The Altar of Venus

Chapter II

Six weeks of enforced continence, unbroken except for the orgy of masturbation inspired by Gautier's erotic story, had added fuel to the fires of concupiescence which burned within me. My relations with Josephine had been of nearly a year's duration and throughout their course I had enjoyed sexual gratification on an average of once a week. It was in effect, almost a,s though I had been married for this length of time and I felt keenly the want of something she was in the kindly habit of providing me. So, as I enjoyed an imagination the love feast, which I knew would be accorded me on my return, my cock stiffened out in anticipation of the delights in store for it. I adjusted my clothing, permitting it a more comfortable position in its expansion and as I did so an inspiration came over me which caused my heart to beat faster, and my cock to get still harder. Why not celebrate my return to the city by carrying out that long deferred, but cherished project of paying a visit to one of those mysterious "french" establishments? What more fitting occasion to appease my curiosity along this line for once and all and at the same time execute a species of revenge on Fate, for the mortifying events recently transpired?

I would do it! We reached home at noon, and I spent the rest of the day in preparation for the adventure, scarcely able to restrain my impatience for night to come.

Around nine o'clock that evening I slipped out of the house unobserved and set out on foot for the sporting district, and towards one of these houses I directed my steps. Exteriorly, it was no different in appearance from the many other houses of protitution which lined the street but I had been definitely informed that it was a "french" house. Without permitting myself to hesitate I opened the door and ascended a long flight of steps which led to the upper floor. Here I found further progress barred by a locked door, but an electric button, conspicuously located, suggested the correct procedure, and I pressed it tentatively. A few moments later a small panel in the door slid back. A short interval elapsed during which I was evidently under the scrutiny of some person behind the door, then it swung open and I found myself confronted by a buxom female who smiled expansively at me and invited me to enter.

She led the way to a reception room and, as on the occasion of my initial visit to the place where Josephine was located, I found myself in the presence of a number of females in varying stages of nudity. For some reason, probably the fact that it was a Monday night, there were few men present. My gaze swept over the assembly, and was returned expectantly by the females upon which it momentarily rested. Seemingly, several different nationalities were represented by the women present.

I edged into the room and seated myself in a chair near the door, glancing uncertainly from face to face in search of one which appealed to me. I was not overly sure of my ground. These girls did not appear greatly different from those where Josephine was, except that some of them were patently of foreign nationalities. In some vague, indefinite way I had expected women who did what these were reputed to do, to look different from others. I wondered uneasily whether maybe after all, I had been misinformed or had mistaken the address. As I glanced doubtfully from one to another of them, my eyes came to rest on a well proportioned dark complexioned damsel whose appearance was in some way suggestive of French nationality. Her plump thighs and legs stood out in seductive relief under the edge of a short pink camisole, so transparent that the profusion of jet black curls on her mons veneris was plainly visible. When she perceived that my attention was fixed on her, she came over, seated herself confidently on my knee and with her arm around my neck, murmured the customary formula:

"Let's you and I go to a room, dearie!"

Time was precious, there was no reason for delaying things and as I had already decided on her in my mind, I accepted the invitation, and she led me to her room. The dramatic moment had arrived. Thrusting my hand in my pocket I extracted all the money I had in my possession, two pounds and a few shillings in excess. Surrendering the entire sum, I screwed up my courage and said in a low voice:

"Will you do it to me the "french" way? "Sure, HI 'french' you, dearie!"

The suspense was over. But while it lasted a misfortune had overtaken me. Exactly as years previously on the threshold of being initiated by the golden haired Httle Flora, embarrassment and nervousness vanquished virility at a critical moment, and I now sensed the calamitous fact that my cock was hanging down in inert and lifeless dejection. The perception of this disaster brought a flush to my cheeks, and I would gladly have retired had I been able to think of some pretext ^to excuse my flight.

