier for her, and help her as much as I can in 
her endeavor.”

“Bravo!”

“I pull my foot up onto the seat and turn my knee in toward myself as 
much as I can, in order to spread open my buttocks, and thus to unveil my 
cute little asshole. It just drives her wild, and her hot breath is so 
close to me now that I can feel it along my crack. I can feel that she 
won’t be able to hold out much longer. Any minute now I’m going to feel her
rosebud lips up against my wrinkly little hole, and I get all wet in my 
other hole just thinking about it.”

“Go on.”

“All in a thither, I crouch up waiting for that first lap of her pointed 
and dripping tongue, reaming out my pink-bordered hole. But….”

“But what?”

“Bang! All of a sudden I see her body in the mirror going through all 
kinds of convulsions, and down she goes panting to the floor.”

“Oh!”

“The little bitch, she had gone off and creamed herself into an 
ice-cream-parlor paradise while I remained there with my juices gumming up 
my guts!”

“No kidding, Javin, you mean to tell me she had come? Are you sure of 
it?’

“Without a doubt.”

“But how?”

“For one thing, she told me she did, blushing all over, and then when she
had gone out I looked at the carpet where she had been, and there, still 
glistening in the sunlight, were a whole string of pearly drops which had 
drooled out of her hot pussy when she had come.”

“Ah, so you know that little Harriet has a pretty little pussy!”

“Wait till you hear the rest.”

“Oh, honey that really gets me all hot, to think that that little bitch 
screamed just at the sight of you! Ah, let me ream you out a bit. There. Do
you feel it? In she goes … Do you feel? It’s good, ain’t it? Say it: Say 
that it’s good; say that it’s delicious.”

“It’s delicious.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Go to it, Johnny. Not too fast … Stop now, if you want me to tell you 
the rest.”

“Tell.”

“No sooner had she gone out, than I had her called back. Without so much 
as a word of explanation, I had her stretch herself out on the floor. My 
desire to come was too great, and I shoved my dripping cunt into her face, 
where her wide-open mouth was waiting for it. Then I spread the lips of her
cunt with my fingers in order to dip my tongue into it.”

“How good it must have been!”

“Oh, yes; it was wonderful.”

“Hurry. Go on, darling.”

“I pushed her long, slim legs back till they were jammed up against her 
tits, so’s to make her buttocks distend and spread, and then I plunged my 
face in, using them as earmuffs. Her buttocks were simply darling, their 
skin milk-white, and her dark crack was beautifully furred with a boat of 
silky down. Using my lips and mainly my nose, I shoved aside her silky cunt
hair in search of her divine nest. At first she tried to keep it from me, 
saying: “Oh, Ma’am, not you, not that … don’t … I’ve just come from the ..

“By Gum!”

“Ah, yes, my boy Johnny, she was telling the truth.

A bit of a wash was called for. But that didn’t disturb me in the least; 
quite on the contrary.”

“Say that again: ‘quite on the contrary.’ “

“On the contrary,” I said, “that drove me on to even greater heights of 
folly.”

“You dirty, dirty, little whore!”

“I forced open that asshole with my fingers and made it offer me its 
secret fruit, where, after having inhaled its musty odors, I went about 
tasting its adorable turd-crumbs. First I ran my tongue around the edges, 
and then I shoved into the ridged little hole of delights.”

“Pig.”

“After which I shifted over to the neighboring jewel, flooding over with 
sticky juices, which I sucked up avidly.”

“All of it?”

“Yes, all the while she was eating me. Boy, didn’t we ever cream our 
asses off, the two of us!”

“Wow! What I wouldn’t have given to have been able to look at you two 
through the keyhole.”

“You would have seen us come like two queens.”

And it is in invoking this memory that I juice it up, while Johnny-boy 
sprinkles his load in the depths of my secret chamber of love.

CHAPTER VIII

Appeased but a little, and having Developed a taste for this kind of 
confession, John begins his questioning once again: “Come on, honey, as to 
the big spot of come on your nightdress. Finish your story.”

“Well, here it is: Yesterday afternoon, after having looked over the mail
which your secretaries had brought into the office for me-you know, Boyd 
and Terick-I plugged in the microphone which you had installed in order to 
spy on your personnel’s conversations; just to have me some fun.”

“Who did you plug it in on?”

“On Boyd and Terick, who had just left me.”

“They were speaking about you, of course.”

“Of course. They did so in loquacious terms, although somewhat unchaste, 
as is natural between two men.”

“The bastards! What were they saying?”

“Boyd was praising my tits, which he claimed to have seen when he bent 
over me just a minute before.”

“And Terick?”

“He, spoke of my rear, in the most poetic terms: ‘Ah, what a marvelous 
ass she has! What I wouldn’t give to get my eye on it. I’d like to kiss it,
feel it up, to lick it from top to bottom and back again. Ah, a woman like 
that, I’d eat her shit!’ “

“What a filthy bastard!”

“What a nice bastard, is what you ought to say.”

“If you like; but go on.”

“Well, I had Terick come into the office on some pretense, and without a 
word of warning I told him that I had overheard all of his conversation 
with Boyd. He didn’t know what to do with himself, the poor fellow. He 
threw himself at my feet and asked my forgiveness. It was then that I had 
an idea.”

“What was that, my dirty little adored darling?”

“I told him that as punishment I was going to make him do all the things 
he had expressed the desire to.”

“Oh!”

“And in order to do so, he would come here that very same evening for 
coffee, and after that I would let him have it as I saw fit.”

“And did he come?”

“What do you think? He even came too early, and I had to send away the 
charming Mrs. Kok, who had come over to talk to me of her marital problems,
claiming I had a headache.”

“Luckily, she understood.”

“Yes, I don’t think she was fooled by my story.”

“Well then…?”

“Well, I had Terick come up to my boudoir, and without saying a word to 
him I stretched myself out on the couch, offering him my posterior. Nor did
he say a word.”

“He undoubtedly acted, however.”

“Without a moment’s hesitation. Slowly, he pulled up my dress, and slowly
he pulled down my panties, and then just stood contemplating me in all my 
splendor for a goodly time. I could distinctly hear his breathing become 
heavy with emotion and passion. He was most certainly mad with joy, so 
crazy that for a moment I was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to come out 
of it.”

“What a satyr!”

“Then, as I was arching my rear in the most provocative manner, he 
finally came to his senses. He fell down on his knees before this sacred 
fruit of flesh, as if it were a pagan deity, and during no less than an 
hour he licked it with great passion.”

“The pervert!”

“Finally, after all this time, which I must admit I found a bit long, he 
applied his mouth like a suction cup against my asshole, spreading apart my
buttocks with his hands as far as they would go-”

“He didn’t stick his tongue into the hole, the way I like so much to do?”

“Now wait; remember that I had him come to the house so that I could 
punish him for having spoken indecently concerning my rear, and the 
punishment was to consist of his performing all those things which he had 
spoken of in the heat of is enthusiasm, and certainly exaggerated….”

“Don’t say that they were exaggerated. I can very well sympathize with 
the fact that the worst filthy delights came to his mind, in the state of 
excitation that he had been in.”

“So be it; but listen: While he was suction-cupping me, I pushed and 
pushed-”

“Ho, ho! You dirty rat!”

“And he savored all that I blasted into him, which was nothing more than 
a pitted date which Dolly had shoved up in the right place just before he 
came. That got him so excited that without even asking my leave, he rammed 
his steel rod into my asshole ..

“The nerve!”

“You can say that again’ Luckily, I was well lubricated by his having 
sucked me off. It didn’t hurt at all; quite on the contrary-”

“Did you cream on the spot?”

“The first time, yes. But as he continued to ream me out with a terrible 
frenzy, it didn’t take me long to desire to do so again. Especially on 
hearing all the things he was yelling.”

“He was talking by this time, then?”

“Oh, all kinds of crazy words, like: ‘Ah, finally here I am, dear Madame.
Oh, boss, when I think of the times I’ve wanted to take you by your 
incredible ass! And now I’m at it. Oh, what joy! I’m buggering you! Can you
feel it jamming up, all the way in your shit filled guts?’

“You can imagine what pleasure I derived from hearing all this.”

“Is that all he said?”

“Oh, no, he continued: ‘Ah, Madame, how wonderful it is! I’m going to 
come soon, come like I’ve never come before, ever since the first time, 
when I was fourteen. Ah, can you ever wiggle that farter around! Oh how I 
adore it! So much so that I could die for it!’ “

“That’s going a bit far.”

“He went farther than that, Johnny, for he continued as he carried on his
eternal screwing: ‘I knew it all the time, boss, that you were a filthy 
bitch. I love you to be that way. You’re the best woman ever … ah! So 
you’re working yourself over while I’m humping you! Thank you for this 
marvelous gesture. Ah! Ah!

Ah! I’m going to come … it’s rising to the surface … here it comes … I’m 
coming in your hole! Ah! Boss … can you feel it flooding into your guts? In
your guts that I’d like to eat up … Oh! You’re coming to! It’s so good … 
you’re screaming … oh! pleasure beyond all pleasures!”

“And it was true, Johnny: I creamed, kneading my clitoris, while he shot 
all his hot joy-juice into my shithole. Oh, was it ever good!”

“Whore! Say it again that it was good.”

“Yes, Johnny; I creamed popsicles.”

“I’m glad you did. Your pleasure is going to bring on my own come.”

In effect my dear husband’s tool had become as hard as Terick’s, keeping 
time with my hot story. He couldn’t take any more.

“How hot and bothered you are, my big darling!”

“Like a god; and I’m going to prove it to you. Just let me at you.”

“I wouldn’t ask for anything else.”

And once again we made love.

He threw himself on me like a wild animal that was starving. He flipped 
me over onto my stomach, to repeat Terick’s wild performance.

He cornholed me like a drill press and pumped away like a triphammer, and
gave no mercy.

Like a pair of whinnying horses, I felt we were galloping out to the 
horizon and then beyond. I thought it would never end.

Suddenly: a howl.

John doubles his efforts, moving like a winning jockey; it feels as if he
were spurring me.

Another howl, more violent than the first….

And I fell an iridescent liquid invade the depths of my innermost being.

The moment is irresistible. It is my turn to let out a scream, and to 
faint dead away, as I am gripped by a miraculous orgasm.

CHAPTER IX

Yesterday afternoon the humidity was such that I couldn’t muster up the 
courage to go out. And yet my senses were at skin-level, and I would have 
liked to go down the big avenue looking for adventures. I love being picked
up, and the guys to do it aren’t what’s wanting. Or better yet to have gone
to one of those discreet little apartments which I know so well now, where 
I can always find the kind of pleasure that fits the bill, depending on 
what direction my desires take.

Nothing could be easier than going to one of these charming places when I
feel like a change from my conjugal pot of stew, and I don’t feel like 
appealing to one of my husband’s friends.

When I return home from one of these sorties, my Johnny just goes wild 
with pleasure if I consent to tell him everything that happened.

But I was in one of my moods.

Nonetheless, despite the humidity, my taste for lewdness….

A few moments earlier, John had given me a minute steak fuck, knocking 
off a piece on the couch, and without making me come, the selfish bastard?

In short, as I was feeling too lazy to go out, I called Dolly.

She came in almost immediately, perky as ever in her embroidered apron.

On seeing me spread out on the couch with my dress pulled up and my hand 
resting languidly between my spread thighs, she understood immediately, 
without my having said a word or made so much as a gesture, what it was I 
wanted from her.

“Madame is in need of me?” she asked, out of perversity.

“Yes, my darling; it’s eating me up alive.”

“And yet, the man of the house serviced you well before leaving, and that
just a few minutes ago. He must have come his fill without waiting.”

“Oh, you Peeping Tom!”

“I admit it. The door was open just a crack, and I took advantage of the 
fact.”

“You did well, you pig.”

“Ah, it sure was worth it! You on all fours with your dress pulled up to 
the waist, showing off your ass assembly, and your husband fucking away 
doggy-style to beat the devil. How you must have creamed!”

“I’m afraid not: that’s the whole trouble; I didn’t come. He must have 
fucked me while thinking of someone else, for he was so excited that he 
came without waiting for me. The brute! And then, since he had an important
appointment at the store, he rushed off without so much as a second thought
for me. He was in such hurry that he didn’t even go to the bathroom to 
wash, but he wiped his sticky joystick with my panties and the edge of my 
slip. I just about had time to turn over, just in time to see him zip up 
his pants over his big piece of meat. Now you see how disgusting men are, 
my dear Dolly.”

“Ah, when it comes to that, you can say it again. But I’m here, and you 
know how much I love you-more than anything.”

I do know it, and her look is witness to it.

She looks hungrily at all that I expose to her bright little eyes. She 
runs her tongue over her lips in expectation.

“What would be of pleasure for my mistress? Get down and eat your cunt? 
An asshole ream?”’

“I don’t know.”

I really don’t, since all that she proposes is to my liking, and I know 
how expert she is at these things.

“How about the old scissor grip that you taught me?”

“Ah, do you remember how upset I was when we first tried it, when I was 
still a virgin?” I said laughing.

“Oh, yes, I remember. And I also remember that you had waited till we 
both had our things at the same time before doing it. You always a little 
ahead on top, and me always a little show. And then one fine day it 
happened to both of us together. How … I was, after all….”

“Say it. What were you?”

“I don’t dare say it.”

..

“Let’s say, slightly disgusted; isn’t that right? And yet, there wasn’t 
even any questions of giving our tongues to our little pussies. It was a 
completely different matter.”

“That’s right.”

“What I wanted was that we rub them up against each other all messed up 
with that red stuff. And after one brief grimace, you discovered and 
admitted that when they were in that state at that certain time of the 
month, due to their inflamed and swollen state, the pleasure of the two 
lewd things rubbing up against each other was doubled to a point beyond the
imagination.

“You were right, of course, and it was stupid of me not to have 
recognized it earlier. But then, it’s so good at other more normal times ..

“Ah, you hungry thing you! I can see you coming. You feel like it now, 
don’t you? Well, so do I, and right now.”

“Oh, thank you, Madame!”

“Take off my panties and stockings. And do the same yourself, so that we 
may feel our satiny skins against each other. No, don’t take off your 
dress, since you’re naked beneath it. You know how I like to grope about 
beneath your skirts. And again, that way if someone should ring the bell 
you can jump up from bed and go answer the door.”

Dolly lost no time in obeying my instructions, and came to stretch 
herself out next to me.

“Here I am.”

“There; that’s perfect, dear. Your head to the other end of the bed, and 
here’s a pillow. Open your pretty thighs wide and slip in between mine. 
‘Two opposing angles,’ as Miss Krape used to say to me. It was she who both
taught me this ingenious position and mathematics. Often, after having come
once in this manner, we would go to sleep interlaced, and if we sometimes 
woke up during the night, we automatically began rubbing up against each 
other till we came again.”

Dolly did as I told her to. I raised myself on my elbows in order to 
watch the lewd maneuver.

