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Right of the First Night

December 2, 1962-Washington D.C. Raymond Marshall, alone and at loose ends. His colleague was consulting to a Federal Science Agency. Ray had gone along for the ride, especially to tryout his new T-bird, which was all the rage at the time, as automobiles go. With a retractable metal top, it was indeed an impressive convertible car. The bar on Pennsylvania Avenue, in which Ray found himself, was pretty deserted on that early Thursday evening-about 7 P.M. A few bar stools away sat a lone army captain, smartly uniformed. Idly Ray examined his semi-distorted reflection in the highly polished bar top. He didn't particularly care to bend the bartender's ear, who probably had heard it all from untold numbers of customers.
The Captain glanced over at Ray, "You look like you don't have a friend in the world." The captain�s friendly, smiling face was a welcome development. "Well not in Washington D. C. at least," replied Ray. He explained briefly that he was alone in D.C. until Monday morning, waiting for his colleague to finish his consultation to the government, before driving back to Chicago.
The captain responded, "A long time to do nothing. Here�s my card, which will admit you to the D. C. Army Officer�s Club. They admit civilians, as well as G.I.s. I have to run now, but I�m sure you'll find entertainment there if you avail yourself."
Ray thanked the captain, tipped the bartender after getting directions to the club. He took a cab instead of driving himself, since he didn't know his way around and in any case finding a parking place was a real nightmare. He was surprised to discover that the club was only three blocks from the parking garage of his hotel, where he had left his car.
The facade of the club looked rather nice; not too elegant but also not shabby, with a Doorman in attendance. Ray showed the doorman his newly acquired card, which provided immediate admission at no charge. The doorman volunteered, "Restaurant on the first floor-bar and dance floor on the second-live combo tonight."
A hostess seated him at a table ostensibly for four people right at the edge of the dance floor. The place was not crowded, rather well lighted for a nightclub-Thursday night was obviously not very popular. At the moment the three piece combo was taking their break, giving Ray the opportunity to survey the occupants. Almost exclusively couples, very few singles, male or female, not very encouraging. His first impression of the clientele revealed no one of interest. As his eyes swept the room more carefully he noticed two couples directly opposite him-one of the girls was a show stopper-what he could see of her, waist up. Light brunette hair, slightly wavy, slightly turned up saucy nose and very well endowed above the waist. Her face was not just pretty, but stunningly beautiful. Ray thought if the rest of her body was as good as the upper half-well words failed him.



JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 2 At that moment the combo started up a slow 1950�s dance number, unfamiliar to Ray. The girl and her escort rose to dance. Her partner appeared to be about 50, slightly paunchy of medium height. Ray watched the couple as they danced within a few feet of his table. The girl's legs were fantastic in her high heels; the sheer nylon of her stockings gleaming in the reflected stage light. Her legs were perfect, not thin, but just right-with that extra sexy appearance which cannot be precisely defined. Her waist was tiny, but not unpleasantly so. Ray could not take his eyes off of this vision of loveliness. Her full skirt ending just above her knees, rose slightly as her partner whirled her around, revealing the promise of fabulous thighs above.
The girl's eyes caught sight of Ray, she smiled at him. Ray was ruggedly handsome, 190 pounds in great shape-trim having only recently been discharged from three years of service in the U. S. Marine Corps. Quite a contrast to the appearance of the girl's escort.
The combo began a second slow number, "Till the End of Time". Ray made a B-line to the dancing couple, politely tapping her escort on the shoulder. "May I cut in, sir?� inquired Ray. With a slight nod her escort stepped back turning his partner over to Ray. Ray's pulse was racing-what luck to find such a stunning girl. He held her close, but not too close. He introduced himself, recounting briefly why he was in town. She responded that she worked for the local Washington D.C. Red Cross, that her name was Dolores and anticipating Ray's next question, that her escort was just a fellow employee, not a boyfriend or anything else. Ray thought, �How lucky can I get?�
Ray was overjoyed to put it mildly. He immediately suggested that since he was a stranger in town, it would be great if she showed him some of the fun places, Night Clubs, restaurants, etc. He explained that his car was in the hotel garage only three blocks away and that they might walk over there. Dolores readily accepted, excusing herself as she stepped over to her escort explaining that she was leaving with Ray to do the town. As they walked over to the hotel garage to pick up Ray's Thunderbird, Dolores asked Ray what kind of clubs he liked, mentioning a few. Ray told her he was especially partial to patron participation type clubs, where the show was the audience itself.
Their first stop was the Canary Club, which was a jumping place with three girl's on swings, exhibiting their legs as they swung back and forth, providing continuous titillation to the clientele. All were in short skirts, one with bare legs, another with sheer gartered nylons, while the third had her nylons rolled just above the knee. Something for every taste. Ray remarked that this was just his cup of tea. The evening was progressing smashingly as Dolores and Ray became better acquainted. After visiting several more clubs and quite a few takes later, Ray found himself saying goodnight to Dolores, thanking her for a wonderful evening. Dolores agreed to have


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 3 dinner with Ray the next evening and to continue exploring Washington D. C.'s night life. She told him that she finished work at 5 P.M., so it was agreed that Ray would pick her up at work for an early dinner before a full evening of nightclubbing.
Dolores asked if Ray would like to come in for coffee? Ray with due consideration, suggested that he take a rain-check, since it was late and she had to work the next day, which was Friday. She thanked him enthusiastically, remarking that he had turned, what promised to be a dull evening, into a fun thing, punctuating her words by giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. Ray's heart pounded at this affectionate evidence that she liked him.
He slept till noon the next day, showered, dressed and had some breakfast in the Hotel coffee shop. He noticed some beautiful Sonya roses in the Hotel flower shop. Promptly he ordered two dozen sent to Dolores at work at the Red Cross, to be delivered immediately. His card read simply, "Dolores, fantastic." Back in his hotel room he leisurely prepared for his 5 o'clock date. He cut a handsome figure, six foot two, with a trim ex-Marine physique.
At 4:45 P.M. he pulled up to the Red Cross building on MacArthur Boulevard. No parking space of course. Ray thought, "Oh well, the hell with it," pulling into a NO PARKING loading zone. "So I get a parking ticket-who cares-she's worth a dozen tickets." Entering the building entry-way, he was greeted by a pleasant if somewhat elderly receptionist. He told her he was there to pick up a girl named Dolores. He hoped there was only one Dolores, since he had completely neglected to inquire as to her last name. With a big smile of approval, the receptionist said, �You must be Mr. Roses." Apparently his roses had made quite an impression. He hoped it had the same effect on Dolores. He was directed through a large office, where eight girls were busy at their desks; none of them was Dolores. As he walked through he felt eight pairs of eyes on him, eyeing him with rapt appreciation." Dolores?" he queried. The girl nearest the exit hallway answered, "Second door on your left, room two." "Thanks," muttered Ray.
Dolores had her own office at the exit to the common office space. He knocked on her door, opening it without waiting for a reply. Smiling he said, "You said 5 P.M. and here I am. I'm glad you�re apparently the only Dolores here-I didn't even get your last name last night." Dolores greeted him with a sweet smile as she shuffled a few papers around on her desk. Ray hardly noticed his roses and their pungent scent, which permeated the room, as he gazed at the stunning vision of loveliness before him. The sight of her in a teal blue suit, brown high heeled pumps, sheer flesh colored nylons, left him breathless. Obviously she was already dressed for their date. He was glad he had dressed in a suit and tie, rather then in sloppy casual clothes. Surveying Ray's handsome form, she said, "You�re on time and I�m ready to go. What would you like to do?" Stepping close to him, she kissed him lightly on the lips, saying, "You are such a darling, thank you for the beautiful roses. I've been the envy of every woman in the place since they arrived and even more so now, that they've seen who sent them." Ray�s pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze Ray's pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze. First we have to have dinner.

