Anonymous - The Altar of Venus

Like a humming bird 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 little 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 kimona, 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.

Without further hesitation with a matter of 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 Luiclle's bobbing head, then on 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 proceeds orgasm I was almost on the verge of spon-taneaus 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 lanquished movement drew the kimona 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 sending the impending crisis, she cupped one hand over the head, and the other slowly drew out the semen. It spurted into her hand, tricking between her fingers in milky jets. When it was all out she wiped her fingers and then with professional seriousness, performed a like service for me.

"She's a perfect little 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 and sipping burgundy while Lucille, over her first feeling of restraint, entertained us with accounts of her adventures with u 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.

"Certainment! Sometimes the ladies do it to me, too!"

"Ah! How do they do it, darling?"

"Viola! 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, 1 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 you so you won't move it!" she exclaimed suddenly.

Jumping- from the bed, she ran out in 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 me 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 gooii stout jerk would break the cords and release me at any desired 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 to 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 on 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, my arms and legs tightly secured, my cock pointing toward the ceiling and throbbing im-potently under the provocations of the "two females, who vtook turns in toying and teasing it.

But this was nothing in comparison 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.