The girl lay back, her eyes closed, in an ecstasy of lust. She too had a mad longing to be really properly fucked, to have this great, strong, handsome young man clasp her to him with all his strength, and thrust that throbbing tool of his up, right up, no matter how it hurt. The tongue was lovely, but oh! the thought of the other, the real thing. But she wouldn't disobey her aunt. She knew that her maidenhead was for sale; she knew too that it would probably fall to the lot of some horrid, rich old man, who would pay a fabulous price for it-and oh! wouldn't she be untrue to him afterwards. But the first she did want with a man she was in love with. She wavered a little and heaven knows what might have happened-for Charlie, his lips all wet with the sweet moisture flowing from those red-hot cunt lips was almost mad with lust-had there not been an interruption.
Both were so wholly carried away with the lust tremors which gripped them from head to toe that they had lost consciousness of all else.
Charlie, when he felt a smack on his bottom, thought at first it was Toinette-but still there were both her hands on his head. She couldn't have three hands.
A voice brought-him back to life.
'So Mister Charlie, it is so you play with my little niece. It is so, missie, that you would learn your lesson. Fie, fie!'
Charlie got up-and did feel a fool. Stark naked, with a rampant cockstand, he stood in the presence of this ultra Parisian lady, who, to his immense relief, seemed to view the situation as a little humorous.
Little naked Toinette sat up, feebly giggling.
Madame Rade was plump, but she was very pretty. In her stage days in Paris she had been a very noted beauty. Even now, though she was nearer forty than thirty, she was a tasty dish.
'Well, ma petite,' she said, 'have you enjoyed your lesson from Monsieur Charlie?'
'It was divine, Tanta,' answered the child, now unabashed and smiling.
'An apt teacher, hein?'
Charlie was blushing all over, but regaining his composure, now he saw that he was not blamed.
'One thing, Mister Charlie, I must ask you,' continued Madame, 'you have not deflowered la petite?'
'On my word, no, madame; your niece said you didn't mind her going just as far as that, but no further. Perhaps it's as well you did come in. I was madly randy, and I don't know what might have happened.'
'Poor boy,' and she laid her jewelled hand on his great stiff cock. 'Poor boy, would you like it satisfied? I'm not a little girl now, but there are worse, n'est ce pas?'
'Oh do, Charlie,' said the girl- 'oh do fuck Tanta. I have read a great deal, and I have seen pictures, but I have never seen it really done. Oh Tanta, darling, do it quick.'
'Well,' said Madame Rade, 'veux tu?'
Charlie did not speak, but the kiss that Madame Rade got made her sting with lust.
'Do you know, you dear, delightfully bad boy, that I haven't done it for six whole months. Now, ma mignonne this is going to be your lesson. Undress me, Charlie darling.
She wore a pretty shimmery summer frock of forest green with red roses in her belt, and more roses beneath the great drooping brim of her hat. The skirt was short and fully displayed a very dainty ankle and tiny foot-how often plump women have such deliciously tiny feet and hands, and what an especial charm therein lies.
She was dressed to correspond right through. The rose and the forest leaf dominated everything, but there were two shades in each colour; the soft rose of love, and the scarlet of passion. A gilded thread tied her chemise and her drawers-the note of avarice.
It was the woman's nature encapsulated in a dress poem. She stood at last naked, save for her scarlet stockings – the upward note in the confection-plump, piquante, ravissante. The girl lay on the bed, wide-eyed, intently curious.
What was to follow, Charlie thought, ought to be done in a deep forest glade. Satyrs ought to be there, grinning their lust, nymphs 'idly wandering, cupids half ashamed, the great god Pan himself, and Orpheus with his lute, and-and-but it was only a bedroom in an ultramodern riverside house, and he still felt the vibration of the motor wheel in his fingers, and motors and mythology don't quite synchronise.
The bed was roomy, and there was a space for Toinette to lie at the side while Charlie lifted plump, pimpante Madame Rade on to the soft mattress.
They were both nervous. Charlie felt that he was expected to give a lesson to the doll-like divinity by his side; Madame felt the same. Before the eyes of this critic both were abashed.
The end was rather vulgar.
Charlie felt a warm hand delicately placing his phallus in its home-and then his brain walked down his spine to his balls. He became an engine; even his unceasingly kissing lips were engines. Madame Rade was the same, and the couple spent simultaneously just as 'Arry and 'Arriet might have done behind a bush on Hampstead Heath.
Madame, as Charlie slid from her, turned to her niece.
'Eh bien, ma mid'
'J'ai vue chiens en rode,' was the simple reply.
Charlie got back to his own room with thoughts about the philosophy of Onan.
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CHAPTER NINE
Charlie, wakening a little heavy-eyed, sought solace in the bathing pool. Maudie was there before him, and-well- he couldn't help it; he satisfied his lust on the green sward 'midst the song of the breeze and the birds in the boughs.
When he came back to his room he found Jeannie there, prettily posed on the edge of the bed.
Charlie kissed her, and felt her, and pressed his face languorously against her soft, hot cheeks, but beyond that he dared not go. He had fucked Maudie by the waterside, and it had been lovely-Maudie improved every time, and took more out of him every time, but what this day might bring about, and what might be expected of him he could only conjecture. He knew it would be pretty hot, and he felt he must keep fit.
Little Jeannie shuddered convulsively in his arms, and finally openly begged him to fuck her. He had only been in his shirt when he came in, and she lifted it right up to his breasts, looking lovingly and longingly at his cock.
'Darling, darling,' she implored, 'do, do fuck me. I shall be ill, horribly ill, if you don't. I know you've been at it already but can't you spare just a little bit for me, just a very quick one?'
'Dear girl,' answered the perplexed Charlie, wanting it, and yet wanting not to want it, 'I have been at it, and I want you again, you know I do'-it was obvious, his cock was gun-barrel stiff-'but I shall kill myself if l go on like this.'
She dropped on her knees before him, and snatched a kiss on the glans. That settled Charlie. It had to be.
'Very well, you little devil,' he said, 'I give in, but it's got to be a very wicked one. Run quick, and fetch Luigi.'
Luigi came, rather wondering-eyed, and very picturesque in the Sicilian peasant's costume which he always wore now. Charlie banged the door and locked it: this was to be entirely a seance a trois.
His eyes gleamed in a way which rather frightened Jeannie, and as he took a birch made of dried seaweed from a cupboard, she began to be scared.
'You've got to go through it,' he said, roughly. 'Luigi, undress her and beat her.'
It did seem a shame, when that ravishing body was all naked, that scarlet lines must be traced across the pretty olive skin, but Charlie felt like that. He was half genuinely angry that the girl should have tempted him, and half lustfully cruel. It was going to be sadism and blunt, brutal wish to punish combined.
'You, too, Luigi, get yourself stark.'
The boy obeyed.
They made a handsome couple, and Charlie's lust was for a moment overcome by his artistic sense.
He took a hand camera, found a position for it on the top of the commode stand, and posed the two. It was difficult to avoid the boy's very rigid cockstand, but clever draping did this, and with a plain grey screen behind them, they were naked shepherd and shepherdess to the life, and the shutter clicked.