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 What kind of food do you like," asked Ray. "I like all kinds of ethnic foods, especially French cuisine,� replied Dolores. "My favorite is Chez Paul." So off to Chez Paul they went. At dinner Dolores finally told Ray her last name, which was Petermister, and also a little about her family, her interests and of especial importance to Ray, that she had never really felt she had been in love. Further that she was having a great time dating a variety of men, enjoying her unattached freedom. She volunteered that she was 23 and that she had no lack of marriage proposals; she liked things exactly as they were. Her man had died of liver cirrhosis, brought on by holy waterism, when she was only aged five. She confided in Ray that growing up without a man had been a very JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 negative factor in her life. Ray noted that the subject was obviously painful, so he tactfully switched the conversation to describing his own background, 35 years of age, University professor of Biochemistry, three years of service in the Marines in World War II.
Dolores asked what he would like to do for the rest of the evening. Ray indicated he'd like to visit some interesting night spots, perhaps a little different where the patrons participated in the entertainment. He told her about two clubs he had visited in Paris, "The Crazy Horse Saloon" and the "Club Patachou," He described how the patrons at the Crazy Horse engaged in contests for bottles of champagne. The champagne bottles were suspended from a six-foot diameter iron ring, at least four feet above everyone's head. In order to win, escorts had to hoist their female dates with their legs pointing and stretching straight up in the air in order to touch one of the bottles with at least one foot. Only girls wearing skirts were allowed to participate. This was of course very popular with the onlookers, since skirts inevitably fell back to the girl's hips; often exposing nylon sheathed legs, as well as panties. Ray recalled how the guests cheered and clapped when a pretty girl exposed her panty crotch as she wiggled and strained to touch a champagne bottle with the tip of her shoe.
Dolores said it would certainly be lots of fun, but she had never heard of a club with that kind of game. She said there was Eric's Club, which could only be entered by sliding down a slide. Once in the club the only way back from the women's toilet was by way of the slide. She mentioned that there were always two attendants at the top of the slide to assist the patrons. However, they always made sure that the women's skirts were well hiked-up as they came down the slide. The prettiest girls usually arrived at the bottom of the slide with their skirts up around their waists. She added that one of her dates had told her that the biggest turn-on was when a girl came down the slide with her skirt around her waist without any panties. Ray was delighted with Dolores's candor in her descriptions.


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 5
A second club, the Village Barn, also was a. patron participation place. There the guests raced on wooden hobby horses and played a game called "Low Bar.� Each couple had to duck under a bamboo bar, which was continually lowered, until,the couples could only get under the bar by lying flat on their backs and be either pushed or pulled underneath the bar by their partner. If the bar was dislodged the couple was disqualified, although if the girl was exceptionally pretty, she would be given a second chance. The prize consisted of free takes on the house for the rest of the evening. Dolores told Ray that she enjoyed the hobby horse races most of all. These wooden contraptions rocked back and forth, making forward progress rather slowly. They were quite treacherous and easily capsized, spilling the rider on her back with her legs in the air, usually putting on quite a show. The first rider to reach the finish line also received free takes on the house for her and her escort. Only women wearing dresses were allowed to participate.
Ray thought both clubs would be great fun, so off they went to the Village Barn, since Dolores had said she liked to ride the hobby horses. When they arrived at the club it was still early, so that they were able to be seated at a table which was ring-side. As a result they had the best possible view of any future activities. Settling down with some Scotch and water, Ray remarked that there certainly wasn't much to the club-lots of tables clustered around a rather large, but nondescript dance floor with podium to one side for five or six musicians. Indeed the place did look like the inside of a barn. Dolores observed that it wasn't the decor which made the place, but the antics of the patrons. It wasn't long before the place began to really fill up. There must be something that attracted so many people, thought Ray.
To his surprise the Master-of-ceremonies came over to greet them. He remembered Dolores from a previous visit, telling her how delighted he was to see her and that he hoped she and her escort would participate in the fun and games. Dolores assured him they were ready for anything, especially the hobby horse races. Ray noticed a somewhat lustful, leering smile play across the M.C.�s face in response to her reply. Nothing much happened for an hour while everyone settled down to relax as holy wateric beverages were consumed.
At last the M.C. announced that the contest games would begin. A track hurdle with its crossbar was dragged into the middle of the dance floor, which was first swept clean with sweeping compound. Ray remarked that this was a good idea since it was a dance floor, likely to accumulate debris from the dancer's feet. The M.C. explained the game which was simple enough. Any couple successfully going under the bar as it was gradually lowered would receive free takes for the rest of the evening. If either one of the team knocked the bar down, the couple was out. The M.C. added with a leering smirk, unless of course the lady has pretty legs, in which case we'll give her a second chance. Dolores and Ray remained seated to see


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 6 exactly how things would progress. Only ten couples were allowed to compete at anyone time. Ray being a leg man was delighted by the sight of tight skirts riding up further and further as the girls had to stoop lower and lower, each time the bar was lowered another notch. Some went down on one knee, which exposed stocking tops and garters. The best part was when a girl was finally pushed under the bar by her companion, feet first, with the result that her skirt was often pulled up waist high, even exposing panties in some cases. Ray noticed the escorts somehow always managed to get the skirts of their dates up, exposing as much as possible, under the guise of being helpful.
Dolores remarked, "Shall we give it a try? You seem to be enjoying the sights." Ray took her by the hand, as they joined the third contingent of participants. Ray could not keep his eyes off of Dolores's gorgeous legs as she ducked under the bar, providing him and the spectators with a generous leg show. He was pleased that Dolores apparently enjoyed exhibiting her legs for the benefit of the onlookers. He noted that most of them were following her every move with rapt attention. She was obviously the most beautiful and sexiest of all the female participants.
At last the bar was so low, that it could only be negotiated by lying down on the floor. Dolores said, "We'll have to pull or push each other under the bar. Why don't I go first?" She lay down so that her feet were positioned just under the bar. She flattened her skirt, which resulted in the hem being pulled up several inches above her knees. Ray felt his cock stirring as he stepped around the hurdle to take hold of Dolores's ankles so he could pull her under the bar. Dolores tried to help by hunching toward him like a caterpillar, with the result that her skirt rode up above her stocking tops, exposing a narrow band of her bare thighs. She almost dislodged the bar in the process. Dolores raised her head, looking laughingly at Ray, "I better not try any more tricks like that! I'll just let you pull me through." Ray's cock was now really straining against his trousers as he took in the sight of Dolores's exposed legs. Grasping her ankles, he pulled her under the bar, exposing her sheer white panties, including her crotch, which clearly showed her pubic hair and pussy lips through the transparent material. As her dress slid waist high, the watchers shouted and clapped their approval. Dolores stood up with her skirt still waist high, only pulling it down after a breath-taking pause, giving everyone ample time to enjoy her exposed charms.
Ray flopped down on the floor, flattening his tent-like crotch as much as possible. Dolores pushed him under the bar, as he helped by carefully hunching forward. The M.C., without waiting for the next couple, declared Dolores and Ray winners! They sat down at their ring-side seat to watch other couples negotiating the hurdle, while they enjoyed the free takes provided by the house.
Ray had a raging erection from viewing Dolores's nylon sheathed legs and panties, as well as the sexy leg shows the