The girl, unconscious of my embarrassment, was already engaged in preliminary preparations, and was chatting away in an amible fash-

ion f but I was too engrossed with my own preoccupations to hardly know what she was saying. Soon she was standing before me with a bowl of water in her hands and a towel over her arm, waiting for me to disrobe. There was no help for it and reluctantly I commenced to undress. She had removed her chemise, and was completely naked except for her little high heeled slippers and hose, but even the sight of her exquisitely rounded hips and legs, her protruding breasts, the rich profusion of hair that stood out so prominently at the union of her plump thighs were insufficient to revive the miserable appendage which hung its head so lifelessly between my own legs. And now, the last garment was off and its condition was revealed. Without evidencing any surprise, she took it between the fingers, and immersed it in the warm water, saying:

"You've never had it "french" before, have you, dearie?" I made no reply, and she continued :

"You're just nervous that's all. Lots of men are that way the first time. I'll make it stand up all right."

Meanwhile the girl kept up her amiable chatter to which I was now able to listen with more attention, and as my tranquiliy returned, I ventured to ask her a few questions. Her name was , Rose. She was not as I had supposed, French, but Belgian. No; she didn't like this kind of life. She was saving up her money to leave it and return to her native land. Some of the men who came were not nice. They were never satisfied, and expected a girl to do all Jrinds of things. Only last night, she confided, a man had wanted to do it to her in the bottom, and had gotten angry when she refused. Inwardly I marveled at the incongruous lifte of reasoning she must have employed to justify herself in taking a man's cock in her mouth, and at the same time maintain scruples against it in her bottom but I kept my thoughs on the subject to myself.

The abulutions now concluded to her satisfaction, she removed the basin, and inquired: "How do you want it, dearie, single or double?"

Obvious as was the question I failed to comprehend it at the moment. Not wishing to display further signs of ignorance and as the world "single" sounded somewhat less formidable than "double" I replied with but a momentary resi-tation: "Single."

What she wanted to know of course was whether I wished only to be sucked off, or in addition, also perform on her at the same time.

I started toward the bed, but she stopped me with a gesture, saying:

"Listen, dearie, I'm going to tell you something. You've never had it "french" before, and you're nervous. Don't lie down. Let me do it to you standing up. It will feel nicer that way."

Though surprised I acceded to her suggestion and under her guidance I leaned against the wall while she placed a cushion on the floor at my feet, and kneeled upon it.

The fifteen or twenty minutes which followed will remain engraved upon my mind as long as memory lasts. Fifteen or twenty minutes during which such waves of delight passed through my body, as set every nerve from the top of my head to the tips of my toes tingling with ecstasy, waves which alternately lifted me up on their crests to the heights of sublimest delight, and then gently dropped me back down to less turbulent but equally delicious realms of bliss.

On her knees before me, one hand clasping my testicles, the other resting lightlyon my hips, she took my cock in her mouth. She began a slow backward and forward movement with her head with the result, that at one moment, only the crown was between her lips, the next, half its length was engulfed within her mouth. And as the foreskin receded with the forward movement, exposing the head, she ran her tongue around and over it and each time that hot tongue passed over or curled around the delicate gland, the sensation fairly stood me on tip-toes.

Had she wished to do so, she could have brought this performance to its conclusion within less than sixty seconds, for I could not have withstood the uninterrupted action of her tongue and lips for a longer period, but she was evidently disposed to give me my money's worth and with scientific exactitude she regulated her lingual activities to coordinate them with my powers of resistance, and each time, just as the sensation reached its zenith of intensity she relaxed the tension just sufficiently to forestall the impending explosion.

During the short interval this sybaritic ritual was in progress I was a dozen times so close to the crisis that through a feeling of embarrassment at the idea of ejaculating in her mouth, I put my hand on her head to ease her away, but she declined to release her grip on the palpitating object between her lips and motioned to me disapprovingly.

Finally, cognizant of the fact that the limit of my endurance had been reached, she removed her lips and said:

"I'm going to let it come now! Don't move and don't try to jerk it away! Just stand perfectly still and let me do everything!"