She goes about it with enormous agility, the little whore. Her pretty 
auburn bush approaches mine, and then the two intertwine. How soft it 
feels! With her two hands she now goes about spreading apart our soft and 
silky cunt hair so that our two cunts may kiss each other on the lips.

“Ah!” she exclaims, her eyes gleaming brightly. “What your husband didn’t
put into you! Madame’s cunt is still overflowing with it, and I’m dipping 
my fingers into it. Boy, he sure carries a load! Oh, that really gets me 
hot! It’s so good. You don’t mind, do you?”

She licks her fingers, as if they were lollypops, the sweet thing that 
she is.

“You don’t even wait for me to give you permission? But that’s because 
you know that you will get it. That drives you wild, does it, to think that
my husband’s come juice is going to run back up your cunt? He did fill me 
with a good measure today. Enough, at any rate, so that there’s enough for 
the two of us. Take your share, dear.”

“Oh, yes, how exciting it is to think that all of that is Mr. John’s come
juice.”

“He too would be delighted to know that you were enjoying it, Dolly.”

“Will you tell him?”

“If you like.”

“Not yet. It’s too soon. I prefer, if you don’t mind, that things just 
run their own course.”

“Don’t worry, Dolly, it’s coming soon. I have the impression that he was 
thinking of you just now, when he fucked me so hard.”

“Perhaps you’re right. I think that I have to be ready to submit to 
another attack from him soon.”

“That would amuse me a great deal. And afterward we will relish it 
together.”

“Oh, the idea of it really gets me hot!”

“Now, my darling Dolly, push up against me so that our cunts may kiss and
exchange their juices. Rub up against me with a slow and regular motion. 
Can you feel how they’re sticking to each other like two loving mouths? 
Don’t hurry. Let’s make it last as long as possible. Oh, it’s divine! Ah, 
the contact of our secret flesh is wonderful! How anxious they are to taste
each other, our little pink cracks! Can you feel how they’re drooling over 
each other? And that horrible little noise they make when they rub against 
each other. They just have no shame. Ah, what a delight! I’m going … I’m 
going … No, stop, stop; I don’t want to yet! Don’t move, so that I can feel
you. Oh, how hot you are, my pretty. Your pretty twat is so hot that it’s 
burning right through to my soul!”

“Oh, Lady, yours too, and they’re both dying to begin again, the two 
little darlings!”

While keeping our twats glued to each other, I spread my thighs just a 
little and begin to play around with her ass.

I push back her short slip and contemplate her buttocks at my ease.

I stroke her satiny flesh; my hand rests on her left asscheek and pulls 
it away from its twin; with my other hand I shove my fingers into her dark 
crevice, and impregnate them with those mysterious odors that true lovers 
prefer above all others.

I pick her dingle berries scattered about the damp shithole, and bring 
them to my nose to smell before dissolving them between my lips and then 
gargling them down in brown solution.

Oh, how I love it, to smell it and then to taste it between my lips!

And I understand the desire men have of smelling around that spot of 
ours.

Now I put my thumb and forefinger at the entrance of paradise, and as 
Dolly pushes out her asshole in a kind of pout, my nail slips in with ease.

Now I have but to push ahead between those hot and velvety walls. What a 
wonderful feeling to feel my thumb shoved into her asshole right up to the 
hilt!

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she squeals, at the edge of ultimate pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I echo.

I ream her out with my finger, as we begin our friction again.

In just a few seconds more we faint into lightning bolt creams, yelling 
our joy.

CHAPTER X

Two men! Two … but at the same time, in the same bed with me! That’s what
my progressively awakening sensuality demands more and more, now.

Two young, vigorous males, full of voluptuousness and armed with big 
tools, and ready to let me have it in all manner of ways.

Ah, to come with one and to be poked by the other right away without 
having to budge.

Then, after having come with the second, to go back to the first, whose 
joystick will again be ready for service after the sight of my lovemaking 
with the second.

One whole night. A whole night without stopping, not even to wash myself.
To have both my secret holes filled to the brim with love’s dew. To bathe 
in it, all over: between my thighs, in my cunt hair, on my belly and my 
tits. To feel it running down inside my cunt and out and down over my ass.

And to finish, the supreme attack: both splendid tools buried in me, 
before and behind, to be fucked and cornholed all at the same time.

How many times, while making love with my husband, have I let my 
imagination wander, bringing to mind another man waiting, there in the bed 
next to my husband, to take his place.

I reach out my hands in search of a handsome and stiff cock, waiting 
while John is giving me the business, ready to take his cock’s place as 
soon as it shoots its fill.

I’m sure that my husband would love that too.

And if I happen to be getting it from the back, doggy fashion, then I 
imagine a young man coming toward me, standing by the bed facing me. The 
idea just drives me wild.

I can see myself popping the buttons of his trousers and groping about in
his warm underpants.

Suddenly I can smell the odor of ammonia, which drives me out of my mind.
Oh, stale piss!

When the gentlemen shake out the last few drops from their pissers and 
tuck them back into their pants, there are always a few drops which remain 
and drip into the folds of their underwear. And after a day of pissing it 
is this fact that makes for the odor that I love.

Still in my world of fantasy, I pull out the prunes of love couched in a 
sack of soft skin.

Finally I draw out the king of the world, the splendid cock, both tender 
and brutal, silky and rough, and then I uncap it, to slide it into my 
mouth; I suck on it till its head is deep in my throat.

It was months, if not years, that I harbored this lewd fantasy without 
ever being able to realize it.

Certainly, Johnny was always delighted when I came home with my cunt all 
in a mess with the gook of a gentleman, and he lost no time, on such 
occasions, to profit from it in his dirty, piggish manner.

But I still hadn’t found the courage to suggest to him that we do it 
three ways.

And yet I’m convinced that the only way to really make love is to be at 
least three, that is after around two years of married life.

In short, I first thought to find my recruits among our friends whom I 
liked physically. There isn’t a one to whom I haven’t proved that I’m a 
custom-made fuck.

Even though they’re all married to beautiful mistresses, all I have to do
is to crook a finger and they come running after me like a bunch of dogs 
after a bitch in heat.

They’re right there on the spot, but impatient, their tongues hanging 
out, their scepters in hand or bulging out their trousers, all ready and 
waiting to give pleasure to that fuckin’ cream hole of Mrs. Javin Price, 
nee Javin Uprass, as I’m secretly called behind my back.

I counted on achieving my ends by getting two of them together, any two 
among them, and having them celebrate my parts like I’ve so much desired.

But wanting to be sure that my efforts would not meet with failure, I 
didn’t speak to them about it directly, but made believe that it was some 
kind of cerebral perversion by yelling out my desire at the moment of 
orgasm, while locked in their arms. In my delirium of coming, I would 
mutter out my desire to have another cock ready to stick me as soon as my 
lover of the moment pulled out his limp dick. I don’t know how many times I
tried this trick, and I must say that it was very exciting in itself, but 
it never met with any success or response.

Not one of my partners in love understood, or wanted to understand, that 
the desire that I expressed in the heat of an orgasm was my deepest and 
most actual desire.

Looking elsewhere, I thought for a moment that my husband’s secretaries 
would serve my purpose.

Now Terick; After having made him eat that date under the circumstances 
described above, I tell myself, he should be ready to twist himself into a 
pretzel if I ask him to.

As for Boyd, I conquered him by way of his weakness. I called him into 
the office on one of those occasions when John was out of town, and what he
saw when he came in was enough to make him gasp with emotion.

I was stretched out on the couch, my jacket removed, leaving my shoulders
and arms bare, and the top of my light dress being very loose and low-cut, 
it left to view the full splendor of my heaven-pointing tits.

The poor man didn’t know what to do with himself; he most certainly 
thought that he was being made the plaything of his proper fancies.

However, without giving him time to think about it twice, I called him 
over and immediately grabbed him by the crotch of his pants.

“Well, my little friend, since you insinuated to your colleague, Terick, 
that you had caught a glimpse down my bodice and that you found the sight 
gratifying, now come here and give them a lick and a nibble. My little 
titties are just so anxious and waiting!”

He came up to me with a fixed stare, bent over me, trembling, and began 
lapping away at my stiff little nipples.

“Ah! You no-good, you sure know your way about, don’t you? You’re really 
getting me all hot. And if I were to judge from the thing that I’m holding 
in my hand, which has doubled since, you are becoming pretty hot yourself. 
Up and at ‘em, now. Take off your pants and underwear and spit me, man.”

He hopped into the saddle of boobies.

I picked up his shirt-tail and placed his fat cock between my tits, which
I had him squeeze tight together in order to make a good and tight 
tit-chute. He went to it, continuing all the while to pinch and tickle my 
nipples with his fingers.

Then I began jerking him off with one hand, while with the other I 
tickled his bag of nuts.

His stiff cock was having the time of its life-all cute and rosy and 
tender.

I pulled back its foreskin and kissed it passionately, finding an extreme
pleasure in doing so.

Soon I felt that he wasn’t going to hold out much longer before coming. 
Beneath my massaging fingers I could feel his joystick swelling to the 
point where I thought all its blood vessels were going to burst.

I took it out of my mouth and shook it about with great vigor, wanting to
offer myself the extra-special joy of seeing his opaline spunk shoot out of
the little pink-lipped hole which my pointy tongue had just been licking.

He gave a yell.

Before my marveling eyes, the white liquor shot out in powerful and milky
jets, and disappeared between my lips as if I had been drinking at a 
fountain.

And the fact is that I swallowed it all, as in the grip of ecstasy I 
creamed myself into my panties without being able to stop.

So I thought that Terick and Boyd were the partners of my dreams, for 
what I had in mind.

By way of broaching my idea, I made a few barely veiled allusions to each
of them separately, concerning the devotion that the other expressed for 
me. It was then that I was forced to admit that the two of them, although 
not in the least jealous of my husband-that would be the end-or of Hariette
when they knew perfectly well what the nature of our little shoe try-ons 
was; and moreover who were not at all ignorant of the gossip circulating 
around high society concerning my virtue, which is not considered model … 
Well, I had to recognize that they were ridiculously competitive!

Really, I’m convinced that if I managed to get them both into my bed 
without warning each of the others presence beforehand, instead of going 
about the lovely task of sharing the pleasures of my person, they would 
fight each other like a pair of mad dogs.

God, how stupid can you get!

In despair, I went to see Mrs. Carewit, called ‘Suckle’ by her close 
friends, a charming and amiable procuress whom I had gotten into the habit 
of seeing from time to time for a quickie when the fancy took me.

I explained to her what I was looking for.

“Ha! If it were but a matter of price, there would be no problem; it 
would be already arranged.”

“What is it a matter of, then?”

“You’re Mrs. Javin, a too-beautiful pussy! Two husky, hot-to-trot teddy 
bears? Each one would want you to himself, and they would wind up fighting 
each other sure as shit!”

“Are men really that stupid!”

“Not all, of course. But if I got you two anemic gigolos, you’d be 
frustrated all the more.”

“Obviously.”

“No, I don’t see the possibility of it, for the moment. As long as there 
aren’t any whore houses for women, at any rate.”

“Oh, you should set one up, Suckle!”

“I’m thinking about it. I’ll most certainly do it. And on that day….”

“Yes, but in the meantime-”

“Listen, Javin, I’ve got an idea. One of the girls of one my clients told
that the other night in the last row of the Rivoly she was picked up by two
guys, brothers, who took her home and shared her. I think that you might 
have a chance if you went for a cruise in that direction one of these 
nights.”

“Thanks for the info, Suckle.”

“Nothing more natural. Us women have to help each other out. I’m only 
sorry that I can’t do more for you.” This difficulty in finding the men I 
need has the result of making me appreciate my lewd, intelligent, 
understanding husband all the more.

And yet I’m not ready to realize this dream of mine with him, as yet. 
He’ll be the second to profit, if he should want to, and I’m convinced that
not only will he want to, but that he’ll beg me to do this deliciously 
filthy thing as soon as possible.

In the meantime, I’ll go down to the Rivoly and see what gives.

CHAPTER XI

I FOLLOWED SUCKLE’S SUGGESTION THAT very same evening. And it was a 
success! Ah, what an incredibly marvelous night! John was away. In order to
avoid being recognized, for I am really too well-known in the city, I 
changed my hairdo and makeup. I dressed in a loud way, as a good whore 
should. Underneath, not a thing-not even panties.

No sooner arrived, I got more than could be expected. I spotted a man 
standing in the rear of the place.

“Oh, would you be so kind, as to tie my shoelace?”

I put my cute little foot on his knee, and pulled up my skirt more than 
necessary, showing off my legs beneath the lace of my slip.

And now some other men come up to us and stand looking.

I draw my skirt up even more, and I can see in the mirror that my ass is 
being shown to best advantage, molded as it is by the silky material of my 
dress.

In a second’s time, I’m surrounded. I can feel hands brushing up against 
me and feeling me up.

I love being felt up.

Now there’s a more adventurous hand that rubs up against my quim through 
the thin cloth.

They’re terribly hot, these gentlemen. Their eyes shine brightly, they 
bite their lips, they drool … I try a quick and furtive foray against one 
of them. Beneath the cloth I feel a cock as big and hard as my husband’s 
when I tell him one of my dirty stories.

Another foray, this time against the one feeling up my ass. Ho ho, a 
pretty one, as well!

As for the first one, at my feet, he is just about through lacing my 
shoe. I can see the outline of his big tool sticking up through his pants. 
It’s true that he has a privileged position in comparison to the others, 
that one does.

With his nose up my dress, he’s getting drunk on the sight of my lovely 
bush, which the position of my legs exposes to his view in all its 
splendor.

Ah, how I like being surrounded this way by all these males in heat!

But then I hear some whispers, then some words. Women’s voices.

“Where does she think she is? What a whore!”

“Well, that’s the very end!”

The women in question are of that profession which is the oldest in the 
world, etc.; they are obviously habitu’s of the place, and as such are 
expressing their indignation. Especially since they feel that I’m taking 
some of their regular business away from them.

And of course I have to admit that they are much more discreet in plying 
their trade than I am. As for me, everything goes, no holds barred, 
depending on how I feel, and the way I feel is to show off as much of 
myself as I can. As for them, they keep themselves to just a few explicit 
gestures or motions, which can not be considered as exhibitioner.

In their hunt after the male animal, these seductive creatures conform to
a certain way of dressing and behavior which could even be labeled as 
taking on a certain kind of respectability.

Of course, they’ll do anything you like; it’s only a question of price; 
but everything happens behind closed doors, and is not put on display in 
public.

The display is reserved for the strippers, but as for those, they never 
go beyond the stage. You can’t hope to feel one of them up at the rear of 
the theater.

As for me … I’m there just for that. I’d like to have a hundred hands 
feel me up all at the same time, caressing me, squeezing, touching, 
kneading, rubbing, pinching me….

Most of all, I would like to have a hundred inflamed eyes slide their 
glances up my upturned skirts, and there admire my glistening cunt, all 
damp with the juice that the thought of this free show has brought to it.