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 7 other female patrons where providing. An hour went by as they consumed several scotch and water take's, getting better acquainted. Ray discovered that "House of Lords" scotch was Dolores's favorite holy wateric beverage, among other useful details about her; obviously not inhibited and no prude. The bar game ended as soft music lured couples onto the dance floor. Ray's heart pounded as he danced with his lovely partner, holding her close as she nestled her head against his cheek and shoulder. Neither Dolores, nor Ray spoke as they danced, savoring each other

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS
Right of the First Night

December 2, 1962-Washington D.C. Raymond Marshall, alone and at loose ends. His colleague was consulting to a Federal Science Agency. Ray had gone along for the ride, especially to tryout his new T-bird, which was all the rage at the time, as automobiles go. With a retractable metal top, it was indeed an impressive convertible car. The bar on Pennsylvania Avenue, in which Ray found himself, was pretty deserted on that early Thursday evening-about 7 P.M. A few bar stools away sat a lone army captain, smartly uniformed. Idly Ray examined his semi-distorted reflection in the highly polished bar top. He didn't particularly care to bend the bartender's ear, who probably had heard it all from untold numbers of customers.
The Captain glanced over at Ray, "You look like you don't have a friend in the world." The captain�s friendly, smiling face was a welcome development. "Well not in Washington D. C. at least," replied Ray. He explained briefly that he was alone in D.C. until Monday morning, waiting for his colleague to finish his consultation to the government, before driving back to Chicago.
The captain responded, "A long time to do nothing. Here�s my card, which will admit you to the D. C. Army Officer�s Club. They admit civilians, as well as G.I.s. I have to run now, but I�m sure you'll find entertainment there if you avail yourself."
Ray thanked the captain, tipped the bartender after getting directions to the club. He took a cab instead of driving himself, since he didn't know his way around and in any case finding a parking place was a real nightmare. He was surprised to discover that the club was only three blocks from the parking garage of his hotel, where he had left his car.
The facade of the club looked rather nice; not too elegant but also not shabby, with a Doorman in attendance. Ray showed the doorman his newly acquired card, which provided immediate admission at no charge. The doorman volunteered, "Restaurant on the first floor-bar and dance floor on the second-live combo tonight."
A hostess seated him at a table ostensibly for four people right at the edge of the dance floor. The place was not crowded, rather well lighted for a nightclub-Thursday night was obviously not very popular. At the moment the three piece combo was taking their break, giving Ray the opportunity to survey the occupants. Almost exclusively couples, very few singles, male or female, not very encouraging. His first impression of the clientele revealed no one of interest. As his eyes swept the room more carefully he noticed two couples directly opposite him-one of the girls was a show stopper-what he could see of her, waist up. Light brunette hair, slightly wavy, slightly turned up saucy nose and very well endowed above the waist. Her face was not just pretty, but stunningly beautiful. Ray thought if the rest of her body was as good as the upper half-well words failed him.



JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 2 At that moment the combo started up a slow 1950�s dance number, unfamiliar to Ray. The girl and her escort rose to dance. Her partner appeared to be about 50, slightly paunchy of medium height. Ray watched the couple as they danced within a few feet of his table. The girl's legs were fantastic in her high heels; the sheer nylon of her stockings gleaming in the reflected stage light. Her legs were perfect, not thin, but just right-with that extra sexy appearance which cannot be precisely defined. Her waist was tiny, but not unpleasantly so. Ray could not take his eyes off of this vision of loveliness. Her full skirt ending just above her knees, rose slightly as her partner whirled her around, revealing the promise of fabulous thighs above.
The girl's eyes caught sight of Ray, she smiled at him. Ray was ruggedly handsome, 190 pounds in great shape-trim having only recently been discharged from three years of service in the U. S. Marine Corps. Quite a contrast to the appearance of the girl's escort.
The combo began a second slow number, "Till the End of Time". Ray made a B-line to the dancing couple, politely tapping her escort on the shoulder. "May I cut in, sir?� inquired Ray. With a slight nod her escort stepped back turning his partner over to Ray. Ray's pulse was racing-what luck to find such a stunning girl. He held her close, but not too close. He introduced himself, recounting briefly why he was in town. She responded that she worked for the local Washington D.C. Red Cross, that her name was Dolores and anticipating Ray's next question, that her escort was just a fellow employee, not a boyfriend or anything else. Ray thought, �How lucky can I get?�
Ray was overjoyed to put it mildly. He immediately suggested that since he was a stranger in town, it would be great if she showed him some of the fun places, Night Clubs, restaurants, etc. He explained that his car was in the hotel garage only three blocks away and that they might walk over there. Dolores readily accepted, excusing herself as she stepped over to her escort explaining that she was leaving with Ray to do the town. As they walked over to the hotel garage to pick up Ray's Thunderbird, Dolores asked Ray what kind of clubs he liked, mentioning a few. Ray told her he was especially partial to patron participation type clubs, where the show was the audience itself.
Their first stop was the Canary Club, which was a jumping place with three girl's on swings, exhibiting their legs as they swung back and forth, providing continuous titillation to the clientele. All were in short skirts, one with bare legs, another with sheer gartered nylons, while the third had her nylons rolled just above the knee. Something for every taste. Ray remarked that this was just his cup of tea. The evening was progressing smashingly as Dolores and Ray became better acquainted. After visiting several more clubs and quite a few takes later, Ray found himself saying goodnight to Dolores, thanking her for a wonderful evening. Dolores agreed to have


