Red Cloak of Abandon (9 page)

given your body joy from the females lower lips?” Pausing, Madame

DeJonge looked at them. “Ah, I see you
have
felt between your thighs.

Have you touched ziss place and made it weep zee pleasure?”

Affinity was taken by surprise from watching Madame DeJonge’s

fingers lightly tracing over the mounded sinew on Sebastian’s chest, and

she, as all her friends found herself blurting out, “Yes.”

“Excellent,” Madame DeJonge said, “Then, all of you know how

you
want to be touched and caressed. Perhaps, you dream how you wish

a man would put his breath on your skin, or his mouth, or zee lick of his

tongue. Men have zee same pleasure and dreams. Do you see?” Madame

DeJonge asked, as she stroked lower over the obvious bulge in

Sebastian’s breeches. “Just speaking of ziss has aroused our beautiful

Sebastian.”

Affinity saw Diversity waving her napkin in front of her face as she

sucked in her own heated breath. The long outline beneath the black of

Sebastian’s breeches was impressive looking, and while Madame De-

Jonge stroked the projecting length, the tanned-skinned and lightly

ridged muscles in Sebastian’s belly tighten visibly to show six well-

defined ribs of sinew.

“Ziss ess the essences,
mon
ladies. The shaft of a man’s passion. A

woman who worships ziss freely has her gentleman’s desire captured. I

instruct all my ladies to love ziss with abandon.”

“But h-how?”Affinity asked, clearing her throat with a catch.

“I could do ziss now with Sebastian’s lovely cock? Or I have another

way. It ess important to
love
a man’s cock, cherie. Zee woman must

adore it with her hands, her lips, her mouth, her tongue, zee breath . . . her

sex . . . and her bottom.”

“It is called a
cock
then?” Diversify asked.

“It is called many-many things, zee cock, zee dick, zee penis, prick,

or
en bitte
as they say in French,” Madame DeJonge replied.

“A dong,” Sebastian added suddenly, in his deep voice.

“Oui,
your favorite, I am certain,” Madame DeJonge said to Sebas-

tian, obviously squeezing his personal “dong” to the flattening of

Sebastian’s lips. Then, Madame DeJonge’s fingers patted his penis

several times, as she said, “Now hand me zee satchel and sit beside me,

Sebastian. I can see zee ladies are not quite ready for zee sight of your

lovely cock.”

Affinity tried to become alarmed again about the satchel, however,

her senses were distracted by the undertow of arousal thrumming through

her body. She watched Sebastian hand the satchel to Madame, and then

Madame DeJonge’s gloved fingers were opening it.

“Have any of you ladies heard of a
godemiché
before?” Madame

DeJonge asked, reaching into the satchel. Affinity’s laden mind tried to

place the French phrase without any success as she watched Madame

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DeJonge pulling a long black object out of the satchel. “Ziss means

leather shaped, like zee penis,
oui?”

They all gasped in varying degrees of wonder as Madame DeJonge

stroked the leather padded and rather large penis-shaped object. “I have

one of these for each of you at a small extra fee,
oui?”

Affinity nodded rather stupidly, agreeing, she imagined. She had no

idea anything like this existed, and if she had not seen Law’s real one, she

would say the size and length of the
godemiché
was unbelievable.

“You will each take one of these, then and I will instruct you how to

stroke it,
oui?”
Madame DeJonge said enticingly.

It could have been a comedy, four proper ladies, sitting in a front

parlor, with a “real” madame, and each stroking
godemichés.
However,

they were all quite serious about the need to learn, and then strangely the

entire encounter was becoming arousing.

“Circle zee base firmly with your fingers snug around.” Madame

DeJonge demonstrated with her own example. “Stroke zee cock to zee

top, skimming over zee head like so.” All eyes were on her hand. “Now

tightened your fingers and slide back down zee shaft.” As Madame

DeJonge watched their attempts, she kept talking. “Now you must do ziss

many times, and as you stroke your lover, zee cock, you will slowly

begin to increase your stroking. You will start at zee small pace and move

faster as your gentleman gets more excited.”

Sebastian shifted and his bent legs opened wider as though he could

not hold them closed, with Madame DeJonge glancing sideways at him,

patting his thigh.
“Oui,
Sebastian?” she asked.

“Spit,” he answered in a rather husky-roughened voice.

“Oui,”
Madame DeJonge acknowledged, turning her gaze to their

industrious stroking methods. “Men love earthy,
mon
ladies, zee sweat,

la blanc
, zee juices that flow from our bodies, and as Sebastian reminds

me zee spit.” Madame DeJonge shifted slightly sideways in her seat so

everyone had a good view. “You can wet your palm slowly with your

tongue, enticing your gentleman as you do,
oui.
Then, take zee liquid

back to zee cock and lubricate it . . . Another way ess to wet zee cock with

your mouth and tongue and ziss brings us to another way to stroke a man

. . . Zee male cock
sucking
, and ladies, I say ziss here, that your mamas

would
never
tell you. Ziss ess a man’s
favorite
request at my salon and

you must always take zee seed that is ejaculated into your mouth.”

“Swallow,” Sebastian added, in a near male purring.

Then, suddenly Brevity’s
godemiché
toppled out of her fingers

landing with a clatter on the polished wood flooring at her feet.

“Senorita,” Sebastian said, immediately rising to go and pick up the

leather penis. However, Brevity was bowing over and reaching forward

for it at the same time, so that their heads knocked lightly. Sebastian

grasped her hand, steadying her, as he brought the lengthy artificial penis

up between them. “Let me help you, sweet,” he said lowly with his brown

eyes shining.

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“Is this the
true
ssize?” Brevity asked, seemingly caught in the

moment with Sebastian kneeling before her.

