by Frank Harris
After a moment, I lifted her off her feet and carried her in my arms to the divan where I laid her down at full length. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I began to stroke her and examine her at the same time. The suffusion of a darker color which beneath the skin made the almost fair skin dusky, was most attractive, especially at the breasts on which the pink nipples, as big as small thimbles, were set as coral gems in tarnished brass. It was on these delightful flowers that I bestowed my first kisses, gently, and at the same time, drawing apart the lips of her cleft with the fingers of my left hand. I agitated the little bud of her love until her hips arched upward in passion and a long sigh of content escaped from her lips. I was pleased to find that her slit was comparatively small and tight, the sexual badge of women in warm climes being usually more obvious than that of the women of northern Europe and, in spite of the fact that it is truly the melting pot of nations, of the women of America.
I moved down to her, inserting the head of my cock in her wet tightness. A small hissing sound came from her lips, as though the sound at her throat slaked the terrible thirst at her loins. Then, when I had sunk in to the hilt, I felt my own hips carried into a rhythm by a small rotatory movement of hers. I slid easily in the smooth love-juiced trough, her Yoni with its crystal varnish of Kama-salila, as Mrs. Redfern would have called it. I used long, slow strokes to kindle the flame in her, my hands, forefingers together, nestling under the soft oscillation of her buttocks, and my knees, slightly apart, locking her legs in an open position. I fucked her long and hard, varying my motion so as to give us both the maximum amount of pleasure. I would draw back until the tip of my throbbing ramrod was just within her moistening slit, then dig forward slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of the turgid flesh as it penetrated deeper and deeper. She seemed dedicated to finding new ways to please me, urging me to assume a variety of positions. When she'd tired of resting compliantly beneath me, she suddenly pushed me back and assumed the dominant position, riding me so that my cock was buried more firmly and deeply than I ever thought possible.
But even this did not fully satisfy her. She made me withdraw from her and sit on a chair, my tumescent lance upright and aching. Then she crawled to me on hands and knees and dove between my thighs, taking me down her throat. She sucked my prick with determination, pausing only to lick my balls.
She tried to insist that the favor didn't need returning, but I would hear nothing of it. I turned her on her back and spread her wide, absorbing the sight of her gasping cunt with my hungry eyes. Then I began to work and knead her silky thighs. When she began to writhe and gasp with just the intimation of the pleasure to come, I slipped my middle finger deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, this feels so good,” I said out loud as I started to massage her desperate cunt lips. The soft tissues were hot like fire, but wet with rich, sweet-tasting juices. I had to sample her, so I took my finger out, brought it up to both our lips and we hungrily sucked off the cream.
I returned to her with two fingers now and worked her quickly. She seemed to love it, encouraging me to go faster and faster and harder. Her pussy began to open wide in orgasmic contractions.
She whimpered when I suddenly stopped my ministrations, but I smiled and told her it was time for a good licking. I lowered my head and breathed in her fragrance. It was deliciously exciting, as was the sight of her pussy, pink and swollen.
I began by kissing her thighs and stomach, then rewarded myself by starting at the lowest point of her valleylicking right up to her clitoris. I told her how much I loved sucking her cunt and she responded by grabbing the back of my head and mashing my face against her dripping orifice.
I was ready for the final moment and positioned myself between her parted legs. My prick found its way into her easily and filled her side-to-side and end-to-end. I began to grind in and out, in and out, more forcefully than before. I delayed as long as I could, bringing her to the brink of uncontrollable ecstasy again and again until my torrent could no longer be restrained.
I brought her to one climax after another, and then, when she had lost all fear of me and I felt her give her whole being over to love, I allowed my own passion to ride upward into her.
