I took a towel and started to dry off his sopping wet love arrow. I noticed that it had lost some of its attractive hardness, but it was still pretty big and I was convinced with the proper treatment I could make it stand up all over again. My experience told me that this was one of those men who had a considerable power of quick recuperation. And that pleased me enormously since it was the sole reason of my being in a place like this; to find a dong capable of performing something extra special...
Even while I was still playing around with the half rod, it started to get a new erection and when I suddenly decided to take the whole machine into my mouth it took a few moments before it was as hard and stiff as it had been when Mimile came into my room a short while ago. It was a fantastic experience to feel how the man completely filled my mouth. Even though it was difficult, I succeeded to play around with the heavy knob and lick it with my tongue, causing it to throb excitedly and make Mimile cry out: 'You are driving me wild - come on, let's make another round, I've got to come once more... let me... I have to lay you... you've got a... I have to... you... I've got to put it into your cunt quickly...'
There was nothing I wanted more. But the moment Mimile wanted to pin me down again, I rolled away under him. 'No, not this way... wait a moment... I want to get fucked from behind!'
I loved this particular position. Besides, I knew that my behind a work of art in itself - firm and round - fired every man whom I honoured this way to his greatest performance. The strength and intensity of the pushes received in this position had convinced me completely of this.
It is fantastic to stick your behind freely up in the air and take in a prick slowly between your legs. So I pushed myself back and felt his hard lance shove into my hole. Almost immediately Mimile started to hump thoroughly and the speed was, at least for the beginning, quite satisfactory. Slowly he pushed deeper into my body and I felt the instrument of my partner filling out my entire womb. Mimile worked without stopping. He banged with renewed vigour against my buttocks and grabbed alternately one or the other of my full, dangling breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could. Our bodies welded together in a beautiful curve: the knees of the man nestled themselves into the back of my knees and his muscular chest pressed against my back. The big mirror next to my bed reflected our picture - I looked at it and was thrilled by what I saw. It never tired me to watch the frolicking of the two bodies working together in the act.
Throughout my life I have always had a weakness for mirrors. And especially whenever the mirror shows me a second couple busy with what is most important and most pleasant: a good screwing... Is it not far more pleasant to know that there is another couple busy with the same intimate occupation right next to you? Ah, even the mute couple in the mirror caused extra excitement; if it were only possible to see those parts in action which one feels, but it is so difficult to take a good look when the straining bodies start their voluptuous convulsions.
Mimile was not entirely disinterested in these same impressions; be turned around to look in the mirror at my beautifully rounded backside - and I made it even easier for him by turning slightly sideways - to convince himself optically that I returned every one of his jolts with one of my own.
'Are you very horny, Mimile?' I asked him, so that I could enjoy the pleasures of sound as well as those of touch and sight. 'Do you like my backside - yes? ...I love to be fucked from behind... so very, very much... just push a little harder... I can stand it... ah, that feels good - that feels terribly good...! Just go deeper if you can, Mimile - aaaah... aaaah! You've got to come here more often... always... ask... for... me... I want to feel your prick - every day - deep inside me...'
Mimile banged with all his force against my ass. 'Just you wait, I'll screw you so hard that you won't know whether you're coming or going... you horny bitch... you would love to have a prick like mine in you all the time wouldn't you... It's all right with me... I'm gonna give it to you good, baby... you can have it any time you want to as long as you behave yourself... I'll fuck, you all night... I - you - you...'
With these words, which had not failed to have their desired effect upon me and which made me enjoy the entire situation even more, the unfortunately independent human nature demanded its due - Mimile squirted his second load into my thirsty innards and pulled out without saying another word.
'But Mimile, please, don't do that... I haven't come yet...' I protested. 'Come on, quickly, put it back again...!
'Aaaaah, that was fantastic my little Lolotte - dammit, I haven't enjoyed myself so much in quite a long time... What? You didn't come...?' Mimile was quite surprised, and at the same time very flattered that the inmate of a 'house' was begging him explicitly to be satisfied once more by him. That had never before happened to him!
