by AnonYMous
"Just for this, I'm going to fuck you!"
"You're not going to fuck me!" was the defiant answer.
A tussle began, which, because of the determined resistance of the prospective victim, might indeed have been lost by the French girl, had not her friends, reluctant to be defrauded of the spectacle, come to her assistance. Between them they straddled the protesting one out upon the bed, and held her while the little mademoiselle made good her threat.
"And I was one of the girls that held her legs!" added Irma, laughing at the recollection.
She entertained me with various anecdotes of her experiences with girls and women and seemed amused at my surprise at the ease with which she apparently found females willing to participate in such adventures. When she stated that there was an unlimited supply of them from the age of ten upward, my amazement gave way to incredulity. I could scarcely give credit to the assertion and yet before many hours had passed I was afforded an opportunity to judge for myself. For the following afternoon while driving leisurely about she pointed toward a group of small girls carrying baskets of violets, and smilingly referred to our conversation of the previous evening. Often enough had I observed these pert little youngsters, and had been annoyed more than once by their persistent efforts to sell me flowers, but their extreme youth made it seem to me improbable that, aside from selling violets, they had other professions.
"Do you mean to tell me those little girls…?" I exclaimed incredulously.
"Every last one of them," she replied. "I'll get one to come to the house, if you want me to."
"Get one!"
"All right! Wait till I see one I like!"
Ordering the coachman to circle the block we again approached the same group and as we came alongside of them Irma motioned the driver to stop and leaning from the window she called to one of the youngsters, a bright eyed, piquant faced child of twelve or thirteen. The little girl rushed up to her expectantly, and extended a tray containing a quantity of violets in little bunches. Irma selected one, eyeing the child attentively the meanwhile, and gave her a small coin. Then, removing a card from her purse, she pressed it into the child's hand and whispered:
"Come and see me tonight at seven o'clock, darling!"
The girl glanced quickly at Irma, then at the address on the card, then at me, back again at Irma, nodded her head, and backed away.
"Of course, she'll come," replied Irma dryly.
And, as punctually on the hour though she had been waiting outside for the clock to strike seven before presenting herself, the child was at the door. She wore a fresher dress, and with all the innate and natural coquetry of a born Parisienne, she had made infantile efforts to beautify herself.
Irma took her hand and led her inside.
If she was impressed by the luxurious and exotic surroundings she did not show it although she gazed with interest at the little statues, pictures and paintings with which the room was adorned.
"What is your name, darling?"
"Lucille, at your service, Mademoiselle."
"How old are you, Lucille?"
"Twelve years old, Mademoiselle."
"Who do you live with?"
"With my mama, and my sister."
"How old is your sister?"
"Ten, Mademoiselle."
"Does she sell flowers, too?"
"Yes, Mademoiselle."
"Can you stay all night?"
"Certainement! If you desire, Mademoiselle."
"Very well, Lucille. The first thing we are going to do is take a nice bath in the pool together. Then we'll have dinner and afterward we'll have a fine time. You can sleep here and go home tomorrow."
"As you please, Mademoiselle," was the courteous answer.
Placing an arm about the child, Irma took her to the big bedroom and while I lounged in the doorway, an interested spectator, the two undressed. When Lucille's garments were removed down to her little panties, she glanced uncertainly toward me, but Irma reassured her.
"Never mind him, darling. He's a nice man."
Off came the small garment, and Lucille was naked in the presence of her hosts. Like them, this child was immature. Only the hint of a round swell surmounted with tiny nipples marked the budding breasts. No shadow of hair was visible on the elevated prominence above her little cleft. Here again after many years, I saw another fat lipped, naked little V with its vertical incision and cute little dimple.
Irma herself was now disrobed, and before my sight was a vision in contrasts of female nudity. One in the bold nakedness of childhood, the other in the full bloom of enchanting feminine maturity.