She pushed the foreskin back with her fingers and took the exposed head between her lips. This time, there was no movement. Apparently she was just holding it in her mouth. But, ah! I felt a sudden suction alternated with curling and tapping of a soft tongue around the gland, which continued a few moments and then, suddenly the seminal fluid was spurting into her mouth. She continued the suction until the last drop had been withdrawn.

Rising quickly she spit out the spermatic libation and rinsed her mouth with several successive glasses of water. I threw myself upon the bed from which I watched her with half closed eyes.

And thus was my first experience in passive fellatio or, as it is vulgarly called in the language of the day, "being frenched" satisfactorily consumated, and I had enjoyed to the fullest that sexual caress which is probably the most exquisite of any known to mortals.

I have always, I fear, been afflicted with an excess of sentimentality, a defect which has caused me unhappiness and disagreeable complications on more than one occasion. In casual dealings with the fair sex, it is well to avoid sentimental weakness.

In plain words, a hot cock and cold heart make the best combination. When sentimental considerations begin to play too conspicuous a part in sexual affairs we are in for disappointment or trouble or maybe both. There is a funny superstitution prevalent among women of middle and lower class in England to the effect than a man will never, forget a woman who has sucked his cock and young wives are frequently advised by older women to employ this unique method of firmly anchoring their husband's affections! As to what truth there may be in the allegation,. I hardly dare venture to maintain but before twenty-four hours went by I wanted to see Rose again so badly, I could harly think of anything else. Financial considerations prevented my immediate return and was two weeks before I could accumulate the necessary funds.

I returned but when my eyes eagerly swept the assembly in search of Rose, she was not visible.

"Is Rose in?" I inquired, politely.

"No, she's gone." was the brief response.

"When will she be back ?" I asked, my heart sinking with disappointment.

"She won't be back. She's gone away."

"Where can I find her?"

Nobody knew, or they did know which was more likely, they were not disposed to tell. Wouldn't another girl do just as well? Clearly, in the matter of having one's cock sucked, they were unable to see why any fine distinctions between girls should be drawn.

I shook my head negatively, my heart too full for words. I wanted Rose and nobody but Rose-the disappointment was too keen to consider a substitute. They all looked drab and unattractive in comparison with the vanished Belgian. I backed out of the door, went down the stairs I had ascended in such a pleasant glow of anticipation, to turn my steps disconsolately homeward.

A week later I paid a belated visit to Josephine. She received me with open arms, overjoyed at my return. Indeed so affectionate was her greeting that I felt a twinge of conscience for my dereliction and unfaithfulness.

There were few visitors in the reception parlor, and as it seemed probable that we would have the evening free from interruption we lost half an hour or more acquainting each other with what had happened in the interval of our separation.

Needless to say, I omitted to tell her about Rose, and simply delayed my return to the city an extra two weeks to account for not having seen her earlier.

The story of my adventure in the country, which I confided to her quite frankly, convulsed her with laughter.

"What did you let her get away for?" she said, "when you start any thing like that you .ojight to finish it. If you had held her, and given her one good fucking she'd have kept quiet about it and been after you for some more pretty soon! Had her in a hay loft, and your fingers in her pussy, and then let her get away from you. I'm surprised!"

"I didn't exactly let her," I said and rather sheepishly explained how I had been defrauded by the slippery little country maid.

"Well, I won't try to get away, darling, but first, you know what I want! I haven't had a good frigging since you went away!"

She laid her head against my cheek, separated her legs, and I put my hand over her cleft. A few preliminary caresses, and my finger tips began to play with the little protuberance which was so responsive to their touch. She shivered with pleasure and murmured:

"Darn it, Gilbert, you could win a girl with just your finger even if you didn't have anything else. You've got just the right touch, and

not one man in dozens ever learns it."