But it’s just this that these ladies cannot tolerate!

And as a matter-of-fact, it’s jus that that one of them is going to 
affirm to me personally just a few minutes later. She’s a tall blonde with 
gentle eyes, who follows me to the restroom.

Just as I’m going into one of the cubicles-I’ve got to piss like 
crazy-she pushes me in and locks the door behind her.

“You’re new around here.”

“What of it?”

“Because I might as well tell you, the usher is going to have you kicked 
out if he sees you getting felt up like that.”

“The idiot! But if he’s understanding, I’ll let him have a bit himself.”

“Yeah, sure; but even if he were nice and understanding, like you say, 
the rest of us would bring him back to a sense of duty. What do you think, 
pretty like you is? Why, you’d take all their customers away! Put yourself 
in their place, … What’s your name, honey?”

“Javin.”

“Me, it’s Charyse.”

“Hi, Charyse, honey.”

“Howdy.”

“Do you know that you’re damn pretty yourself?”

“Not like you, baby. Beautiful like you are, you’ve made them all jealous
as hell, the others. They see what you do to the men….”

She takes me in her arms and tightens her hold on me, while she begins to
finger my nipples and stare at my lips in a fixed way.

“And what you don’t do to me!” she adds with a dying murmur.

And without so much as a warning she glues her mouth to mine.

Our tongues search each other out, trip each other up, caress each other,
suck at each other….

And here I am all hot for this luscious girl. From the way she rubs 
herself up against me, I can tell that she wants me, too.

Our hands begin to wander. It’s mine which get to the bull’s-eye first, 
beneath her dress.

After getting high at the feel of the warm lingerie, I fell the heavenly 
softness of silken foam, a magnificently thick bush. Ah, the marvelous fur;
how I love to sink my fingers into it!

Then my finger, which continues wandering aimlessly, but nosy, brushes 
past the soft and tender lips of her crack, and then slips in between them.
Ah, the lovely pussy is all wet!

I can’t resist, not even for a minute, and I start getting down to taste 
it. But before I can get there, she asks me ever so sweetly:

“Honey, jerk me off.”

And as I go to it with my finger tickling her clitoris, she continues:

“Oh, how good that is! Yes, rub away. I want it like crazy. Oh, you’ve 
got a great hand! When I first saw it before, when it was feeling up all 
those gentlemen, I immediately felt the desire to have your lovely fingers 
masturbate me. Oh, how soft it feels on my little button! Oh, you’re so 
good at it! Oh, it’s so good! Go, go, go! Faster, faster, faster….”

Sighing, she spreads her thighs even wider to permit me to titillate her 
all the better. For that matter, I’m in the same position, for she’s doing 
the same thing to me.

There’s a full-length mirror hung on the wall facing us. It’s exciting as
hell to see these two young women, each with her finger up the other’s 
cunt, masturbating each other as they interlace their tongues in mouths 
gasping with desire.

But I can’t take it any longer, for it’s in another place that I want to 
put my tongue.

I whisper to her.

“Honey, let me get … let me get down on you and suck. I’ve got a terrible
craving.”

But still she holds me back.

“Oh, no, baby! You see, I took a piss just a few minutes ago, and I just 
came in here to wipe myself with a wet towel. Oh, if you want to anyway … 
You little pig! You dirty little pig!”

If I want? Oh, and how! It’s true that I didn’t come here for just that, 
but the opportunity is just too tempting.

And again, it’s the first time that I’ll be doing it in this kind of a 
place, and with a whore!

Without answering her, I pick up her leg and make her put her cute little
foot on the edge of the toilet seat, so as to spread her thighs.

I approach the sacred spot with my head bursting with excitement at the 
thought of what I’m going to do.

Ah, that delicate perfume caught between her thighs and skirt, the 
inebriating odor of her pink slit, of her round buttocks, the crevice 
separating the twin cheeks, in short the odor of all the private parts kept
hidden beneath the fine underthings of a woman!

My face against her bush, I can smell the ‘Love Me C.’ perfume with which
she has sprayed herself, and then the good old smell of stale piss, which 
just drives me wild.

And my mouth immediately finds the fruit of Venus, that wonderful fruit. 
(Vitamin C is good for everything, especially pipi breath.)

“Ah! Ah!” she groans softly.

Ah, the voluptuous meal which this succulently juicy fruit affords me 
with, melting in my mouth, between my lips; if I could only keep on eating 
it forever….

But the pretty whore is so excited that all it takes is a few licks of my
tongue to make her cream.

There’s nothing left for me to do but drink up the inebriating come juice
drooling down abundantly between her parted cunt lips.

“Well, there,” she observes a moment later, on seeing my cunt flooding 
over; “you came too, just from munching away at me, you dirty little pig. I
feel robbed.”

She was only half robbed, for her hungry little mouth lapped up all the 
copious come juice that had flooded from my pussy.

“And now, Javin, remember what I told you: Be careful of the others; 
they’re very jealous,” she told me as she went out.

Her warning had not been an empty one, the dear little girl.

But if I would have taken heed of it, none of the things which happened 
would have occurred.

Well, here I am again in the back of the Rivoly. More excited that ever 
by what just took place between me and Charyse, and seeing myself 
surrounded once more by my former court, I suddenly got the most shameless 
idea.

I lead my herd of males in heat to the back corner of the theater. There 
must be at least a dozen that follow me, and soon there are fifteen, and 
then twenty, who form a tight circle around me. What better way could I 
have found of hiding myself from the rest of the audience? A perfect 
screen!

Delighted to have such an audience to myself, I slowly lean back against 
a bench covered with velvet, placed against the back wall.

I pull up my skirt.

I pop the buttons along the side of my skirt and bring my knees back 
against my shoulders like a baby ready to be washed.

“Oh, Javin!” exclaims Dolly, who has been reading over my shoulder. “You 
showed them all that? To those gentlemen?”

“It’s my way of showing men how much I appreciate them, and how thankful 
I am for all the wonderfully dirty things they do to me.”

“Oh, you are so good-hearted!”

“It’s a natural gift, Dolly.”

“So,” she continued, wanting to know what followed, “you showed them 
everything?”

“Everything; but everything, dear.”

“How exciting?”

“From the way their eyes glittered and their attitudes, I could tell that
they were all in an animal heat, with hardons like bulls. And that wasn’t 
the end of my scandalous exhibition.”

“It’s not possible, Javin!”

“Sure, it is. And you’ll see how: I shoved the index finger of my left 
hand into my shit hole. It disappeared completely, and then I slowly began 
reaming it in and out. With two fingers of my other hand I began 
masturbating myself.”

“Oh, are you every a dirty pig!”

“Ah! Dolly, if you only knew the sensation of showing oneself off like 
that! To show off one’s asshole and cunt to a crowd!”

“It must be great.”

“That’s the very least one can say about it.”

“And what happened then?”

“There they all were, like a pack of famished dogs, gleaning every 
wrinkle and fold of my secret charms, following the twin game of my fingers
between my buttocks and on my little button hard as steel; and I was about 
to come; I felt it coming, pleasure galloping on, that it was going to 
rocket me to seventh heaven, so that I was almost creaming-”

“Oh, Javin!”

“I felt my love juice running down before their desire-filled eyes; that 
it was slowly drooling down … “

“Oh, Javin!”….” it was coming out, all hot, from the secret depths of my 
being … it was spreading out … while my stomach was stretching out 
lasciviously….”

“Oh, Javin!”….” delirious, I was waiting for one of them, the most 
excited, the most worthy to come and throw himself between my spread 
thighs, his head foremost, his tongue pointing, and with untold fury lick 
up all the juicy flood running over my cunt and asshole….”

“And did it happen, I hope?”

“And no; it didn’t.”

“You mean to tell me that not one of those guys, excited as they were, 
had the courage and daring to rush…?”

“It certainly would have happened, and they probably would have fought 
among themselves for first licks, if suddenly there hadn’t been a violent 
hustle.”

“Oh!” Dolly exclaims, disappointed.

“It was our good ladies, the whores that Charyse had warned me about, who
were making a scene. Furious at my success, they had gone for help and 
asked protection of the law. Apparently I was breaking the code of public 
decency!”

CHAPTER XII

VIOLATING PUBLIC DECENCY! AFTER ALL, that was what I was doing, and 
suddenly I was scared. What if I was arrested?

I straightened myself up quickly, just in time to see two policeman’s 
caps pushing their way through the crowd. But my spectators, tickled by my 
exhibition, luckily defended me by holding up the advance of the 
representatives of the law.

That was all I needed to try and get away. And I didn’t have to lose any 
time thinking about it. In the pushing and shoving, I felt myself pulled 
along by strong arms, while voices equally husky whispered to me: “Don’t be
frightened, Miss; just let yourself be led. We’ll get you out of here 
without any danger.”

In no time, I found myself on the sidewalk, safe and sound.

I was between two young men, who were leading me on in a great hurry.

I looked at them with suspicion: Cops? Gigolos? They guessed by 
suspicions, and stopped at the nearest lamppost and showed me their 
university student cards.

I thanked heaven for having been graced with such luck, and took a closer
look at them.

One dark, the other light … not bad at all, by golly, and both of them 
young, in their twenties, well built, very nice, too, for they asked me in 
a nice way, trying to hide their timidity: “Where do we take you, you 
good-lookin’ kid?”

“Why, I’ll just stay with you!” I say, all happy already at this gift 
from the gods.

“Ah!” they both sigh, without a bit of phony shame, “but we don’t have 
any money, and you’d lose your night with us. So tell us where you’d like 
us to take you.”

I was jumping with joy.

“But I don’t give a damn about your money, boys! I don’t give a damn 
about my night. If you like, I’ll stay with you … and you won’t regret it 
if I do.”

I pull them up against me.

Underneath the cloth of their clothes I can feel them getting hardons at 
the very contact with my thighs.

Here they are, the two males that I’ve been looking for for so long. But 
I don’t want them separately….

Now let’s see? How shall I go about letting them know that I want them 
both at the same time? In the bed of that darling Charyse.

In fact, the latter had whispered to me on leaving:

“Chicken, a bed six feet wide! You can get yourself fucked at your ease 
by your two guys.”

And she slipped me the key to her place.

So, I’ve finally found them, my two fellows. But what’s the matter? They 
seem to be hesitating.

“What’s the trouble my little chick-a-dees? Don’t you find me to your 
tastes?”

They protest wildly:

“Oh, but yes! And how!”

“And moreover, I’m lascivious as hell. I love to jerk off and to suck and
eat it! I just love getting it put to me front and rear! And from what I 
can feel in your pants, you’ll be able to satisfy me in all manner of ways,
and more than just one time!”

“Well, that’s just it! Oh, Peter, you tell her!”

“No, Rick, you tell her, as we agreed.”

Ha! Ha! What’s this secret they have between them, cute Peter and Rick?

I insist on knowing, and in order to encourage them I knead their 
handsome priapus through the cloth of their pants.

At last the one called Rick, makes up his mind, but not before hedging 
about some more: “Well, to put it straight … that is … You won’t get angry?
It’s that we’d like to … it’s that we’d like to….”

“Would like what?”

“Humph!”

“Well, speak up, Rick!”

“I hope you’ll understand … “

“That’s all I ask.”

“We were both boarders in a school together. In the dormitory, our beds 
were next to each other. Every night before going to sleep, we’d talk about
women. We were still virgins at the time….”

“Well, up to now there’s nothing difficult to understand,” I say, 
smiling.

“Wait. We talked of putting our noses between the thighs of girls, to 
kiss them there, and to lick it, their slit, to make them come, and to 
catch it all on our tongues. We used to get ourselves all hot at the idea 
of taking a turn around their buttocks and licking about there as well-”

“Now, will you get a load of the little pigs!”

“To talk of all these things used to excite the hell out for us-”

“I bet; but go on.”

“From time to time we’d jerk each other off, and suck-”

“Well! What lewd little men you were!” This time I laugh, but hard.

“Oh, that was only for want of something better! It’s not when you’re at 
boarding school that you can afford a pretty girl like you!”

“And it’s a damn pity, too!” added Peter.

“In short, we thought of women who were beautiful and who would permit us
to do all of these lewd things. Well, we promised ourselves and to each 
other that one day we would try to do all these things together, the two of
us, with a beautiful girl who would accept the two of us together, and at 
the same time! Well there you have it.”

“Are you mad?” asks Peter, worried.

“Me, mad? Oh, no’ On the contrary, my little ones, I’m perfectly 
delighted!”

And to myself I think that it really wasn’t worth all the bother I was 
giving myself trying to think of a way of letting them know that I wanted 
the two of them at the same time.

“Oh, boy, no! I’m sure not angry! I know what I want. And my bed is big 
enough for the three of us. Wait till you see it! Oh, it’s going to be 
simply marvelous!”

From sheer joy, we begin acting crazy right there on the sidewalk. I feel
it running down between my thighs already. I stop them: “Say, my little 
lambs, is it true that it excited you that much to think of shoving your 
fine muzzles between the thighs of a woman?”

“Oh, damn it, yes! And let me say that when you stretched out on that 
bench, boy didn’t we ever feel like it! Ain’t that right, Peter?”

The latter agrees, with a vigorous shake of the head.

“Well then, my cuties, here, one before and one behind! I prefer your 
having a feast than having it run down on my stockings.”

In the doorway of a shop, I stopped and lifted up my skirt, and the two 
of them buried their heads underneath it.

I don’t know how they divided up their labor, whether it was Peter before
and Rick behind, or vice versa.

It really didn’t matter. What’s important is their tongues lapping 
around, one in my asshole and the other in my cunt, cleaning up all of my 
joy juice.

I put one foot up on the stoop to spread my thighs further apart and ease
their task.

The whole thing gives me the feeling of being a bitch in heat, being 
lapped at by two dogs in the middle of the street, completely, unconcerned 
by passersby.

Ah, if I wasn’t holding back, I’d come at that thought alone!

But why, after all, should I hold myself back? It’s the first time that I
find myself in this position, so wonderfully exciting, standing in the 
street and having myself eaten and my ass sucked all at the same time.

I enjoy it to the point where if my two boy wonders weren’t holding me up
by having their arms wrapped around my legs and thighs, I’d just crumple to
the ground.

I just let myself go way out, taking in all the gone-tongue joy my two 
hipsters are distilling.

There, to the front, two lips are nibbling away at my sluice, sweating 
with the abundant juice of my pussy.

First they suck at my inflamed clitoris, then lick up the sap secreted by
the walls of my cunt.

As for the rear, between my spread ass cheeks, another mouth has glued 
itself to my most secret nest. A well-appointed tongue reams out the 
wrinkles of my gaping asshole.

Two hands force those twin jewels even further apart, and that velvety 
red tongue enters into that rosy hole.

Suddenly, I feel that good tongue going into me, and I can’t hold myself 
back any longer. I open the locks! And I shout warning to my two suckers: 
“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, little ones! I feel it .coming … I’m going
to flood over … hold on, here I come … I’m creaming! I’m creaming!”