'You'll have more chances during the remainder of the night, little one... I'm sure you'll come at least once more,' he tried to reassure me condescendingly.
'That's quite possible, but I want you to screw me, Mimile!' I had not yet given up hope.
'Well, you know I would love to - but look at it, you can see for yourself that I couldn't possibly bring it up!' and he looked down upon his rather droopy instrument with which we had made such beautiful music together.
'Bah, there is nothing wrong with it. It just needs a little extra excitement. Just wait, I have something for the gentleman which is guaranteed to put him in the proper mood again - yes, my dear Mimile, I have a weakness for you!' I really had a fantastic idea.
'I like you very much, too, Lolotte, and as far as I am concerned I'd never say "no", but I am afraid that for tonight...'
I did not listen to him. I went to the door, opened it slightly and called, 'Madam, could you please send Vivienne up to my room?'
And when I turned back to Mimile and saw• his questioning expression, I explained what I had in mind. 'You will like her, little Vivienne is my younger sister, and her type is the absolute opposite of mine - if that does not excite you my darling...'
Mimile perked up his ears. 'Your sister? Really? That's fantastic... and you both work in the same cathouse?'
I noticed that my little improvisation had the desired effect. At the same time Vivienne entered. I liked her best of all my colleagues and the two of us were quite intimate together. She was quite often my partner whenever one of the clients desired to cavort with 'two ladies at the same time', or when two couples had to be formed.
'Vivienne, may I introduced to you Mr Mimile - well, what do you say, dear friend, do you like my little sister, isn't she a real doll?' Unquestionably Vivienne's charms were very enticing; she was of medium size, very soft and she was a blonde, the particular silvery blonde hair which one only finds in the northern parts of France and in Belgium. Her eyes were large and blue like forget-me-nots. Her most visible charms were very pointed, not at all small breasts, which formed a piquant contrast to her otherwise frail figure; they bobbed up and down with every step. She forced them a little bit to do so, but the overall effect was so incredibly charming that one could easily forgive her this little mannerism. Even though she was already nineteen years old, she did not look a day over sixteen and, for this age an incredibly oversized bosom added extra spice which the real connoisseurs in our establishment considered a first-class titbit.
'Well, my dear Mister Mimile, so you are a little lecher, one of those people who can't get their fill with only one woman,' and Vivienne leaned against the big man, who put one arm around each of us, and looked with lustfully burning eyes from Vivienne to me and back. Mimile seemed to be content, but I had only one desire, and that was to speed up the proceedings.
'Take off your chemise Vivienne, and show the gentleman what you can do. I am sure that Mimile will show you in return the full impact of his virility - one favour is worth another,' I urged my little girl friend on. Now the three of us were sitting on the wide bed.
'Listen, Mimile, I will take your little brother into my mouth again and meanwhile you and Vivienne can start to get to kn
ow each other a little better; but when I have made him ready then you have to promise me to stick him in again!' Said and done. The dangling thing already showed signs of getting up again. And, when I took it between my lips and at first very softly, almost superficially, then a little bit stronger and finally truly energetically started to suck on it, his erection began much quicker than I had hoped for. It stood up proud and stiff, with a hardness that promised fulfilment of my wildest desires. I would lie if I were to claim that I did not get pleasure out of trying to drive this huge cock into my gullet; however, I was afraid that Mimile would come too soon again, otherwise I would have played around with it much longer. And I was also very excited to notice the quivers that ran through Mimile's athletic body because of the unexpected pleasures and exciting new tricks that Vivienne played on him - aah, I knew them too, too well. My eyes burned passionately when I looked at those two. She pressed one of her pointed breasts into his face, at the same time Mimile was using one hand to fumble around with her firm buttocks and the other to squeeze her free breast. Then she started, because she knew full well what a greatly desired plaything her big bosom was, to put first one and then the other breast into his mouth, enticing him to suck the full, red and very hard nipples.
