The Altar of Venus

Chapter IX

Mechanically, her fingers unfastened the belt of the dressing robe and she removed the garment. Chemise, panties, hose and slippers remained. Without diverting herself on any of these, moving as one in a hypnotic trance, she slowly approached the table.

"Your panties, darling! Aren't you going to take them off ? I can't do that while you have them on!"

"Well for heaven's sake! I can take them off after you turn out the light, can't I?"

"But darling, I'm not going to put out the light. I could't see to do it right in the dark!"

"Gilbert! I'm not going to get on that table naked, with the lights on! I won't do it."

"Honey, you the most persistent little "no" girl I ever met in my life. I'll tell you what we can do. I'll turn them all out, except just the mantal light."

I pressed the button which controlled the cluster of lights above the table, extinguishing them, and turned on a shaded globe on one side of the fire-place mantel. It illuminated the room with a soft, pink refulgence.

"All right, sweetheart. Now you can take off your panties and get up on the table."

"Well, turn around then, and don't look at me!"

"I can't see what difference it makes if I look!" but I turned my back obediently.

When I looked around again, the panties were off.

Under the tinted, subdued rays of light her arms and shoulders and such other portions of her fare flesh as were visible, glowed rosily, I lifted her upland set her upon the edge of the table, and with the idea of stimulating her sensibilities I filled a goblet with wine and handed it to her. She drank it and after disposing of the empty glass I gently pushed her down on her back with her knees over the edge of the table.

These preliminaries were of course affording me the most delicious thrills imaginable. In all my experience, I had never "frenched" a girl under more inciting circumstances. My cock was in a state which threatened the integrity of the buttons of my trousers, and the first thing I did after I got her stretched out on the table was to unfasten them and allow it its freedom.

I leaned over her and slipped up the silk underwaist she had pulled down over her thighs. Her limbs quivered as I raised it, and she placed

an arm over her eyes. I worked the diaphanous garment upward until her breasts were completely exposed in the rosy light. With this detail complete,!! drew up a chair, and placing it close to the table, sat down.

True to form, when she had lain down on the table she had clenched hex legs together as tightly as she could-but I let this pass for the moment, and contented myself with caressing her legs, hips, thighs, and breasts with my hands. Then, pressing my lips to one of her legs, just above the top of her stocking and dropping kisses along the route I began an upward journey. Her limbs twitched and quivered as though each kiss were electric shock. When my lips reached the place where a dark triangle of curley hair maked the juncture of her thighs, I hitched the chair a little closer, and placing my hands on her knees, endeavored to separate them. At first they seemed disinclined to part, so I applied a little more force and gradually as I continued to urge them with a firm pressure, they began to yield.

And now, under the rose tinted light, my little sweetheart's sexual flower with its border of dark chestnut curls was revealed. I separated the moist lips, and the little tit shaped protuberance in their upper extremity, which my fingers had often caressed but my eyes never

before contemplated, came into view. This was the naughty little thing which caused her to moan and squeal and go into hysterical fits whenever it was petted, and I gazed at it curiously. And even as I looked, it began to expand perceptibly in size, as though excited at merely being viewed. It stiffened out, and then shrank back slightly, repeating the process at intervals of a few seconds. I placed my fingertip upon it. It was hard and firm and pulsated vigorously to my touch.

" Are you deliberately trying to drive me crazy?" she exclaimed, in a tense indignant whisper.

"Well for heaven's sake! How much longer are you going to look?"

"lie down, sweetheart. I won't look any more if you don't want me to!"

She lay down again, still murmuring indignant protests and an instant later my face was between her thighs. Up and down the length of the humid cleft my tongue scurried and finally settled down to work in earnest on her clitoris. It rose valiantly to meet the attack and projected itself ouward.

And then pandemonium broke loose.

Grimly, I stayed at the post-indifferent for once as to whether the neighbors might think I vfas slaughtering her and break in the door or call the police. Between her writhings, twisting and kicking it was all I could do to keep my tongue on the right spot. Part of the time her legs were sticking straight out on either side of me-part of the time they were flying up and down in a fantastic dance and part of the time they were clasped about my neck. She raised herself on her wrists, she dropped back and tried to elevate her bottom, she twisted and wriggled until I was obliged to seize her by the hips to hold her still. No adequate reproduction of the shrieks, moans, and exclamations with which she emphasized her frenzy is possible.