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 3 dinner with Ray the next evening and to continue exploring Washington D. C.'s night life. She told him that she finished work at 5 P.M., so it was agreed that Ray would pick her up at work for an early dinner before a full evening of nightclubbing.
Dolores asked if Ray would like to come in for coffee? Ray with due consideration, suggested that he take a rain-check, since it was late and she had to work the next day, which was Friday. She thanked him enthusiastically, remarking that he had turned, what promised to be a dull evening, into a fun thing, punctuating her words by giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. Ray's heart pounded at this affectionate evidence that she liked him.
He slept till noon the next day, showered, dressed and had some breakfast in the Hotel coffee shop. He noticed some beautiful Sonya roses in the Hotel flower shop. Promptly he ordered two dozen sent to Dolores at work at the Red Cross, to be delivered immediately. His card read simply, "Dolores, fantastic." Back in his hotel room he leisurely prepared for his 5 o'clock date. He cut a handsome figure, six foot two, with a trim ex-Marine physique.
At 4:45 P.M. he pulled up to the Red Cross building on MacArthur Boulevard. No parking space of course. Ray thought, "Oh well, the hell with it," pulling into a NO PARKING loading zone. "So I get a parking ticket-who cares-she's worth a dozen tickets." Entering the building entry-way, he was greeted by a pleasant if somewhat elderly receptionist. He told her he was there to pick up a girl named Dolores. He hoped there was only one Dolores, since he had completely neglected to inquire as to her last name. With a big smile of approval, the receptionist said, �You must be Mr. Roses." Apparently his roses had made quite an impression. He hoped it had the same effect on Dolores. He was directed through a large office, where eight girls were busy at their desks; none of them was Dolores. As he walked through he felt eight pairs of eyes on him, eyeing him with rapt appreciation." Dolores?" he queried. The girl nearest the exit hallway answered, "Second door on your left, room two." "Thanks," muttered Ray.
Dolores had her own office at the exit to the common office space. He knocked on her door, opening it without waiting for a reply. Smiling he said, "You said 5 P.M. and here I am. I'm glad you�re apparently the only Dolores here-I didn't even get your last name last night." Dolores greeted him with a sweet smile as she shuffled a few papers around on her desk. Ray hardly noticed his roses and their pungent scent, which permeated the room, as he gazed at the stunning vision of loveliness before him. The sight of her in a teal blue suit, brown high heeled pumps, sheer flesh colored nylons, left him breathless. Obviously she was already dressed for their date. He was glad he had dressed in a suit and tie, rather then in sloppy casual clothes. Surveying Ray's handsome form, she said, "You�re on time and I�m ready to go. What would you like to do?" Stepping close to him, she kissed him lightly on the lips, saying, "You are such a darling, thank you for the beautiful roses. I've been the envy of every woman in the place since they arrived and even more so now, that they've seen who sent them." Ray�s pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze Ray's pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze. First we have to have dinner.

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 What kind of food do you like," asked Ray. "I like all kinds of ethnic foods, especially French cuisine,� replied Dolores. "My favorite is Chez Paul." So off to Chez Paul they went. At dinner Dolores finally told Ray her last name, which was Petermister, and also a little about her family, her interests and of especial importance to Ray, that she had never really felt she had been in love. Further that she was having a great time dating a variety of men, enjoying her unattached freedom. She volunteered that she was 23 and that she had no lack of marriage proposals; she liked things exactly as they were. Her man had died of liver cirrhosis, brought on by holy waterism, when she was only aged five. She confided in Ray that growing up without a man had been a very JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 negative factor in her life. Ray noted that the subject was obviously painful, so he tactfully switched the conversation to describing his own background, 35 years of age, University professor of Biochemistry, three years of service in the Marines in World War II.
Dolores asked what he would like to do for the rest of the evening. Ray indicated he'd like to visit some interesting night spots, perhaps a little different where the patrons participated in the entertainment. He told her about two clubs he had visited in Paris, "The Crazy Horse Saloon" and the "Club Patachou," He described how the patrons at the Crazy Horse engaged in contests for bottles of champagne. The champagne bottles were suspended from a six-foot diameter iron ring, at least four feet above everyone's head. In order to win, escorts had to hoist their female dates with their legs pointing and stretching straight up in the air in order to touch one of the bottles with at least one foot. Only girls wearing skirts were allowed to participate. This was of course very popular with the onlookers, since skirts inevitably fell back to the girl's hips; often exposing nylon sheathed legs, as well as panties. Ray recalled how the guests cheered and clapped when a pretty girl exposed her panty crotch as she wiggled and strained to touch a champagne bottle with the tip of her shoe.
Dolores said it would certainly be lots of fun, but she had never heard of a club with that kind of game. She said there was Eric's Club, which could only be entered by sliding down a slide. Once in the club the only way back from the women's toilet was by way of the slide. She mentioned that there were always two attendants at the top of the slide to assist the patrons. However, they always made sure that the women's skirts were well hiked-up as they came down the slide. The prettiest girls usually arrived at the bottom of the slide with their skirts up around their waists. She added that one of her dates had told her that the biggest turn-on was when a girl came down the slide with her skirt around her waist without any panties. Ray was delighted with Dolores's candor in her descriptions.


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A second club, the Village Barn, also was a. patron participation place. There the guests raced on wooden hobby horses and played a game called "Low Bar.� Each couple had to duck under a bamboo bar, which was continually lowered, until,the couples could only get under the bar by lying flat on their backs and be either pushed or pulled underneath the bar by their partner. If the bar was dislodged the couple was disqualified, although if the girl was exceptionally pretty, she would be given a second chance. The prize consisted of free takes on the house for the rest of the evening. Dolores told Ray that she enjoyed the hobby horse races most of all. These wooden contraptions rocked back and forth, making forward progress rather slowly. They were quite treacherous and easily capsized, spilling the rider on her back with her legs in the air, usually putting on quite a show. The first rider to reach the finish line also received free takes on the house for her and her escort. Only women wearing dresses were allowed to participate.
Ray thought both clubs would be great fun, so off they went to the Village Barn, since Dolores had said she liked to ride the hobby horses. When they arrived at the club it was still early, so that they were able to be seated at a table which was ring-side. As a result they had the best possible view of any future activities. Settling down with some Scotch and water, Ray remarked that there certainly wasn't much to the club-lots of tables clustered around a rather large, but nondescript dance floor with podium to one side for five or six musicians. Indeed the place did look like the inside of a barn. Dolores observed that it wasn't the decor which made the place, but the antics of the patrons. It wasn't long before the place began to really fill up. There must be something that attracted so many people, thought Ray.
To his surprise the Master-of-ceremonies came over to greet them. He remembered Dolores from a previous visit, telling her how delighted he was to see her and that he hoped she and her escort would participate in the fun and games. Dolores assured him they were ready for anything, especially the hobby horse races. Ray noticed a somewhat lustful, leering smile play across the M.C.�s face in response to her reply. Nothing much happened for an hour while everyone settled down to relax as holy wateric beverages were consumed.
At last the M.C. announced that the contest games would begin. A track hurdle with its crossbar was dragged into the middle of the dance floor, which was first swept clean with sweeping compound. Ray remarked that this was a good idea since it was a dance floor, likely to accumulate debris from the dancer's feet. The M.C. explained the game which was simple enough. Any couple successfully going under the bar as it was gradually lowered would receive free takes for the rest of the evening. If either one of the team knocked the bar down, the couple was out. The M.C. added with a leering smirk, unless of course the lady has pretty legs, in which case we'll give her a second chance. Dolores and Ray remained seated to see


