anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"Then Helene directed the four girls who had been sucking Angele's and Isabelle's teats to take their places on the couches, a couple on each, in the position of sixty-nine that I told you about last night. Angele and Isabelle took no further part yet, neither did the others, but Helene, in company with the girl who had already been playing, performed a duet on the piano, and while they were doing this, Cecile sat on the floor between the two stools and, putting her hands between their thighs, tickled the clitoris of each at the same time. I walked across to watch them, and it was awfully funny to see the expression on their faces as they strove to fix their attention on the music in spite of the distracting effects of Cecile's fingers; although they did their best, they were unable to avoid a false note now and again, while, when at last the pangs of delight began to rack their bodies, they lost control of themselves altogether, and the tuneful bars of the duet ran off into a discord of loud jangling noise, as they rocked to and fro on their seats and their brimming cunts gave down a copious shower of warm liquid. After witnessing this finale, I returned to the couples on the couches, who had meanwhile been tongueing each other with great zest. They were in the deep throes of the keenest pleasure, wrestling with each other in a heated embrace, their faces buried between one another's thighs, and I could see that the engagement had already had its effects, for a white froth besprinkled their hairs, and the overflowing semen which had escaped their mouths was running in tiny rivulets down their legs.

"By this time, as you may think, I was so hot myself that I hardly knew how to bear up, and my cock, which was standing up as straight as a poker, had got entangled in the folds of my petticoats and made me feel so uncomfortable that I couldn't walk properly, but was forced to stoop a little forward in order to gain some slight ease. 'This will never do,' I thought, 'I shall attract attention,' and I steered my course to the nearest seat. Another source of trouble was that I didn't know how to alleviate the discomfort I was experiencing. If I had had my ordinary clothes on, I should have been all right, as it would have been the easiest thing in the world to dive my hand in my pocket and arrange myself to my content; but with those beastly skirts I was altogether at sea. The only possible way, that I could see, for me to manage, was to put my hand up underneath my skirt; but there were too many prying eyes about for me to venture upon this, as I didn't know how the action might be construed. They would probably think that I wanted to relieve the sensations in my cunt, and if they saw me appear to touch it they might insist upon my joining in their pastime, in spite of the arrangement that had already been come to in my regard.

"I was debating whether I couldn't screen myself behind a table or something of that kind, when Isabelle came to sit by my side, having apparently now recovered her usual form. After a few casual remarks, she leaned towards me and whispered, 'Do just let me give you a little tickle-only one, Elise!' and attempted to slip her hand under my clothes; but I quietly stopped her action, and with a ready promptness with which I surprised myself, replied, 'Not now, Isabelle. Two days ago I couldn't stop from doing it myself when I was hearing vespers at Saint Eustache, and I was so horrified afterwards at my conduct that I vowed to the Virgin that I would not do it again for a whole fortnight. I am sure you wouldn't like to make me break a promise of that kind.' 'Oh! my dear; of course not;' she returned piously, and withdrew her hand, while I blessed my readiness in again escaping from an awkward position.

"After what was considered a sufficient pause, Helene cried, 'It is now the turn of Yvonne. You all know that she has come here tonight for the purpose of sacrificing her virginity. To you Cecile, I assign the task. You can prepare at once.'

"While I was wondering what the new item was to be, the girl addressed as Yvonne, a delicate-looking, golden-haired creature, who appeared to be rather younger than the others, Came forward and placed herself on one of the divans, while the others gathered round her; and I took advantage of the confusion to make myself comfortable by smoothing my cock beneath my petticoats. The next thing I noticed was that Cecile had fetched a leather case, which she opened and from which she took an instrument covered in cream-coloured velvet and shaped like a man's member, with two balls hanging underneath, and the whole attached to a stout belt. I went up to her in order to examine this better, and she told me, with a smile, 'This is what we call a godmiche or dildo with which we can manufacture an artificial man, almost like the real thing, and not nearly so troublesome, eh, Helene? Poor Elise looks surprised, doesn't she? I am sure she has never seen anything of the kind before,' and she looked archly at me as she spoke. Some warm milk was brought and poured into the balls, which were of india-rubber, and when this was done Cecile arrayed herself in the belt, which, when it was on, gave her the appearance of what is called a hermaphrodite-that is, you know, a creature half-man and half-woman. As soon as she was ready, she advanced on Yvonne and placed herself on top of her, Helene guiding the end of the dildo towards the glowing entrance of Yvonne's cunt. As it glided in, Yvonne laughed nervously, and appeared to be in great suspense. Cecile waited for an instant, and then sank down with all her weight on the girl below. The latter rolled her eyes in her head and gave a shriek of pain as the instrument penetrated right into her, but after this first shock she made no further sign of distress, and Cecile commenced to thrust quickly backwards and forwards just as a man might do. I got as close as possible, in order to watch the novel operation, and I could see by Yvonne's face that all her thoughts had now given way to pleasure, and she twined her legs round Cecile as the last-named continued her pushes. The end soon came, and as Yvonne cried out that she was spending, Cecile quickly seized the balls and squeezed them, sending the hot milk they contained into the younger woman's belly; Yvonne seemed as if she were almost dying with the tremendous delight, but she held Cecile so tightly that the latter could not disengage herself. When she did eventually, she drew out the dildo, dripping with mingled spunk and milk, and as Helene saw me looking on open-eyed, she said, 'This is quite new to you, Elise, isn't it? You see how we can dispense with men. No man can give such a big and strong discharge as can this little instrument. I hope you will give us a chance of proving that to you someday.' I smiled, inwardly amused at the unlikeliness of the probability.

"Helene did not stay to embarrass me with further conversation, but turned to Cecile, saying, 'Come, my dear! I cannot wait any longer. You must let me ride you a la St George.' Cecile offered no protest, and as soon as, the dildo had been cleansed and charged again with milk, she lay on her back, looking rather funny with the big white thing sticking up from her thighs, and Helene quickly mounted on the divan, facing the other and squatting down over her so as to bring her quivering, bushy cunt immediately above the dildo. When she had got into the requisite posture, she sank lower, letting the dildo enter the lips of her grotto, and gradually pressed down until it was engulfed to the root. Then she began to rise and fall, to obtain the necessary amount of friction, and while she was doing this, Isabelle inserted a finger into Cecile's cunt and proceeded to rub the inner surface with a quick motion. Helene looked a full-blooded woman, abounding with lustfulness, and I was not surprised when in a very few minutes she gave a quick signal to Isabelle, who at once squeezed one of the balls with all her force, and Helene quivered as the stuff shot up into her with the force of a jet from a hand-pump, while her own hot liquor poured down in a torrent over the dildo and spread in streams on Cecile's belly. She did not cease her movements, however, but on the contrary, they became more rapid, and it was not until she had discharged twice more, and all the milk had been squirted into her, that she at length made up her mind to get off. Cecile, too, had come plentifully, and, as soon as Helene gave her the opportunity, Isabelle bent down and licked up with much enjoyment the thick abundance of spunk that coated her thighs and still welled out of her palpitating cunt.