The Pleasure Chateau: The Omnibus (27 page)


Sinbad's father was out most of the day, for he liked to meet friends in local cafés, and to talk politics and machismo to his friends. As Sinbad was provided for, he spent much of his time working on his columnar muscle, inexhaustibly fisting his prize and cultivating fantasies which kept him hard all day. Such was his expertise in methods of ejaculation that he grew adept at writing with his semen as he came. He soon found himself tracing out actual names with his come, and the word Nicole glittered and solidified on his bedroom wall.


Nicole too was bored, and with the exception of having girlfriends over for coffee, stayed in her bedroom most of the day, reading, or as Sinbad surmised from her attention to detail, making up. His father paid little attention to his wife's feline mystique, and Sinbad began to track Nicole's constricted walk, whenever he encountered her in the house. Sometimes he would stand outside her bedroom door and inhale the perfumed sensuality which hung outside as an erotic signature to her curtained den.


Early one afternoon, after his father had gone off to his usual bar, Sinbad heard a note being slid under his door. The folded piece of paper was of course from Nicole, and she asked if Sinbad would come to her room to assist her in replacing a light bulb which seemed to resist its fixture.


When Sinbad knocked on her door, there was a playful flurry in Nicole's voice, which suggested that he had caught her in a state of undress. She giggled with exaggerated femininity, told him to come in, and before there was time for her to slip on a black kimono, Sinbad caught the delicious rear view of Nicole in impossibly sheer panties. "I was just changing," was her immediate excuse. "I've got to go out and meet a friend."


Sinbad's abnormally volatile erection was already signalling at his belly-button, and climbing up from there to his thoracic cavity.


Nicole sat down on the bed, pointed to the bedside lamp as the offending item, and taking out her compact proceeded to apply a burgundy-coloured lipstick. Sinbad busied himself investigating a standard lamp fixture, and felt the force in his penis rise with laval pressure. Within minutes he was biting at Nicole's perfumed mouth, while her dark red fingernails began to run up and down his cock with the persistence of a delicious irritant.


But Sinbad knew that there was no way in which Nicole could accommodate his impacted width. He could feel the desperate frustration in her pleading to be fucked. He knew from her undulating movements that she would like to be spread across the bed and walked up and down on all fours. Already her tongue was flickering over his prepuce like shock-waves of current.


If Nicole was staggered by his totemic size, then she expressed no sense of recoil from her task. Her small red mouth worked its way up from the base to the head of his cock with a mountaineer's sense of arriving at the summit. Then she would stay there right on the peak, coaxing the head with her tongue like somebody polishing an apple. When she performed this circular motion Sinbad would be ecstatically vocal in his appreciation of her expertise. As he felt his torrential orgasm rise, so Sinbad eased himself away from Nicole's lips and astonished her by writing her name in nacreous glitter across the near wall.


Orgasm brought no appreciable loss of size to Sinbad's erection. On the contrary it set off a chain reaction in him to want to keep on coming. Nicole slipped out of her kimono, unhooked her black bra and lay face down on the bed beside him. The sight of her convexly proportioned bottom still windowed through sheer panties had Sinbad propose to give her oral gratification; but Nicole turned down his suggestion, and seemed inwardly engaged in trying to figure out how to make their two bodies fit.


Sinbad's pythonic muscle stood alert as Nicole hurriedly traced out geometric sketches on a notepad. But whatever the configurative possibility she sketched, there appeared to be little chance of making it into a palpable reality. Size was the prohibitive factor she conceded, and lay back on the bed, her legs arched and open.


Inspiration came to them both simultaneously. It occurred to Nicole that if Sinbad was first to wind his cock round her waist, and then tuck it in at the back and pull it forward, some of the blood flow to the mains would be restricted and entry would be facilitated by reduced girth.


Nicole tweaked the elastics of her panties down from her hips and over her ankles, and left the garment provocatively suspended from her right foot. She lifted Sinbad's triggering member, and wound it once around her waist, knotted it in the small of her back, threaded it under her bottom, and then turned it round to face both orifices. True to imagining both the knot and the circular loop reduced the intractable blood supply to Sinbad's penis. It suddenly seemed a real possibility that he would be able to accommodate both apertures. "Try," Nicole whispered, "I'm aching for you, cheri."


Sinbad weighed his reduced penis in his hand with loving attention to detail, inchingly moved forward, placed the head in position and drove his stiff, still-formidable volume into Nicole's sex. Nicole's eagerness had her open to receive the tight fit on which she pivoted, and the two began to beat out a rhythm on the bed. It was the first time that Sinbad had entered someone, and the excitement of finding himself inside Nicole had him push hard for her interior. Nicole's legs sprung an elastic arch over her head, as Sinbad began to regulate the beat of their lovemaking. Sinbad who was in the process of losing his virginity delighted in the wall to wall friction he experienced inside Nicole. Nicole's first orgasm was gutturally protracted, her voice achieving high notes as an ecstatic commentary on her lover's increasingly confident prowess. Clearly denied sex by her husband, Nicole's vocal response to Sinbad's rigidly authoritative cock encouraged him to experiment with both passages. Nicole's violently pleasurable affirmations let him know that whatever he did to her was good.


After an hour's flexible lovemaking, Nicole's fatigue was evident and Sinbad knelt back from her intending to withdraw. But there was a problem. As Sinbad's excitement showed no signs of abating, so his swollen penis remained locked inside Nicole's vagina. Her muscles which had tightened round Sinbad's extraordinary girth wouldn't unclench. The two lovers were joined to each other, and neither could find a means of working free.


