and gave her a small pill box.
«Take these! They'll keep you from getting drunk without making you sad.»
A few white pills… Myriam swallowed them all and poured a glass of champagne on top.
«Cheers my aunt!»
Kozincko was eyeing the scene from a angle, he smiled and winked at the old wizened hag.
«Now, he grunted, you will force me…»
— The party had reached its climax. A coarse mirth lightened up every face. Nervous giggles rose from the girls' throats. In dark nooks couples looked like strange figure heads.
The whole atmosphere was electric with desire. As if all these beings had spent the evening sharpening their senses. Every cunt seemed to possess weird mesmerizing powers.
The three girls Mrs. Cornavin had brought were the most lively… They seemed to be endlessly playing hide and seek with the males. They let them selves be kissed, but seemed cautious of allowing any other caress.
Suddenly an oppressive silence prevailed. Then Freddy launched the first attack.
He was dancing with one of the country wenches, whose name was Monette. As it was a tango he had managed to bend her almost double against him, rubbing himself hard against her skirt. Then he tripped his partner, tumbled her on the floor. It went like a greased lightning. Before she could say a word, Monette was quartered under him, the next instant she had a good stiff length up her twat and enjoyed it immensely after a faint cry…
That was the beginning of a general fucking. There were wails, sobs, grunts obscene calls. Some were fucking away on the table, other in armchairs, it all looked a bit untidy on the whole…
Sitting in an armchair by the fire place, while Kozincko was duly engaged in tickling her breasts and petting her pussy, Myriam had a dispassionate view on the scene. Something burnt her deeply, since she had taken her aunt's pills. An unaccountable, mute desire stirred in her womb. She submitted rapturously to Kozincko's caress. She thrilled with the same yearning as yesterday under the blows. She craved for… she didn't know exactly what she craved for.
Kozincko wished he had been able to screw one of the wild fowls… for they were wriggling their asses at the end of his friends' pricks with unusual lust, but he was afraid somebody would get it into Myriam before he could say «Jack…» if he went away… He was content with watching on her face the growth of a frantic desire. He knew that before long she would be sprawling on the floor thighs apart asking for it; every unbuttoned fly already put her in a trance. She'd soon be on fire… and he would make it up for her then.
One of the country girls who had managed to escape the stallion up till then, sought a hiding place near by, in a vast arm chair. She looked half distracted with fear and sought for the door. The Argentine was after her.
He quickly found her, she gasped and tried to fly. Without a word he thrust her back into the arm chair.
«Where are you trying to? Don't you feel comfy here? Show me your legs. He bent and tore off her skirt with a yank. He laughed with pleasure at the sight. Myriam shuddered at his coarse guffaw.
«And you wanted to hide such pretty little crack! Open it up and don't be a prude… Your friends weren't so finicky..!»
Holding her back, legs up, with one hand he was quickly taking his cock out. The girl who had understood any resistance would be vain was sobbing quietly, he ran his prick on her lips, on her breasts that had half escaped from her dress in the struggle, then he spread aside the delicate rounded thighs. His prick stood out as a flag pole, he bent, nosed in, arched his back, the girl gave a wail, and he laughed thickly, stammering:
«What lovely narrow cunt… it fits me like a glove… a glove. Myriam, at that very moment made a convulsive grab at Kozincko's fly and fainted away.»
She hardly felt two strong arms lifting her up, while, Kozincko whispered hoarsely:
«At last, you'll get it in too!»
— Myriam came to in Ghislaine's room where Kozincko had carried her. In her white dress, lying helpless on the bed, she looked like some mysterious blossom in the dark. Bending over her Kozincko was kneading her breasts masterfully after baring them. Before she could completely regain consciousness he crushed her lips thrusting a taut tongue far into her mouth, while his hand rove under her dress, sliding between her thighs up into her crack where he began a maddening caress, before he could inflict it a longed for wound.
Myriam was already wet under his fingers, her thighs blissfully opened up she had completely forgotten where she was, who he was. Her blood was on fire. Her body hurt with ravenous cravings. Her temples hammered. A strange hunger harrowed her womb.
Her breasts were taut and hard. Their pink nipples were darted upwards imploringly. Her loins shook with agonizing thrills, expectant of a blessed suffering that would soothe the intolerable yearning of her flesh.
Kozincko knew she was his now. Shaken by a long pent up desire, he tore her clothes away with distracted gestures. His eyes were riveted on her heaving breasts darted towards his lips in a dumb, insane, appeal. He was stammering broken sentences, in which her name recurred as a leitmotiv. Alternately tender and voracious.
«Let me… Let me… little puss… Let me… I won't hurt you… Then he would sneer and faltered… I'll fuck you up to the eyes… I'll make you shout with pleasure…»
Blurred images passed before his eyes. Girls he had forced, girls who had offered themselves obscenely. He saw Ghislaine's face, his dear little girl he had so well sheltered from evil… All this images danced a frenzied jigue before his eyes. He had never desired any girl as much as this one. It was like a huge blaze gnawing at his vitals.
Suddenly he brushed back her skirt over her thighs and panted before that glorious virginal body. The stockings didn't conceal the ivory of the skin.
Her sex was half hidden under light lawns and laces, its shadowy curves were lost between the quivering thighs.
He wrenched that flimsy rampart off and she felt him coming smack against her, she jumped aside in a panic crying:
«No… No… not you… not you!»
This incensed Kozincko. He clutched her frail shoulders, mauling her tender flesh.
«Why not? he roared… you bitch, you dirty little bitch..! You'd love it but with somebody else… with some handsome chap… You'll be mine, mine, and no one else… I did for you more than for any other piece of cunt… Now that's enough… I'll fuck the ass off you… I'll ram it up that hole of yours…»
Kozincko was wan with rage; he grew brutal. Still, Myriam managed to escape, crazy with the contact of this hairy swollen tool on her thigh, on her buttocks as she struggled frantically to free herself from his grasp.
She was going to jump from the bed when two deft hands, when somebody else, pulled her skirt over her arms and face, then her arms were pinioned tight behind her back. It was vain to struggle now. She heard him laughing wildly her legs were forced open, she felt a warm stiff lump on her pelvis twitching lasciviously, then she was torn, thunderstruck as it were. She didn't even cry with pain. A huge tide seemed to overwhelm her. Pleasure lashed her with such strength, with such powerful impact, she slung her legs round his neck and dragged and glued her cunt as close as she could, wailing with joy all the time. Kozincko was mumbling in her hair:
«I got you, bitch, I got you at last!»
Myriam was past caring who had shoved in as long as she felt it jammed in tight, as far as possible…
She felt the other person had let her arms free, but saw nobody; she dug her nails into her lover's shoulders, her mouth twisted savagely, she squirmed with delight under his weight, stammering: Oh come, come deeper, go on. Kozincko was fucking away for dear life as he had never done before.
Violently clinging to him Myriam sank into volupty.
CHAPTER XI
Next morning when she woke up, Myriam wondered at the surroundings. Leaning over her, Kozincko was waiting for her to open he eyes.
After one whole night wholly employed in possessing her, Kozincko wasn't satisfied yet. She had given herself after the first shyness… witch such obscene gusto that he was still nonplussed and delighted. The new thing was that instead of soothing his desire this long drawn fucking festival had only made him all the more ravenous, and now he was waiting impatiently for her to wake up to slip it in once more…