At the same moment I let the now hard and throbbing snake slide out of my mouth and decided that now my time had come!
I shoved Vivienne aside and straddled Mimile's big body. I took his big heavy prick in both hands and put it in position upon my crotch. As if he had waited for that signal, the sudden bucking of the man under me caused his magnificent arrow to pierce deeply into my waiting hole.
Vivienne knew exactly what I expected her to do. She threw her full weight upon Mimile's chest, pressing him down upon the bed in such a way that only his loins could move. He obliged with full force because the moistened crotch of Vivienne rested upon his lips and his wildly swinging hands had taken firm hold of my pulsating breasts. The combination of these feelings brought in me a complete frenzy. He no longer pushed against my down-pressing belly but raced up and down as if he were whipped by electrical jolts, quickly and regularly, driving his dong deeper and deeper into my sopping, longing cunt. Vivienne was rubbing her behind across his chest and I could clearly hear the smacking of Mimile's lips as he was trying to crawl around with his tongue in Vivienne's moistened hole. I tried to put off my climax as long as I could, but I was no longer master of my nerves and was unable to dam the flood that ran through me - it kept going on and on, releasing the sweetest feelings which pushed me three, no four times into seventh heaven... The other two also were reaching their climax. Vivienne's body stretched momentarily like a steel spring, floated away from Mimile's lips, stayed up in the air for just a second and collapsed, a small frail bundle of weakened flesh, resembling the fainted body of a very young girl. Our mutual partner bucked up high for the last time, releasing an enormous load of jism against my diaphragm and also collapsed. Without moving, the powerful body under me lay there like a dead lump.
This was one of those nights in which I got my money's worth at the house of Madam Desiree...
Teleny
Are we not born with a leaden cowl - namely, this Mosaic religion of ours, improved upon by Christ's mystic precepts, and rendered impossible, perfect, by Protestant hypocrisy; for if a man commit adultery with a woman every time he looks at her, did I not commit sodomy with Teleny every time I saw him or even thought of him?
There were moments however when, nature being stronger than prejudice, I should right willingly have given up my soul to perdition - nay, yielded my body to suffer in eternal hell-fire - if in the meanwhile I could have fled somewhere on the confines of this earth, on some lonely island, where in perfect nakedness I could have lived for some years in deadly sin with him, feasting upon his fascinating beauty.
Still I resolved to keep aloof from him, to be his motive power, his guiding spirit, to make of him a great, a famous, artist. As for the file of lewdness burning within me - well, if I could not extinguish it, I could at least subdue it.
I suffered. My thoughts, night and day, were with him.
My brain was always aglow; my blood was overheated; my body ever shivering with excitement. I daily read all the newspapers to see what they said about him; and whenever his name met my eyes the paper shook in my trembling hands. If my mother or anybody else mentioned his name I blushed and then grew pale.
I remember what a shock of pleasure, not unmingled with jealousy, I felt, when for the first time I saw his likeness in a window amongst those of other celebrities. I went and bought it at once, not simply to treasure and dote upon it, but also that other people might not look at it.
—What! you were so very jealous?
—Foolishly so. Unseen and at a distance I used to follow him about, after every concert he played.
Usually he was alone. Once, however, I saw him enter a cab waiting at the back door of the theatre. It had seemed to me as if someone else was within the vehicle - a woman, if I had not been mistaken. I hailed another cab, and followed them. Their carriage stopped at Teleny's house. I at once bade my Jehu do the same.
I saw Teleny alight. As he did so, he offered his hand to a lady, thickly veiled, who tripped out of the carriage and darted into the open doorway. The cab then went off.
I bade my driver wait there the whole night. At dawn the carriage of the evening before came and stopped. My driver looked up. A few minutes afterwards the door was again opened. The lady hurried out, was handed into her carriage by her lover. I followed her, and stopped where she alighted.