How many times she had orgasm I couldn't determine but the nectar of love was dripping within a minute or so after I had first gotten my mouth on her.

Finally, I felt her body relax. She put her hands on my head, and gasped:

"I can't stand any more, Gilbert!"

The performance had produced such a tension in my own nerves that I was not far from spontaneous ejaculation. Under the pressure of her hands on my forehead, I reluctantly yielded my position. Sliding the chair back I got up, went to the bathroom, brought a moistened towel and sponged her thighs. It was the first time I had ever performed such an intimate

service for her, but she was too exhausted to protest.

Picking her up in my arms, I carried her to our sleeping quarters, laid her down on the bed and sat down on the edge by her side.

– A bit later we were cuddled up in each other's arms, in bed.

"Gilbert …"

"You don't have to buy me that coat. And . . . and …"

"And what, darling?"

"If you like to do that . . . you can do it again . . . sometime!"

"When?" -

"Oh, when you want to! Tomorrow, if you like!"

"That's a bargain, you little old sweet thing! Tell me honey, how did it feel?"

"Hush up!"

"But, darling, after going to all that trouble just to find out?"

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"I just want to know whether it felt nice."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Better than the other way?"

"No . . . yes … oh, I don't know! Now will you stop talking about it?"

Needless to say, she got the coat. And from that time on I enjoyed numerous special after

dinner desserts on the big library table.

One day not long after her first surrender to cunnilingus, a matter came up, which obliged me to make a business trip to a nearby city and as the weather was pleasant it occurred to me to take her with me. It was a four hour drive by automobile so I rented a car and chauffeur for the day.

The business being satisfactorily concluded by mid-afternoon, we had dinner in a local restaurant and started back home in the evening. After an hour on the road, Edyth, who had gotten up earlier that morning than was her custom, nestled against me and went to sleep.

The position in which she had placed herself brought her cheek in close contact with a certain portion of my trousers where ordinarily a little extra allowance is made in the cloth for something besides leg. This something, always responsive to the slightest attention, and easily awakened, answered the warmth and pressure of her cheek by increasing rapidly in size. And as the pressure was not removed, it continued to expand until it reached the limit of its ex-pansional capacity, and thereafter gave evidence of its appreciation by a series of throbs and muscular contractions.

I supposed that Edyth was now fast asleep but in this I.was somewhat mistaken, for be-

fore long she stirred again. This time she raised her head slightly, her hand moved up and her fingers began unfastening the buttons on the front of my trousers. The hand slipped inside and after a bit of fumbling with interior garments came out with something warm, stiff and rigid clasped in her fingers. She adjusted the blanket so that it entirely covered her head and lay down again this time with my naked cock under her soft cheek.

I reached over and snapped out the small electric light which illuminated the interior of the car, and sat quietly with my cock throbbing between the constrictinon of her cheek and my own leg. Had she been one of the many women I had associated with previously there would not have been anything in this to surprise me, but Edyth, despite the fact that she always yielded to my coaxing, never, herself, took the lead in any of our little adventures in concupiscence. Her present action was, therefore, quite out of the ordinary.

However, I was destined for a still greater surprise.

She moved again* releasing the prisoner from beneath her face. But its freedom was only temporary, and to my amazement, I suddenly left a pair of warm lips close about it. I sat perfectly still. The lips remained motionless

for a moment, and then advanced, so that a considerably larger portion of my cock was within their embrace. Another short interval of inactivity and then I perceived the pull of strong, vigorous suction and the action of a hot little tongue playing over the exposed head. So energetic and determined was the caress, that in sixty seconds or less, my testicles were threatening to release their hoarding. I placed my hand on her head to ease her away until I could again get control of the situation. But instead of surrendering the menacing thing, she pushed my hand away and sucked and still harder. And before I could avoid it, the seminal reservoirs were emptying their contents in her mouth. When I finally got free of her, I hastily handed her a handkerchief, and whispered:

"Spit it out, sweetheart!"

"I can't!" she gasped, "it went down my throat!"

"All right, all right!" I replied, hurriedly, "It won't hurt you!"

And I lifted her up in my arms and set her on my lap.

