“I think, what's the harm, I might as well do it, a little, anyway. So I come back to the bed and lie down on my back, like this, with my knees up and kind of apart, and pull my dress up out of the way.
“Then I put my hand down like this, with my two fingers, oh, ha, ha, ha, and shut my eyes, and, ha, ha, ha, rub this little, hard thing, kind of slow and easy, with just the tips of my fingers, and it feels awful good, and the more I rub it…”
At this point the realism I had injected into the pantomime threatened to overcome me, and I paused, hysterical with laughter.
“… and the more I rub… the more I rub…” I gasped… “the nicer it feels… until… until… the nice feeling… just seems to… burst inside me… OH!.. like it's… DOING NOW!”
I wiped away the tears which hysterical laughter had brought to my eyes. My face was burning as I turned toward my companion. His face, too, was a dull red; his reaction to the lewd portrayal had not been much less than my own. He sprang toward me, and I knew what he intended to do.
“No, no!” I panted. “Not now! Wait for me a moment! I'm dead down there now! Let me go wash myself and then I'll be all right!”
On unsteady feet I went to the bathroom and laved myself with tepid, scented water. Before I had finished my vitality was returning and the warm glow of voluptuous desire was beginning to reestablish itself.
“Well, Excellency, is your naughty curiosity satisfied? Now you know a girl's last secret!”
“Baby!” he answered in a tense voice, “that affected me more than it did you, I think. I was so near going off I couldn't have held it another second! Look at this…”
Unbuttoning the front of his trousers he took his cock out and displayed it, turgid and throbbing, to my eyes; he slipped the foreskin down and the plum-colored head appeared, dripping with limpid moisture.
“Just sympathetic tears,” he murmured, “I didn't come, but I was very close to it.”
I went again to the bathroom and brought a small wet towel and wiped away the tears. “Careful! Careful!” he cautioned, as I fingered the palpitating column. “It won't take much to release the trigger! I'll have to let the fire die down a little before I put it in you, baby, and meanwhile…” he smiled understandingly, ”… and meanwhile, you can lie down on the bed and take it easy while I pay you back for entertaining me in such a realistic way!”
“Shall I get undressed?”
“No, just lie down like you were a minute ago. You were really entrancing with your little dress up and the white of your bottom and thighs against the black background of dress and hose. That's it… just like, you were before… with your knees up and your legs apart!”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, passed his fingers over the crevice between my legs in a lingering caress, and then his mouth descended on it.
What havoc an ardent, enthusiastic tongue can work in a girl's cunny! I tried to steel my nerves against it to prolong the exquisite sensation, but it was no use, I couldn't hold it back long and all too soon I was melting in his mouth. As the echoes died away, I pushed him from me to lie for a while in fainting languor.
It would take too long to relate all that transpired during those mad, sensuous hours, even if I could remember every act in all its lewd details. Suffice, it to draw the curtain with the final scene wherein, hours later, intoxicated both with liquor and lust, I perceived that Monty's face was again between my thighs, his hot lips pressed against my cunny. My dress, now displaced and rumpled, partly hid his face as he sucked and licked the avid flesh. He himself had long since disrobed and was completely naked.
As he crouched over me I could see his cock, still enticingly rigid, as it projected its muscular length outward.
“Turn this direction, Monty!” I whispered, “so we can do it the 69 way!”
He reversed his position and the next moment it was touching my lips in a moist kiss as he knelt over my face and again buried his own between my trembling thighs. My lips shaped themselves in a tight ring around its mouth and neck and took the, visitor in.
The odd, indescribable savor again filled my mouth, breeding within me, not distaste or disgust, but a wild hunger to feel it spurting like a hot fountain in my mouth and throat. So imperious was the urge, that I scarcely now heeded the penetrating tongue which but a moment before had evoked such exquisite, torment. I thought of nothing but to drain the nectar from the living flesh about which my lips were pursed, to receive its hot gushes in my mouth.
It would give me an orgasm even quicker than having my clitoris sucked. I felt it, I knew it, the poison had entered my soul, this, this was the supreme act of voluptuous delight, and nothing hereafter would ever give me the same thrill. All else would be incidental, superficial, this was the ultimate caress by the side of which all others receded into nothingness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When I awoke, it must have been around noon. My head was aching dully and in my mouth was a queer, pungent taste which puzzled me for a moment, and then I remembered. I sat up in bed. I was stark-naked, and I was alone. On the little tabouret near the bed was an empty whiskey bottle which accounted, in part at least, for the headache.
Draped carelessly over a chair were my clothes-dress, camisole, brassiere, and stockings. I had no recollection of having undressed nor did I know when or under what circumstances I had fallen asleep. Monty must have taken off my clothes and subsequently departed without awakening me. At what hour he had gone I had not the faintest idea.
Painfully I dragged myself from bed and went to my mirror. My hair was a tangle and there were violet shadows under my eyes. I shivered and pressed my hands to my throbbing temples. What a night! Monty had gone without awakening me. This reminded me of something, and I turned toward my dressing table. There were some bank notes there, weighted down with one of my perfume flasks, and under them a slip of paper with some penciled scribbling:
“The next time, don't have on any lipstick. You left red rings all around it.
See you next Wednesday night. Love and Kisses. Monty.”
I rubbed my fingers over my lips and smiled involuntarily as I viewed the result. Then I tore the note into shreds and threw the pieces into the wastebasket.
I did not feel like dressing so I merely bathed my face, brushed out my hair, and went back to bed after ringing for the maid. She brought me some coffee, and toast, and I asked her to tell Madame Lafronde that I had a headache and would not be down until later.
About three o'clock Madame Lafronde came up to see me.
“What's the matter, Jessie? Anything wrong?”
“No; my sleeper kept me awake all night, and I've a headache, that's all.”
“You can rest up tonight. You needn't come downstairs if you don't feel like it. How are you getting on with Austin?”
“All right. He's not so bad. I like him. He gave me another five pounds.”
“Well, be, smart, and keep him in a giving humor. I was rather doubtful about him at first. He's got a bad reputation.”
I stayed in my room the rest of the afternoon and evening, but along about ten o'clock I got restless, and hearing a great deal of laughter floating up from the parlor I decided to dress and go down.
Under the genial guidance of a gentleman who had just come from America, a game of “strip poker” was in hilarious progress. Five girls were seated around a small table, cards were dealt to them, and the penalty of a losing hand was the removal of one of the few pieces of apparel the loser wore. To keep up the morale of the players, a grand prize to the winner, and consolation prizes to the losers were being offered.
Already one of the girls was down to her panties, and another to panties, brassiere and one stocking. Even as I stood there trying to grasp the intricacies of the game, a shout went up, and the unfortunate in panties threw down her cards in disgust.