And I let go a goodly ration, which they are quick to share between them 
with a slopping of tongues which doubles the force of my orgasm.

I call them up. Now here they are, the two of them, leaning up against 
me, the two young males in heat.

Oh, I’d like to know in whose mouth I let go the first flood of sap! Ah, 
it’s Rick’s! I can smell the odor of my little pussy on his breath, all 
gamy with a trace of the piss I took back at the Rivoly.

The dirty little boy! From the way he acts, I know that he likes that 
more than anything else.

And now Peter, who brings to my lips the odor of that crazy dung from my 
beloved ass, that just drives me wild.

Ah, the little degenerate! He sticks his tongue into my mouth, that same 
tongue that but a moment before was buried the whole of its length in my 
shit hole.

I get myself all hot again at the taste of these delicate flavors, coming
from the most hidden parts of my flesh, the tenderest, the tastiest….

“Oh, my pretty ones,” I murmur, “how adorable and filthy you both are!”

“We could never be filthy enough with a woman as beautiful as you, and as
sensual,” answers Peter.

“That’s true,” adds Rick.

“How happy I am to have met the two of you!”

“How about us! What luck! Why, it’s unbelievable, it’s great!” Peter 
exclaims.

Oh, quickly, quickly now, to bed, so that they may fuck me both and 
deliver themselves of their wildest fancies on my flesh!

I drag them behind me. We run.

CHAPTER XIII

There were but another hundred yards or so remaining between us and 
Charyse’s lodgings. We get into the darkened building and I can’t find the 
light, but I do remember that her room is on the second floor to the right,
so we start feeling our way up the stairs.

One of the two takes advantage of the situation. Which one? What’s the 
difference, as long as it contributes to my pleasure?

He’s plunged his arms underneath my skirt and his fingers are tickling my
buttocks. One of them teases my little eye bud, still damp from the 
tongue-licking it received but a short moment ago. I call a short halt and 
arch my ass out as far as it will go.

He pokes me with his dirty little finger, and in it goes.

Ah, how I like climbing up the stairs this way, impaled by a grubbing 
finger, while some other-I don’t know which-is working over my love mound 
underneath my dress!

We finally arrive at what I suppose to be the right door, and sure enough
the key turns in the lock, and in we go.

We find ourselves in a charming room, furnished in good taste, and 
endowed with an enormous bed with no surrounding frame.

In our voluptuous haste we don’t even stop to undress.

My two companions drag me over to the closet mirror and lift up my skirt,
both front and behind.

There I am with my cunt and ass suckin’ air.

One hand undoes the hooks of my blouse, pulls my tits out from my bra, 
and teases my swollen nipples.

Another rummages in my bush, while the remaining two palp my half-moons 
and tickle the shadowy ditch between them.

And my hands, what about them? They’ve popped the buttons of their flies 
and bring to light two first-class joy sticks, pointing and quivering 
proudly in the direction of my blonde pussy.

Oh, girls, if you could have seen those two cocks! And stiff they were, 
underneath their velvety hoods. I play with them a bit, pulling back their 
foreskins, and then I rummage in their pants again and come out dragging 
the rest of their family jewels.

I touch them with tenderness, gently, in their swollen state, those 
pretty olives full of that good juice that I’m going to feel burning in the
depths of my entrails. And later I’ll have it shot into my mouth, so that I
can drink it all down to the last drop with delight.

For the moment we were still, all three, in front of the mirror, and I 
could follow with a lascivious eye all of our love play.

Even though I knew already what I was going to do, out of perversity I 
asked the boys:

“Who’s going to be first?”

Good pals right to the end, and free of any feelings of jealousy, they 
both answer in unison, while glancing lovingly at their cocks:

“Him.”

“Him.”

“Well, no, my dearies! The two off you at the same time; that’s what I 
want! You wait and see if I don’t have the lodgings necessary for the two 
of you!”

And I push them toward the large bed.

Here I am straddling Peter, sliding onto his handsome cock, which 
disappears into my pussy right up to the hilt.

Now it’s Rick’s turn to put his into my waiting asshole.

That operation isn’t accomplished without some difficulty, for I’ve 
refused that he use any vaseline or pomade. But the difficulty in itself is
a source of pleasure.

A little effort more, and he head of his dick is in.

The hardest part is now over. He pushed forward now, and his cock rams 
its way deep into my shit way. Oh, it’s so good! As often as I’ve been 
cornholed, I still get a tremendous thrill out of it each new time.

There! Here I am, finally, completely impaled, to the point where I can 
feel his hairy balls against my wrinkled asshole.

What a heavenly thrill to feel that handsome cock grinding into me its 
entire length, separated by nothing more than a thin membrane from the one 
reaming me out from before.

What a wild sensation! In order to drink it in to the maximum, I stop 
moving and remain completely still.

The only sensation left in my entire body is this two-way stuffing.

And as my two lovers have stopped as well, concentrating on the pleasure 
that they are experiencing, I feel the way a butterfly must feel, pinned 
down by two stiff cocks.

God, are they ever stiff, those two cocks! And from the fact of being 
crushed in the tunnels of love and shit, they seem to be growing even 
bigger and harder.

I then tell Rick, who is still standing behind me on the carpet, to start
moving easy. He gets the idea right off the bat, and begins to hump me with
an exquisite slowness.

The marvelous cock pulls out till all that’s left in my nest is its head.
Then a moment’s pause. Slowly he drives it home again.

While all this is going on, dear Peter finds the time to caress my tits 
and to nibble at my nipples. And then he rubs his fingers in my damp 
armpits, soaking up their odor, before bringing them to his nostrils.

“Boy, does that smell good!” he says.

“Does it smell as good as it does in my ass, where you had your nose a 
little while ago when we were still in the street?” I ask, laughing.

“It’s a different kind of smell. You can’t compare the two. Both of them 
get me all hot.”

As for Rick, I can feel his fingernails digging into my sides, as if he 
were afraid that I’d get away from him.

Suddenly Peter shouts at me:

“Wow, I can feel Rick’s reaming cock on the other side of the wall! Boy 
does that feel great! I feel like creaming!”

“Me too! Me too!” Rick yells back.

Ah, the impatient little idiots! As for me, I’d like to continue this 
delicious moment forever.

But tough shit; I don’t want to be left behind. Later, once they’ve 
sprinkled their first, I’ll have a feast getting them all hot again, and 
multiply our pleasures.

In the meantime I give myself up to their whims.

“Well, fellows, go right ahead and ream me out for all you’re worth.”

And they go to it with a shower of exclamations of joy.

“Ah! Ah! Oh! Oooh!”

“Oh! Oh! Ah AAA Al!”

“That’s it Fuck me hard! Go to it, Rick, faster, faster, set my ass on 
fire!”

“Here it comes….”

“And you, Peter, pump harder, raise it up. That’s it….”

“Go, go, go….”

“Boy, is this great! Fuck her out, our little lady of the world, who’s 
more of a dirty whore then anything else. Faster yet. We’ll come all 
together. Boy!”

“Oh, yes, yes….” is all they have the strength left to answer.

“Ah, your cocks are as stiff as ramrods! Can I feel them good, the two of
them, in my starving little belly! Oh, they’re going to come, and at the 
same time, simultaneously! Yes, my treasures, your going to spray my 
innards with hot juices. And me, I’m going to flood you with my fiery sap. 
Ah, are you about there, Peter? And you, Rick? Good. Me too. Okay, together
now. Let yourselves go now. Empty yourselves out. Shoot off your wonderful 
seed. Oh, I can feel them now, your hot geysers! Ah, let’s cream, cream, 
cream! What joy! I’m in heaven! Oh, glory !”

CHAPTER XIV

AS I AM RELIVING THESE INEFFABLE HOURS while writing them down in my 
secret diary this fine morning, Dolly, leaning over my shoulder, doesn’t 
miss a line of my account.

With her hand underneath her dress, she’s busy masturbating herself with 
a quick finger.

“Girl, you sure got your money’s worth that time,” she murmurs at that 
moment in my account.

I sure did, and especially as it was the first time in my life that I was
experiencing it that way. Just thinking about it, I have the feeling that I
can feel those joy sticks buried deep in my secret entrances.

But Dolly begs me to continue my account.

I want to make her happy, and then I’ll take advantage of her terrible 
excitement.

After the first orgasm my companions and myself crumple down like three 
corpses.

But in but a few minutes time I begin caressing their soft and velvety 
cocks. Oh, with what gentleness!

At moments like those, I don’t at all mind playing with baby peckers. 
However, they don’t stay that way for long, under my charming influence 
they begin regaining their former strength.

Once stiff again, I go and sit down on a cassock in front of the mirror.

With a flick of the wrist I take off all my clothes, and I ask Peter and 
Rick to do the same.

I admire at my ease their beautiful bodies, not overly muscled nor too 
effeminate, and I can see that desire is again rising within them at the 
sight of my shameless nudity.

Amicably we hurry the preparation for the next bout, in order to taste 
renewed pleasures. We place some cushions on the floor for Rick, whose turn
it is to fuck me, so that he can screw me with as much comfort as possible.

Peter has sat down on the cassock, and I carefully skewer myself on his 
dick.

My asshole, well lubricated by the ample emission it has just received, 
gulps up the cock head that I’ve guided to it with my hand.

In it goes, whiz. Damn, but it’s good!

I bring my weight into play, and the slimy cock slides in to the hilt, as
its owner lets out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Okay, Rick, it’s your turn.”

Kneeling between my spread legs, he points his dick for a test run. Nope,
another cushion, and another dry run. Another cushion, and his sights are 
perfect. He’s just in front and in reach of my slit, now.

“There! Now give it to me, baby.”

Rick shoves his pound of meat into my tunnel with one lunge. It slurps 
into the flood left by Peter.

The adorable little pigs, they didn’t want me to wash after our last 
session.

And now, as I remain motionless, impaled on Peter’s cock, it is Rick who 
runs the whole show.

But it is I, who, in order to lead us all to paradise, speed up or slow 
down the cadence of our play by the orders and exciting remarks I address 
to them.

“Let’s go, Rick, faster! Hold it and give me a lick under the armpits, 
right in the hair. Ah, you like that, do you? You breathe in my armpit 
smell with relish? No, don’t come yet. Peter, get your mouth over here so 
that I can lance it with my tongue. What’s that? What are you saying? You 
feel yourself coming? Oh, so do I! Go to it, Rick! Fuck, you mother-fucker!
Fuck me faster, faster! That’s it, shove it all in … all the way….”

“Huh, huh, huh,” gasps Rick.

“Go to it! Jam it!”

“Pow, pow, pow.”

“Boy, is it great to watch myself getting buggered in the mirror! See how
I turn my asshole inside out, and how your cock’s jamming me up to the 
hilt, so that our bushes intermingle!”

“Puff, puff, puff….”

“Honey, you’re the greatest fucker. You were born for love. You’re 
spearing me to the heart. I can feel the head of your royal scepter pushing
up against my womb. Faster! Still faster!”

“Phew, phew, phew….”

“Don’t stop now! Are you ready, the two of you?”

A simultaneous “YES” reaches my ears, amid the noise of gasping breaths.

“Okay, now all together. And here’s my fingers, to tickle and pull all 
the juices from your sweet nuts. Ah, here I go! Shoot me, daddyo! Spray it 
into your little woman! Your little woman for two. Your little whore who’s 
gonna cream; who is creaming. Ah, there go your cocks, blowing their tops! 
Oh, those racing currents of hot juice running into me, into the depths of 
me inundating my cunt! Oh, yes, yes, empty your nuts out to the last drop! 
Fill me up! More! More! Ah, I’m creaming like a queen! I’m so deliriously 
happy….”

When I had reached that part of my story, I noticed that Dolly was in the
grips of wild desire; so much so that she was trembling all over. But I 
figure that she’ll be even more excited and hot when I finish the telling 
of this episode; so I continue:

What else can I tell about that crazy night, during which I fulfilled my 
wildest and most perverse desires?

For supper we had a pile of stuff brought up from an all-night diner 
around the corner, and a case of champagne and hard liquor from the saloon 
downstairs.

I made them eat ice cream from the cup of my asshole.

That’s right, Dolly, it’s the God’s honest truth.

And before that I had them swallow olives that I shot out of my shit 
hole.

I also filled my cunt with champagne and had them drink it at my pussy 
lips as it came running back out.

After which we indulged in the most unbelievably filthy things that one 
can think of within the realm of possibility, and brother, they’re as 
numerous as they are varied, when there are three of you!

Sometimes together, sometimes in turn, they fucked me in the ass, cunt, 
tits, and mouth.

I experienced something which was undreamed of: at one moment they were 
both jerking themselves off, their cocks close together, almost touching, 
and it was thus that I was able to swallow both their come shots at the 
same time, when they finally came. Their joy juice flooded my mouth and 
nearly gagged me, there was so much of it.

I can still see them, during the early dawn, both of them jerking 
themselves off again, kneeling at either side of me, and then one shooting 
his cream all over my face, while the other filled up my ear with his.

This time my darling Dolly can’t take it any longer, and she bends toward
me to whisper:

“Ah, I’ve been rubbing myself for an hour now, and I can’t hold on no 
more! Till now I was able to hold myself back each time I came close to 
coming, but this time it isn’t possible. Oh, if you would only … Right 
away?”

“Filthy bitch, that you are,” I say, turning my smiling face to hers, 
“you’d like to get a couple of good licks of my tongue on your old hot 
switch, huh?”

“Oh, I didn’t dare ask you outright. But you know how to suck so well, 
Madame, and I know that I’ll cream like the devil in Ma’am’s mouth.”

“That’s good. Now let’s see that burning cunt of yours.”

“Right away, Ma’am.”

She pulls up her dress.

Ah, the adorable cunt! With two forked fingers she spreads apart the 
hairy lips of her pussy and pushes out her clitoris. It’s all inflamed from
the overlong rub its just gotten. Below it, the swollen lips of the cunt 
come together again, and their hollow is filled with an abundant film of 
hot juice, which I’m going to splash in in but a moment.

Her pretty doe’s eyes are imploring as I look at her. They understand 
immediately the look in my own, which they translate as my desire being 
equal to her own.

There there, dear, you’ll be able to cream in my mouth, and I’ll do the 
same in yours. Come on, let’s do a sixty-nine.”

She plops herself down on the sofa.

As I’m pulling up my skirt to shove my pussy into her face, she exclaims 
excitedly:

“Wow, look at all the juice that my Ma’am has dripped into her slip!”

Christ, what does she expect, after having recalled that night of love by
ranks of three? But enough of that; on to present business: to eat, suck, 
lick Dolly’s luscious pussy.

So I bend down between her gaping thighs and begin to pick the ripe fruit
waiting for me there.

As for her, she’s shoved her cute little nose into my pussy and is busy 
sucking in all my drool, as she holds me tight around my half-moons.

“Ah,” she sighs, “if only we could do nothing else for the rest of our 
life!”

“Suck away, dearie; lick and nibble. Do anything you like.”