"Why do you like this better than the real way?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Variety, I guess. I get it so much the other way it doesn't thrill me anymore. Maybe it's because I'm lazy. This way you do all the work and I just lie still and enjoy myself. Some like it better i by hand than the regular way, too." she continued reflectively, "There was a girl here once, she left before you started coming here, that wouldn't do anything but frig men with her hand. She was awfully pretty, but everyone thought she was balmy to except to make any money that way. They called her Miss Jackoffsky in fun. But they soon found out she wasn't nearly as crazy as they thought. Men started coming and asking for her, and they kept on coming back, time after time, and the landlady finally decided she was trenching men instead of jacking them off. She fixed a hole in the wall of her room, and we watched when she had a man in the room. But there was no fake about it, she didn't do a single thing but jack them off with her hand. Sometimes the man would beg and coax her and offer her extra money to let him fuck but she never gave in and that same man would come back again in a few days. It was the strangest thing; she got so many calls some of the other girls began to get jealous of her and were so nasty to her she finally left. I bet you there were men coming here asking for her for six months after she had gone, and they never would take another girl when we told them she wasn't here. So you see, she concluded, smiling, "I'm not any worse then some of you men. It feels good, and I like it."

"A nice soft tongue would feel still better." I ventured.

"It might, at that," she commented pensively, after a moment's silence, "sometime …"

In this moment there came a sudden knocking at the door, and from the other side, the voice of the mistress of the establishment calling on Josephine to hurry, as there was a crowd in the parlor, and all the girls were needed.

Inasmuch as I had already exceeded by far the time I was entitled to occupy Josephine there was nothing for me to do but disgustedly put on my hat and coat and depart.

It was about eight-thirty and as I wandered down the street, wondering how to most enjoy-ably spend the evening with the small capital in my possession, I saw a train with the sign "Wonderland" approaching, and acting on the impulse of the moment, I ran out and boarded it.

Wonderland was an amusement park situated on the outskirts of the city. Here were cheap shows, skating rinks, carousels, and an infinity of catch-penny devices. On holidays, Saturdays and Sundays, the place was well patronized, but there never was much activity on week nights, although many of the concessions remained open. It was reputed to be a fine place to "pick up" girls, although at this moment, I had no other thought in mind than to kill an hour or two of time agreeably.

When we reached the park 1 1 got off, paid the small entrance fee; and went inside. Pew of the entertainment features were operating but here and there were signs of activity with barkers, pitchmen and touts shouting their wares or extoling the qualities of the entertainments. I idled along, indifferent to their supplications, ?or I had on previous occasions seen about all there was to be seen.

Prom a distant section came the strident, but not unmusical notes of a mechanical organ, operating in conjunction with a merry-go-round, and towards the source of this music I wended my way. Under a blaze of colored lights, to the tune of "Sweet Rosie O'Grady" tigers, giraffes, lions, horses elephants and other gayly painted members of the animal kingdom were flying around in dizzy circle, rising and falling with mechanical precision in what was supposed to

be the equivalent of wild flight.

As I watched them flashing by on their never ending journey something caught my eye which instantly awakened more than merely passing interest. This something was a girl of thirteen or fourteen, sitting astride a ferocious tiger which, with uplifted, menacing claws, swayed backward and forward, as it whirled about the course. The object of my interest was out of sight almost before I had gotten more than a brief glimpse of her, but brief as it was it was sufficient to hold me there for further contemplation.

A mass of yellow curls bobbed up and down with the swaying of the feline steed and with each downward movement a short dress billowed up in the air displaying a generous expanse of flesh above the top of her hose.

I watched this seductive bit of feminity with increasing interest till the contrivance on which she was diverting herself came to stop and she clambered down, displaying further expanses of flesh and panties as she swung her leg over the back of the wooden effigy. Departing through the narrow exit, she ambled down a passage between two rows of ring throwing and other swindle schemes with me close at her heels and watching covertly over my shoulder, to see whether there were any parents or older com-

panions in the background. I saw nothing to indicate that anyone besides myself was interested in her movements, and as she paused to inspect a display of knick-knacks in a window I sidled up to her and murmured in her ear: "Having a good time, cutie?" -She looked me over appraisingly and with but brief hesitation replied:

"Not very. Nearly everything's closed up." 'Tike to take a ride on the roller coaster?" "Sure I" was the succinct and satisfactory reply-Something about this girl's appearance and the matter of fact way in which she accepted my invitation, told me that I had a live one. As we made our way to the coaster an adroit question or two extracted the information I was most interested in, namely that she was alone. She lived but a short distance from the park, and was in the habit of coming by herself, to spend an hour or two in the early evening. x Carefully I sized her up, and the inspection tended to confirm my first estimate. Despite her baby face, there was something in her eyes which denoted sophistication. The dress she wore was extremely short, and displayed too well a pair of round, mature legs sheathed in glistening black silk stockings, a luxury common enough now, but rather unusual for young girls at that time. She

also had on high heeled French slippers, something still more unusual for extremely young misses.

When w« reached the entrance to the coaster, I invested in a sufficient number of tickets to carry us around the track four times. The device in question commonly denominated as the "Russian Mountains" was an inclined track which ascended to an elevation of some height. Little three seated cars were drawn up this track, and permitted to descend a winding course under their own momentum. It was extremely popular with young couples, and it was quite permissible for a gentle-manto put his arm around his companion, as an assurance of protection when the cars shot down the steep incline which gave initial impetus and velocity to the journey. Moreover there were several enclosed sections constructed in the form of dark tunnels, located at convenient intervals along the course. Under cover of the darkness so provided warm lips could be discreely kissed, and if the circumstances were favorable, caresses of a still more intimate nature might be indulged in. Naturally, I had all this in mind when I suggested a ride on the coaster.

A scarcity of customers that night resulted in our obtaining the exclusive occupancy of a car designed ordinarily to accommodate three couples. As we slowly ascended the steep in-

cline, I put my arm around my companion's waist. When the car searted down the straightway, gathering velocity with every second, she squeezed up to me, with the customary simulation of fright

The first time around I contented myself with warm kisses pressed on half parted willing lips in the darkness of the tunnels and caverns as we speeded through.

As we started on the second trip, I raised my arm over her shoulder and let my hand rest lightly over one of her small but firm little bubbles, and as no objection was made to the contact, I ventured a bit further, and squeezed it softly.

On the third trip around, this same hand was on the inside of her bodice over her bare breast instead of on the outside. Its mate was under the hem of her short skirt lying on the smooth skin just above the top of her silk stocking- and disposed to go higher.

On the fourth and final trip the hand last referred to had deftly found its way up the inside of a panty leg and was pleasant contact with something softly hairy, warm, and very moist.

All this had been accomplished with the complete acquiescence and entire complacency of the little miss with the baby face and woman's

legs. City girls are more sensible than country girls.

When we got off the car I had such a hard-on, I wondered uneasily whether poeople wpuld notice my pants sticking out in front.

How to bring this fortuitous encounter to a satisfactory conclusion was the next problem. And, in a flash, there came to my recollection another charming feature of this amusement park which also greatly contributed to its popularity with young couples.

This feature consisted of a tiny lake where row boats were available for a shilling an hour. In the center of this lake was a small island with a bit of sandy beach and about its interior a few trees, and shrubbery. It was toward this island the boats carrying amourous couples were invariably steered and doubtless the trees thereon could have told many interesting stories of romances which had budded and come to flower beneath their discreet shadows on summer nights.

Elated I turned to my companion and suggested a ride on the lake. She was agreeable, but cautioned me that she must be home before nine-thirty, or her father would come after her. A hasty glance at my watch told me that it was then almost nine-thirty, but unscrupulously, I told her there was plenty of time. We hurried accross the park grounds to the lake, and under

a string of lights hanging above a floating platform to which were anchored several dozen row boats I made the necessary monetary arrangements for the use of one of them.

The boatman winked knowingly at me as I helped my little friend to seat herself. Seizing the oars, I quickly had the small craft skimming over the water. The moon was in first quarter, softly illuminating the scene and a circle of electric lights around the lake twinkled brightly and were reflected back from the velvet surface of the water, I saw with inward satisfaction that there were no other boats out and unless some couple was already at the island we would have it to ourselves. I circled it once and found that, as I had hoped, it was unoccupied.