Surprises had come thick and fast, but the final one was still to come. She suddenly burst into tears and sobbed as though he* heart was breaking.

"What in the world is the matter, darling?"

I asked, in utter consternation.

"Oh, Gilbert … I shouldn't have done that . . . you'll think I'm a bad woman now! I don't know what ever came over me!"

My sweetheart! I've done the same thing to you lots of times. Why should I think you're a bad woman?"

"You're a man. That's different. Men can do what they want to. Oh, I shouldn't have done it. Something just came over me and made me want to so bad I couldn't help it. Oh, oh* oh! Whatever will you think of me now?"

"Edyth, dearest!" I exclaimed, "Stop talking that nonsense. When a woman does that to a man, it's the greatest proof she can offer him of her affection, and if he didn't appreciate it as much, he wouldn't be worthy of her! Now stop crying right this instant!"

When I got her tranquilized she wound her arms around my neck and showered me with such passionate kisses and caused me to suspect that the favor she had done me, had provoked a reciprocal congestion in her own little ovaries, and that something was probably begging for attention.

I slipped my hand up under her dress and inside her panties. As I had divided, her genitals were dripping wet, and her clitoris standing up rigidly. She trembled as my fingers came in

contact with it, placed her hand over mine, squeezed it tightly for a moment between her thighs and then gently withdrew it.

"Wait until we get home, Gilbert!" she whispered.

And the low but vibrant words augured an enjoyable termination to the adventure later.

"Are you going to let me do it to you that way, too, honey?"

Her consent for once was given without any hypocritical evasions, though she hid her face against my neck as she replied:

"Yes, if you want to!"

We reached home a little after eleven. After a bath, and some refreshments, the big table was prepared in the customary manner, the rose shaded light turned on, and stretched out voluptuously on the soft comforter while I, in pajamas, sat down in a chair between her swinging legs.

But hardly had my tongue begun to work on her clitoris than I was obliged to halt its activities because of the terrific clamor she immediately set up.

"Heavens!" I exclaimed, "You'll wake everybody in the building, honey!"

"I can't help it!" she gasped.

"Here! Hold this over your mouth!" and I handed her a towel.

Obediently she held it aver her lips, and again I sought out the little swollen tit shaped protuberance with my tongue. She gurgled and sputtered but the multiple folds of the towel which she pressed faithfully to her mouth toned down the noise to less startling proportions.

After her first spend had bathed my lips and cheeks she threw the towel aside and sat up. Her face was as red as a peony.

"Gilbert!" she panted, "I haven't had enough, I "

"All right, honey! just lie still a miute!" and I pushed her back down in a reclining position.

As she lay there with her legs hanging over the edge of the table it occurred to me that this able might be adapted to another pleasant exercise and I stood up to make a hasty calculation. The height appeared to be about right.

"Slide further down on the table toward me, as far as you can, honey . . . now put your knees up . . double them back over your stomach, and hold them with your hands . . . that's right . . just like that!"

The sharp angle projected her genitals outward between her thighs in the most prominent manner and by standing there against her I would be able to penetrate the most interior depths. I unfastened my pajamas, casting the meanwhile a contemplative glance at the rosy

lips projected forward, They were like a pear with a gash cut down through it from end too end, a pear cut lengthwise in two sections with little ringlets of brown hair adorning the upper extremities. I pressed closer and inserted the head of my cock between the two halves of the scarlet, pear shaped projection. A vibrant exclamation issued from the lips of the young lady to whom the pear belonged and her fingers gripped the edges of the table on either side of her. My cock slid further in, and still further until at last it was completely within the pleasant refuge and I felt soft tendrils of hair pressing against my groins. All I had to offer her was inside-all but my testicles, and these were compressed between the cheeks of her bottom.

"Now, darling," I said, recalling Irma's psychic aphrodisiacs, "I'm not going to move it for a while, and don't you try to wiggle, either. Just lie still. Don't even think about it. Put your thoughts on something else. Tell me about some of your experiences-things that happened to you before you knew me."

"Gilbert!" she exclaimed in a suffocated voice," How can I think of anything else with that thing inside me, jumping that way.. . . it does, every few seconds?"

"Don't pay any attention to it! Talk about something else!"

"Well, what am I going to talk about?" she gasped.