“For some men, yes. For me, Senorita, it is—,” Sebastian paused,

then he added quite by all their surprise, “Longer.”

“Oui
, our Sebastian is
un étalon!
” Madame DeJonge, proclaimed.
A

stallion,
Affinity translated the French word in her mind as Madame

DeJonge continued on. “And most men are not ziss. Six or seven inches

ess most common.”

“How
on earth do you get that into your mouth?” Diversity, blurted.

Both Madame DeJonge and Sebastian laughed, and it was not an

ungenerous sound of ridicule, but true delight. Then, Sebastian settled

slowly onto the floor next to Brevity’s skirt-covered feet as he handed the

godemiché
fully into her small hands.

Madame DeJonge waved her gloved hand, “It can be done, cherie,

but more often we pretend enthusiastically that we are taking more than

we are.” Sebastian cleared his throat, raising a questioning glance at her

and Madame DeJonge laughed, saying, “You are learning also
nes pas
,

Sebastian?”

“Apparently so,” he said, nodding his dark head slightly.

Madame DeJonge countered. “Well, darling, can you remember any

woman taking your full
en bitte
into their mouths, over and over on each

stroke.” Sebastian started to answer, but Madame DeJonge raised her

hand to him, and finished saying, “Or did you even care they might not

be, because you were in such bliss, darling?”

Instead of looking at Madame DeJonge to answer, Sebastian looked

up at Brevity and answered. “Bliss,” he said deeply. “I realize now

through the bliss, I never noticed that not one has taken my entire dong

into their mouths, stroke after stroke.”

Brevity gasped, of course they all did, each in varying degrees of

rising sexual turmoil. Some of them confused that the very thought of

taking a man’s cock into their mouth could be arousing in the first place.

But not Affinity, she knew the thought was climatically arousing. She

just needed to know how!

“Show
us
please,
Madame DeJonge,” Affinity found herself plead-

ing softly.

Madame DeJonge smiled at her. It was a knowing smile, but it had

hints of kindness in it. “You have zee most need. I already felt ziss. You

have someone in mind,
oui?”
Affinity nodded. “Then, cherie, take your

godemiché
and lick your tongue slowly over zee head in circles, while

stroking zee base firmly.”

Affinity looked down at her
godemiché
with her mouth suddenly

watering. Her need was so great that no perceived shame could over

shadow it. She pretended in her mind that she might be alone for a

moment to embolden herself. Then, she lapped her tongue outward and

over the head.

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“Feel for zee slit, then feel zee rim with your tongue, cherie,”

Madame DeJonge encouraged.

“Never
have I seen anything more erotic,” Sebastian said suddenly

in a husky whisper.

Affinity barely heard Sebastian’s awe. She was too entranced with

the feel of the
godemiché
beneath her tongue, with the shape of the wide

bullet head and the smooth texture gliding beneath her tongue. Amazing-

ly, the
godemiché
was anatomically correct. There was a slit embedded

where she knew it to be and the rim had a notched V underneath. The feel

of it stretching her lips and rubbing the tender inner reaches of her mouth,

awoke new feelings inside her for more contact, more stretching, feeling

and rubbing deep in her mouth.

Madame DeJonge’s instructions, sounded hushed, and seemed to

come to her in slow motion. “Lick zee rim underneath. Press zee head in

your mouth slowly. Suckle. Stroke ziss base. Faster. Deeper.
Oui, Oui,”

Madame DeJonge exclaimed, and clapped her hands, jolting Affinity out

of her mesmerizing endeavor. “You see, and some of ziss strokes into

your mouth you have taken zee cock to zee base and they never know it

ess not each time.”

Affinity released the
godemiché
from her mouth, barely able to

believe what she had done—and in the presences of others. But, bless her

friends, and then especially Caprice for her empathy.

“Oh
, and can we use the
godemiché
on ourselves?” Caprice asked

excitedly, breaking Affinity’s embarrassed tension at her outlandish

carnal display with a provocative question that fit the situation.

“Of course,” Madame DeJonge nodded. “But, if you are zee virgin,

you will want to be very careful. You should not take zee
godemiché

more than three inches inside, or your mamas will be so very angry if you

lose your precious virginity.”

Then, the afternoon wore on with intimate instructions of French

kissing, clitoris and pussy licking, fortification and the different positions

used. Their knowledge grew as their vocabulary expanded also, so that

copulation became “fucking,” their sex was called pussy or cunt, and a

male’s seed was called “come.” Such heady words, earthy sounding, but

now they knew their actions. So much intimacy, so much extraordinary

knowledge and frankly so much arousal, left all of them, save perhaps

Madame DeJonge and Sebastian, dazed.

Madame DeJonge, who was ever the business woman, sold them the

godemiché’s,
and a creamy lubricant used for sexual purpose, and tins of

French condoms. She also said discreetly, should any of their friends be

interested in instructions such as this, she would be available for the same

fee. Then, she also suggested that they could see
all
of Sebastian’s

anatomy for a soaring fee and double that, they could practice their newly

formed skills upon him . . . in privacy of course!

Affinity declined for all of them. Somehow, it seemed that paying

for such intimacy made it feel involuntary, as though taking from Sebas-

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tian something he would not give freely. Brevity in particular appeared

quite relieved as she caressed a strand of Sebastian’s hair without him

realizing it.

Then, the most amazing afternoon was over and Madame DeJonge

and Sebastian were taking their leave. “I might not have agreed had you

not treated me with ziss generosity of spirit and respect that you did,”

Madame DeJonge said. “Zee tea was very beautiful.”

Affinity thanked Madame DeJonge, while noticing Sebastian bow-

ing over Brevity’s hand, kissing it, and when he rose he leaned forward

to whisper something in her ear. Then, Sebastian and Madame DeJonge