The Embassy had provided them with pleasant lodgings on Rue St. Lazare, not a great distance from the Place De l'Opera, and with all of the conveniences a young, new American wife might expect in Paris. It was an apartment, but spacious, and the other tenants seemed to be upper-bracketed Frenchmen. Paul was not discontented with the quarters… he was simply at a loss to know how to cope with this affliction that plagued his beloved Janet.
Christ, he was yet to consummate his marriage… unless he counted that first horrible night… and secretly, he was glad at least for that. Doctor Leduc had told him in Le Havre when they parted that he was still at loss, that Janet should continue with her daily treatments. Of course, they had only been in Paris one day and he had spent most of that at the Embassy, but already Janet had made up her mind not to carry on with her visits to the French physician. And she was not a person one could force into doing what she had set her mind against; he knew this from experience.
Thank God, they were able to get a maid… rather nice too. And she cooked, Paul thought, as he browsed through a copy of the New York Times he had picked up. He found himself wondering what else she might do with some skill. Damn… he couldn't go along this way forever… and here he was in Paris…
"Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in French.
She did and Paul eyed her closely, closely enough so that she would notice when she brought it. She smiled down at him as she extended the tray. She was possibly nineteen, long dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders with fine breasts and narrower, but full hips. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would gamble that she caught his dallying gaze… but in truth, he didn't know what he was doing, he was that distraught in his frustration; and he was pleased when she left for the day, taking one last, long suggestive glance toward him before she closed the door behind her.
"Darling, we're having good old fashioned American steak for dinner. Does that please you? I sent Francine on a beef hunt and the girl seems to know her business."
It was all like that, the entire evening. The music, the lying on the floor before the lighted fireplace, the wine, the sweeping her up and carrying her into the bedroom… and the inevitable…
He had decided to strip and walk into the bedroom naked… and that had done it. Thank God, he'd taken Leduc's phone number. In forty-five minutes the dapper physician had shown. And within the hour, Janet slept soundly.
"What the devil is it, Doctor? This split personality business? Or do I hold some sort of revulsion for her…?"
"M'sieu'… in these peculiar cases there is no way of knowing. The Madame should have come to my office today as I instructed. But, I see that she is an obstinate one… Nevertheless, M'sieu' Arden, I suggest your lovely wife have daily treatments from now on. Of course, the week end is upon us and I myself am going to my summer place at Dives. I try to get away as often as I can… M'sieu', may I invite you and the Madame for the week-end? There, I have my private consultation 'digs', as the British say. It is not impossible that we can make some headway with the lovely young thing, and perhaps even clear this nasty situation up…"
Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem."
"Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her there under my observation and am able to… well, a good American phrase might be, where I can privately bleed her mentally."
"You can count on it. We'll be there, Doctor."
Alone once more, Paul poured himself a cognac and slumped into a chair. Christ, he wished that Francine had not left. His rod was thumping like a separate live body, telegraphing wild, libidinous thoughts to his brain. How long he could stand this celibacy he wasn't sure, but dammit, something had to happen or he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. His groin was aching for release.
God almighty! What had happened to her? His luscious, beloved Janet! Christ, he loved her. He was tempted to go into her now while she was in the throes of Leduc's induced sleep… drugged sleep.
Drugged?
It struck him then, that when he had entered the bedroom naked she was already caught up in some sort of convulsion… clutching at her stomach with her legs drawn up and her nose runny as if she were suffering from a cold. Then had come the vomiting spasms and he had helped her to the bathroom, perspiration drenching her whole body… and it was almost as if she hadn't the slightest control over her body for she had urinated all over the bathroom floor.
Now, he thought of these things, remembering one specific chap at college who had been addicted to heroin and had tried withdrawal by himself.
Christ! He got to his feet abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, flicking on the light. There she lay, curled into a womb-like ball on her side, sleeping in a contented peace… while he staggered about with this maddening hard prick that was damned near driving him insane. Goddamn… was it possible? Janet addicted to something?
He cut the light, shaking his head and floundering back to his chair, his cock so hard his whole groin ached. Francine, Francine… if you were here right now… Damn, what was happening to him? The girl was going to marry her childhood sweetheart she had told them.
Got to get hold of myself! Got to! Janet needs me. I can't let her down. She would stand beside me. Besides… I love her! I love her!
But… Francine, if you were to walk in here this minute…!
