This little liaison lasted several years without her parents or friends suspecting. Moreover, quite apart from theology, Therese had learned many things from these singular lessons and she was always to cherish her memories and knowledge. At boarding school, she learned of games with her own sex, and when she finally entered the convent, she did not forget the joys which the priest had dispensed, for she acquired a superb dildo, realizing that in the convent there would be no men like him to satisfy her needs. She initiated several sisters, so that she might always calm the fiery urges of her passionate nature. Sent to Fort-Lamy to this sanitarium, she brought her dildo with her. I can well imagine what the customs officer must have thought when, searching her luggage, he came upon that simulacrum, but of course, since it was not prohibited, he simply closed the suitcase and wished her happiness in her new home.
However, since she was the only nurse in the ward to which she was assigned, she was reduced to satisfying herself or, on rare occasions, with a patient who was not too ill, such as Martine. And in two all too short weeks Martine was pronounced cured, greatly to the despair of not only Therese but also Conception.
Our little household joyously welcomed her return, especially my master Prosper who had believed her lost forever. During her stay at the sanitarium, he had given up his passion for stamps so as to devote himself entirely to this plantation and to his niece who had revealed to him the divine joys of the flesh.
To celebrate Martine's return, I organized a little party, aided by Marivol and Bouzian, who suggested that we invite Lakian as well as the charming Creole and his mistress, Blanchette. Martine clapped her hands with joy at the idea, and Marivol surpassed herself in the kitchen. After a wealth of appetizers, she offered us delicious couscous in which curry, red pepper, and cinnamon were blended to produce an aphrodisiacal effect.
The meal over, Marivol rose and exclaimed, “It's too hot in here. I'm going to go naked for comfort.” Blanchette followed her example, and the coffee-colored skin of her svelte body excited me enormously. Martine gleefully ordered all of us to be naked, as she pranced about the room, casting her garments hither and yon. It was the signal for action.
Bouzian seized Blanchette whom he had long coveted, stretched her out on a mat, and began at once to fuck her. She spread her thighs eagerly, seized the rigid weapon he presented her and directed it towards her rosy slit. Her legs wound round his buttocks as she adapted herself to his vigorous ploughing rhythm. Marivol pushed my master back onto his cushion, saying, “Marivol, she always want to be fucked by you. I very hot today, you take care of me, master.” He was the only man who had not made love to her, but on this day she had vowed to enjoy him, and had plotted with Bouzian to win him, for in the past he seemed always to spurn her.
Her mouth fused with his; seizing with one hand his swollen ramrod, she thrust it home into her fiery cunt, and then, clasping her arms round him, began the frenetic cadence to which he was constrained to follow. After the first shock of her aggressiveness, I will say that my master joined forces with her in a manner that utterly contented her furious desires.
As for Lakian, he wanted to enjoy Martine, and stretched her out on the table. Kneeling, he bowed his head to her furry oasis and began to lick it. His thick, raspy tongue furled down along the delicate, sensitive passage connecting her two orifices of pleasure, back and forth, probing just inside the rosebud of her bottomhole, thence back to her pussy, whose stiffening lovebutton he found and saluted. Pamela — for she was thus once again — uttered a cry of bliss and wrapped her nervously flexing thighs round his neck, groaning: “Lick, Lakian — oooh, it's so good — ahh, you're making me cream — ooooh, bury your tongue deeper into me, ohhhh!”
Her belly frantically weaved and writhed till at last she gave down her lovedew, and Lakian's expert tongue devoured every drop. Pamela fell back, assuaged. But he didn't want to stop there. Taking advantage of her abandoned pose, he pressed the head of his prodigious cock between the palpitating pink lips of her cunny. Pamela, opening her eyes, tried to evade this act, but he held her tightly, growling, “Me lick your bung good, now me fuck you too, otherwise me bugger you good and hard!” Realizing the futility of resistance, Pamela did her best to aid his entry into her tight sheath. Stoically, she let it be shoved into her, trying to facilitate the difficult passage by wriggling her abdomen. But soon the burning sensations evoked by that prodigious battering-ram of flesh and gristle rekindled the flame of lust which ceaselessly burned deep within her. Stretched though her cunny- was by his enormous spear, the maddening friction it caused her vaginal walls overcame the discomfort of that distension, and she clutched him with arms and legs, bucking and writhing to meet his vigorous digs. Lakian, enraptured by her enthusiastic collaboration, did not take long to deluge her matrix with his furious jet. Yet he went on fucking, his mighty tool still rigid, lifting Pamela's shivering naked body with every eviscerating thrust. Finally, appeased, he withdrew, while Pamela lay with arms and legs spread out, annihilated by this doubly hard and long wooing.
And what did I do all this time, you ask? Well, for quite a time I watched with admiration these two charming tableaux, till my cock demanded satisfaction. At first I thought of using my hand to ease my anguish, but the sight of Marivol's wriggling bottom as she lay mounted over my master gave me quite a better idea. Seizing her haunches while she and my master still continued their feverish fuck, I aimed my spear at the rosebud of her anus, and soon my cock was buried to the hilt inside that tight, hot, churning sheath. At each of my thrusts, I could feel my master's cock almost join mine, separated by the thinnest of membranes. We regulated our cadence till Marivol tasted the bliss of spending. Her body heaved and quaked, her cries were deafening, and I had to cling tightly to her lest I be flung off.
It was the first time I had ever buggered a woman while she was being fucked, and I swear that no other experience in all the annals of sexual pleasure can so gratify my cock. At last we went to our rooms to sleep, and this time, I know that no phantom crept into my master's room to disturb his deep slumber!
He, in fact, was first to waken the next morning, and went to his niece's room to discuss with her the idea of a trip which he had thought about. He found Martine-Pamela still asleep, the covers flung off and her nightgown tucked up to escape the oppressive heat. He stood admiring her voluptuous young body, reminiscing on how Bouzian's friend Lakian had licked, then fucked that dainty cunny of hers. And the images thus evoked roused him to new exploits of desire as he felt his prick stiffen under his robe. Seating himself gently on the edge of her bed, he passed his palm over her gently swelling bare titties, insistently rubbing the dark coral tidbits of her nipples which soon hardened. Her body began to squirm, her bosom to rise and fall more quickly, and with a great sigh, she opened her eyes. “Oh, my God — then it's true, it wasn't a dream! Oh, darling Unkie, you woke me in the most delicious way!”
My master took this as carte blanche, and at once put his lips to a turgid lovebud; from there, his lips and tongue roamed down her belly to the dark-golden fleece of her cunny. Parting those intimate petals, he revealed the diadem of her clitoris, and his tonguetip rasped against it lingeringly. Pamela went into a trance under such expert caresses; a fit of trembling seized her, and her pussy grew avid for fulfillment. Pushing his face away, she gasped, “Quick, Unkie, ooh, take me — I want to be fucked till I come! Ohh, hurry and shove that big darling cock of yours way inside me!”