Anonymous - The Altar of Venus

"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 difficultty, and quickly demonstrate^ the fact that little clitorises are as responsive to an active tongue as big ones., And while Lucille was 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 abandon Lucille suddenly inclined herself forward, and I left 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 lips in an endeavor to obtain sufficient friction to release the pent up tide, but she divided 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, and now you want to see mine, too, eh? Viola! I'll let you look!"

And mounting on the bed, the exhuberant 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 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 mare 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 mastubation, 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 younster had conscientiously lent her little body to every caprice of her hosts, and had well earned whatever recompense awaited her on the morrow.

Returning to where I was still stretched out on the bed Irma stood looking down at me a moment.

"Now see if what I told you isn't true!" she said.

She got upon the couch, and placed herself on knees astride my body. First came the contact of soft hair as she nestled down upon me, then the warm, humid constriction of her genitals as she sank down upon and received the scepter of life between her thighs. Once, trice, thrice I perceived a muscular contraction,, is though something inside was convulsively gripping and

squeezing the sensative gland. Then without conscious volition on my part, the semen was suddenly leaping forth to the grateful pressure. Jet followed jet, while she sat there immoible, her eyes fixed intently on my face. Not until the flood had spent its force was she caught in the current of its contagion. Then, raising and lowering herself on the impaling shaft with frantic energy, she gasped:

"Didn't I, ah! . . . tell you it was, oh! . . . better this way … oh! … oh! . . . o-o-o-oh!"

The fly in the otherwise delicious "ointment" was this: My little Russian sweetheart was a drug addict.

My lack of experience in such things prevented me from recognizing this circumstance during the first week we were together. She was young, possessed of great vitality and as yet her physical health had not been undermined. After I had gotten an inkling of the truth she discontinued all effort to conceal the addiction from me and tried to persuade me to experiment with narcotics, ridiculing my objections. So persistent were her efforts to conceive me that knowing her determined character, I was uneasy. I began to understand her phenominal sexual prowess, and the sudden furious accesses of lubricity Which took possession of her, body and soul, at frequent intervals. I began to fear that I was

permitting myself, unconsciously, to drift into swirling currents which eventually I would find myself incapable of resisting, I enjoyed all these things, but I wished to remian master of my vices and not become subservient to them.

One night we lay in bed examining a collection of naughty pictures among which was one of a woman on her hands and knees receivinjg the emblem of masculine virility in her bottom. Whenever Irma saw anything in pictures which struck her fancy she always wanted to put it into immediate practise. When her eyes lit on this picture, she exclaimed:

"There is something I've always had a temptation to try! And now is as good a time as ever!"

"All right, dear!" I agreed.

She slipped out of bed, got a small jar of pomade and spread some of its contents over my cock. Then, raising her night robe, and adopting the posture shown in the picture which had inspired this idea, she kneeled down, resting on her forearms. Obligingly, I knelt behind her, and placing the head of my cock against her bottom tried to insert it. I could tell from the way she flinched that the pressure hurt her. But she was determined so I continued until I had suceeded in getting the head inside. Palpably the unaccustomed distension of delicate membranes was painful to her, and though she suffered a partial intromission valiantly she made no effort to get it further in. For my part, kneeling there behind her, more interested in her reactions than in my own, I became aware of rhythmical contractions which followed each other at short intervals and which were of sufficient intensity to generate reciprocal echos in my own organism. The repeated muscular contractions about the head of my cock, quite contrary to my own inclinations, were bringing me rapidly to orgasm, and when I finally let go, Irma moaned, squirmed and gasped under the slight friction that I was unable to resist imparting during the fast few moments. When it was over and I had withdrawn my cock she insisted that though painful, the experiment had been productive of exquisite sensations.

As we lay for a while discussing the subject, I jokingly observed that if she wanted it that way she should look for a Turk, or an Arab. I heard that men of these races are formed rather different than Caucasians in that their cocks, though longer, are much more slender. In fact, this condition is referred to by writers as being one reason. for their sodomitic tendencies and their inclination for boys in preference to women for sexual gratification. "Women for babies, boys for pleasure" is an axiom among these men. Due to the peculiarly slender formation of their

cocks, the female organs do not provide enough constriction for maximum pleasure, and when dealing with them for purposes other than pro-creative, they prefer the back door to the one originally intended. It seems odd if the condition is racial as alleged, that Mother Nature did not compensate the unusual proportions of their cocks with corresponding dimensions in the cunts of their females.