A few days afterwards I knew whom she was.
—And who was she?
—A lady of an unblemished reputation with whom Teleny had played some duets.
In the cab, that night, my mind was so intently upon Teleny that my inward self seemed to disintegrate itself from my body and to follow like his own shadow the man I loved. I unconsciously threw myself into a kind trance and I had a most vivid hallucination, which, strange as it might appear, coincided with all that my friend did and felt.
For instance, as soon as the door was shut behind them, the lady caught Teleny in her arms, and gave him a long kiss. Their embrace would have lasted several seconds more, had Teleny not lost his breath.
You smile; yes, I suppose you yourself are aware how easily people lose their breath in kissing, when the lips do not feel that blissful intoxicating lust in all its intensity. She would have given him another kiss, but Teleny whispered to her: 'Let us go up to my room; there we shall be far safer than here.'
Soon they were in his apartment.
She looked timidly around, and seeing herself in that young man's room alone with him, she blushed and seemed thoroughly ashamed of herself.
'Oh! René,' said she, 'what must you think of me?'
'That you love me dearly,' quoth he, 'do you not?'
'Yes, indeed; not wisely, but too well.'
Thereupon, taking off her wrappers, she rushed up and clasped her lover in her arms, showering her warm kisses on his head, his eyes, his cheeks and then upon his mouth. That mouth I so longed to kiss!
With lips pressed together, she remained for some time inhaling his breath, and - almost frightened at her boldness - she touched his lips with the tip of her tongue. Then, taking courage, soon afterwards she slipped it in his mouth, and then after a while, she thrust it in and out, as if she were enticing him to try the act of nature by it; she was so convulsed with lust by this kiss that she had to clasp herself not to fall, for the blood was rushing to her head, and her knees were almost giving way beneath her. At last, taking his right hand, after squeezing it hesitatingly for a moment, she placed it within her breasts, giving him her nipple to pinch, and as he did so, the pleasure she felt was so great that she was swooning away for joy.
'Oh, Teleny!' said she; 'I can't! I can't any more.' And she rubbed herself as strongly as she could against him, protruding her middle parts against his.
—An
d Teleny?
—Well, jealous as I was, I could not help feeling how different his manner was now from the rapturous way with which he had clung to me that evening, when he had taken the bunch of heliotrope from his buttonhole and had put it in mine.
He accepted rather than returned her caresses. Anyhow, she seemed pleased, for she thought him shy.
She was now hanging on him. One of her arms was clasped around his waist, the other one around his neck. Her dainty, tapering bejewelled fingers were playing with his curly hair, and paddling his neck.
He was squeezing her breasts, and, as I said before, slightly fingering her nipples.
She gazed deep into his eyes, and then sighed.
'You do not love me,' at last she said. 'I can see it in your eyes. You are not thinking of me, but of somebody else.'
And it was true. At that moment he was thinking of me - fondly, longingly; and then, as he did so, he got more excited, and he caught her in his arms, and hugged and kissed her with far more eagerness than he had hitherto done - nay, he began to suck her tongue as if it had been mine, and then began to thrust his own into her mouth.
After a few moments of rapture she, this time, stopped to take a breath.
'Yes, I am wrong. You love me. I see it now. You do not despise me because I am here, do you?'
'Ah! if you could only read in my heart, and see how madly I love you, darling!'
And she looked at him with longing, passionate eyes.
'Still you think me light, don't you? I am an adulteress!'
And thereupon she shuddered, and hid her face in her hands.
He looked at her for a moment pitifully, then he took down her hands gently, and kissed her.
'You do not know how I have tried to resist you, but I could not. I am on fire. My blood is no longer blood, but some burning love-philtre. I cannot help myself,' said she, lifting up her head defiantly as if she were facing the whole world, 'here I am, do with me what you like, only tell me that you love me, that you love no other woman but me, swear it.'
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