With soap, perfumes, and towels, followed by me, they proceeded to the tiled pool, and soon were immersed in the limped waters. After fifteen or twenty minutes of splashing and laughter, during which Lucille was diplomatically rubbed, scrubbed and sponged, they emerged, and after drying themselves Irma perfumed and powered the child's body, dried her hair and dressed her in a pajama suit which, though large, ws pressed into emergency duty. Then she brushed and arranged Lucille's hair, tying it back with a pink ribbon and finally, with her own toilet accessories, she first powered, then touched up the juvenile cheeks with rouge. With a lipstick she trace a dainty Cupid's bow upon the mouth. The deft touches produced a complete transformation and I could hardly restrain an exclamation of amazement at what water, soap, powder, perfume, lipstick and rouge could do to a ragged youngster.
During dinner I could scarcely take my eyes off of her, so incredible was the transition. She, except for brief replies to our questions, ate in silence. The mother, from what we were able to gather, was or had been a prostitute, Lucille and the younger sister referred to being the fruit of transient amours, fathers unknown. Now they lived entirely upon what revenue was derived from the sale of flowers, and on what "rich ladies" gave Lucille and her little sister.
My curiosity as to what procedure such children followed to please the "rich ladies" was unbounded. After dinner wsa concluded we went into the lounging room and here, after a few minutes, Irma left us, telling me that I might "play" with Lucille, but not to "hurt" her.
As soon as we were alone I took her upon my lap, where she sat passively while I loosened the belt of her pajamas. Slipping a finger between the lips of her cleft, I made discreet exploration. Her maidenhead was intact and technically at least, she was I virgin.
Irma returned, draped in a kimono. She lay down on the big, plush covered sofa and called Lucille to her. The girl lay down by her, clasping her arms about the recumbent form and their lips united in an amorous kiss. From then on Lucille calmly took the initiative. She continued to caress her older companion and finally slipping one of her soft little hands inside the breast of the kimono, she exposed Irma's bubbies, and applied her lips to the nipples of each in turn. With close attention I watched this tender play, while Irma lay still surrendering herself to the child's ministrations. Young as she was, she had acquired, or possibly it had been born in her, a skill and artfulness beyond description. Her caresses were as light and soft as the touch of a feather. While I watched I began to get a better comprehension of certain things which had formerly mystified me.
Like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower, the moist, red lips were being applied first to one, and then to the other of Irma's snowy breasts. I saw the nipples stiffen out, and erect themselves as the provocative caress reacted magically upon them. Lucille clasped her lips over one of them and raised her head. The nipple slipped back with an elastic jerk when released. She moistened the nipples with saliva, then twirled them between her fingertips, until under the tantalizing manipulation, Irma began to twitch and tremble.
Beneath the kimono, which still draped her lower limbs, her thighs slowly separated themselves. As though waiting for some such indication the girl instantly threw the garment open, slipped one of her knees between Irma's thighs, bringing it up in close contact with her cleft. In this position, crouched over the naked body of her friend she hesitated, glancing
toward me as though doubtful as to whether she should proceed.
"Hurry up, darling!" gasped Irma.
CHAPTER 6
Without further hesitation, with a matter fact directness which indicated perfect familiarity with the task in hand, she twisted about on the sofa and the next instant her face was between Irma's legs. With my gaze now on Lucille's bobbing head, then Irma's face as she surrendered her body to the intimate caress, I watched the realization of the act, following every graduation of its effects upon Irma in her facial expressions. When I saw her hands suddenly dart to Lucille's head and perceived in her eyes that intent strained look which precedes orgasm I wsa almost on the verge of spontaneous ejaculation myself. When the tensed thighs relaxed their pressure upon the child's face and the hands withdrew from her head she sat up, reached for a towel and wiped off her lips. Irma lay with her head thrown back and eyes closed for a few moments and then with a languid movement drew the kimono about her naked legs. With a sly glance toward me she placed an arm about Lucille and drew her face down, whispering something in her ear.