Hours went by without a remedy suggesting itself, other than that of occasional hysterical laughter. When they heard a key turn in the front door lock, they knew that the sea captain had returned. Both huddled towards each other, terrified of the possible outcome of having been caught together. The situation was an impossibly embarrassing one. Nicole was still sitting on Sinbad's engorged cock when they heard slow deliberate steps mounting the stairs and a fist drum a loud tattoo on the bedroom door.


"I'm home darling," the voice called out as a prelude to Sinbad's father entering the room. To Sinbad's astonishment, and no less to Nicole's open-mouthed incredulity, the captain was neither angry nor hurt. He stood in the middle of the room collapsing into himself with period bursts of laughter, while the lovers did their best to explain their unenviable predicament.


As though emphasizing the unnatural sense of elation he was experiencing at their expense, the captain retrieved Nicole's flimsy panties from the bed, and twirled them round on his finger.


"Now I'm free to go with boys," he exclaimed. "I had hoped all along that the two of you would become lovers, and so relieve me of onerous marital duties." He laughed again. "We've all been hiding," he said, "and now things are finally out in the open. I can get on with my life and the two of you with yours, and we'll stay under one roof. But first of all I should call a doctor..."


And so it was that Sinbad came to have an operation to reduce the impractical size of his cock. He settled for nine inches, and while he no longer decorated his member with rhinestones and tattoos, his size was exemplary in terms of pleasuring Nicole. The captain too benefited by growing more youthful, and the air of oppressive secrecy which had previously coloured his movements was now brightened by a sense of having come out. The captain had a young Algerian houseboy move in with him, and it was part of the boy's domestic routine to paint everyone's toenails in the evening. The ritual would take place after dinner. Nicole chose to have her toenails painted black, Sinbad blue, and the captain elected a classic Chanel scarlet. In time the ritual extended to the making up of genitalia, and Nicole chose to have her vulva painted violet, the captain settled for a bright red tip to his cock and Sinbad opted for a silver glitter which gave a space-helmet effect to his always tumescent penis. Colourful applications of make-up and body art came to be a prominent feature in the captain's household. The houseboy was called Mohamed, and apart from serving as a cook and general domestic, he was sent to school to learn computer skills.'

Nina broke off her narration briefly to fit herself more fully on Donatien's straining lap. He had slipped a hand down the back of her silk panties, and his fingers cupped her right buttock. Marciana was sitting serenely distracted by the story, and signalled with
her eyes for Nina to continue.

'Mohamed soon became attracted to Sinbad, and his designs were clearly erotic. As Nicole's days varied little in following the familiar pattern of her spending much of the day in her bedroom making up, and reading novels, so Mohamed and Sinbad would sit downstairs and converse over coffee in the kitchen. The captain maintained his routine of distributing his time between the cafés and bars he pa
tronised.


One morning Mohamed risked his position in the household by coming up to Sinbad from behind, and caressingly placing his hands over Sinbad's alert cock. That Sinbad's cock immediately triggered by way of response was an invitation to Mohamed to follow a line up from Sinbad's waist to his nipples. His fingers stayed there satelliting the sensitive areolas. Sinbad could feel Mohamed's erection moulding itself to the divide in his buttocks. It was a pressure he hadn't known before, and he realised instantly that what it was pleasurable to do to a woman, it would be equally gratifying to experience as a man. He felt his libido orchestrated in a new way, and offered no objection to Mohamed's delicate fingers finding and taking Sinbad's cock into his mouth with the facility of a CD drawer closing on the disc.


Sinbad relaxed into the glutinous rhythm of being sucked. Mohamed was attentive to every nerve running like frets from the frenulum of Sinbad's penis. His tongue brought hidden chords to the surface, and Sinbad's pleasure was communicated by his driving deeper into Mohamed's accordion-squeezed mouth. Both men were so ecstatically concentrated into the experience that they didn't hear Nicole come downstairs in her stockinged feet and enter the kitchen.


Nicole was dressed in her bra, suspenders, panties and stockings. Her sultry, femme-fatale bedroom-air emphasized by her state of undress brought a cloud of Chanel into the kitchen. Before the two men had time to look out, she had taken up a cross-legged position on the kitchen table.


"I hope you'll both save some for me," Nicole said, before bursting into laughter. "And now that you've paired off, I'm free to bring Annie into my life."


So it was that by the evening, and to the captain's evident satisfaction, Annie had joined the household. Annie was a research consultant, had black hair cut in the style of Louise Brooks, wore all black clothes, and was clearly not open to male approaches. She was withdrawn, but her eyes were playfully expressive, and it was through these that she keyboarded a specifically non-verbal participation in dialogue.


When it was time for bed, a slight uncertainty prevailed in the company as to sleeping partners. Without hesitation the captain went off with Mohamed, and Sinbad decided that it would be best if Annie shared he and Nicole's bed. But there was dispute as to who should sleep in the middle. Should Sinbad receive the favours of two women, or should Annie lie between him and Nicole, or should Nicole be the lucky one to be tended by a man and a woman? In the end they decided to alternate positions, and Sinbad found himself learning from the sensitive manner in which Nicole and Annie performed oral sex on each other. By following their methods he was able to provide both women with a pleasure they had thought exclusive to themselves. And after seeing Nicole fucked ecstatic by Sinbad, so Annie conceded in surrendering to Sinbad's indomitable penis, developing in the process a voracious appetite for orgasm.


It wasn't long before the three sleeping partners grew to speculate on the prospects of entertaining the captain and Mohamed in quintuple pleasures. Three men and two women seemed the ideal combination for total sexual adventure. The geometric multiplicity of positions...'

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