"Tell me about your first experience."

"I never had until I was married!"

"But you knew about things before you were married ?"

"Yes! The girls were always talking about it !"

"How old were you then?"

"Oh, thirteen* or fourteen!"

"And knowing about it, didn't that make you curious to try it?"

"I . . . Gilbert! . . . What are you asking me such questions for?"

"Because it interests me to know, honey!"

"Well, sometimes it did!"

"Tell me about the first time, honey, your wedding night."

"What is there to tell?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes, a little, at first!"

"And after that … did it feel good?"

"Yes! But not as good as it does with you! His didn't go in as far as your does. It was lots smaller, too. It really felt better with that awful Mr. Tucker I told you about than it did with him!"

She laughed hysterically at the recollection.

"I'll swear, honey, that was the funniest thing I ever heard of. I can't figure out how you ever

got up the nerve to go through with it. And the better I know you, the stranger it seems."

"I just made myself into another person that night!"

"You must have a natural genius for acting, tucked away in you. I'd like to see you undergo a metamorphsis like that myself . . . that is," I added hastily,. . . "with me, not with some other-chap!"

"I don't know how much genius I have in me, but I do know there's something else tucked in methatisnearly setting me wild!"

"Honey," I coaxed, "tell me something real naughty! When two persons really love and understand each other the sharing of little intimate confidences is one of life's sweetest pleasures! I tell you every thing that occurs to me, but you keep your thoughts locked up so tight they can't even be dropped out!"

In the strained expression on her face and in her rapid breathing the effect of the erotic situation and conversation was discernible. I pressed closer to her and caressed her breasts.

"Oh!" she murmured faintly, and undulated her lips.

"Lie still, honey!" I warned.

"Gilbert! You're setting me crazy! That thing . . . !"

"Now, now!" I exclaimed, "Think about something else!"

"Gilbert , . . I . . . I'll, tell you something • . . you may be shocked . . . " and she paused uncertainly.

"You can't shock me, darling!"

"Well, you know . . • what I did tonight • . . in the car . . • I've been wanting to do that so bad ever since the first time you did it to me, that I couldn't hardly keep from it!"

"Why didn't you then, darling?" I asked in some surprise.

"I was ashamed to, but I was wishing all the time you'd make me do it!"

"Make you do it?"

"Yes! I was just longing for you to grab me and make me take it in my mouth! But you never made the slightest effort," she added, resentfully, "not even when I was lying with my face right against it!"

"Great heavens!" I said to myself, "And I'm the chap who thought hei knew all the wrinkles of feminine psychology!"

"Gilbert . . . I'll tell you something else « • . women like to be made to do things, not asked! . . . Then they don't have to feel ashamed afterwards . • • oh!" she added in a tense whisper, "it does feel good this way!" and she wriggled her bottom again.

"Lie still, honey!"

"Well, you tell me something now. Tell me some more about Paris!"

She listened with growing cheeks while I described several of the spectacles I had wit-, nessed in the French capitol and though her thighs quivered frequently in response to the muscular twitchings of the cock which was engulfed to the hilt in her warm flesh, she remained fairly quiet. When I had concluded, she whispered:

"Gilbert, do you suppose there are girls here in London who do that with other women, like those French girls?"

"Plenty of them, honey."

"Gilbert …" she paused, and there was something in her tone which told me that an* other secret was going to me imparted to me. "Gilbert, I … it sounds dreadful, but do you know …" and she stopped again in confusion.

"Go on, honey."

"Well … I'd like to have another woman do it to me . . . just once … I believe . . ." and she began to giggle

"What do you believe, sweetheart?"

"Oh, nothing!"

"Come on now, what is it?"

"Well, I bet a woman can do that better than a man!"

"You little witch! That's a slam on me! Don't

you think I do it well enough? From the racket you make one wouldn't think there was any room for improvement!

"Oh, Gilbert, dearest, I really didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just heavenly the way you do it. I mean . . . oh, I don't know how to explain just exactly what I do mean!" and there was another burst of hysterical giggles.

"You fibbed to me the other night! she added, a moment later.

"Fibbed to you?"

"Yes; fibbed to me."

"About what, honey?"

"When you said I was the first woman you ever did that to."