Lucille slipped off the sofa and approached me. Before I had time to guess her intent, she stripped open the front of my trousers, withdrew my cock and standing between my knees, began to masturbate me. As the tide rose in response to her soft manipulation I made no effort to restrain it and, sensing the impending crises, she cupped one hand over the head, and with the other slowly drew out the semen. It spurted into her hand, trickling between her fingers and then, with professional seriousness, performed a like service for me.
"She's a perfect jewel, isn't she?" said Irma, her eyes on me, a quizzical smile on her lips.
"She's a treasure!" I agreed fervently. "I'd like to adopt her permanently."
"Well, we'll keep her here tonight anyway. I want another session or two with her yet tonight myself," responded Irma.
We lounged there for an hour talking, joking sipping burgundy while Lucille, over her first feeling of restraint, entertained us with accounts of her adventures with "rich ladies." We induced her to remove her pajamas and show us some of the positions and methods she was familiar with.
"Doesn't doing such things make you feel funny down here?" I asked, placing my hand over her little cunt.
"Certainement! Sometimes the ladies do it to me, too!"
"Ah! How do they do it, darling?"
"Voila! With their tongues! With their fingers!"
"Does it feel nice?"
"Yes! It feels good down there, and all down inside my legs! Sometimes I do it to myself, too!"
"Show us how, darling!"
"With my finger! Like this…!" Suiting action to word, she pushed away the hand with which I was caressing her, spread her legs apart and placed the tip of a little forefinger on her clitoris, rubbing it with a circular motion.
She realized the exhibition with such an entire lack of self-consciousness, and in such a natural, matter of fact way, that Irma and I were both convulsed with laughter.
"Come on; let's all go to bed. You can show us some more there," exclaimed Irma when we had recovered our composure.
Carrying Lucille in my arms, I followed Irma to the bedroom. They proceeded to make themselves comfortable on the big bed where I joined them as soon as I had undressed.
Despite the outlet to my passion which Lucille's slim little fingers had afforded but a short hour previously, the sight and contact of the two naked females soon restored my virility and wakened new temptation. I pressed up against Irma but when she felt my cock touch her bare flesh she jerked away.
"The way you are now," she exclaimed, "you'll go off before you've had it inside half a minute and I don't want you to. You've got to hold yourself. The way I feel tonight, I want a good long one, two or three hours, anyway!"
"But Irma, dear, I'll hold back as long as I can!"
"If you'd do like I tell you, you could hold back still longer and it would feel twice as good. But you won't do it, you wait just so long and then you let go!"
"But sometimes I can't keep from it!"
"That's just imagination. You don't try. If you'd stop moving it at the right time and be still you could be with a hard-on all night, and we'd have lots more fun."
"Yes, but when I get to a certain point I can't help but move it!"
"I'll fix it so you won't move it!" she exclaimed suddenly.
Jumping from the bed, she ran out of the room, to return a moment later with some twisted silk ropes she had pulled from a set of portieres in the drawing room.
"What are you going to do with those?"
"I'm going to tie you up with them."
"Tie me up?"
"Yes! Tie you up!"
"Go ahead!" I replied, much amused.
She pushed my down on the bed; obediently, I extended my arms and legs. First, she knotted the silk cord around one of my wrists and tied it to one of the corner posts of the heavy bedstead, repeating the process on the opposite side with my other wrist. Then she fastened my ankles in a similar fashion to the foot of the bed. When she had finished the job to her satisfaction, I found myself spread-eagled out in a position far from dignified but I consoled myself with the reflection that a good stout jerk would break the cords and release me at any desire moment. For the present I was content to let her go ahead with her play.
She surveyed her handiwork speculatively for a moment, and then began to laugh.
"Now I've got you just the way I want you, and this time, when you start squirting it will be when I want you to!"