When it was over, I drew her out about her life. I found it had been a lonely one. A noncommissioned officer, an Indian and his wife, had been given charge of her by her father who had settled a small pension on her. She had lived between the two contrasting civilizations, so to speak, understanding both but not loving either. The Indian, she said, had no notion of sex morality. I found out that she had been brought up in a temple as a bride of the god Brahma and had been taught all love's ways and arts by the priests. In fact, she had only given ear to Mrs. Redfern hoping that I would take care of her or at least free her from the temple service. Of course, I promised to do what I could and set out to find out about it the very next day.
With Mrs. Redfern's help, I found that the task was not very difficult. The English father had put the pension in the girl's control after her sixteenth year. By applying to the proper authorities, I soon got her out of the hands of the priests and into that of a person who, I knew, had real affection for herMrs. Redfern.
Naturally, I was inquisitive about the kind of treatment she had received at the hands of the priests. I questioned her about it but she was always very reticent. She admitted once that on one occasion she had been forced to submit to the attentions of two priests, simultaneously. She had not been a willing participant, but there was truly little she could do. She described how the priests had torn the clothes from her until she cowered nude before them. One of them pulled her in front of him and began to bite her nipples and roll the pouting buds between his lips. The other one shed his robe and came behind her. She could feel his hardness poking at her buttocks, then the heat and pain as he forced his way into her tight little endhole. He drew her down atop him, pushing her up and down at the hips and digging his enormous cock more and more deeply into her ass, while the first priest eagerly laid aside his garments. His tool was long and thick and bobbed as he kneeled between the two pairs of spread legs. Then he rammed himself into her tight cavern and they fucked her in unison until they'd filled her with torrents of come. On another occasion she had been stripped naked and flogged in front of a number of priests for what she considered a trifling offense.
For over a month I lived between Winnie and May and was more than content with my lot. Winnie was much stronger and more resolute, but May was more sensuous and her yielding and gentleness were infinitely touching. When I disappointed her in love, the big, dark eyes filled with tears. Winnie, on the other hand, would get angry and tear her passion to tatters. Still, they both gave me intense pleasure, and of a new kind, for it must be remembered that I was forty-five at the time and my young mistresses were both in the late teens.
I had often thought of bringing them together. I consulted Mrs. Redfern, making sure to bring up the subject casually. To my instant delight, she responded favorably to the idea.
“Winnie is such a dear,” she said, “and fortunately she already knows and trusts me. I really think you ought to let me put it to her.”
I asked her why.
“Oh, women have ways of talking about such things!” she said with a merry laugh, and I supposed they had!
“And what about May? Do you think you'll be able to persuade her?” I was not sure about May's reaction either.
“You just leave it to me, sir!”
I was only too glad to. Our upbringing has made it difficult for us to engineer romantic situations whereas, with the aid of one other person only, how easily most love trysts are arranged! A few days later, the cunning lady came to me and announced that her entreaties had been successful. The meeting was arranged for the following day.
Only one thing had disturbed her, she said. It was the fact that Winnie was white and May a half-caste. She thought Winnie might have been put off by it. I laughed at her fears.
“To thin
k that a girl like Winnie, so forthright and honest,” I protested, “would entertain such contemptible notions as race prejudice and at the same time, in her inner self, give way to the desire to indulge in illicit pleasures, is not to know how beautiful her soul really is! I see that in some ways I know her better than you do, Mrs. Redfern!”
She laughed and exclaimed almost with a blush: “Oh, I suppose that sometimes I must appear very old-fashioned as compared with you and the girls!”
“Not at all, Mrs. Redfern,” I replied. “You have, like I do, the very heart of Youth!”
Truly, as I was to find out, she had. Indeed, as she walked out of the room after that very conversation, I couldn't help noticing how full and resilient were her buttocks and how shapely were her legs in spite of her forty-two years. Here, under my nose all the time, had been a woman without doubt both passionate and imaginative. I laughed at my discovery. How relative is one's vision to one's situation!
As on the previous occasionon the “wedding night,” so to speakI arranged the room with flowers, fruit and wine, strewed cushions about the floor, bathed, put on my bathrobe and prepared for a pleasant afternoon.
