taken off. Indeed, she seemed quite in love with the girl herself; she kissed her soft skin passionately and ran her hands over the softly rounded curves while the girl stood like a young sylph in her nudity.
Mrs. Redfern told me that the girl was a Padmini, or lotus-girl, and when I asked what that meant, told me that the girl's Yoniher pussywas like the bud of a lotus flower, and her Kama-salila, or love-juice, had the perfume of a lily that was just opening. She became lyrical in her praise as if she had been the lover, and indeed the girl's body deserved her eulogy. Her hips were smooth and rounded and swept downward to a pair of soft and shapely thighs on which the hairless mound, naked of hair between their roundnesses, jutted outward like a soft beak. I must say I found that rather ugly. It is a fallacy to think that a woman's cunt is less prominent when it is shaven of its hair. The hair, rising as it does outward and away from the lower belly, has a tendency to obscure the sharpness of the line of the mound, thus rendering the mound itself less prominent, more subtle in its provocativeness and more modest to a man's lips. Hair is the grass of the human body, the verdure and the beauty of the carnal meadow. But that was the only imperfection. Her breasts were round and rosy like small pomegranates and capped with nipples like ripe cherries. Her belly was like the heap of brown-flecked wheat on which Solomon must have showered passionate kisses to have written of it in the immortal lines of his Songs. The soft indention of her perfectly formed navel had all my attention. Her neck was almost yellow, not the offensive saffron color of the Turkish trousers she wore, but a softer, browner yellow with a touch of hazel in it. Her lips were generous and young, perhaps cold in their sensuousness, but I could have been mistaken. Her eyes, glory of glories, were almost an amethyst color and glimmered suggestively from behind dark, oriental-lashed lids. The beauties of the East and West had combined to make this perfectly charming child, a widow at eighteen, one of the most prototypic of the fair tribe of Venus. She was seated on a round stool of gaily decorated leather and when she moved on her haunches there was a light tearing sound as the skin of her warm, damp buttocks pulled away from the shining leather and readjusted itself in a more comfortable position. Mrs. Redfern had been sitting at her feet, like a courtier at the feet of one of Shakespeare's princesses. I felt a passion for her mounting in me.
I soon said “Good-bye” to Mrs. Redfern and a little later convinced myself that May, though not a virgin, was well disposed to me through the extravagant efforts of Mrs. Redfern. I resolved to do my best to please her. Quickly, though not, I hope, without dignity, I removed my clothes and, taking one of her hands, lifted the graceful girl to her feet beside me. Then, with my hand at the cleft of her smooth buttocks, I drew her against me, belly to belly, until her hairless pussy was against my throbbing erection. At the same time I kissed her on the lips. She responded at once, searching to enclose one of my thighs between hers to bring pressure to bear on her little love- knot. I allowed myself to be her confederate, feeling the soft urgent thrust of her mound against my thigh, her dark head, with its coils of raven-black hair, splashing a scintillating web on the pale flesh of my shoulders and chest.
After a moment, I lifted her off her feet and carried her in my arms to the divan where I laid her down at full length. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I began to stroke her and examine her at the same time. The suffusion of a darker color which beneath the skin made the almost fair skin dusky, was most attractive, especially at the breasts on which the pink nipples, as big as small thimbles, were set as coral gems in tarnished brass. It was on these delightful flowers that I bestowed my first kisses, gently, and at the same time, drawing apart the lips of her cleft with the fingers of my left hand. I agitated the little bud of her love until her hips arched upward in passion and a long sigh of content escaped from her lips. I was pleased to find that her slit was comparatively small and tight, the sexual badge of women in warm climes being usually more obvious than that of the women of northern Europe and, in spite of the fact that it is truly the melting pot of nations, of the women of America.