It took us but three orgasms, while in the same position, to calm our 
overwrought senses.

CHAPTER XV

The time is dawn; the place, the conjugal bed. Having returned from one 
of his business trips late during the night, my husband is still sleeping, 
while I, awake, am daydreaming about the adventure of two nights ago with 
my two darling students, Rick and Peter.

Dosing with my nose buried in my pillow, where I smell the odor of my 
hair, which has the effect of inflaming my lovers, I again relive all the 
licentious scenes of those wild hours.

I delight at the thought that I will renew all those shameless games next
week.

All these reveries have ended by giving me an appetite, and I can feel my
pussy beginning to itch between my hot thighs.

The finger which I send out to cheek up on this feeling, verifies it, and
stays to rub my clitoris. Oh, so softly, to make the pleasure last and not 
to wake my husband.

And although I enjoy my masturbating, I feel like there’s something 
missing.

What my little golden pussy wants is-I just know it-to feel something 
within it. In short, to be stuffed. Either by a tongue or a dong; it really
doesn’t matter.

A tongue? There’s always Dolly, who sleeps in the other end of the 
apartment.

All I have to do is put on my dressing gown, for it’s a bit chilly, and 
then for that tongue, sliding its length into my pink slit.

But I hesitate.

I feel lazy, and I don’t feel like getting out of my warm bed to go for a
walk.

Well, what, then? A cock? All I have is John’s, who is behind me, as I 
have my back turned to him, and who is sleeping to beat hell and is 
certainly not thinking of ripping off a piece.

And then I’d have to wake him up and then jerk him in order to get his 
tool in working order.

Unless … I just thought of it. Unless … I’ve been fucked too often in the
early morning not to know that the gentlemen get what they call a 
piss-hardon. That is, they get a stiff on quite naturally at that time of 
the morning.

Well, and what if I just investigated a bit? I send out a sneaky hand 
over my husband’s hip, and approach the right spot with care….

Ah, little Javin, how smart you are to listen to the advice of the 
gentlemen who fuck you!

In fact, my hand which had left on exploration has come on a tool quite 
naturally in the state that I had hoped for.

What luck: my sleeper, quite possibly because of my instruments, has just
turned over to his other side, thus putting him in an ideal position for 
what I have in mind.

All I have to do is stick my ass out just a bit more.

And now, reassured by his regular snores, I amuse myself with the pretty 
plaything.

I pull back the foreskin and dip the hot head into my slit. And then I 
pull it out. Oh, how I love to play around this way! Now I direct its 
lubricated point to my little rosebud hole. Ah, you filthy little mouth; 
how you smack at the contact! I somehow guess that you want something. At 
being tickled like this, you open your striped petals….

Wouldn’t you like me to put it into you, this lovely piece of meat? It’s 
almost too fat for your narrowness, but you’d swallow it with a big glub 
once its purple head got past the threshold of your tight door.

Well, no; you’re not going to have it, despite my great desire to let you
have it.

It would require too much effort-pushing, wiggling, which could wake up 
my sleeping prince and kill my delicious little game.

So I redirect the big tool back to the front and into the forest of my 
bush, which I penetrate. Once arrived, I rub it against my hardened little 
button, which gets me hot as hell.

From time to time I interrupt this crazy action to plunge it into my 
flooded pussy and beat up my come with it.

Then again I clitorize myself with it. I go back down. I shove it into my
cunt … pull it out … in it goes again, and I amuse myself for some time, 
stopping only at the last minute in order not to come.

But all good things must come to an end sometime, and this time my 
yawning cunt insists that I don’t withdraw the plunger from its succulent 
lips.

I slip it into her between her drooling lips, and as I stretch out my 
legs and pull back my hips, it goes all the way in, right up to the hilt. 
Not a fraction of an inch remains to breathe the morning air.

I pull down my nightdress in front, I push my ass out even more, pull the
covers up to my chin, and bury my head in the pillow.

And with delicate, refined, and gentle movements I fuck myself, half 
dozing all the while.

The first time I cream without hardly making movement, and this immobile 
orgasm is so intense that I bite my pillow to keep myself from yelling out 
my pleasure, and then, as my desire is renewed, I begin the operation 
again.

But this time, having been less careful, I wake up my husband with a 
couple of ass strokes.

“Oh, Javin … it feels like … you’ve put it to yourself.”

“Yes, Johnny; yes honey-bunny.”

“Oh, darling!”

“What do you want? You were so hard in that place … I couldn’t keep 
myself from taking advantage of it. And you know, Johnny, I’ve come two 
times already! You have no idea how wonderful it was!”

“Ah, my darling little whore! You did right, baby.”

“I should hope so.”

“Ah, now I understand,”

“What’s that, treasure?”

“The dream I was just having.”

“A dirty dream?”

“Naturally.”

“What was it, bunny?”

“Guess.”

“That you were fucking some other woman. That’s it, isn’t it, my pig of a
Johnny?”

“Worse.”

“Worse! Well, how do you like that! It’s getting interesting now. Don’t 
make me wait, honey; tell me.”

“Well, I was dreaming that I was watching you get fucked.”

“Oh? By whom? Do I know him?”

“No. It was one of my friends-an old Army buddy: Bert Crane. I just met 
him again my accident a couple of days ago.”

“Ah!”

“He’s a good-looking guy, honey.”

Ha, ha! Now here’s a detail which seems to imply something!

“Tell me, honey; in your dream, did he have a handsome cock, your 
friend?”

“A magnificent one, Javin; simply magnificent. You were sucking him off, 
and he was creaming in your mouth. And then he shoved it into your blonde 
cunt, right up to the hilt, and you enjoyed it so much that you were 
actually screaming, just like a filthy whore.”

“And you were watching us, you dirty thing?”

“Of course. And did I get a bang out of seeing the two of you hashing it 
up! Were you ever beautiful! And did it ever make my cock bulge! Hold on. 
Yes, while he was creaming in your mouth, I had just pulled out my tool and
I was going to shove it into your asshole.”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

In the ensuing silence, marked only by our sighs, he is now humping me 
with perfect mastery. And at the same time that I continue to indulge in my
lascivious fantasies, I think to myself, Now a husband like that is 
unfaithful to me whenever he can, and I to him, and the thing is that there
isn’t anything which excites us more and gives us more pleasure.

We know each other’s secret tastes, the actions, words, lewd acts that 
will inflame us. He knows just the right moment to shove his finger into my
asshole and ream it out.

And I know the precise second-the one just before coming-to grab his nuts
between my thighs and squeeze them ever so gently to make them give up all 
their juice.

Now he’s nibbling my back gently, while his nose is buried in my 
nightdress, which he has crumpled up about my shoulders.

I know what his obscene nostrils are searching for in the folds of my 
dress, namely the exhalations from my two secret love nests. It’s that 
which makes him reach the greatest heights of pleasure.

Three times now we have stopped ourselves just on the verge of coming, 
but now I feel like reaching it.

Then, in order to put him to the test, and to excite us even more, I ask 
him an endless number of inflaming questions, carefully directing their 
voluptuous progression:

“Say, honey, would you like it if someone felt me up in your presence?”

He doesn’t answer, but I immediately feel his movements get more violent.

He jams his handsome tool into the depths of my cunt, knocking up against
the door of my most secret chamber.

So I continue my wild words:

“Say, John, would you enjoy it if someone kneaded my tits in front of 
your eyes?”

No answer.

“If you saw a hand patting my ass in the street?”

No answer.

“And then if the hand crept up underneath my dress to feel up my ass?”

No answer.

“If, there, right in front of you, somebody frigged me up with their 
finger?”

No answer.

“Are you going to answer me, John? Would it give you some kicks to see me
getting my pussy eaten?”

No answer.

“And if I was getting fucked, but good, in your presence?”

“Oh, shut-up!” he yowls.

But his cock, which high dives into the deepest part of my cunt pool, 
gives me a much more definite answer.

This hoped-for answer which I’m waiting for is brought to me in the most 
marvelous way, on the waves of his joy juice squirting like firewater into 
my switchboard cunt.

Now, throwing caution to the winds, I boil over in a shower of words and 
come:

“Oh, yes, if you want, if you like, I’ll do it in front of you, for you! 
Oh, John, honey, if you want, if you want with your friend or others, with 
anyone you like! Oh, I’m creaming my head off!”

It’s the first time since our marriage that we’ve dared saying anything 
like this to each other, and never have we come with such violence.

CHAPTER XVI

During the whole day, we made no allusion to our conversation of that 
morning. But that evening, at six, he calls me up from the office:

“Make yourself beautiful, Javin; my friend Bert is inviting us to dinner 
at a night club and to painting the town red. How’s that with you?”

“And how, you pig, you!”

Dolly is intrigued when I give her the night off. So I tell her what 
we’re going to do.

“What? You mean that your husband wants to see you, Ma’am, made love to?”

“Yep. And more than that. And it’s going to be with one of his best 
friends, a real handsome guy, who has a great tool, by all report. Just get
my things ready: a very short slip, and skimpy panties with lace.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Dolly brings me all the things I need.

“That’s fine, dear; you can go now.”

“Don’t you want me to help you dress, Ma’am?”

“No. You know, I think I’ll receive them all naked all except for my 
stockings, just to heighten the sense of my nudity. Don’t you think they’ll
appreciate that?”

“Oh, you’re so beautiful that way, Ma’am, and very exciting! Oh, won’t 
you let me give your pussy just a tiny lick, Ma’am?”

Down on one knee, she comes at me with her pointy tongue aimed straight 
for my thick bush.

“Your cut pussy opens up like a flower at this time of day, Ma’am. I can 
smell it from here.”

“Now, be good, Dolly; behave yourself. Not tonight. It’s only right that 
I reserve it for my husband’s friend, since all men just go crazy over it.”

“And lascivious women?”

“Like you, for instance. Here; since you feel a certain longing, it’s me 
that’s going to give your twat a licking. Come on, get up on this chair, so
I don’t have to bend down. And put your foot on the mantelpiece; here. 
Wait, first I’ll put my lipstick back on. Yes, that’s it; pick your dress 
up high so that I don’t mess my hair. Hum, boy, doesn’t this little cunt 
smell good, too! And caught in the tangle of your bush I can detect other 
odors still more private.”

“Ma’am….”

“Quiet. You know how much I like it; if those two gentlemen weren’t 
coming in just a few minutes, I could spend the rest of the evening 
drinking in these pungent perfumes. Let’s hurry; give it to me quick, that 
candied bag which I’m so hot on.

Dolly spreads her thighs wider and shoves her pelvis forward to bring her
bushy rose to my mouth, and then spreads the petals of her pussy for me.

What a delight to taste of this delicious tidbit, all gooey-creamy!

Above me I can distinguish her voice, hoarse with feeling:

“Oh, I’m happy to see that my little piece is still pleasing to you, 
Ma’am!”

I prove the fact that nothing has changed in my feelings for her cunt by 
redoubling my caresses. My cheeks brush up against her velvety thighs and 
excite my desires.

I devour her exquisite flesh, rolling back the swollen lips of her cunt, 
sucking in the juices of her pleasure, which keep running down the well of 
her cunt. I plunge my tongue in as far as it’ll go and lick the inner walls
of her cunt.

All of a sudden she lets me have the full load of her orgasm in my mouth,
and I drink it down like a bird.

This has really whetted my appetite for what is to follow.

No sooner has Dolly left than my awaited escorts arrive, and my husband 
introduces his friend with perfect nonchalance.

“Dear, this is Bert Crane, who hasn’t been able to sleep since I’ve 
spoken of your charms to him.”

And turning to the latter:

“My wife, Javin, who does you the honor of receiving you in the nude. 
Well, how do you like that? Isn’t she even more beautiful that I was able 
to describe her to you? Look at that magnificent body: those arms, thighs, 
belly, and especially her pussy, with its imperial bush. Ah, as for that, 
that’s where I bit her while fucking her this morning. Tell me now, have 
you ever seen a more perfect woman?”

“Never, but never! A real Grecian statue!” he exclaims, with his eyes 
alight with desire.

“Yes, but a living statue, and not of cold marble, either. Touch her and 
see for yourself.”

Excited as hell myself, I invite him to do so as well: “If my husband 
gives his permission, why, you must touch me and see. I beg of you.”

Ah, our getting to know each other takes but a matter of seconds! Under 
my husband’s delighted eye, Bert Crane gives himself over to the most 
unseemly familiarities. It is true that I encourage him somewhat, with my 
hand buried in the opening of his fly.

In no time I drag forth a wonderful penis that’s like poured concrete 
covered with a soft white skin.

As for him, he has jammed his hands between my thighs and buttocks. He is
exploring with inquiring fingers my secret cavities.

John is busy watching us with an obscene eye, and a hand in his pocket 
which is most certainly fingering a near-bursting member.

“Oh, Madame, how soft your flesh is!” exclaims Bert. “And what an 
inebriating perfume it exudes!”

“I too must compliment you on your cock, which is of the variety that I 
like.”

“Well, then, get down on it and suck!” shouts John, at the height of 
excitation.

Without answering I get down and suck the hard thing into my mouth. I 
suck on it with an in-and-out motion which brings him to the brink of 
coming almost at once.

“How beautiful you are this way,” murmurs John. But Burt can’t restrain 
himself any longer, and he pulls me down gently to the floor. He too wants 
to throw himself on my flooded cunt. I pull off his pants and pull up his 
shirt, after having thrown his underwear across the room.

And now we’re in the throes of a wild match of sixty-nine. John has 
pulled out his dong and is jerking himself off like mad.

At the very moment when Bert and I come into each other’s mouths, John 
shoots his load of cream, sprinkling both our bodies with the gooky liquid.

And so began our evening.

In the night club, in the car, Bert continued performing the most 
uninhibited acts, which pleased John no end.

At about two o’clock in the morning we got back home, and the three of us
made a beeline straight for the conjugal bedroom.

Bert jumps onto the bed immediately and then on top of me, while John 
stretches himself out at our sides, watching us hungrily.

The first bang is in a way not worth mentioning, for despite the fact 
that I’ve had several orgasms during the course of the evening, the first 
feel of that cock jamming into me drives me wild, and I cream on the spot, 
shouting my joy.

But the second time it’s with an indescribable and exquisite slowness 
that we go about it. John just goes wild watching us. He masturbates with 
one hand while the other is caressing me between my thighs, just where 
Bert’s cock and my cunt are linking up.

He whispers in his friend’s ear:

“Didn’t I tell you that she was a regular little nympho? Do you feel how 
tight her cunt is, and the way it grips your cock? What a nutcracker, huh? 
She wants it. Give her all you’ve got.”

“Yes, give it to me. All the way,” I murmur.

“Ah!” John continues. “I can see her blood rising to her face, her eyes 
gleaming; her nostrils are getting pinched. She’s going to come! It’s 
coming! She’s croaking! It’s coming … here she comes … her whole body is 
stretching out for your cock! Ah, she’s creaming!”