Winnie arrived first, alone. She seemed a little nervous. I did my utmost to calm her anxieties.
“Tell me, Winnie,” I said, “are you afraid of me?”
“Oh, no! Not of you, Frank, darling,” cried the sweet child passionately. “I'm just nervous because it is the first time, with anyone else, I mean.”
I told her not to be afraid, that nothing would take place against her will, and asked her if she didn't know me well enough to know that I would stoop to nothing debasing or hurtful. She said that of course she did and that it would give her pleasure to do just what I wanted her to do. I kissed her sweet forehead.
Then I poured her a glass of wine.
“If you are old enough to have your sense of touch delighted,” I said with a smile, “you are old enough to have your sense of taste delighted.”
Winnie laughed merrily.
“Oh, that's all right!” she said. “Father lets me drink wine at dinner!”
“Then perhaps he wouldn't mind your having breakfast with me?” I said jestingly.
Winnie giggled and then said soberly: “Sometimes I think you're the cleverest man in the world, Frank.”
I bowed in mock-acceptance of the compliment. At that moment the bell rang.
“That will be our other guest!” I said with a laugh and went immediately to the door and opened it. Sure enough, it was May in the company of Mrs. Redfern. “If you don't mind, sir,” the good lady said at once, “I'll just attend to the undressing of May while you attend to the disrobing of the other young lady.”
“Just as you think best, Mrs. Redfern.”
“Come, May. Sit down over here with me,” the lady said. May did as she was bid.
Winnie, the soul of sweetness and understanding, came right across to me and said: “You undress me, Frank. It wouldn't be fair to May if I wasn't undressed at the same time.”
May shot her a grateful glance and the two delightful girls smiled at each other. If I had had any compunctions about this meeting, they were gone now, like a dandelion in the wind. I kissed Winnie on the lips and acted the part of her doting valet. Mrs. Redfern did the same for the duskier of my playmates and soon the two houris confronted one another across the room, as stark naked as the first day they were born.
The first words spoken were by Winnie.
“Oh, look at her pussy!” she cried in a shrill voice. “It's been shaved off!”
Mrs. Redfern and I laughed and May blushed prettily.
“It's the custom where she comes from, my dear,” I said, when the humor of the situation allowed.
“Do you like it that way?” Winnie said to May in a friendly, earnest tone of voice.
“I haven't tried the other way!” said May cleverly, and the two of them ran into one another's arms. How pretty they looked, like two little ballet dancers in Swan Lake, only much more beautiful, for the smooth glimmer of their naked flesh made them even more beautiful still.
“And now, you take your clothes off, Frank!” Winnie called out, laughing at me over her shoulder.
I laughed as well. Without delay, and heedless of the fact that Mrs. Redfern was still in the room, I threw off my bathrobe and stood naked in their sight. I was already aroused and the women burst out laughing when they saw me and the way my enraged manhood bobbed in front of my belly.
“Oh really! Mr. Harris!” Mrs. Redfern said.
But without paying attention to her, I moved swiftly across the room and encircled the girls with my arms. We stood in a group, smiling at one another.
“Well really!” Mrs. Redfern said. “If that's going to be the way of it!” And without another word she, too, began to strip. Indeed, I don't think one of us had any desire to make her desist. The girls already had me on the floor and were teasing me by biting me all over. A moment later, Mrs. Redfern, heavily built but very well made and neat in her movements, had thrown herself into the fray. We all rolled over on the carpet and a moment later, with a feeling almost of shock, which soon gave way to delight, I realized that all three of them were seeking to pinion me in erotic clasps to the floor. Mrs. Redfern had taken my cock in her mouth and she lay with the weight of her breasts and upper torso on my thighs, prohibiting the movement of my legs. MayI was able to feel rather than see herwas seated astride my belly and urging me as she would a horse, while Winnie, the devil of the warren, squatted above my head, her taut cunt a sword of Damocles suspended above my face. I laughed merrily and, with a supple twist of my body, unsaddled all three on the rich Indian carpet. They rolled aside, like three impertinent Bacchantes, in a flurry of laughter and naked limbs.