I moved down to her, inserting the head of my cock in her wet tightness. A small hissing sound came from her lips, as though the sound at her throat slaked the terrible thirst at her loins. Then, when I had sunk in to the hilt, I felt my own hips carried into a rhythm by a small rotatory movement of hers. I slid easily in the smooth love- juiced trough, her Yoni with its crystal varnish of Kama-salila, as Mrs. Redfern would have called it. I used long, slow strokes to kindle the flame in her, my hands, forefingers together, nestling under the soft oscillation of her buttocks, and my knees, slightly apart, locking her legs in an open position. I fucked her long and hard, varying my motion so as to give us both the maximum amount of pleasure. I would draw back until the tip of my throbbing ramrod was just within her moistening slit, then dig forward slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of the turgid flesh as it penetrated deeper and deeper. She seemed dedicated to finding new ways to please me, urging me to assume a variety of positions. When she'd tired of resting compliantly beneath me, she suddenly pushed me back and assumed the dominant position, riding me so that my cock was buried more firmly and deeply than I ever thought possible.
But even this did not fully satisfy her. She made me withdraw from her and sit on a chair, my tumescent lance upright and aching. Then she crawled to me on hands and knees and dove between my thighs, taking me down her throat. She sucked my prick with determination, pausing only to lick my balls.
She tried to insist that the favor didn't need returning, but I would hear nothing of it. I turned her on her back and spread her wide, absorbing the sight of her gasping cunt with my hungry eyes. Then I began to work and knead her silky thighs. When she began to writhe and gasp with just the intimation of the pleasure to come, I slipped my middle finger deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, this feels so good,” I said out loud as I started to massage her desperate cunt lips. The soft tissues were hot like fire, but wet with rich, sweet-tasting juices. I had to sample her, so I took my finger out, brought it up to both our lips and we hungrily sucked off the cream.
I returned to her with two fingers now and worked her quickly. She seemed to love it, encouraging me to go faster and faster and harder. Her pussy began to open wide in orgasmic contractions.
She whimpered when I suddenly stopped my ministrations, but I smiled and told her it was time for a good licking. I lowered my head and breathed in her fragrance. It was deliciously exciting, as was the sight of her pussy, pink and swollen.
I began by kissing her thighs and stomach, then rewarded myself by starting at the lowest point of her valleylicking right up to her clitoris. I told her how much I loved sucking her cunt and she responded by grabbing the back of my head and mashing my face against her dripping orifice.
I was ready for the final moment and positioned myself between her parted legs. My prick found its way into her easily and filled her side-to-side and end-to-end. I began to grind in and out, in and out, more forcefully than before. I delayed as long as I could, bringing her to the brink of uncontrollable ecstasy again and again until my torrent could no longer be restrained.
I brought her to one climax after another, and then, when she had lost all fear of me and I felt her give her whole being over to love, I allowed my own passion to ride upward into her.
When it was over, I drew her out about her life. I found it had been a lonely one. A noncommissioned officer, an Indian and his wife, had been given charge of her by her father who had settled a small pension on her. She had lived between the two contrasting civilizations, so to speak, understanding both but not loving either. The Indian, she said, had no notion of sex morality. I found out that she had been brought up in a temple as a bride of the god Brahma and had been taught all love's ways and arts by the priests. In fact, she had only given ear to Mrs. Redfern hoping that I would take care of her or at least free her from the temple service. Of course, I promised to do what I could and set out to find out about it the very next day.
With Mrs. Redfern's help, I found that the task was not very difficult. The English father had put the pension in the girl's control after her sixteenth year. By applying to the proper authorities, I soon got her out of the hands of the priests and into that of a person who, I knew, had real affection for herMrs. Redfern.
Naturally, I was inquisitive about the kind of treatment she had received at the hands of the priests. I questioned her about it but she was always very reticent. She admitted once that on one occasion she had been forced to submit to the attentions of two priests, simultaneously. She had not been a willing participant, but there was truly little she could do. She described how the priests had torn the clothes from her until she cowered nude before them. One of them pulled her in front of him and began to bite her nipples and roll the pouting buds between his lips. The other one shed his robe and came behind her. She could feel his hardness poking at her buttocks, then the heat and pain as he forced his way into her tight little endhole. He drew her down atop him, pushing her up and down at the hips and digging his enormous cock more and more deeply into her ass, while the first priest eagerly laid aside his garments. His tool was long and thick and bobbed as he kneeled between the two pairs of spread legs. Then he rammed himself into her tight cavern and they fucked her in unison until they'd filled her with torrents of come. On another occasion she had been stripped naked and flogged in front of a number of priests for what she