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 6 exactly how things would progress. Only ten couples were allowed to compete at anyone time. Ray being a leg man was delighted by the sight of tight skirts riding up further and further as the girls had to stoop lower and lower, each time the bar was lowered another notch. Some went down on one knee, which exposed stocking tops and garters. The best part was when a girl was finally pushed under the bar by her companion, feet first, with the result that her skirt was often pulled up waist high, even exposing panties in some cases. Ray noticed the escorts somehow always managed to get the skirts of their dates up, exposing as much as possible, under the guise of being helpful.
Dolores remarked, "Shall we give it a try? You seem to be enjoying the sights." Ray took her by the hand, as they joined the third contingent of participants. Ray could not keep his eyes off of Dolores's gorgeous legs as she ducked under the bar, providing him and the spectators with a generous leg show. He was pleased that Dolores apparently enjoyed exhibiting her legs for the benefit of the onlookers. He noted that most of them were following her every move with rapt attention. She was obviously the most beautiful and sexiest of all the female participants.
At last the bar was so low, that it could only be negotiated by lying down on the floor. Dolores said, "We'll have to pull or push each other under the bar. Why don't I go first?" She lay down so that her feet were positioned just under the bar. She flattened her skirt, which resulted in the hem being pulled up several inches above her knees. Ray felt his cock stirring as he stepped around the hurdle to take hold of Dolores's ankles so he could pull her under the bar. Dolores tried to help by hunching toward him like a caterpillar, with the result that her skirt rode up above her stocking tops, exposing a narrow band of her bare thighs. She almost dislodged the bar in the process. Dolores raised her head, looking laughingly at Ray, "I better not try any more tricks like that! I'll just let you pull me through." Ray's cock was now really straining against his trousers as he took in the sight of Dolores's exposed legs. Grasping her ankles, he pulled her under the bar, exposing her sheer white panties, including her crotch, which clearly showed her pubic hair and pussy lips through the transparent material. As her dress slid waist high, the watchers shouted and clapped their approval. Dolores stood up with her skirt still waist high, only pulling it down after a breath-taking pause, giving everyone ample time to enjoy her exposed charms.
Ray flopped down on the floor, flattening his tent-like crotch as much as possible. Dolores pushed him under the bar, as he helped by carefully hunching forward. The M.C., without waiting for the next couple, declared Dolores and Ray winners! They sat down at their ring-side seat to watch other couples negotiating the hurdle, while they enjoyed the free takes provided by the house.
Ray had a raging erection from viewing Dolores's nylon sheathed legs and panties, as well as the sexy leg shows the


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 7 other female patrons where providing. An hour went by as they consumed several scotch and water take's, getting better acquainted. Ray discovered that "House of Lords" scotch was Dolores's favorite holy wateric beverage, among other useful details about her; obviously not inhibited and no prude. The bar game ended as soft music lured couples onto the dance floor. Ray's heart pounded as he danced with his lovely partner, holding her close as she nestled her head against his cheek and shoulder. Neither Dolores, nor Ray spoke as they danced, savoring each other's nearness. After some six or seven

Still trying. spoke as they danced, savoring each other's nearness. After some six or seven dances the music stopped, as preparations were made for the hobby-horse races.
Six slotted wooden rocking horse contraptions were placed at the starting line, which consisted of tape attached to the dance floor. Some ten feet away a second strip of tape marked the finish line. The first rider to reach the second tape would be the winner of that race. The front and back legs of the horses were attached to curved slats of wood, similar to barrel staves. Handle bars protruded from the sides of the horses' necks, which had to be firmly grasped in order for the horse to rock back and forth, producing a forward motion. The more vigorous the rocking, the faster moved the contraption. Rocking too vigorously almost always resulted in spilling the rider on her back onto the floor, her legs thrown wildly in the air. Having to remount resulted in loss of precious time. The seat was attached to a straight wooden frame, so that a woman's skirt would be powerd up her thighs as she straddled her mount. Tight skirts were especially revealing, since the girl had to pull her skirt up in order to straddle the device.
The M.C.urged pretty, but reluctant girls to participate. He approached Dolores immediately, taking her by the hand, almost powering her to get up to enter the contest, although Dolores was by no means a reluctant participant. The M.C. was not about to let as juicy a morsel as Dolores get away without providing a further leg and panty show. As before the winners and their escorts would receive free takes on the house. Dolores and Ray already had free takes for the rest of the evening from their win in the previous contest. The M.C. informed Dolores that if she was a winner she would get a rain check for free takes for her next visit.
All eyes were on Dolores as she approached her wooden steed. With shameless abandon, she hiked up her skirt above the tops of her nylons as she straddled her mount. Whistles of appreciation burst forth from the onlookers. Seated, her dress remained at the top of her thighs, exposing garters and garter clips, adding to the enjoyable leg display. Ray's hard-on was painful as it strained against his trousers. The other five contestants also showed quite a bit of provocative leg display, but none as lust arousing as Dolores.
The M.C. gave the start signal, as each rider desperately rocked their mount forward. One rider fell off of her horse immediately, giving everyone a delightful view of her panty crotch, as she slid on her back, legs flailing in the air. Two others met disaster halfway to the finish line. Dolores and


JUS PRIMAE NDCTIS 8 a petite brunette, who was quite adept at riding the treacherous wooden steeds, were close to the finish line. In a desperate effort to cross the finish line first, Dolores rocked too hard and was thrown sprawling on her back, her legs in the air and her skirt high around her waist. Revealed through her transparent nylon panties, were the bushy hairs of her delightfully thrilling cunt. The winner was completely ignored as everyone enjoyed the sight of Dolores' sweet pussy. The catcalls of approval, whistles and clapping were deafening. Dolores, unruffled, arose laughingly as the M.C. courteously helped her to her feet, but not without ogling her charms with great relish.
Back at their table, Ray asked concernedly, "That was a fantastic show, but I hope you didn't bruise yourself." "Not at all," quipped Dolores. "Do you want to watch the rest of the races Ray, or shall we leave now for a night cap at my apartment?" Ray's heart leaped at the thought of being alone with this ravishing beauty-he imagined what sublime pleasure it would be to spend the entire night with her, fucking her till dawn.
Leaving tips for the M.C. and waitress, they departed. At the door of her apartment, Dolores gave Ray her key so he could unlock the door. Ray noted that the apartment was neat and attractive, if not spectacular. Dolores said, "The scotch is in the kitchen. Would you do the honors?" Hastily Ray fixed two scotch and waters. Dolores was still standing, as she motioned Ray to take a seat on the couch. Ray, holding both takes sat down. To his delighted surprise, Dolores promptly seated herself on his lap, putting one arm around his neck, as she took her take with the other. Ray sipped his scotch and set it down on a side table on a coaster already in place. Dolores followed suit, embracing him with her other arm, kissing him full on his lips, lustfully powering her pink little tongue deeply into his mouth. Ray's cock jumped to full attention as it pressed painfully against Dolores' buttocks. Deftly Ray inched her skirt up her left thigh with his free left hand. Slowly he caressed the inside of her thighs, above her stocking tops, lustfully enjoying the soft satiny skin of her crotch. He pressed his fingers into her pussy, causing her to moan with pleasure, "oooh , ah, that feels so good. Take off my panties." Dolores raised herself sufficiently so that Ray could get her skirt up around her waist and slip off her panties. He now masturbated her pussy lips and clitoris, eliciting more lustful cries of desire and pleasure. Within minutes Dolores whispered, "Oh God, please undress me now darling. I'm so hot, I'll die if I don't get relief.�
Ray stripped her slowly, savoring the suspense as he uncovered her charms. By the time Dolores was naked, except for shoes, nylons and garter-belt, Ray's cock was up to its full eight inches, swollen incredibly stiff with lust. Dolores reciprocated by removing Ray's clothing rather more rapidly. Her kisses were passionate, deep tongue probing, lustful mouth fucking attacks. Within minutes she took him by the hand, leading