During the tying-up process my cock had wilted, and now, pointing at it she addressed Lucille who up this moment had stood by, an interested spectator, only.
"Make the lazy thing stand up, darling!"
Sitting down on the edge of the bed near me, Lucille extended her hand and her fingers closed around the object referred to. A few movements of her wrist sufficed to restore its rigidity whereupon Irma, to my disgust, halted the pleasant manipulation. Accommodating herself on the opposite side of the bed, she began to discourse the advantages of self-control, and the art of prolonging erotic pleasures, punctuating her remarks at intervals by reaching over and pumping my cock. It was a tantalizing situation in which I found myself – straddled out on my back, arms and legs tightly secured, my cock pointing toward the ceiling and throbbing impotently under the provocations of the two females, who took turns in toying and teasing it.
But this was nothing in comparison to with what was yet to come.
At Irma's suggestion Lucille got up on the bed and seated herself astride my chest, her knees doubled under her on either side of me and her cleft within a few inches of my face. The sight of this tempting morsel so close to my lips, the feel of her bottom on my chest and the pressure of her thighs combined to aggravate my condition.
"Now you can pay her back for what she did to me!" insinuated Irma.
More than willing, I raised my head, Lucille edged up closer, and in a few seconds my tongue was between the two little naked converging lips. I located a tiny clitoris without difficulty, and quickly demonstrated the fact that little clitorises are as responsive to an active tongue as big ones. And while Lucille ws twitching and quivering with her genitals planted firmly over my mouth, Irma intermittenly pumped my cock, working it vigorously for a few seconds, then releasing it to throb helplessly in solitary abandonment. Lucille suddenly inclined herself forward, and I felt her thighs clenching themselves tightly about me. She clung to me rigidly for a moment and then jerked away. She had received her compensation.
The taste and humidity of her genitals remained on my lips, augmenting my own excitation. Irma's hand was clasped about my cock, but she was not moving it. I raised my hips in an endeavor to obtain sufficient friction to release the pent up tide, but she divined the purpose, laughed, and withdrew her hand. Hungrily, my eyes devoured the lascivious spectacle of her nudity, and as they rested inevitably upon the most intimate of her charms, she murmured teasingly:
"You've
seen hers, now you want to see mine, too, eh? Voila! I'll let you look!"
And mounting on the bed, the exuberant Russian placed herself on her hands and knees directly over my face. With all the desperation of Tantalus, grasping for water just beyond his reach, I strained my neck in an effort to reach her cunt with my tongue.
"Ha!" she exclaimed. "You're not satisfied with seeing it! Now you want to lick it! Well, lick it, then!"
And she sat down on my chest, as Lucille had done. And, as I had done with Lucille I did with her. I licked and sucked until she too had orgasm, and bathed my lips and cheeks with her offering to Venus.
This was the final straw and I decided that it was time for me to get a little satisfaction for myself. I pulled tentatively at the cords and when they failed to give I jerked at them with all my strength. To my surprise I was unable to break them and after a few more efforts while Irma and Lucille looked on laughing I discovered that I was trussed up far more efficiently than I had first imagined.
Irma assured me that she didn't propose to free me for "hours and hours yet" and that I might as well make up my mind to stand it.
In part, she made good her threat, and during two solid hours, or more, I was subjected to such tantalizing manipulations and treated to such spectacles as nearly set me frantic. While I lay there alternately swearing and coaxing, she and Lucille diverted themselves in my sight by running the gamut from Lesbian and Sapphic embraces to mutual masturbation, pausing between whiles to sit on the edge of the couch, and tease me with naughty words and actions. About twelve o'clock, it became apparent that Lucille was exhausted, and Irma considerately carried her to an adjoining room, making her comfortable for the night. The youngster had conscientiously lent her little body to every caprice of her hosts, and had well earned whatever recompense awaited her on the morrow.
Returning t where I was still stretched out on the bed Irma stood looking down at me a moment.