Mrs. Redfern wasted no time. In a trice, she had pinioned her darling May to the floor and began to caress her passionately with tongue and lips. May laughed delightedly as the older woman crushed down on her bald pussy.
But when Mrs. Redfern's darting tongue found the center of her love notch, May's laughter turned to moans of delight. The older woman played her expertly, licking all around the smooth skin of her mount, plunging inside the pouting slit with forceful strokes, while working the girl's clit with an attentive finger. Finally she abandoned the outskirts of May's budding womanhood and devoted herself solely to scouring the tender pink inner membranes with the tip of her tongue. This sent the girl into a paroxysm of ecstasy which threatened to render her unconscious.
Winnie, meanwhile, stood with her hands on her slim hips and surveyed her rival's helplessness with interest and delight. I was reminded at once of some of the legend of Sappho on the fair isle of Lesbos and I couldn't help noticing how superbly the skin colors blended. The skin of Mrs. Redfern was a ruddy pink-white, the shoulders and breasts of her protegee were the color of honey swimming below an untidy tress of raven-black hair, while Winnie, standing slim and independent, was all over a smooth creamy-white.
“Wait a moment,” said Mrs. Redfern suddenly, “I'm going to light a joss stick!” She searched for her handbag, found it, stirred up the contents with her hand and produced a small green box from which she took an incense stick the color of dung and the shape of a stub of pencil. This she stood upright in an ash tray, and she set light to it. Soon a long feather-like plume of sweet smoke rose upward from the glowing tip. The two girls, captivated by it, attempted, by beating their hands in the air, to direct the smoke against their skin.
“It's nice to smell, not to touch,” Mrs. Redfern said dryly.
It was at that moment that Winnie suggested a game of leapfrog. Immediately upon saying it, she bent downward and exhibited one of the most pretty bottoms it has ever been my good fortune to see, lobes as smooth and as compact as large melons gathered prettily about her little rosebud beneath which a wisp of her silky hairs peeped like a goat's beard.
May went first, skipping forward on her bare feet across the carpet and then upward as she cleared the obsta
cle successfully. She landed about a yard clear, ran forward two steps, and stooped into position herself. Mrs. Redfern went next, clearing both obstacles in spite of her plumpness, without apparent effort. I hesitated long enough only to allow her to settle in position and then hopped twice to pass with my legs astride the girls and take up a position from where I could run to make a leap clear across the fleshy posterior of Mrs. Redfern. SomethingI do not know what until this daymade me hesitate. I found myself making the approach-run too slowly and before I realized what had happened I felt my ramrod fit softly against the warm split in Mrs. Redfern's buttocks. Of course, she thought that my action was intentional and so she raised herself on tiptoes, thrusting out with her warm pulpy buttocks at the same time, so that my cock, distended from so much anticipation, ran sure as a plummet between the thickly-haired flanges of her pussy and did not meet any resistance until it was sunk to the hilt in one of the warmest and juiciest sheaths imaginable. As soon as she felt the meeting of my belly tight against her buttocks, she seemed to knit her lower torso into a knotan amorous clasp I don't doubt she had from a great deal of experienceand I discovered at once that I was stuck fast and firm without the slightest possibility of escape.
At that moment I heard the laughter of the girls. Then Winnie cried: “Go on, dear, give it to her! If I were a man, I would!” Fuck her! We want to see your cock plunging in and out of her.”
Indeed I had little choice. I grasped her by her thick white waist and with short, jabbing strokes began to drill her. She arched up to meet me at each plunge of my cock and fairly threatened to break my poor staff in two with her gyrations and contortions. Her insistent cunt worked me like a stud horse and sucked the sperm from me within moments. I had never experienced anything like itand I'm not sure I'd care to again, so frenzied and enervating was the experience.