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 9 him to the bedroom. She let go his hand, lying down on her back, her legs spread wide exposing her juicy cunt in wanton invitation. With a lustful smile of desire on her face, she said, "Oh Ray, I'm so horny! I need you so very much. Would you play with my clitoris? Oh please suck on it." Ray pulled open her cunt and pulled her clitoral hood back, as he began to suck her love-bump and lick her cunt lips. Dolores moaned and groaned as she approached orgasm. Ray stopped abruptly and drove his stiff cock up to the hilt into her tight pussy. Their thrusting was short lived as each came in a cataclysmic orgasm. Ray's erection did not subside as he continued to pump his prick into Dolores' juicy vagina. To his delight, Dolores began to respond again, cumming a second and a third time, before his cock finally went limp.
They held each other exhausted, having one of the best if short, sexual releases ever. Ray said, "You are so incredible, so fantastic, so beautiful, so sexy, may I relax with you all night?" �Oh yes Ray, I need a lot more loving," answered Dolores. They rested awhile and slowly began to work on each other, rubbing, sucking clitoris and cock, breasts, nipples, ears and tongues. All night Ray fucked Dolores five times, finishing toward morning by sucking her off and she him.
They slept for a few hours; Ray awakened first gently kissing Dolores awake, saying, "My darling, if there ever was love at first sight, it has happened to me. Will you marry me?"
Dolores, now wide awake looked at Ray, "My God you're proposing to me after knowing me for only two days?" "That I am," replied Ray. Dolores responded, "I've had many proposals up to now, but my answer has always been the same. No! I'm not in love with anyone. I'm not even sure I know what love is. I enjoy sex with any man I take a fancy to, but it�s not love. I enjoy my freedom and the variety of different interesting men. I don't know if I could be satisfied with only one man, for the rest of my life; a husband for instance. I rather doubt it. Also you are fourteen years older than I am. No problem now, but what about the future? But Ray, the way I feel around you from the first moment you asked me to dance, is something new and wonderful. Something I've never felt before! I wonder could it be love?
Ray answered, "I know the difference between love and sex. I loved a girl once and she returned my love--it was paradise. We were engaged but she died from polio while I was on Kwajalene in the Pacific during World War II.
Be assured that married to me you would have every freedom you now have. Even to enjoy recreational sex with other men from time to time if you want to. I would encourage you to have lovers and extramarital recreational sex, as long as it is purely for pleasure. Furthermore I do not demand the same thing for myself. I want only you! I know you won't believe me now. But I am prepared to prove what I say. If you accept my proposal, I will not only allow you, but encourage you to relax with as many men as possible before we are married. If you discover a few you especially enjoy having sex

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 10 with, you can continue to enjoy them after our marriage, as my naughty adulterous wife. However, I do not need other women; you will be more than enough for me. In light of what I have indicated, our age difference does not matter, since you can always have younger lovers to keep you sexually satisfied.�
Dolores was even more surprised at Ray's comments, than with his original proposal of marriage. She had never met a man who claimed to be so permissive. Most were extremely jealous and possessive, which was one of the things which turned her off.�
If you really mean what you say, I see nothing stopping me from saying �Yes " since it seems I've finally fallen in love. At least you make me feel something I've never known before. Yes, I will marry you. I want our marriage to be forever, and I always feared that if I were married and was unfaithful everything would end. Apparently with your attitude there would be no problem,� replied Dolores.
Ray was overjoyed with her response, hugging and kissing her with passion. �I would like us to marry as soon as possible my love,� was Ray's reply after a moment catching his breath. �What about you?� he asked. �My contract of employment with the D.C. Red Cross ends April 30, so the ideal time would be in the merry month of May when everyone goes blissfully astray. Perhaps May 1st. That is four months from now and would mean quite a bit of extra money for me in the form of severance pay as well as testing out your commitment to allow me to enjoy a variety of other men sexually,� replied Dolores.
They embraced as Ray whispered, �May 1st, it is my love; you won't regret it. Not only will I allow you to fuck other men during the next four months, as many and as often as you like, I will actually encourage you. It would please me if you told me all the details of each adventure and perhaps describe everything in your letters. I will write to you every day until our wedding and I hope you will find time to do the same.�
�I do love you Ray and will begin by putting some of the men dying to fuck me out of their misery, by letting them have me. One of them is my boss, a real dirty old man who would give his eye teeth to squirt a load of cum into my pussy. My girl friend has had him and told me he has a huge cock, even though he is not particularly attractive in other ways.
Ray was surprised at how enthusiastically Dolores took to the idea of fucking other men. During their phone conversations each day, usually after she got home from a date, she complained that going out almost every night and getting herself fucked was wearing her out. The descriptions Dolores recounted of her fucking episodes aroused incredible feelings of horny lust in Ray. They agreed that when she cheated and cuckolded Ray after their marriage it would be even more of a turn-on, since an unfaithful wife was more immorally lustful. By the middle of March, Ray counted that Dolores had fucked more than forty different men, of all shapes and descriptions. Many fucked her more than once, especially five or six, who became her favorites. In one of her letters she wrote:

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 11"I miss you so--I will be so happy when we are married. We will make love, and live together always. I hope you will still want me to go out on you when we're married. I think I will enjoy sex with other men even more when I'm your wife. I do love sex of course. I love you so; I wish you were being satisfied too."
That night Dolores told Ray, "I went out with Bob Schwartz tonight. We went to dinner and dancing. He is a very good dancer, but not the Latin dances, although he can do them, so I enjoyed it. He is the one I enjoyed making love with so much. I enjoyed him again tonight. I wore my gray suit with gray nylons, a garter belt; all the things you like, for another man instead of you, just to make him want to fuck me. He undressed me, leaving on my stockings and garter belt.
We kissed and I sucked his cock till he was rock hard almost ready to cum. He was really warm, so I made him suck my pussy till I was crazy hot, ready to cum. Then he rammed his hard cock, almost nine inches, and thick, into my inflamed pussy. Oh, it was heavenly. I never wanted him to stop fucking me. Finally I felt his hot cum spurt into me, flooding me with his love juice, making me cum with a wonderful orgasm. Heavenly, heavenly! I would like to have him fuck me forever. Every day if possible. He makes me so hot the way you do.
He's been saying all week and last week that he was going to miss me and he thought it was horrible I was getting married. He said tonight he never enjoyed making love to any other woman before, as much as he did with me. That he usually gets tired of them.
I love you so much my darling. Thank you for allowing me to have so much pleasure. I hope I will remember all these things, so I will be able to tell them to you in detail, when we are making love. It will make me so hot telling you everything. If you help me I should remember."
Later she wrote, "Lately I've been thinking a lot about white girls being fucked by black men. The thought of huge, hard black cocks fascinate me. I think it�s terribly sexy when a white girl lets a black man put a big ebony prick into her love nest and fills her with his cream. How do you feel about that? I know the black custodian here at the Red Cross, would dearly love to fuck my white pussy. The way he looks at me, I think he would give anything to have me, but thinks there is no chance. Let me know if you want me to fuck black men." After Ray read Dolores' letter he called her and told her how much he would enjoy having her fuck the black custodian and other blacks as well. He emphasized that her sexual experience would be incomplete without having black men. They outlined a plan as to how she should seduce the custodian. Dolores was completely successful without difficulties since he had been dying to push his black tool into her white pussy all along. She described her adventure over the phone, which excited Ray so much that he asked her to write it out. Dolores wrote:
�I collected most of my permisteral items at the Red Cross, filling two large cardboard boxes. I asked William, the black