And coming himself, he yells at me:

“Cream good, my beloved baby; come as far as you can! Ah! Boy, it’s just 
great for me to see you cream with somebody else!”

And so saying, he shoots all of his love juice into my gaping mouth.

CHAPTER XVII

The other day Mrs. Prickard, my old schoolmate, dropped in to see me 
unexpectedly. “See here, Javin, I just don’t understand it. They say that 
you have I don’t know how many mistresses and lovers, and that your husband
is a terrible libertine, and yet you seem the most happy and close couple 
in the whole country.”

“Your account is without exaggeration; quite true,” I replied, smiling.

“Only the other day, when I went into your loge at the Chevalier Theater 
during intermission, the way you were standing left no doubt in my mind: He
was seated behind you, who were standing, and his hand was beneath your 
dress. The way you were twitching your buttocks about left no doubt as to 
the pleasure you were deriving from it.”

“Oh, yes-”

“But then, I still don’t understand. After all the things one hears of 
your exploits, I still ask myself if I wasn’t dreaming.”

After having brought back to mind our little games in boarding school, we
munched each other up in a slobber.

Calmed down, but continuing to feel each other up with sticky fingers, 
poking about between our thighs, we now shared the couch in my boudoir.

“No, you weren’t dreaming, Mona. And it’s true that I was getting a great
kick out of getting myself felt up by my husband in front of that theater 
full of people. He likes those kind of games and so do I.”

“I bet you do.”

“But what you don’t understand is really quite simple, my pretty. The 
secret of our happiness is that we are not in the least jealous of each 
other. Quite the contrary.”

“What do you mean by quite the contrary?”

“Listen.”

And I told her the story of Bert Crane in its every detail.

She just couldn’t get over it.

“You’re worse than Messalina, and him worse than Cassanova! And on top of
it all, you tell each other all about your dirty little adventures?”

“Yes; we’ve made a pact to tell each other everything. If you only knew 
how that makes us desire each other! It would be impossible for us to 
separate. There isn’t another person in the world, you see, with whom I 
could achieve such an understanding and experience an equal degree of 
pleasure. For instance, this evening he’ll learn all about what we just did
to each other. And you can be sure that it will get me a good fuck.”

“What?” she exclaims, with a lascivious gleam in her eyes. “You’re going 
to tell him everything?”

“And how! And if you like, you could even come and join us.

“Oh!” she pipes. “What pigs you are! But then it wouldn’t be at all 
unpleasant..

All hot and bothered now, she caresses my mount of Venus. I return her 
good manners, and off we go for a great turn of mutual masturbation.

“You mean it wouldn’t matter if your husband saw us?”

“He would be delighted. He is madly happy at any pleasure I experience. 
And I feel the same for him.”

“Now that I’ve thought about it, I’m beginning to think that the two of 
you are right.”

“Oh, that’s for sure! In short, it’s the best way for us to love each 
other, and the secret of our happiness.”

“Well, since you’ve found the secret of eternal happiness, I’m going to 
profit from it and convert my husband.”

“You’ll taste the happiest fruits of life, and you too will become one of
the happiest couples of the city.”

“You don’t know how grateful I am to you for having given me your secret.
Ah, ah, that feels so good! Oh, my joy button….”

We feel silent, savoring to the fullest our voluptuous caresses, rubbing 
up against each other, climbing toward that supreme moment.

CHAPTER XVIII

The lights are out, we are in bed, and my husband has just finished 
letting me have it right to the shitty hilt in my asshole. I can feel the 
hot juices running in the depths of my entrails. His hands flat against my 
crack has just received my love offering.

How well we understand each other. What divine pleasures we render to 
each other.

Of course, I enjoy getting cornholed by others also, but it is with him 
that I get the greatest pleasure from it. It’s probably because with him I 
let myself go all the way.

It would be at this moment that any of my other lovers would pull out, or
question me.

With my husband, I don’t have to say a thing. He knows I like to remain 
this way, with his hand on my cunt.

No matter how strong his desire to get down on me and lick up all my come
juice, he won’t do it because he knows the pleasure I derive from his 
getting all soaked with it and then wiping it on my bush.

And that’s what he does now, in such a way as to keep it for later (and 
hour, a day), when he’ll shove his dirty little nose into my sticky bush.

After a long silence he murmurs:

“Oh, honey, there’s no one but you; no kidding. You’re the filthiest, 
dirtiest, most obscene, lascivious bitch I’ve ever known, and by gum I’ve 
known some! And to think that that whore of a woman is my own adorable 
wife! Boy, does it make me happy!”

“You see, my big bad wolf, I’ve taken the best part of your life.”

“That’s true.”

“And I know that when you give me the Oscar, it’s because you’ve compared
me with all those other dames that you fuck, and so it makes me happy to 
know that you fuck all those others.”

“Oh, honey, if you only knew how hot you get me when you talk to me that 
way!”

“Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I slept with your friend Stiff Gater
yesterday?”

“Really?”

“But of course.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Let’s hear about it!”

“Oh, there’s not much to it. While you were playing bridge with our 
guest, Stiff and me, we went into the small living room.”

“Oh, yes; I remember now. You went out of the room just when I won that 
great hand.”

“Stiff was in a hell of a hurry. He had taken my hand and was playing 
with my fingers while telling me some dirty jokes. Becoming progressively 
surer of himself, he finally took me into his arms and began feeling up my 
tits. A bit after that we kissed and-”

“The bastard!”

“Wait. While he continued to pet my tits, my fingers slipped into his 
pants and were soon fingering his good cock, stiff as yours is when you let
me have it. I unbuttoned him as fast as I could, and pulled out his 
handsome instrument.”

“Tell me what it’s like, honey.”

“As long as yours, but less thick. He has a satiny foreskin which is so 
long that it goes beyond its head. You know I like that, if nothing else 
just for the sensation of feeling it spread apart my cunt lips. Its skin is
soft, white and delicately veined. Even when its erect, it’s a delight to 
look at, and that’s what I did as he continued to knead my now bared tits.”

“The pig!”

“I let him suck on my nipples. That excited him all the more, and I could
see his cock get even harder and even begin to quiver. It was just too much
for me, and I tore myself away from his lips to grab between my lips his 
burning masculinity.”

“Whore!”

“Oh, it didn’t last long; just a few turns, and he shot his load into my 
mouth, which I swallowed with my eyes closed.”

“Dirty pig!”

“Two minutes later he had another hardon. And did I ever have a yen to 
get fucked! So I asked him to follow me into my boudoir, where we locked 
ourselves in.”

“And then? Well?”

“Well, then we sat down on the edge of the bed. I slowly pulled down the 
zipper of my dress, getting rid of that cloth that was hiding my treasures.
All I had left was my panties, not having put on a bra. He pulled me to him
and covered me with wild kisses. I asked him to give me a suck around the 
navel; you know how I love that. He sucked at it as if he thought that he 
could get some come juice out of it. ‘Take me! Take me!’ I said to him.

“Stiff ripped off his jacket, then his pants and shirt; they all went to 
join my dress. He was handsome, all naked like that, and I ran my hands 
over his muscles.

“‘You’re going to be mine,’ he says to me in a hoarse groan.

“I wanted to take off my panties.

“‘No,’ he insisted. ‘It’s me that’s going to serve you, as a maid.”

“Accompanying his words with action, he slipped down my panties the 
length of my thighs. He brought them to his nose and inhaled my perfumes 
before throwing them away like a flower at a carnival.

“Seated as I was on the edge of the bed, all I had to do was to spread my
thighs slightly in order to receive his head in the right spot.”

“The perverse bastard!”

“Boy, you can say that again! He sure was! I felt his tongue penetrating 
my damp cunt. I let myself fall backward across the bed, holding his head 
tight between my thighs. My rattles of pleasure excited him terribly, but I
understood that he wanted to get me to the brink of orgasm before jamming 
me. He just didn’t tire of licking my cunt.

“‘Take me,’ I repeated.

“Not being able to take it any longer, I pulled him up on top of me, and 
he came along. With one grinding shove, he let me have the whole thing 
right up to the hilt.”

“The filthy cunt-lapper!”

“And so it goes. Then he humped me like a bear in heat, and I thought 
he’d wear the hair off my pussy.

“‘All! All! OH!’ he groaned.

“His sounds of pleasure excited me so that I creamed before he did.”

“Bitch that you are!”

“Luckily, I have the gift of coming two times in a row, and the second 
time harder than the first. And then to think of you in the next room 
excited me very much, too. I would have liked to call you and have you 
profit from the situation. Alas, it was impossible, since you weren’t 
alone.”

“It is a pity, that.”

“Well, after a long grind, I felt him coming. At last I felt myself being
flooded by a burning wave of come. I yelped like a cornered bitch, and came
for the second time.”

“Honey, I feel like it too.”

“Let me finish my story. He wanted to start all over again, the dirty 
man. But I heard you talking in the living room, and so I ordered him to 
get dressed so he could rejoin you. Then I told him to tell you that I was 
tired and had gone to bed. I had hoped you would understand and come to me 
right away; you like so much to take me when I’ve just made love with 
someone else. But you didn’t come, and I waited in vain.”

“I had to take one of our guests home in the car. Oh, if only I could 
have known!”

“There’ll be other times.”

“Yes; I’d like that, for I like Stiff a lot. I’d like to watch the two of
you through a keyhole, and then come and join you. But your story has put 
me into one of my states, and I feel myself coming just the way Stiff did.”

My dear husband crushed me to him. Then he covers me with his whole body.
Without any prelims, as he’s far too excited, he jams his cock into me. He 
humps me so fast that I can barely feel him, and oops, there he blows! I 
can feel his hot cyclone whirling into my cunt. He sighs, happy at last.

A few minutes later I break the silence that usually follows moments of 
pleasure:

“It’s your turn now, my darling.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me of all the cutie-pies that have known your dong. I hope you 
finger-fucked them good first, and that you got down on it, and ate their 
shit. You know how women love to be worked over before getting rammed, and 
you’re an expert at it. With your finger on my love switch, I listen.”.

“Ah!” he exclaims. “How I love you to be lascivious the way you are!”

CHAPTER XIX

After this exclamation my husband keeps his peace for a few moments, but 
I insist. “Well, I’ll tell you the story of an adventures I had recently, 
traveling in a sleeping car. She was a redhead-”

“Ah, so you like them too, the redheads?”

“Of course. And she was a very beautiful girl, as a matter-of-fact, and 
very elegant. She was traveling with her husband-”

“What!”

“Wait a minute, my little whore of a honey. She was going to Chicago, as 
I was, but her husband got off at Buffalo. He was a big fat guy, a big 
businessman, I guess. He was very anxious and concerned about his wife:

“‘You’re not cold, are you, honey?’ he’d say to her, or ‘You’re not too 
hot, are you? Do you want me to open a window?’ In short, the attentions of
an elephant, and of the kind that drive you wild, and I could see that that
was just what they were doing to my charming redhead. It was clear as day.

“This show lasted until Buffalo. We had hardly gotten under way again 
when she got up to get something out of her bag, which was in the rack. I 
jumped up to help her, and I was repaid by a big smile.

“Then I told her in a way to mark the contrast with her husband:

“‘The compartment is yours, Madame; dispose of it as you will.”

“Well, she closed the door to the compartment with deliberation, and 
turning to me, murmured:

“‘It’ll be cozier this way.’ “

“Well, she sure was making it easy for you!”

“That’s what I thought as well. But I still wasn’t sure. If she had said,
‘We’ll be cozier this way,’ then all right.”

“Christ, what do you need?”

“That’s the way I am.”

“Well, my husband is modest! Must keep up appearances. You know that you 
don’t believe in them. You’re all the same-men. You’d like to have your 
dicks taken just like that, without any to do, and shoved straight between 
our thighs. Not that we don’t desire what we know to be strung up in your 
pants, and want to have it shoved into us, front or rear. We all appreciate
that it is most of all in matters of love that time lost is irretrievable.”

“That’s sure true.”

“Naturally. But all the same, the man should be left something to do’”

“You’re right, dearie.”

“We certainly do enough to attract him, as when I cross my legs and don’t
pull my skirt down all the way over my knees again, so that you can see my 
knees and get a glimpse of that road to paradise. And I bend over to make 
my tits fill out my blouse and show my nipples pointing through the light 
material. I arch my ass out to better show off my buttocks, and when 
standing I wiggle them around like a full bowl of jelly, and then I bend 
over so that you can see the outline of that dark crevice running down 
between. Then I regarter a stocking which needs no gartering, just to give 
you a little hot show. And when traveling in a train, it’s even better.”

“What do you do then?”

“Well, if I meet a guy whose looks I like, first I give him the business 
I’ve just described, and then I get up to go to the john.”

“What for?”

“Idiot! Why, to see the look on his face when I come back. His expression
is filled with the outpouring of his imagination, which has reconstructed 
what has taken place in that place: the good woman who pulls up her waist, 
pulls down her panties, exposes her cute little ass, then places a hand on 
the supporting bar against the wall to steady herself and lowers her ass 
gingerly onto the toilet seat. She keeps her skirts up with one hand while 
with two fingers of the other she pulls her panties away from her so as not
to piss into them.”

“Oh, how well you describe that most charming moment!”

“Then it’s the sound of a tiny cascade, the tight yellow stream shooting 
down between her thighs. It hits the side of the bowl and then disappears. 
A shame, if one thinks of those who would like to be beneath it.”

“You pig!”

“Finally, having relieved herself, she gets up just a little two 
brusquely and a few drops run down her stocking or fall on her shoes; not 
to mention the drops in her bush, destined for her panties.

“Yes, every woman has all these little tricks by heart, which she knows 
are so exciting to men, and by which she attracts them like nice little 
teddy bears. But I must say again that the man must play his part. And you,
now? What did you do?”

“Very simple. I went out and found the conductor and slipped him a big 
bill. He took in with a smile. They’re used to it, you see ‘Don’t you worry
about a thing, sir; there’ll be nobody to disturb you. And you have two 
hours without a stop before we get to Chicago. You’ve got nothing to worry 
about.’ “

“And then what?”

“Then I went back into our compartment just as my pretty traveling 
companion was stretching herself out on her seat.”

“And then?”

“As we had already exchanged some words, the ice had been broken, and 
this time she said to me: ‘I’m going to get some sleep. I hope we won’t be 
disturbed between here and Chicago.”

“The invitation was clear, and … Oh, look at the way you’re oozing juice,
honey!”

“Well, by God, I can just see that girl stretched out in front of you!”

“Boy, isn’t imagination something, though!”

“I bet she turned her back to you.”

“Naturally. She thus exhibited her pretty little ass to my hungry eyes. 
The hem of her skirt was draped over the edge of the seat. Without a 
moment’s hesitation I picked it up, and there before my eyes was her lovely
backside, barely covered by transparent nylon panties.”

“You couldn’t have been able to hold out very long, given a view of that 
kind.”

“You are so right. I immediately brought my nose up to the middle of the 
seam.”

“You are such a pig!”