Not knowing whether it would be more discreet to deny, or confess my guilt, I hedged with another question.

"What makes you think I fibbed about it, darling?"

"Ha! You know too much for a novice. I realized that, after thinking about it a little. Don't think I'm so silly as to be jealous about what you did before you knew me. I don't blame you. I bet …" she continued, "if I were, a man, I'd do it with every woman I liked!"

"How would you manage that, honey?"

"I'd make them! They're just pretending they don't want to most of the time. Men are so silly!

And you're just like all the rest of them I"

"Well, give me a few pointers, sweetheart! maybe I'll learn!"

"Asking me if you could do it to me that French way! Why didn't you just pull my legs apart and do it without asking me? I was crazy to try it, but I was ashamed to say so! You made me so dam mad! And asking me to let you see me naked-you're big enough to lift my nightgown up and look at me all you want without my helping you, aren't you?"

This discourse was delivered so seriously, and yet with expression so comical on her face that it convulsed me with laughter.

"You may be right, in part, honey," I said, when I had recovered my composure, "but sometimes there are exceptions which might make that a doubtful rule to follow. A man must be sure his attentions are welcome before he goes too far. And no man with any of the instincts of a gentleman wants to force anything on a woman against her wishes."

"Maybe you're right, sweetheart. I'll follow your advice hereafter!"

"You old darling, you've been so good to me I don't beleve I could really get mad at' you if I tried."

"Happy with me, sweetheart?"

"Happier than I ever was before in my life,

even if you do tease me to do naughty things! Oh, Gilbert , . . move it a little, please, I can't, be still a second longer!"

Despite my efforts to oblige her to remain quiet, she began to undulate her hips, franticly, pressing her genitals against me until, I too was caught in the current of passion. Leaning over I clasped my hand tightly over her mouth, while the turbulent waves rocked our bodies.

"What did it feel like, sweetheart?"

She sat up, looked at me for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

'•It felt like somebody turned a hose on inside me! That's just what it felt like! Now is there anything else you want to know … or see … or try?"

The next day I took time to pay a visit to a certain neighborhood not entirely unfamiliar to me by reputation, which visit brought as its result an appointment with a petit little German fraulein, who was presented to me under the name of Freda. She listened attentively to my words, smiled at some of my observations, and summed up her answer in the following concise terms:

"One pound, and one extra for going out."

"We won't quarrel over the price. There'll still be another pound if you manage well."

"I'll manage it all right."

"Very well. Be ready for me to pick you up here at eight o'clock/'

I telephoned to Edyth, and told her I would be a little late that evening, and would eat downtown, suggesting at the same time that she prepare herself for a real nice "special" evening at home.

I haven't forgotten the good advice you gave me!" I added in conclusion, and heard a silvery giggle in response as I hung up.

I reached the apartment about nine o'clock and the blond fraulein was with me. Edyth looked from one to the other of us in surprise as I presented the girl, saying that she was a little friend I wanted Edyth to know. She acknowledged the introduction in a friendly way though she continued to gaze questioningly at the visitor.

Acting on the suggestion conveyed by my telephonic references to a "special" evening, she had addressed herself in coquettish dishabille not dreaming, of course, that I intended to bring anyone with me. It was evident that she was burning with curiosity regarding the German damsel, and her eyes followed me reproachfully for my failure to enlighten her regarding the mysterious visitor.

After a bit of aimless conversation I suggested that she bring in some wine, and she arose and went into the kitchen. As soon as she was out

of the room, I whispered to the fraulein I would speak to her alone a moment, and followed her.

As soon as I entered the room Edyth pressed up to me and said:

"Gilbert! Who is that girl?"

"Why, you expressed a wish last night, honey, to try something and I fixed it for you."

"Gilbert . . . what on earth do you mean?"

"You said you'd like to have another woman french you once. That's what she's here for."

"Gilbert!" she exclaimed, in horrified tones. "I was just talking! I Wouldn't let her do that tome! I'd die of shame!"

"Oh, yes, you will let her, sweetheart. Remember, you gave me some good advice, too. Something about "making" girls do things without asking permission first!"

"I won't let her, Gilbert! I won't even go back in the parlor while she's here!"

"Darling, you're going to let her even if I have to hold you while she does it! You run into the bedroom now, and get ready! Here . . . drink your wine first!"

