agony of delight till with a shuddering spasm of lust, she inundated Yvonne's coral lips with a flood of creamy spunk. Drawing her to her bosom she kissed the childish lips, wet with her own aromatic essence.
They lay entranced in one another's arms, Yvonne's head on Mary's shoulder for more than half an hour. Yvonne was the first, that spoke.
— Mary, what are you thinking of? Mary smiled.
— Do you want to know?
— Yes, very much. I am sure, you were thinking of some past joys. Didn't you, dear?
— Yes, I did, she said, — smiling. I was thinking of a flying fuck I got once quite by chance.
— Oh, tell!
— I had inhabited Germany for some years as the governess of some Wurtembergian girls. On returning to Paris, I intended to pay a visit to some friends in Belgium. I took, the night-train from Cologne to Brussels. At Verviers my attention was attracted by a gentleman, who seemed to suffer extremely from the cold, though we were but in the beginning of October. While awaiting the depart of the train he required one «Hennessy» after another.
— It happened, that all the first class carriages were crowded save the one, which I occupied. Just before the train was going to start, this gentleman came to my compartment and in a most polite manner asked my permission to enter it. Of course I gave my consent. On journeys one must be obliging, you know. He explained, that he was from Russia, going to Paris by Brussels, where he hat to meet a countryman, travelling in the opposite direction. He was extremely astonished to find such cold weather and regretted much having left his furs at home, amp;c, amp;c. Shortly he was very polite and pleasant company.
— Of course, as a lady
I looked at him and could not help thinking, what a charming bedfellow he must be. He was tall and broad, with a full brownish beard, something like the late Czar, you know. The desire to feel his prick in my cunt excited my passions to such a degree, that I slipped my hand under my dress and began frigging myself all the while, thinking of my noble companion, fancying I had him in my arms, his manly and hairy breast next mine and his prick standing stiffly in my cunt. I thought I could do this unnoticed, for the screen had been pulled over the electric lamp and I was covered by a thick Scottish rug. I shut my eyes, lost in my reveries, working on with my hand until I spent copiously. Opening my eyes I found, that the Russian had taken to the same amusement, but as he had neither rug nor blanket to cover himself with, I saw quite distinctly his fingers playing with his very fair member. He tried, however, to conceal his private parts as best he could with his newspaper. The slackening speed of the train and its stopping at Liege compelled him to cease and button up his weapon.
I fell in a deadlike sleep, which lasted till we arrived at Brussels.
I had meant to go directly to my friend's house on my arrival, but finding, that it was only half past three in the morning, I complied with my fellow-traveller's recommendations and took a room in the Grand Hotel. There was no carriage to be had at that time of the day, but a servant from the hotel, having come to fetch the Russian's luggage, was charged with my travelling-bag too, and we set out for the hotel. As we went along my companion asked me to come to his rooms and take some breakfast before going to bed. I accepted. I got a nice, little bedroom, looking on the boulevards and having given a touch to my toilet, crossed the passage and knocked softly at the Russian's chamberdoor. It was a big room, well-furnished, and with two large, Dutch beds standing close together. I was somewhat disappointed to find, that it was a sort of gipsy-breakfast, to which I had been invited. He had brought all sorts of victuals with him from Russia and made a cup of real Russian tea. Because of the novelty of the situation I reconciled myself to the serving and as I really was hungry, I helped myself to what was on the table. Breakfast over, I meant it was time to retire. My host pointed invitingly to the two beds.
— If you please, there's room enough for two.
— Oh no-! My lips said
— Don't say you would not like it, I saw pretty well what you were at in the railway-carriage.
I pondered for a minute. No one would ever know; the Russian himself knew neither my name nor where I went; it was doubtful, when I should have the chance of another fuck, and last but not least, a man with so pretty hands must have a most charming cock; by long experience I had learned, that there always is a certain connection between a man's thumb and his prick. I cannot tell you how, but if you take good notice of it, you will always know, by the form and size of the finger, what you may expect to see between his thighs.
To cut the matter short: I consented, stripped off my clothes and in two minutes was pressed to the man's hairy breast, feeling his rising instrument throbbing against my thighs. It was not a very big one, but it was well- formed and of the most charming cream-colour with full blue veins, in which the blood was seen palpitating; the knob was rose-coloured, very full and smooth, with a well-marked furrow and large opening to the urethra. He was one of the best fuckers I ever met with, not that his member was especially power ful, but he knew how to prolong a fuck to perfection.
He clasped me in his arms, his lips pressed to mine, his hand wandered over my naked body, and his fingers first twined the curly thicket of my mount and then dived into the coral slit. My excitement was enormous.
– Oh, fuck me! Put your prick into my cunt; fuck me, oh, do fuck me!
— No, not yet, darling. I'll teaze you, then it will be only so much nicer afterwards.
— Oh, no. Put it in quickly. Oh, I am coming!
But the monster would not hear.
— Oh, you are a splendid woman! Your cunt is already foaming, he said, as my body quivered and I bedewed his fingers with my first spend. Then reversing himself on the bed, he glued his lips to my quim, quivering with desire. I got hold of his erect and glowing prick and showered my kisses upon it. At length he threw himself upon me and with one fierce drive was buried to the hilt in my sheath, our curls intermingled and entwined. Then he thrust on, long and slowly, stopping short whenever on the point of spending. I spent several times, squeezing his prick by inward pressures in the convulsive throbs of supreme lust.
Once he told me to press my thighs well together and then slowly passed his knees over my legs, his prick pressed between my thighs and all the while holding its ground in my cunt. Thus he fucked on, while I was wriggling my bottom to melt his movements. This was most delicious; but when on the point of spending he changed his attitude. This excited me above anything and made me spend copiously. Having resumed the good, old, well-known posture he kissed me most tenderly and then lifted up my right leg, till it rested on his shoulder, about his neck. He kissed my calves and knees, manipulating my buttocks with his left hand; his right hand supported my loins. It was in this attitude that we finished the bout. His movements became quicker and quicker, till we died away in all the raptures, that such a delicious prolonged fuck can produce. We lay soaking in bliss for a long while, then I retired to my own room to purify myself and get an hour's rest before going to my friend's. I never saw him again.
This tale had been so exciting that Yvonne, the very moment Mary finished, reversed herself on the bed and taking the whole of her well-developed quim in her mouth began to suck and tongue it. Mary made herself master of that of Yvonne and adding the postilion they began mutually to titillate the utmost recesses of their respective cunts with their tongues. Mary was sucking the button of Yvonne, while the latter was forcing her tongue like a miniature prick into the full fledged cunt before her; the fingers were pushed gently in and out of the corrugated holes of their bottoms. Their bodies trembled with lust, till with one passionate clasp and heave their bodies stiffened out in the agony of spending and the pearly drops of Love's liquor oozed from their quim over their crimson lips and flushed faces.
Yvonne fell so soundly asleep in this position, her head between Mary's thighs, that the latter got out. from under her body, put a cushion under her head and covered her up with her blankets without awakening her.
Then she retired to her own room extremely satisfied with her nights work.
CHAPTER VI
About a mouth later it happened that the doctor's wife was called to Switzerland to see her old mother, who had fallen seriously ill.
The doctor was left a widower