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 12 custodian, if he would help me take home my boxes after work? I told him I was getting married and would be leaving in a few weeks. He was more than happy to oblige. He is very attractive physically, about twenty-six years old, tall with very dark skin. I hope his black tool lives up to the reputation blacks have for a large size. Sitting next to him in his car, I noticed how he stared at my legs, when I let my hem ride up so that my stocking tops and a bit of my garters were exposed. He drove me to my apartment, carrying both boxes into my living room. I invited him to have a seat while I joined him for cokes. I seated myself directly opposite him, while I told him about my marriage plans. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, making sure that my skirt rode up giving him a great leg show. I'm sure he could see my bare thighs above my nylons as well as my panty crotch when I let my legs fall open. I could see he really was getting hot as he looked up my skirt.
I called his attention to a picture high up on the wall over my fireplace, asking if he would mind helping me get it down, since it had to be sent to Chicago, where I would be living after my marriage. I directed him to get the nine foot step ladder out of the hall utility closet, setting it just under the picture. I asked him if he would please steady the ladder while I climbed up to unhook the painting. Before climbing up on the ladder I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I removed my panties. I then climbed up on the ladder. William positioned himself directly underneath me, affording himself a clear view up my skirt. At the top of the ladder I pulled up my skirt to allow me to separate my legs, providing a view of my bare pussy. I leaned forward to give William an even better view, as I took time to fumble with the picture. William had at least five minutes to enjoy looking up my skirt, while I raised my leg to give him an even better view of my naked crotch. I then let go of the picture, pulling my skirt waist high, as I again grasped the picture unhooking it. I looked down at William who was devouring my exposed charms with lustful eyes. His crotch was bulging out like a tent. I handed the picture to him, climbing down as he set it on the floor. I got up on the ladder again to remove the picture hanger. I turned, pressing my back against the ladder, slowly sliding down which pulled my skirt waist high for William's benefit.
I asked William if he would like a glass of wine which he accepted with alacrity. I seated myself on his lap with my arm around his neck and my skirt well above my nylon stocking tops. I told him I needed to thank him as I tongue kissed him deeply. After the kiss I told him that the sexiest thing I could imagine was white girls being fucked by black men. I said I felt all white wives and fianc�es should have regular black lovers. I asked him if he liked white girls and if he had ever enjoyed relaxing with a white girl. We talked and he admitted that he had a terrible hunger to fuck white women, especially me. I told him how I fantasized having big black cocks fucking me and what it would be like to have him. I said I had heard that blacks had huge organs and that once a white woman had

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 13 enjoyed a black cock she could never again get along .without fucking black men. He laughed, asking if I would like to find out. I slid down in front of him raising my skirt waist high. I unbuttoned his fly, pulling down his trousers and his shorts.
The sight of his awesome ebony shaft already erect filled me with raging unbridled sexual lust for this black man. His cock was at least ten inches in length and grew even larger as I stroked and sucked on it. William groaned with pleasure as my lips slipped back and forth over his cock head. I got up from my knees, taking him by the hand as I led him into my bedroom. He immediately removed the rest of his clothing, including his shoes and socks, giving me a complete view of his beautiful ebony body. Without undressing I pulled him on my bed, raising my skirt waist high. The sight of me, a beautiful bride-to-be, presenting her horny bare love nest, framed by garters, garter belt and flesh colored nylons for his pleasure, brought his tool to a full twelve inches, at least three inches in diameter. My pussy was wet with intense sexual anticipation; my desire flaming to a burning need for t

Another installment: for this magnificent cock to be inserted into my cunt. I climbed on top of him, guiding his monster to my pussy lips. However, his cock was too large and we could not get it into my hole. We changed position with me on my back with my legs spread as wide as possible. I pulled my pussy lips open as William powerd his cock head against my vaginal opening. Slowly, with some difficulty, he pushed his cock head into my opening. The heavenly pleasure of his great cock head was exquisite. Gently he pushed in further, allowing my vagina to adjust to his great thickness. The mixture of pain and pleasure was indeed wonderful and different than anything I had ever experienced before. Perhaps it was the fact that I was giving myself to a virile black man for the first time. William stopped to unbutton my blouse and remove my bra to expose my breasts to his lust filled eyes. With more than half of his great rod embedded in me, he began to suck avidly on my nipples, one and then the other. I could not help thrusting my hips upward, determined to take all of his wonderful instrument. I felt his cock against my cervix, but I persisted, till with William's lust crazed help, his cock was fully inserted, his pubis driving me wild as it rubbed my clitoris. An unbearable feeling of erotic pleasure spread out from my clitoris into my vulva and belly. The intensity of pleasure was much greater then in my stretched vagina.
William knew how to fuck a woman as he pulled out only a little, continuously thrusting against my clitoris over and over again. Wave after wave of utterly heavenly pleasure went through me as he fucked me with ever faster strokes. Almost at my peak, each nerve in my body begging for relief from this exquisite ***, William stopped. I screamed, �No, no don't stop, fuck me, fuck me!� I could tell William was savoring the contraction of the muscles of my vagina as I milked his cock. After a pause he began to fuck me again driving his prick into me to the hilt. Once again I began to build toward my climax. He repeated this stop-start fucking at least a dozen times,

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 14 driving me crazy with an unbearable need to cum. Finally William could hold out no longer; his dam burst, pouring at least a quarter cup of sperm loaded semen into my pussy; his spurting cock flooding my womb. My orgasm came on with mind-shattering pleasure. I came over and over again! I don't know how many times; each peak almost as powerful and heavenly as the first.�
Dolores recounted to Ray what had happened. Ray wanted to hear in detail what she had cried as she had her orgasms. Of course Ray knew that in the heat of arousal and orgasm, one often verbalized fantastic, outrageous and even impossible things. Dolores obliged willingly, recalling with sexual pleasure her thoughts and words as William fucked her silly. Her words turned Ray on as nothing else ever had.
Dolores had cried, "Oh you darling, you wonderful black fucker; fuck me like this every day, every night, give it to me! Fuck that big black cock into my white cunt. Fill my hole with your cream, spurt into me-flood my womb. Don't stop, don't stop. I want black cock in me every day and night for the rest of my life. I want you to fuck me on my wedding night-fuck me after I'm married-my husband will have to share me with you I�ll make him let me have you all the time. I'll never be able to get along without black cock from now on. I want black cocks in my pussy all the time.
All white girls should be fucked regularly by black menespecially married women-every wife should have lots of black lovers. Every white wife should let black cocks fill her cunt with black come every day as often as possible. Oh God, fuck me you black stud-stay with me all night-fuck me to death. Bring your black friends to fuck me, two, three or more-lots of them! God how I love black cock, the bigger the better. I want to be gang fucked by lots of black men."
Ray got incredibly hot for his fianc�e when she talked like that. He only regretted that he had not been present to watch William fuck his future wife. He told Dolores that in the future things would be different-that after they were married she would have to allow him to watch her getting fucked by other men. Dolores agreed it would be very exciting to cheat in front of him with other lovers, especially blacks. Ray was sure he would have to let his wife enjoy other men very often.
Dolores and William were both very exhausted after their love making. For William, as well as for Dolores, his first white woman and her first black man, were fantastic turn-ons. He could hardly believe his good fortune. Both dozed off for a while, contented smiles of satisfied lust on their faces. Dolores _awoke first and as she gazed at William's lovely black cock, she again felt a tingle of lust in her cunt. She took his limp tool in her mouth and began to suck him awake.
She asked, "William I love your cock-could you relax with me all night? I hope you will be on me all night until morning, fucking me silly!" William nodded in response, as he began to suck her nipples, her come soaked cunt lips and clitoris. They fucked all night, Dolores telling Ray later, that William had fucked her at least seven times during the night and that this