She was about to voice further protests, but I interrupted:

"I mean it, honey. There's no use arguing!"

She took the glass I was profering her, drank its contents slowly and set it down.

"All right, then, if you're going to start giving

orders! I'll go in the bedroom and wait for her. But don't think you're going to watch! I couldn't, Gilbert! I just couldn't! Yd die of mortification! It will be bad enough, alone with her!"

It assuredly was no part of my plan to be absent while the experiment was in progress however, I promised her that I would stay outside promising myself at the same tims that I would be far from the keyhole.'

"All right! I'll go in the bedroom but don't let her come in for a few minutes," she added, blushing, "until I fix myself up!"

She threw her arms around my neck, clung to me a moment, and murmured:

"I'd rather it was you, though! I was only half in earnest when I said that. I never dreamed you'd take it seriously. But I'll go through with it now!"

"Maybe there'll be some left over for me afterwards!" I said and I ran my hand up under her dress between her legs.

She slipped down the hall, and I heard the bed-jroom door close behind her. I picked up the two remaining glasses, took them to the parlor, gave one to Miss Freda, and drank the other.

"What did she say.?" inquired the girl, who was aware that Edyth had not at first known the purpose of her visit.

"She didn't make as much fuss as I thought she would. She's in the bedroom waiting for you now."

"Are you coming in, too?"

"No, I said, regretfully. "She drew the line on that."

"Too bad!" said the fraulein, with a half sympathetic, half cynical smile.

She arose and I conducted her to the bedroom. She opened the door softly, stepped inside, and closed it behind her. I remained in the hall, listening attentively. At first, I heard nothing but the subdued tones of he lesbian's soft voice, answered in almost indistinguishable monosyllables by Edyth. "You're awfully bashful, aren't you, darling? . . . You don't have to be with me . . . I'm only another woman just like you . . . Oh, what perfectly beautiful bubbies . . .I'll bet your husband is just crazy about them, isn't he? . . . Why, your skin is simply marvelous! … As smooth and white as a baby's! . . . And no hair except where it ought to be … Do you know, in my country when a woman's hair down here is soft and silky instead of crisp, they say it's a sign of aristocratic blood . . . Oh, you sweet little thing! If you were mine, I'd just love you to death!"

I kneeled down to peer through the keyhole but rose again cursing under my breath. Something was draped over it from the opposite side of the door and my vision was blocked.

Again I pressed iny ear to one of the door panels. Through it came the slight sound of rustling garments, the creaking of bedsprings as they ceded to the weight of moving bodies. "Wow you lie perfectly still, darling. Let me do everything. Just relax and enjoy yourself!" Then a silence, unbroken except for the barely audible movement of bed-springs.

At last a faint, but expressive and long drawn out "Ooooh!" broke the silence, followed at short intervals by others subdued in tone yet pregnant with emotion.

Something down in the front of my trousers began to hitch itself upward, expanding in size as it did so.

The exclamations continued, and became more audible. The temptation was too much for me, and dropping my hand down on the door nob I turned it softly exerting a slight pressure at the same time. The knob moved, but the door didn't. Again I had been outwitted, for Edyth had taken all the necessary precautions to see that I kept my promise, regardless of whether I changed my mind about it or not, and had latched the door.

The music on the other side of the door, was now beginning to run up the chromatic scale in a way which by experience, indicated the proximity of orgasm. It culminated in a cressendo of vibrant moans and cries, and died away.

Another long silence and then I heard the sound of moving feet on the floor, the murmur of voices-words I couldn't distinguish. Quickly I straightened up, and returned to the parlor.

A few minutes later the door opened and the lesbian came out. She came alone. Edyth remained in the bedroom. The girl smiled, and nodded her head as though assuring me that all had gone well. She was evidently not disposed to lditer, and when she had adjusted her hat over the blond curls I handed her three five pound notes.

"Here is my address and phone number in case she wants me again/' she whispered, and she slipped a small card in my hand as I opened the door.

Edyth had not reappeared, so I went into the bedroom. A seductive vision met my eyes. She was lying stretched out on the bed with noth-to cover her charms except a short silk vest, which barely reached the upper border of the soft curls which the lesbian had called "aristocratic". The round, tapered legs were extended out languidly, parted just sufficiently to reveal the cleft which divided the two halves of the altar of venus, f ainly visible under the little curls and ringlets of chestnut hair which formed its

natural curtain.