“Oh, that odor! It went straight to my head. Oh, that odor rising from 
both the cunt and asshole!”

“I know what you mean; it drives me wild too. And I can imagine what hers
was like, after all that time on the train. It must have been good and 
thick.”

“And how!”

“You breathed it in, didn’t you, you dirty old man? And then what did 
you? Did you pull her pants down?”

“No. I was afraid to wake her.”

“Idiot! Do you think she was sleeping? She was waiting, all excited, for 
you to feel her up, to give her a round-the-world. I’m sure of it.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t take the time to think about it. Just smelling her 
crud was enough to make me feel upside down. It was more than I could 
stand. I pressed my mouth down on her like a savage. She was lying with her
knees drawn up, so you can imagine how advantageous her position was. Oh, 
the delights of tasting her vulva through that transparent material!”

“And is that the way you munched her?”

“Yes; I lost my head. She didn’t move. However, it is sure that I held 
her thighs apart with my hands. I dug out her erect clitoris and began 
giving it a good suck. I sucked her joy juice right through her panties, 
and could feel from the quivering of her flesh that she was about to come, 
and nothing could stop her now. I bit in!”

“Oh, but you must have hint her, the poor darling! How could you?”

“Let me finish, Javin. I bit into her panties.”

“Oh!”

“I tore them with my teeth, and enlarged the hole with my fingers, and 
finally, there beneath my hungry lips lay the embalmed slit.”

“How exhilarated you must have been!”

“Especially since her fruit of love was already oozing with love’s juice.
I sucked, licked, tasted, till suddenly she let me have a cream shot right 
in the mouth. Oh, Javin, it sure was something!”

“I bet it was. All those redheads are nymphos. Boy, are you getting me 
all hot and bothered, telling me your story! Oh, the good you do me, my 
darling husband! And after? I hope you gave it to her?”

“The works, my little lamb. Those seats are just the right distance from 
the floor. They were made for doing it.”

“Now that I remember, you’re right, when I think of the time I had myself
fucked that way.”

“I pulled her ass closer to the edge and shoved my cock right into her 
adorable cunt.”

“Ah, from back to front, that complicates matters!”

“Yes, it was doing things the hard way, for I had to run my dick through 
the hole I had torn in her panties, which wasn’t that big. I shoved it all 
the way in and then I humped her like mad.”

“How about her? Didn’t she say anything?”

“Nothing, unless you consider a few low moans as saying something. She 
continued making believe to be asleep, with her face turned to the wall.”

“Oh, the dirty bitch!”

“Boy, did I have a heavenly time!”

“How I would like to have been there too! I would have waked her up from 
her pretended sleep by squatting down just over her face. She would have 
had no choice but to wake up in order to put her mouth in the right place.”

“As for me, I was taking in all the delicious odors sticking around my 
face from when I had licked her cunt a few seconds before, while her hot 
pussy was eating up my cock like a vacuum cleaner.”

“It couldn’t have been long before you shot her full of your hot cream.”

“It sure wasn’t, it couldn’t have taken me more than ten strokes before I
shot my wad.”

“How about her?”

“When she felt me coming, she blew up for a second time. But my cock was 
still stiff, and so I kept it in her to make our joy last a little longer. 
I couldn’t see my cock, lost as it was in a cloud of nylon and still buried
in the sticky slit, so I pulled her panties right down.”

“Honey, how I would have liked to be there to lap up all of your 
commingled juices!”

“It would have pleased me just as much, Javin, just to watch you doing 
it. But to get back to my pretty redhead, there she lay now, all naked 
before my eyes. Darling, she had the most appetizing asshole I’ve ever 
seen. Two half-moons like you’ve never seen: round, and perfectly outlined.
I spread them apart with two fingers and just stood in admiration before 
what was being offered to my eyes.”

“To listen to you, she did indeed have a perfect posterior.”

“Lodged in the deepest part of her shadowy crack, surrounded by a few 
golden hairs, a divine orifice: pink, all cute and round. I would have 
liked to stick my tongue into it, but I couldn’t, and I had to content 
myself with intruding my finger. The gentle sphincter contracted at first 
as if frightened. I figured that it must be the first time that anyone had 
ever fingered around at that end. So I contented myself with just tickling 
it a bit. The thin wrinkles began opening up; I pushed my finger forward 
just a little, and it entered the hole. She barely managed to hold back a 
yell of astonishment; but I gave a deep sigh of pleasure. You can imagine, 
my darling Javin, what my dick must have been like at that moment.”

“As stiff as it feels in my asshole right now, honey. But go on; what 
happened?”

“It was epic. As I was reaming her out slowly and gently to make our 
pleasure last, I heard the conductor say through the door that we would be 
arriving at Chicago in another ten minutes.

“So I speeded up my humping till I looked like a bucking bronco. Every 
time I thrust forward she recoiled a bit. I had undone the top of my pants 
in order to feel her satiny half-moon against my heaving belly. She was 
shoving them out at me as if she wanted to swallow my entire cock still 
faster than she was already, as it plunged its entire length into her 
sticky cunt again and agin.

“And still making believe that she was asleep, she was letting out sighs 
which were enough to melt one’s soul. Her whole body quivered. A shiver 
kept running across her shoulders, which indicated to me the intense 
pleasure she was, deriving from our game, and the jellyroll of her ass was 
a renewed declaration of her joy.

“Her joy was so great that I guessed that she wanted it to last. Given 
another time, you know, Javin, that I would have acquiesced, but we were 
coming into Chicago, and I deduced that my companion hadn’t heard the 
warning of the conductor, busy as she had been.

“Making believe to be talking to myself, but loud enough for her to hear,
I said, ‘After all, I would like to come again before we arrive at the 
station.”

“From the sudden way she arched her ass in my direction and grabbed up my
enormous cock into her velvet-lined pussy, I could tell that she had 
understood. We both creamed almost immediately afterward.

“The time it took to pull back up her panties, to pull my cock out of the
hole in them, to soak up through the same hole-using my pocket 
handkerchief-that perfumed mixture of our excretions which was pouring 
forth from between the lips of her cunt-”

“Oh, why couldn’t she have poured it all forth into my mouth!”

.. the time to pull down and straighten her skirt and to sit myself back 
down on my seat as if nothing had happened … Well, two minutes later she 
made as if she was waking up, and that was the end of our adventure.

“Her face all flushed, her pretty eyes shining with the pleasure she had 
just experienced, she says to me without so much as batting an eyelash, 
‘Oh, how well I’ve slept! And what a simply delicious dream I had!’ “She 
made herself up, and continued, ‘Really delicious, but a little too short 
for my taste. It’s just like all dreams, they never last.’ “

CHAPTER XX

“Well,” was it really the end of the affair? There was no continuation?” 
I said. “Just hold onto your horses. I’ve got a surprise in store for you.”

“Oh, Quick, what is it?”

“After having once more deplored the too-short time of the dream, she got
up and straightened out her skirt. I helped her on with her coat. She took 
on an air of a woman of high society, very reserved and distinguished. One 
could never have thought that she had just been fucked and ass holed by 
yours truly, and had come three times, right there on the same seat where 
she now sat down once more, carefully drawing on her gloves.

“At the Chicago station she was met by her mother and father; she was a 
woman of a certain age, who one could see had been extremely beautiful, and
the old man was very distinguished. She introduced me to them.”

“Only a woman could have the nerve!”

“As she didn’t know my name, she simply introduced me as a friend of 
Gerry’s, who obviously was her husband, whom I had met earlier on the 
train. All I had to do was present myself and tell them what I did, etc. 
The old man said, ‘But I’ve heard of you often, sir, and of your business. 
I’m very happy to know you.’ And I was offered the guest room on the spot.

“I would have refused, had not the pretty Ruth given me a look which 
promised the tenderest repayments, secret as they would be delicious.”

“Which, I am led to suppose, means that you slept together that very 
night, my darling husband?”

“Correct.”

“Well, at least this time, I hope that you licked that darling asshole of
hers. Something which you had been unable to do on the train.”

“Of course, and afterward I buggered her, as well.”

“As you are me at present, my honey? Tell me how; I’m so nosey. Didn’t 
she make too many evasive movements when faced with that huge tool of 
yours?”

“She was all upset when I began putting it to her there, but I had 
already done all kinds of filthy things before I ever got there-”

“Let’s hear about them!”

“Our rooms were on the same floor, and she had been careful to leave her 
door ajar. So when her parents had gone to bed, I sneaked over to her room 
and locked the door behind me on entering.

“She was stretched out on the bed, all naked. On seeing me, she closed 
her eyes. I went over to the bed and knelt down beside it so that my head 
was right over the low mound of her belly, and right at the right spot. 
Immediately burying my head in her hot fur, I gave her one of those 
once-overs like you know, baby. My tongue penetrated with delight into the 
inviting slit and was met by all the love juices already running down her 
cunt in abundance. And finally I drank in all she had to give me, till my 
whole mouth was stuck tight with her gooey come. All the while I was 
jerking myself off like a madman. But she bent over with a suddenness which
was startling, and grabbed my cock between her velvety lips. What didn’t 
she get shot into her gullet, but a few moments later!”

“Did she stop sucking then?”

“That’s just it-no. Having swallowed all I had shot into her, she 
continued sucking my soft cock like wild, hoping to suck it back to life 
again. Needless to say, she achieved her goal in no time.

“Then I jumped on top of her like a savage. My club shot into her in one 
thrust, and I began humping her like crazy. She took my bull rams like an 
old trouper, gurgling with joy. She groaned, ‘It’s so good! It’s so good!’ 
Her eyes were open now, and they stared like glass eyes.

“Her juices were flowing so wildly now that all you could hear was the 
flip-slop slobbering of my reaming her out.

“Then I could feel my irresistible cream rising to the surface; suddenly 
I let loose a violent explosion of molten come juice into her depths. She 
yelled her joy: ‘Ah, you’re creaming! You’re coming in me! You’re flooding 
me with your juice! You’re emptying your nuts into my cunt! You’re 
spluttering, blurping, sputtering … I’m the happiest woman alive! Oh, It’s 
just great!’

“And it was true; I shot it into her with an unheard violence. Spurt 
followed spurt, and was followed by another, till you could have thought 
she had been filled by the come juice of three men, and not just one.

“She murmured, ‘Thank you; you almost killed me with pleasure.”

“As for me, it took me an hour of rest before I could get back on my 
feet. We were sleeping pressed close against each other. In the middle of 
the night I was awakened by something hard as steel. I had another hardon, 
and it had worked its way in between those lovely half-moons of my redhead.

“She woke up as well, on feeling that big piece pressing urgently at her 
rear door. She took a terrible fright, the poor dear thing. She told me she
had never been had in that particular spot, and that she preferred-if only 
you could have seen her as she told me-receiving kisses there, for that too
she had never experienced till I had dared on the train.”

“Ah, the bitch! She had developed a taste for having her asshole licked!”

“Sure. If only you could have seen her a few hours earlier, arching her 
asshole to my tongue and creaming without waiting for me! She had taken to 
it with such zest that now she came again, spotting the clean white 
sheets.”

“But what did you do about her fear of getting buggered?”

“I made believe that I assented to her desires, and placed her on all 
fours, in doggy position. She was smiling happily, thinking that I was 
going to give her more of the same. But after having given her a good lick,
I straightened up and put the head of my cock at the rear door entrance, 
and like knocking back a shot, I let her have it. I slammed it in with one 
rasping rip. “She cried, ‘NO! No, I don’t want to!’

“I didn’t listen to her wails but whispered in her ear, ‘The toughest 
part is over. Don’t move. You’ll see how happy you’ll be afterward.”

“She remained motionless as this new sensation spread its pleasure 
through her entire body. I continued shoving my dick into that hot and 
handsome asshole of hers. Then, shaking out the golden red curls of her 
head spread on the pillow, she threw back at me, ‘You devil, you’re driving
me wild! What a delight! Yes; I want it; go ahead.”

“It was a little late for her to tell me to go ahead, since I was already
buried in her to the hilt of my shitty cock.”

“Just like you are in mine, honey.”

“Just like I am in you, honey. And I was rubbing off her clitoris with my
hand, reaching around her hips-”

“Just like you’re doing it for me, my little sugar. And she creamed, 
didn’t she? She creamed like a whore, just like I’m going to in a little 
while.”

“Oh, yes. I had begun a slow, insidious back and forward movement in her 
cute little asshole that was gripping my cock so that it felt like it was 
soaked in vinegar; all which made both of us yelp with joy. I began humping
her faster and faster. The head of my dick was just feeling so good and all
atingle. She began to moan and whimper. ‘Oh! Oh! Oh! It’s coming! I can 
feel myself hitting seventh heaven. Aaaah!

“Then she let out a real scream of a roar, and I left my hand holding 
back a flood of come. ‘Oh, baby, I’m going to cream too! I’m going to fill 
your asshole. Your beautiful asshole that I love as if it were some 
divinity,’ I exclaimed.”

“And shot your load like a prince, did you, my little love of a husband?”

“You better believe it!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m coming too! Cumhole me, baby; give it to me now. Here, 
here! It’s all for you! It’s for all your filthy playing around. It’s for 
your pretty redhead. It’s for all you did together. It’s for you to begin 
again. Here! Oh, I’m dying!”

I don’t know what I’m saying, my husband is masturbating me so 
maddeningly. I feel like he’s going to tear right through my asshole, and 
it makes me come like crazy. I scream. I say all the crazy things that pop 
into my head. I cream like a queen. I cream like all the women that ever 
creamed, creaming together.

This moment of madness over, I ask Johnny to finish his story.

“But that’s all there’s to it. We had fucked so much, and in every which 
way, that we just had to get some rest. I went back to my room and spent a 
deliciously quiet night.”

“And the next day?”

“The next morning I woke up too late to consider going to find my 
redhead. Anyway, I had some very important business matters to attend to, 
in fact a very important business lunch with a bunch of big industrialists.
I came back here that very evening. On my return trip, alas, no adventure 
befell me.”

“What a shame, darling. Anyway, if it ever happens again, be sure to tell
me all about it.”

“I promise, Javin, my little whore of a wife.”

CHAPTER XXI

I HAD A GREAT ONE HAPPEN TO ME THE other day. I had read in the Trib that
they were playing an old picture that I had always wanted to see in one of 
the neighborhood movie theaters.

So I decided to go in the afternoon, and I got there just in time for the
newsreel. During the interval, I go to the toilet and lock myself in the 
little cubicle.

But even before I have the time to lift up my skirts and make tinkle in 
the bowl, I notice a hole in the wall.

It’s big enough for me to distinguish a brilliant eye watching me from 
the other side of it. Since the place next door is the one reserved for 
men, I have no doubt as to the proprietor of the eye in question: it’s that
of a voyeur, a Peeping Tom.

Like many others, I find exhibitionists rather silly, although I have 
nothing against them; quite the contrary. But I do feel a certain sympathy 
for Peeping Toms.

Excited at the thought of being watched, and sure that Tom hasn’t noticed
that I saw him, I take my time.