The Doctor and Madame Leduc, when at their Paris villa, spent most of their time together in a second floor, luxurious apartment, along with their two super-bred, magnificent mastiff dogs, Vailante and his mate, Sable, beside them, a suite of rooms that the couple occupied in the most exacting privacy, inaccessible even to the servants. Its splendor was matched only by its erotic appointments in painting and sculpture, the Leducs having added to the famed collection of the late Count Leduc, the doctor's father, during their many travels throughout the world. The venereal theme was further carried out in the haremish couches and furnishings, with all wooden, ebony, and ivory appendages phallic in design. Mirrors, of course, reflecting from every conceivable angle were aplenty, and the small bar contained only aphrodisiacal concoctions blended by the doctor himself.
Leduc had designed both this apartment and the one at their summer villa near Dives after the Grande Chambre in their Palais de Plaisir, that fabulous bordello outside of Paris he had inherited from the nefarious count, and although much of the erotica were only copies of the originals he kept here, he was satisfied that his guests were more concerned with the effects achieved rather than the authenticity of the work.
Now, as he relaxed upon his favorite Roman couch, reputed to have belonged to one of the Caesars, and garbed loosely in a silkish white toga, he smiled to himself as he studied a packet of photographs depicting naked girls his wife had just handed him to examine.
"Something amuses you?" Madame Leduc questioned, a gentle smile of her own playing across her femininely handsome features. She was a tall, stately woman, almost regal in appearance, with raven-black tresses that hung to the tips of her shoulder-blades and covered her breasts when she was nakedly at leisure, and styled in a dazzling upsweep on more social occasions. Actually in her late thirties, her alabastar-like skin and her svelte, well cared for body belied the last decade of her years, while her sparkling dark eyes constantly suggested her Cyprian nature. Her husband had found her some fifteen years ago in a cheap brothel in Bordeaux where she performed the specialty of the house… fellatio on two penises simultaneously, and even though her tastes had changed somewhat, she still enjoyed the luxury of that second male organ plunged half way down her throat.
Presently, she too rested upon her favorite couch, a replica of that said to have belonged to Cleopatra – the one upon which the beautiful queen had allegedly sucked off one hundred Roman noblemen in one night – gowned in her most gossamery toga and waiting for this man who dearly loved to call her by his pet name, Meriochane, a Greek word meaning Gaper, or, "she who gapes wide for ten-thousand men."
"These are lovely creatures," said Leduc, quickly shuffling through the photos, "but nothing here can match my American beauty, ma chere. I doubt that we can use any of them. They're too… too common looking. But the American bitch… ahhh, she is going to make us a fortune."
"Did you enjoy her, Alex?" Danielle Leduc questioned, more excited with the anticipation of his relating the story of the girl's seduction rather than feeling the slightest twinge of jealousy.
"Exquisitely, ma chere, and so will you," Leduc chuckled. "But I venture you will derive greater pleasure from the young husband, Paul. He is a handsome, virile looking specimen. And of course they will both be at Dives for the week end." He tossed the photos onto a nearby table. "I see nothing there that we can use. Is our present staff fulfilling the desires of our noble clientele satisfactorily?"
"Yes, quite."
"And the young Moroccans?"
"No problems whatever, cheri," his wife assured him smilingly as she patted the great head of Vailante stretched out on the soft carpeted floor beside her.
"Ahhh, very well then, now I can relax," he sighed, rolling onto his back, his garment falling away to expose his open thighs to her where she lay, his heavy sac and limp penis catching her eye in immediate greed. "And now my lovely Meriochane, if you will see to your master's pleasure, I'll advise you as to how we are going to seduce the young Americans this week end."
Danielle Leduc didn't hesitate. Instantly, she arose, gracefully removing her toga by unfastening its shoulder catch and letting it fall with a wisp of sound to the floor. She posed in her nakedness before him, smoothing her hands over her taut, high, small firm breasts until their brownish nipples distended in the manner he preferred; then she trailed her long graceful fingers down over her stomach and hips to her strong thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky, black-hair covered mound, those same long delicate fingers slowly gliding to the soft fleshy folds of her hair-lined cunt-lips, gently spreading the still tight slit until it flowered open and she thrust her pelvis forward that he might better see the moist, coral flesh.
Leduc's cock leaped and when she saw this, Danielle moved rapidly toward him, climbing between his legs on all fours and quickly taking his semi-flaccid tool in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat.
The doctor laughed, knowing his wife's insatiable desire to have a limp prick harden in her gullet. Abruptly, she commenced to purr in kittenish fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock began to swell and fill her pharynx. It was a delightful sensation and he knew no one who could perform it as well as she.
Her continual swallowing caused her throat muscles to milk his prick in a manner that even the tightest of educated cunts could not equal, and the length of her tongue laving the underside of his shaft while its tip taunted the base of the member and a portion of his balls was the ultimate of pleasurable fermentations.