She said nothing, nor even attempted to cover her nakedness'as I gazed down upon her. I was still tingling with excitement, and needed nothing more inspiring than this vision to stimulate me to quick action. I undressed as quickly as I could, and lay down by her. A second later my mouth was on her cunt, still moist from its recent spendings.: She had not uttered a word and had hardly moved except to further separate her legs to better accomodate my caress, but within a few seconds after my tongue found her clitoris, the usual pandemonium was loose. I raised my head in dismay. My first thought was to make her hold a pillow over her face but even as I reached for one, a better way to quiet her occurred to me.

"Here! Put this in your mouth and let's see whether it won't choke off some of that noise!" I exclaimed, and I turned around on the bed in a direction contrary to that in which I had been lying. My cock was now projected before her face, and without hesitation her mouth opened and received it. And while her tongue curled softly around the sensitive gland, my own mouth

again attached itself firmly to the humid aperture between her thighs. My tongue penetrated the most recondite depths; it played along the length of the valley and danced in circles around

and over the little tit shaped protuberance which raised to meet it and then shrank back coquetr tishly. Almost unconsciously, my hips were moving forward and backward, and with each forward movement, my cock sank half its length into her mouth.

"Did it stop the noise?"

"Not exactly, but it did transform it from highly audible shrieks to something of a more subdued nature, a sort of gurgling, gasping, glug-glug-glug, which might possibly have been mistaken, if overheard, for the sound of water being draimed from the wash basin!"

I didn't try to delay things. As soon as I perceived that she was ready for orgasm, I let go, and as the warm essence from her ovaries baptised my face, her own lips received their spermatic recompense.

When all was finished, she pushed me to one side and leaning over the edge of the bed, spit out a mouthful.

"Part of it went down my throat again!" she gasped, comically.

A few minutes later I murmured in her ear:

"How was it that way, darling?"

"Oh, that was the best of all!" she exclaimed, fervently.

"And the girl . . . ?"

"Oh, it was wonderful!"

"Better than with ine?"

"No . . . not better ..' . but. • : and she began to laugh hysterically, "the way she did it was wonderful, and the way you do it is wonderful, too!" was her ambiguous answer

"Did she do it different from the way I do?"

"Yes!"

"Different in what way?" I asked, somewhat perplexed.

"Well, she . . . oh, I can't tell you!" and she went into another fit of laughter.

While I was pondering over this mystery, her demeanor became serious, and she murmured in a rather preoccupied voice:

"Gilbert . . .tell me something . . am I different in some way from other woman?"

"Sure you are darling! You're sweeter and and nicer and yon have prettier titties, and legs, and arms than any other . . . ."

"Oh, Gilbert, you old exaggerator!" she interrupted, "I don't mean that way. I mean . . . down here …" and she motioned toward the juncture o? her thighs.

"What makes you ask that, honey?"

"Well . . that girl . . . there was something odd . . . she kept looking, and feeling . . . why, you would have thought she was a man, and I was the first woman she ever saw . . . she acted just like you did the first time you … kind of

… oh, I don't-know … as though there was something strange about me. Maybe it was just my imagination."

I knew the answer to this of course, but fearing that, woman like, she might regard the abnormality as a defect, I changed the conversation and, still curious, endeavored to find out in what way the lesbian's caresses hand differed from my own. But my questioning only evoked more hysterical laughter and the protest that she "couldn't explain it."

Possibly the fraulein "mounted" her, but on this point neither my curiosity nor yours will probably ever be satisfied, for just exactly what the girl did to her during those mysterious fifteen minutes they were locked together, I was never able to ascertain.

Very shortly after this incident and unfortunate circumstances separated Edyth and I, temporarily as we supposed at the moment, out permanently as described by fate. She received an urgent message calling her to her mother's side. A lasting illness kept her there, and before she was free to rejoin me, I received an offer to act as commercial representative for a British firm in New York, an offer made under such advantageous conditions as made it expedient to accept.

Of my several years in that incongruous land, where "liberty" and 'Trohibition" are bedfellows, I shall tell you at some future date.