Instead of just lifting up my skirt, I take it off, and show off my 
snow-white thighs.

I turn myself around so that I show him my buttocks, and then slowly pull
down my panties. My twin half-moons appear slowly, and then my hole.

I remain this way for a moment without moving, and then I turn so that he
can get a look at my cunt bush that hides my pink slit.

Finally-I’m certainly disgusting today-instead of sitting down on the 
seat, I get up on it with my feet and then squat down, so that my friend 
will be able to see my filthy performance all the better.

For I must tell you that I had to comply with nature’s demands from both 
ends.

Needless to say, my hidden neighbor had taken his cock out of his pants 
by this time, and must have been jerking it off like wild. It seemed to me 
that I could hear the sound of his heavy breathing.

Then I apply myself to my purpose; I concentrate myself. I push, and the 
first drops of my yellow piss escape from my gaping cunt, given my 
position.

And then it’s a regular jet. The pretty jet that rushes out of me like 
from a hose, and splatters down below me into the bowl.

There is a moment’s pause after the last golden drop has dripped down 
from my cunt. I smile at the thought of my neighbor’s state of excitation. 
But I don’t look in the direction of the hole in the wall; instead I 
contemplate my mound of love, which is still all damp.

And I push again. Oh! What I’m doing is so filthy and lewd that I’m 
forced to stop my efforts. To do this which is so private and secret, 
knowing that there in front of me there is an eye watching me!

I cream at the very thought. Just thinking about it makes my juices flow.
A quiver runs right through me, and a violent sense of pleasure takes my 
breath away.

I finally get ahold of myself again and begin to push once more. My state
hasn’t decreased in intensity, but my pleasure is of a gender kind now.

I push quietly, and can feel it coming. My pretty hole opens up, little 
by little; it’s coming. Ah, how good it is! It shoves its way out of the 
cute orifice. It’s coming out. It sausages out, and plop, in it falls.

I seem to hear little cries of pleasure coming from the other side of the
partition.

Then, with unbelievable daring, I look right into the eye facing me 
through the wall and crook my finger at it, and with the other hand I 
unlock the door.

My Peeping Tom doesn’t hesitate for a second. I can hear him get up-he 
was certainly on his knees, looking through the hole-and open the door, 
close it and come rushing over to mine.

Sure enough, in a second I see my door open and through it appears a 
young man, no more than twenty years old, who locks the door again behind 
him.

Without a word he throws himself down at my feet and advances his avid 
tongue toward my crotch, and begins to suck and lick up all that he can 
find of wet in my sticky bush.

He had not taken the time to close his fly, and with stopping his eating 
me, he pulls out a charming little pecker, straight as an arrow.

After which, the dirty little boy moves his head further forward, and his
tongue reaches my smelly little hole, still carrying the traces from the 
recent passage of my sausage.

With wild enthusiasm the boy makes like toilet paper.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I can’t help crying out at the touch of his gentle tongue, 
which drives me just wild.

It only serves to excite him even more, and he shoves his pointy tongue 
into me right to its root. He acts like he’d like to eat me up alive.

He grabs his pecker in both his hands and begins to jerk it off like he 
had a stick up his ass. He lets out with little groans, sighs, yelps of 
pleasure like a veritable little pink pig.

Suddenly a wonderful jet of milky spunk shoots out of his pecker and 
lands on the toilet seat. Like a nut, he continues jerking himself off.

Well, crazy myself, I shove him away from me. I get down from the seat 
and kneel on the floor. I lower my face. I stick out my tongue and I lick 
the tiles and then the seat, to get every last drop of his come juice.

I cream! Ah, how I creamed!

A little calmer, I get up; grabbing my young Peeping Tom by the back of 
the neck, I suck in his mouth like a suction cup. We remain kissing each 
other, running our tongues in and out of our mouths for a long time.

“You’re a love, baby!” I blurt out at him.

“Oh, how good you are! How I thank you for having had me! Never have I 
been as happy, and probably never will be again. You are the first one to 
have realized my dreams.”

“Don’t be silly, honey. If you like, we can do it again. It won’t be 
under such unexpected circumstances, perhaps, but you’d see that I’d make 
you come again, and fulfill all of your most secret dreams. I love 
perverted boys like you.”

“Oh, it was so good!” he murmurs once, and I can feel his pecker getting 
harder under my squeezing fingers.

“Let’s go; let’s not stay here. Somebody might find us. If you like, we 
could go to my place.”

“Oh, yes; I’d like that!”

We got out of the theater, jumped into a taxi, and came here.

With what incredible haste did we climb those stairs!

I lead him into my boudoir and rip the clothes off him to see his still 
adolescent body, which is a tonic to my jaded eyes.

Rising up from a silky bush, his cock points at me, and I suck it into my
mouth. I suck and suck and suck….

I suck him off so well that he comes in no time at all, and this time I 
drink all of his love juice at its source.

After which, to give him a rest, the poor dear, I have him stretch 
himself out on his belly on the couch, and so I contemplate his pretty 
buttocks.

As excited as if I hadn’t had any lovin’ for a mouth, I dive for the 
brown crevice and bury my nose in his asshole and start reaming it out with
great passion.

Boy, there’s just nothing like a young boy’s asshole!

I stick my tongue all the way into it and savor the delicious moment in 
silence.

The dirty little boy is getting another hardon.

I get up then, and undress, throwing my clothes far from me, and appear 
before his marveling eyes in all my nudity, my little titties all erect and
pointing.

He grabs them like a miser gold, and squeezes, kneads, pinches and 
crushes them. His mouth takes up where his hands left off, and he glues his
lips around the nipples. Ah, does he suck well, that one!

I pull him on top of me, feel his pecker, and without asking his 
permission, I shove it into my little ol’ cunt.

Even though a virgin-he whispered the information to me between two licks
at a tit-he understands immediately the way to go about it, and begins to 
ream me out in great style.

In order to excite him all the more, I whisper obscene words and things 
in his ear.

“Ah! Go, mother-fuck! You’re doing me a lot of good! My little cunt 
thanks you! Raise up that groin so you can really ram it home! Faster! 
Harder’ What a good cock you have! You’re jamming like a king! I’m feeling 
it getting even harder and stiffer! Ah! You’re going to come! Me too! 
You’re going to sprinkle me with that good juice. I’m drowning your dicky 
with my hot cream. Ready … now, go! Ah, you’re flooding me out! Cream! 
Come! Aaah! Oh, what a delight; and you’re fucking me so well!”

He had no sooner come than a most unexpected thing happened: my husband 
walked in.

He came in like a gust of wind, took one look at us and went right out 
again, saying:

“Oh, excuse me!”

My poor dear of a young lover was so taken aback that he hid himself 
beneath the sheets. I assured him, explaining to him that nothing could 
give my husband greater pleasure than what we were doing. He couldn’t 
believe it, the poor lamb.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” I told him.

“Will you help me?” he answered.

“You can be sine of it. But for now you’d better leave, for my husband 
must be terribly excited as a result of what he has seen, and is dying to 
take his turn in fucking me.”

“Oh, yes, of course I’ll go. And thanks a million for everything. May I 
have grounds to hope to see you again?”

“But of course! I expect you here tomorrow at the same time.”

“I’ll be here.”

As soon as my little boy had left, my husband rushed into my boudoir, and
throwing me down, spread apart my thighs and his mouth shot out for my pink
slit.

With incredible, force he sucks, licks and draws out all the combined 
love juices, both male and female, from my overflowing cunt. The bastard 
just literally licks his chops!

“Ah, my darling honey, there is no one more lewd than you!”

“Almost as much as you, Javin.”

“You’re right; we are as bad, one as the other.”

“And it’s because of it that we are the happiest couple in the world.”

And without another word, he fucks me like an animal, howling with joy.

CHAPTER XXII

The next day, Jim-that’s the boy’s name that I met in the movie theater 
under the circumstances which I’ve just finished narrating-Jim rings my 
doorbell at three o’clock.”

I have him ushered into my boudoir. From the bulge in his pants, I can 
see that his dick is as erect as it’ll get, already.

I would have liked indulging in a little love play, but he’s so excited 
that as soon as I’ve unbuttoned his fly to haul out his pretty pecker, he 
throws me onto the couch and pulls up my skirts, tears off my panties and 
rams home his tool.

Ah, that first lap around the race course is great! He bucks away with 
terrible enthusiasm, like that of a little devil, and creams in my hot 
depths.

Now that he’s calmed down a bit, I ask him to tell me of his sexual 
experiences.

“I told you: You’re the first one I’ve ever made love to. But it is true 
that I had a couple good moments with a cousin….”

“Hurry and tell me about it, while I masturbate myself.”

“She was a beautiful little girl of around fourteen. I was spending the 
vacation at her parents’ country estate, and we were great pals, the two of
us. I remember that once she had gone off to a flower bed and was bending 
down, picking some flowers. She spraddled her legs wide, to reach the 
flowers without having to bend her knees. I was coming up behind her on a 
path leading to the house.

“Since she hadn’t heard me coming up, I looked under her skirt and could 
see her tight little panties enclosing her round and full little ass.

“That sight got me all excited. It was as if I had been struck by 
lightning. I snuck right up to her without making any noise, and lay down 
on the ground so that my head was just below her uplifted skirt. I looked 
up at that marvelous sight for a few moments, drinking it in like someone 
who had been lost in the desert.

“The object of my admiration was so busy with her flowers that she never 
noticed the very special attention I was giving her. But after a time, I 
couldn’t contain myself any longer, and began caressing her parts, which 
seemed to me like the corners of paradise.

“My cousin let out a muffled cry of surprise and fright, thinking that 
some insect had gotten underneath her skirts, and on turning around she saw
me in my rather compromising position.

“‘Forgive me, Helen, but really, you exhibited to me such pretty things 
that I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well, one thing is certain; girls are just as curious as boys, if not 
more so; and I’m sure that Helen had been waiting a long time for an 
opportunity to find out all about those mysterious things concerning love.

“After a little moment’s hesitation just to keep up appearances, it was 
agreed between us that I was to be able to see her ‘Thing,’ and then I 
would show her mine.

“Helen had never seen a man’s ‘Thing,’ as she called it. She was terribly
excited, and wanted to take the delicate thing in her hand.

“In short, we snuck off into the arbor in order to realize our agreement.

“She was the first, and sat down on a garden chair. I drew off her 
panties, taking in with passion all the delights of her virginal charms, 
which I had desired to see for so long.

“My cousin was a lascivious girl, who experienced an intense pleasure at 
being examined as she was now, by someone of the opposite sex.

“I touched her, rubbed her, and fingered her with my fingers. A quiver 
ran down her thighs, and she spread them apart even more.

“Instinctively I plunked a burning kiss on her pretty pussy, which was 
just at the level of my mouth; she sighed, and automatically put her hand 
on my head.

“Guided by my instinct, I began kissing her and playing about in such a 
way that the little girl was soon very excited. She let out a little cry of
pleasure, and I felt a delicious hot liquid run down into my open mouth.

“To taste the liquid better, I stuck my tongue inside her pussy. This had
for effect to immediately renew her desire, but this time receiving it 
while she fondled my little pecker, which had gotten all hard in my pants.

“Reminding me of my promise, she made me get up and stand before her. She
undid my fly with her own hands, trembling with desire, and took out my 
‘Thing,’ which sprang out pointing straight at her face.

“Terribly excited at the sight of such a marvelous plaything, she made me
lie down on the ground, and getting down at my side, began examining it 
very carefully in its every detail.

“The pleasure which I derived from her intense fondling of my little 
member was simply exquisite.

“She lost no time in wondering what could be hiding beneath the skin 
covering its head. Still playing, she tried to pull the skin back even 
further than the head, and that hurt a little.

“Then she got the idea that in wetting it, it would slide back and forth 
more easily, without hurting me.

“In a fit of passion she bent over it and took its pink head into her 
rosebud mouth, and began licking it all around inside her mouth, all of 
which gave me no end of pleasure.

“She thus succeeded in pulling the skin as far back as it would go. 
Taking it out from between her amorous lips, she pulled it back to take a 
long look at it.

“The head, now exposed, was pulsating and red with excitement.

“Her joy and pleasure at this revelation were beyond all bounds. She 
nearly drove me crazy with her ardent caresses!

“My whole body was trembling; my stomach shoved forward my pecker till it
reached down her gullet. Seeing the good effects that her fondling was 
having on me, she began to suck on it with incredible avidity. I felt 
myself rising up to seventh heaven.

“Suddenly, I let out a cry of joy and ejaculated into her fresh little 
mouth. Helen swallowed it all, so as not to choke.

“After a few minutes she got back up and examined me once again. To her 
surprise, she saw that the piece of flesh that had been so stiff and big 
just a few seconds ago was now all soft, now hiding its head beneath the 
skin, as before, while a few drops of a cream-like liquid were still oozing
out of the little orifice.

“While she looked at it, the thing continued to get smaller and smaller, 
till it returned to its original state, with its head completely covered by
its skin.

She was completely mystified by these strange goings on, and was just 
going to speak of it when we heard the sound of steps approaching. Lucky 
for us that we were able to hear the steps on the gravel path in time to 
straighten ourselves out before Helen’s mother came into the arbor.

“Two days later I left for home, and alas, we never again had the 
opportunity to see each other alone.”

“What a charming memory of an experience of love, my little Jimmy! And to
thank you for having told me that lovely story, I’m going to suck off that 
pretty prick of yours; and if I’ve ever called it small or little, I was 
simply being affectionately figurative. You’re going to come in my mouth, 
and experience the same joy as when your little cousin tasted your white 
cream.”

“Oh yes! Yes!”

He lies down on his back, and I grab his cock and stuff into my mouth, 
nibbling with relish. Then I began moving back and forth the length of his 
cock, pressing its flesh tight between my lips. Finally I feel his hot come
flooding onto my tongue, and I swallow it only after having rolled it about
to taste it fully, just the way one does with a good wine.

Jim left with his heart overflowing with joy, and his nuts emptied for at
least three days.

When John came home, I told him all about it, and we made love royally, 
getting each other all hot by doing all kinds of filthy things.

And then I sat down before my writing desk, and spent many charming hours
in recording all of these marvelous memories of voluptuousness.

“Ah, Javin, I bet you’re oozing with juice just writing all that down!”

“How right you are, treasure. You see, what gives me so much pleasure is 
the thought that someday somebody I don’t even know will read this, and 
understand. Someone who will love me from a distance, desire me, and follow
my example, so discovering the secret to happiness on earth. Ah, if only I 
could convince this universe that this civilization founded on work, 
machines, force, money, pride, and prudery can but lead to man’s 
unhappiness! And if I could make them seek a world based on voluptuousness,
free love, the methodical teaching to children from their earliest youth of
all the pleasures of the flesh, the obligation to spend eight hours a day 
in making love, the inauguration of national free-for-alls, and the 
imprisonment of the chaste; then it would be a golden age, paradise on 
earth and a true liberation of mankind!


THE END