From the floor where he lay, Vailante's great ears stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side, little whines escaping him as he looked directly at his mistress's round up-thrust, buttocks facing him. And as the animal watched, Danielle began to waggle her hips as she hummed and purled hungrily, her husband's heavy, now rigid and throbbing cock, vibrating and nearly reaching into her belly.
The hot breath from her nostrils against the pubic hair of his pelvis sent additional spasms of delight rippling through Leduc as his wife cupped his heavy sperm bloating balls in both of her hands, squeezing and manipulating them with known skill, while her throat continued to exploit his still growing prick in her effort to suck him to climax.
Suddenly, both mastiffs stood, tense and ready, awaiting their master's command, and as his wife's little whines grew in deep chested mewls, her hips gyrating salaciously in her need for fulfillment, Leduc snapped an order at both animals.
Immediately, Vailante leaped onto the couch behind his wife, mounting her with both forepaws wrapped around her hips, his hind quarters moving in close to push forward his long, thin pointed cock, while Danielle quickly thrust one hand between her legs to guide the stiff animal prick into her quivering cunt. Furiously the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid jack-hammer thrusts that would not end until he was so commanded.
Now, Sable had come alongside of Leduc who had begun to feel the unraveling movement growing deliciously in his balls, and as he patted the animal's rump she swung about thrusting her hind quarters back at him with lifted tail, and he plunged his index finger into the dog's lubricated cunt.
Sable's ears flattened, and the pure bred bitch whimpered as she skewered back onto the human digit impaling her, jerking her own hind quarters in trained rhythm… and then her master inserted a second finger… and yet a third, while her mate dug his long, swelling animal prick into the mistress' dripping, throbbing cunt.
Leduc could view it all from every angle, reflected in the strategic placement of the mirrors about the room. The salaciousness of the depraved sight caused him to shove his loins up at his wife's face and watch her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his cock as she sucked at it voraciously, while Vailante fucked into her with his growing, long animal shaft and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.
Leduc lifted his head from the couch and stared down at her lust contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. She was massaging the soft resilient skin of his testicles tantalizingly with one hand, and now she had raised her head so that her thumb and forefinger of the other hand could stroke its mighty base, as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the crown of her own head bobbing up and down below, as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Vailante relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling, cock into her with violent machinelike thrusts.
Damn, he knew how she loved that dog's magnificent rod. It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it now in the mirror, a blurred sight in its rapid pummeling, but obviously swollen to three times its normal size as it continued to plunge like a well feathered piston right up into his wife's ravenous passion-driven cunt.
Danielle sensed her husband's throbbing reactions and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She saw from the corner of her eye his fingers burying themselves in her Sable's quaking cunt and found herself feeling sorry that the beautiful bitch could not know the pleasure of a climax. She was responding from instinct alone as she did when Alex thrust his marvelous prick into her. Oh God, she was the most blessed woman in the world. With his cock in her mouth and Vailante's trained prick pounding into her seething cunt.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and again, the animal slammed into her, hard long strokes, the massive cock caressing the smooth inner walls of her vagina. The blunt tip found its mark at her cervix and pummeled it hard as it thrust deeper and deeper into her. The room was lighting up in strange colors, blinding, flashing, mingled with the electrifying shocks that were shooting through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.
She slid her hands beneath her husband's buttocks cupping them in her palms, lifting his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the growing glans furiously until Alex Leduc felt it near the bursting point as she took all of the rigid shaft as far back into her throat as was humanly possible.
He wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on. Great swirls of heat were building in the unreachable depths of his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon driven mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he was certain they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the couch pushing even further between the moistness of her lips. Then pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.
Suddenly, Sable commenced to howl in shrill, weird tones as the Doctor continued to pummel his fingers deep into the dog's hot, lubricious passage, and then Vailante took up the wailing chant while Danielle's muffled groans sent vibrations through his shaft, advising Leduc that it was time. TIME! The thought alone made him gasp. Such perfect harmony, for he too was nearly there. It was growing, growing!
Strangled noises forced their way up from his lungs through the tortured passage of his gullet. A moment now! A moment…! He was… Now! Now! NOW! He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head. He watched her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick soaring, his body straining. NOW! NOW! He emitted a long sighing moan. He felt the needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and squirt in never ending streams into her throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, swallowed greedily, sucking on and on furiously while his great load continued to spurt into her and his hands sought her head and pushed it hard at his prick.
Danielle thrust her ass back at the panting brute's superbly expanded shaft buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked at her husband's jerking prick in her throat as her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist. Her buttocks flexed to rock-hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest as the power of her body unleashed at the moment she had been waiting for.
