George Baccus - The Confessions of Nemesis Hunt

"Till then Serge had been fucking in the ordinary manner but now he changed. Calling for a pile of cushions, he lay back on them in a semi-sitting position and as each girl was presented he sat her, or rather screwed her onto his prick, and moving the girl up and down with his powerful hands, literally tossed himself off with her. He seemed to be possessed of tremendous strength.

"He sipped champagne between each girl but did not rise. Even when he wanted to make water, a servant brought a vessel and held it for him.

"All artifices were used to procure new erections; birches were even used, and the ex-victims sucked their cock and licked their hair, ears and eyes, all over their body, their balls, and little tongues took turns in darting up an arse; they pissed little streams over the bodies. Finally there remained only three girls. There were only the two men, who agreed to take a fifteen minutes' rest, but at the end of that time, neither were properly stiff despite unflagging attempts on our parts. They had their bodies sponged clean and both men offered the girls large sums should they win, and the little devils, randy to the bursting point, with the vice they had seen, wriggled.

"'I'll be buggered if I lose,' shouted Ivan.

"That's a bet then,' replied Serge. 'If I win, I will bugger you."

"'A hundred you can't get into him and spend,' cried one of the society women present, a Duchess.

"'That's a bet then,' answered Serge. 'If I win, I will bugger him and fuck you, too, afterwards, Duchess.'

"The old Duchess reddened. It was a long time since a well-favoured young man had suggested such a thing. She only had boys and soldiers whom she paid.

"A smothered cry from the girl, Ivan's cock slipped in and blood trickled onto my hands. He had the maidenhead first, but could he spend? The tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks but she worked bravely in unison with him.

"At the same moment Serge with a great thrust, brought the blood from his girl but he did not spend either until Olga pressed her red lips to his and said, 'Think of me, George darling,' and suddenly his still erect cock bubbling with sperm, burst. He had won.

"The final fuck was a matter of form. Fortified by caviar, champagne, pate de fois gras, and champagne, he fucked the last one easily and quickly.

"He marshalled the twenty-four little victims who carried his card on their ribbons, kissed them all and sent them off to the stewardess to get money and clothes, all save the pretty darling whom he intended to keep, and the performance was closed, as far as the children were concerned.

"The house party remained and for an hour bawdy conversation dealing principally with what was going to happen to Ivan and the Duchess prevailed.

"At last Serge declared himself ready. He did not need any frigging. He had not done such a thing since the old days in the military school, he said. Ivan the giant blushed like a girl, as we placed him in a position. No ointment was needed, I licked his arsehole first, then placing my fingers in my dripping cunt, anointed his hole with spend. Olga licked and spat on Serge's cock. It was iron stiff and greasy but it did not go in without a struggle. It hurt poor Ivan at first but once in, he seemed, from the quivering of his body, to like it, and gradually his cock stiffened. Quick as lightning, Olga flung herself underneath him, guided his cock in her, flung her lively legs round both their bodies, for Serge was bending over Ivan, and fucked voluptuously. The culmination was mutual and the three bodies collapsed limply together, poor Olga nearly crushed by the weight of the two heavy men.

"'Now, for Madame la Duchesse!' was the general shout, as Serge withdrew his dripping cock.

"Serge needed no rest, he seemed endowed with new life. The wicked old Duchess lay down on a couch, a little wine was given her as jumping powder, and into her went Serge. It was a long randy fuck, both mutually enjoying it, especially the Duchess, who screamed with delight when the final spasm came and Serge, covering her old face still retaining some of her world famous beauty, with kisses, slowly withdrew.

"And now a regular orgy set in, the five men set apart for the Duchess, religiously did their duty, but the other ten fell upon the remaining four women and the child who was still there. I know I was fucked four times by whom I wasn't quite sure, out I was content to take whatever prick came handy.

"It was a riot of the flesh for days afterwards, I could feel in imagination the touch of legs between mine, the pressure of lips on mine, the grip of arms and pressure of hard cocks into my cunt.

"Most of us fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

When I awoke the full day was throwing shafts of light through the chinks of the shutters. By my side lay a naked man, his hand still affectionately laid on my stomach. All round were naked forms, nearly all sleeping. I saw Serge in the arms of his little girl.

"Ivan slept heavily with Olga's naked body thrown across him. One of the men was at the table drinking and smoking, and the Duchess was drinking and writing letters-marvellous old woman.

"It struck cold and I struggled to my feet. Presently the majority of the guests awoke and rather shamefacedly we made to our bedrooms, leaving the clothing to be fetched by the servants. Luckily, they were used to such orgies in the chateau.

"I kept my room for three days, only going to the windows to see the deflowered children drive to their homes. I gathered afterwards that it cost Serge a good bit-some special dispensation was obtained, however. It was a memory!"

You may be sure that little Nemmy had drunk this story with avidity. As it came to an end, I sank back on the pillow with a gasp.

"Oh, I wish I had been there!" I said.

"Will you come with me to my kingdom, then?"

"Perhaps, some day." When it came to the actual promising, I felt a little nervous.

His Highness laughed. "She tells the story well, la belle Madame, n'est ce pas?"

I admitted that she certainly did.

"Well, Madame, we perish of hunger, will you attend? Let us have it here, I am too faint to rise yet." Madame disappeared after kissing me voluptuously; her story had made her naughty.

Lunch made its appearance at once, brought by Madame on a dainty tray.

His Highness would not allow me to put anything on and we were both stark naked when she came in. We sipped and nibbled.

At last he finished, and to my surprise, got up from the bed and walked naked, his penis rampant, across to the table where the champagne bottle was.

"Serge," cried Madame, "but you are marvellously fit this morning."

"It is what you have brought me that has done it," he answered, and coming to the bedside he flung off the clothes and showing me all bare, pressed a hot kiss to my cunt.

As I lay there quivering, all on fire for filth, Madame toyed with me, her dexterous fingers running all over my body.

His Highness pulled her from me, and dragging off her bodice from her, exposed too, her naked breasts, not such a good sight as mine but very tempting. She flung herself on the bed by my side and grappled me; the contact of her warm flesh sent flames of desire all through me. The Prince came back to the bed and between them they rolled me from side to side, kissing me everywhere, licking my flesh. I think that Madame thrust her tongue further down my cunt than any one ever had before.

It was glorious; I panted for lust; my hands flew over their bodies, now gripping his throbbing cock now dipping into her sweltering cunt. His Highness pressed my ringers together and pushed my hand into her cunt, then licked the moisture from it. Occasionally a drop appeared at the end of his penis, which I kissed away, but he would delay the fuck. For myself, I could scarcely count the number of times I had spent; the moisture was streaming down my legs, and Madame was in a like plight. At last he freed himself from me. "Put the cushions under her!" he said huskily to Madame.