"Shall we rest a little while on the sand?" I insinuated softly.

"If you want to!" she answered, with a sly smile.

A bit of maneuvering and I quickly had the prow of the boat close against the sandy shore. I jumped out, pulled the small craft up on the beach, and assisted my companion out.

We sat down on the sand. I knew from what she had said about being home early, that we had no time to loose. Placing an arm around her I drew her down so that her head was resting on my lap. I bent over her and as I covered

her mouth with mine I slipped a hand under the edge of her dress, and up between her legs. And a moment later one of my fingers was in-sided the temple.

The road had apparently been traveled already.

"You'e had it before, haven't you, cutie?" I murmured.

"Yes!" she replied shortly, her legs twitching under the effect of my fingering, "Lots of times"

"Who .'. . ?"

"Oh, some boys I know!"

When I put my hand between this girFs legs, I had first inserted a finger in her vegina to see whether the way was "open" and after assuring myself on this point, I withdrew it, and felt for her clitoris, with the intention of exciting it. I found, to my surprise that it was a great deal larger than that of any female I had previously manipulated. Also it was of a different shape. Instead of being a small elongated ridge it was conical in shape and stood up seemingly half an inch or so. Under my touch it became perceptibly firmer. It was like a diminutive little cock and it seemed to me the tip of it must project out between the upper lips of her cunt. Its likeness to a little cock was further apparent as I continued to finger it, for it pulsed and throbbed to the touch, standing out harder and

firmer. Absorbed in this unusual phenomena, I prolonged my digital examination, touching, squeezing, and feeling until my companion, frantic at the extended manipulation, exclaimed:

"I can't stand any more of that! Hurry up and let's do something!''

I straightened up and glanced out over the water. There was still no signs of other boating parties on the lake but the possibility that-some might arrive at an inopportune moment suggested prudency.

"L‹et's go back behind those bushes," I suggested, "so that if anyone comes, they won't see us."

"All right!" she agreed, and jumped to her feet.

We retired to the relative seclusion of a clump of vegetation not far away, and which offered aslight shield from possible observation, there, raising her dress and holding it tucked under her chin, she began unfastening her panties.

As she fingered what seemed to me an interminable number of buttons, I dropped my knees and endeavored to assist in the operation.

Freed, finally, the garment fell to her feet and she kicked it to one side, at the same time twisting the lower part of her dress around her waist. It was a pretty picture, which revealed by the subdued light of a crescent moon as she stood there with her bottom, thighs and legs down to the tops of her silk stockings exposed to my eager eyes.

I was still on my knees before her, when yielding to a sudden impulse, I pressed my mouth to the exposed surface of her stomach, below her navel. The skin was so refreshingly cool and smooth that for some moments I continued ot caress it. Then I became aware of the contact of the softest and finest of silken hair against my chin. And with it came the sudden realization that this was a golden opportunity to try something which had long intrigued my fancy, a rare and precious opportunity, dropped right into my lap by the Gods of chance and good fortune.

My heart leaped with excitement, and without wasting a moment in speculation or deliberation I slipped my arms around her naked bottom, drew her closer, and … pressed my mouth right over her moist little cunt.

As I did so, I felt her hands on my head, trying to push me away.

"What are you trying to do!" she gasped.

But my tongue was already inside the valley.

Up and down between the wet lips it raced pausing finally to centralize its caresses over and around the * odd, tit shaped clitoris. And, as when I had petted it, it responded by stiffening

out and increasing in size. I felt it throb violently each time my tongue passed over it, and my own cock began to jump in sympathy.

I stopped licking it, and getting the tip between my lips commenced to suck it.

" Don't do that!" she gasped again, but there was a strange disparity between her words and actions, for now, instead of trying to shove me away her fingers were entwined in my hair, and she was pulling me to her and at the same time had arched her body forward.

"Don't do … ah! Oh! Ohr! like that! Oh that feels nice! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't stop! Don't atop "

This clamor aroused me to a perfect frenzy, and I redoubled my efforts, intending to make her have orgasm once this way as quickly as I could, and afterwards, put something bigger and stiffer than my tongue into her.