There was no time, no space, no motion in the world, only the unbelievable pleasure of her climax, as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body… and then, too soon it was passed, Vailante's grand cudgel still jerking inside her… finally, losing its strength and slipping out of her with a hissing, slurping sound.
Gradually, Leduc's cock deflated once more in her throat, but she went on gently nibbling at it, sucking out every last drop of his sperm. Exhausted now, he gave the command and the dogs scampered back to their particular resting places. Danielle raised her head slowly, letting his penis slip from her still clasping lips… then, she slithered up over him and kissed him wetly on the mouth.
"Did I make you happy, Master?" she cooed down at him.
"Delightfully. There is no other like you, ma chere," he complimented.
"Not even the American bitch?"
"Not even Sable," Leduc said, teasing her.
Danielle turned her head so that she could see her specially trained pets. They were watching faithfully from their reclined positions, both heads held high, ears aloft. She smiled.
"You are a better fuck than most men, my Vailante," she said warmly. Then, to her husband, "Will he like this American slut, Alex?"
"Vailante, he will love her, ma chere," Leduc assured her as she rolled over beside him and reached down to fondle his limp penis lovingly. "She is young and lush and tight, the type that always brings the best performance from him."
"I do hope so," said his wife seriously. "Those poules he has been getting make him very cross. Even the young Moroccan girls no longer please him."
"It's their clitoridectomy," said Leduc. "They are not tight enough for him. So, he will love the Arden girl."
"And what of this husband of hers… Paul, I believe you said?" she questioned, her dark eyes commencing to sparkle as her husband began to stroke her breast gently, knurling the nipple between thumb and forefinger into erect hardness.
"Ahhh," he teased. "I detect a certain anxiety in my sweet wife's tone. Could it be that she's anxious to get his virile cock in her belly?"
Danielle tittered. "I won't deny it," she admitted. "I am like Vailante. It's been some time since your darling has had a real change of stud. Oh, I know, but I don't count those other dolts who come for the weekends. Vailante is twice as good as any of them." She trailed her fingers down beneath her husband's testicles, worming between his buttocks until its tip sought out his anus. "And we both know the necessity of variety in a happy marriage, don't we darling?"
"We do," Leduc agreed, raising his knees so that his back and the soles of his feet were flat on the couch, allowing his wife's finger access to his rectum. Now, he reached down to the soft velvety pubic hair covering her pelvis, and beyond to the supple, fleecy folds of her moist cunt lips wet with the dog's oozing animal sperm still dribbling out of her… spreading them and tenderly parting the inner petals enshrining her clitoris. "And you shall have that variety this week end, ma chere."
Danielle gasped as he commenced to taunt her clitoris skillfully, inserting her own finger into the rubbery, elastic opening of his anus, pressing continually forward until her hand lay flat against his hairy buttocks the way he liked it, massaging in circular motions and expanding the spongy passage to make ready for her second finger. "And you, I suppose…" she started to say then paused, gasping for breath as he rolled the erect long bud of her clitoris tightly between his fingers, "a-and you… will play games with the tight little ass of the American's wife?"
"Precisely, ma chere," said Leduc, recalling just how tight that ass really was. Of course, he was partial to that section of the anatomy anyway. "However, my aim is to initiate her just a bit further, along with enjoying my pleasures… naturally. Now, would you like me to tell you the whole story of the situation thus far?"
Danielle had arrived at the stage where her heavy breathing indicated she would be interested in little else but a bit of released tensions at this point. She never ceased to amaze him. Her recuperating powers were unbelievable, and her nymphomaniacal qualities seemingly insatiable. He smiled as he looked into her face and watched her mouth open and close in her mounting ecstasy.
"My love, one question before we get into this session," he said, never relenting from the tantalization of her warm cunt. "Our swapping young people are coming for the weekend are they not?"
"Yes, yes… oh God, please, Master. You must do something to me. Whatever, whatever… only don't make me wait any longer. I swear… I'll go out of my mind!"
Leduc made his little characteristic chuckle. "All right," he said. "I suggest you get the double dildo… hmmmm… with the eight-inch phalluses, I think."
Her ravishing eyes sparkled excitedly. "The double dildo?"
"Exactly."
"Oh marvelous!" she exclaimed. "That means my loving master wants to indulge in his favorite… a bit of sodomy, but performed on him this time. And I will enjoy that delicious rod buried in my cunt."
Leduc kissed her on the nose. "Precisely, ma chere," he said.
She encircled both arms around his neck, grinding her naked breasts tightly against him. "Alex," she moaned, "I love you so much!"