Suddenly I felt the muscle of her thighs tense, her clutch on my head tightened, I sensed some-hing wet and stricky dripping from my lips and chin, something which seemed to react on my own sensibilities, and before I could rip open the front of my trousers ejaculation was on me and the semen running down inside my clothing.

About this same moment, my companion's legs gave way beneath her, we were in a confused tangle of bodies on the ground, with her on top. We lay still for a few moments panting, and when I recovered from the effects of my involuntary orgasm, I ruefully squeezed out the last few drops from my now willing scepter of pleasure and wiped it off wth my shirt .tail-She pulled her dress down over her naked bottom and stoop up.

"Hurry up!" she urged, "it must be nine-thirty, and my father will come after me."

"Gee! I wanted to do it once the regular way before we went back!" I protested.

She glanced uncertainly at something which was hanging limply and flacidly from my unbuttoned trousers.

'Your tiddie-widdie is all soft now. It won't go in that way. Will it get hard again?"

"Yes, if we wait a few minutes. It's still early."

"Well … if it doesn't take too long. Maybe I can make it get hard by jiggling it!"

Extending her hand she took the lethargic piece of flesh between her fingers and began to work the foreskin back and forth in an effort to restore its erectile inclinations.

She continued patiently, and in a few minutes I began to feel the first pleasant glow of awakening virility.

"Look!" she giggled, "It's getting fatter already! I do this to my brother sometimes. He

likes it. I sneak in his room in the morning before he gets up. He pretends to be sleep, and I jiggle it until that white stuff squirts out!"

If anything had been lacking to quickly elevate my cock from its still rather sonomulent and recumbent position this opportune and disingenuous confidence fulfilled the requirement.

In instant response to the aphrodisiacal picture her words evoked it straightened out in turgid erection.

Spreading my coat out to protect her bottom from the rough ground'I placed myself between her arched knees and a moment later, to the accompaniment of tremulous sighs and other expressions of delectation on her part, my cock was sliding back and forth between the tight folds of the mysterious domain which babies struggle to get out of and men pass most of their lives trying to get back into.

Resting my weight upon my hands on the ground, I looked down into the flushed face below. Her distended eyes and gasping breath told me that she was close to orgasm, and when a second later her legs flew up to clasp themselves across my back and her arms tightened around my neck I drove in the few final thrusts which were necessary to complete our mutual ecstasy.

Slowly I picked myself up from the ground.

We dusted and straightened out our disordered clothing, and returned to the boat.

No sooner had my companion seated herself than she arose again to exclaim in dismay:

"My panties! I forgot to put them back on!"

So back we went to where they were lying in solitary abandon, and as she stepped into them, I struck a match and glanced at my watch. It was exactly eleven o'clock.

"It's after nine-thirty now, isn't it?" she inquired anxiously.

"A little." I admitted.

Again we returned to the boat and were soon gliding shoreward.

"Did you like it … I mean that first way?" I asked, as I pulled at the oars.

"Oh, it was just wonderful! Nobody ever did that to me before" she added, giggling, "That's the way the French do it, isn't it? A boy wanted to do it to me once, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't know it felt so good."

"Well, we'll do it again some time, if you want to. Ylou can meet me at the park, and we'll get a boat again."

"All right! And the next time you do it to me that way … "

The phrase was never finished for as we approached the boat landing, the figure of a man detached itself from the shadows and came toward US-

"I'll bet that's my father!" she whispered uneasily.

A moment later she exclaimed:

"Why, it's my brother! They've sent him after me. Don't tell him we were at the island! If he asks you tell him we were just rowing around on the lake!"

Disturbed by her evident alarm I slowly guided the boat up to the anchoring platform. As she stood up to get out the brother, apparently a chap of about my own age, stepped up and exclaimed angrily:

"Where have you been all night?"

Without wainting for an answer, he seized her by the arm and glaring ferociously at m#, hustled her off.