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was probably some kind of a record.
So that was Dolores' introduction to sex with black men. William continued to stop by on Saturday afternoons to fuck Dolores. His taste for Dolores' white cunt was insatiable. Often he would relax with her all night, fucking and sucking her silly. She would get hardly any relax on these nights since he was on her all night long. She enjoyed his great ebony shaft and sexual stamina, which made her wonder if other black men were equally endowed. Shyly she asked if he might have three or four black friends who would like to fuck a white girl? She felt it would be even more fantastic to have several black cocks spurting into her, one after the other in rapid succession.
William, not being the jealous type, assured her there were any number of blacks who would give their eye teeth to fuck her. Discussing this with Ray, he agreed that she could never be satisfied by one man, married or not. He realized she would need continuous and regular extramarital sex, especially with blacks. William obliged readily, often bringing other black men to spend Saturday afternoon gang fucking Dolores. However, she found this was not quite as great a turn-on as she had imagined, since William really fucked her best of all. He always slept over when she had other blacks, satisfying her best of all.
Dolores still loved the way Bob Schwartz made love to her as well as the other five favorite lovers she had culled from more than forty sex partners. She and Ray talked about the wedding night which would be less than exciting because Dolores was becoming somewhat jaded. What could they do to spice it up so that it would be more than mundane routine?
Dolores, remarked somewhat apprehensively , what a fantastic wedding night and honeymoon it would be, something really different and lustfully exciting, if both Bob and William were invited to participate in the wedding night and honeymoon. Ray told her he would send her some reading material which might provide some ideas. Dolores' curiosity was peaked, but Ray would say no more about it, except to say he would be willing to share her even on their wedding night if it would make her happy.
In a few days an article that Ray had written some years ago, published in "SEXOLOGY" magazine, arrived in the mail. It was entitled "The JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS in the Middle Ages." His article described the widespread medieval right of the king and the feudal lords, as his representatives, to relax with the newly married bride on her wedding night, before she had any contact with her new husband. King Evenus of Scotland, promulgated an edict in the third century. Obviously the King could not deflower each newly married bride in his kingdom on her wedding night, so the right also devolved to his feudal lords and nobles, who avidly embraced this burden with great enthusiasm. This decree was rapidly emulated by all the other kingdoms throughout Europe. All serfs had to obtain permission to marry from their feudal lord, which provided ample opportunity for the lord to look over the prospective bride. The bride, usually accompanied by her man or brother had to present herself to the lord a week or so prior to the hoped for wedding. Generally permission was granted, as long as arrangements had been made, so that the feudal lord would not lose a serf as a result. This was only a problem if the bride and groom came from fiefdoms and the newly married couple planned to live in another lord�s territory.



JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 16The bridegroom had the option of offering a payment, such as a Marmot fur or other similar item of value, in lieu of the feudal lord carrying out the JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS with his bride. However, it was entirely up to the Lord to accept or reject this offer. If the bride was old or ugly the fee might be accepted on occasion, but if she was young and beautiful the Lord would never forego his right to enjoy the bride on her wedding night. If the husband was agreeably cooperative, he was allowed to spend the night with his ear pressed against the bedroom door, listening to the sounds of the feudal lord fucking his bride all night long. If the bride pleased the Lord, he had the additional right to enjoy her two more nights, for a total of three days and nights, before she was returned to her husband, and the couple might then finally consummate their marriage. As a reward they might be given cattle or an additional piece of land.
If, however, the husband dared to raise even a mild objection, he was sent on a fool's errand to a neighboring village or distant forest. The errand would take at least three days to complete. The task was compulsory and of course got the troublesome husband safely out of the way, leaving the lord free to thoroughly enjoy fucking the wife. The husband might be sent to a distant forest to gather several bundles of faggots or to a village to fetch sulfur impregnated lamp wicks or a pair of new shoes for the feudal lord.
The right was zealously carried out and jealously defended, even by the clergy, who in their dual role of priest on the one hand and secular landed lord on the other, were most aggressive in deflowering each and every bride, who married in their parish. In one parish, where the Priest-feudal Lord had received a request from his Archbishop to cease the Jus Primae Noctis, because of complaints made by some of the vassals under his jurisdiction, he brought the matter before the Ecclesiastical court, vigorously defending his right to relax with each bride on her wedding night. It was noted that none of female serfs joined their men in the complaint. The court ruled in his favor that royal decree and age old custom established his right to take the maiden-head of each newly-wed on her wedding night and that if he chose, he might relax with the bride up to three nights. The old archive further records that he continued to enjoy the newly-weds on their wedding night, especially when they were beautiful, young virgins.
In another archival document it is recorded that in the province of Piedmont, the feudal lord was so licentious, that


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 17 weddings were not frequent enough to satisfy his lust. This lecherous feudal lord's land included a road connecting two adjacent fiefdoms, along which lay a pond and a substantial stream. The only way to avoid this route was to take an alternate road over a mountain which added a full two days travel time. Since this feudal lord controlled the road and the bridge over the stream which flowed across the road, he levied a lawful toll from each traveler passing over the bridge. His favorite pastime was to station himself at the bridge and permisterally collect the tolls. He had a beautiful little cottage constructed at the bridge with a luxurious bedroom and bed, which he called his "House of Paradise". It was here that he would spend his three nights with newly married brides. But it served a further purpose. If a man or old, ugly woman passed, he collected his toll and sent them on their way. However, if a young and pretty woman passed, he would refuse to accept her toll money; instead he would power her into the bedroom of "The House of Paradise" where he would *** her and if really attractive, several times. It was noted that most of the women whose toll he accepted begged him to take them into his "House of Paradise" instead of accepting their toll.
This practice was not confined to Europe, but was observed world wide under a variety of laws and customs. Often the right was exercised by priests with religious sanction and coercion. Otto Blau, a German anthropologist described the observance of the JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS among the Dusik Kurds in southwest Turkey. He wrote, "At every wedding, the bride seated on a horse, beautifully attired in wedding garments, is led through the village by the wives married during the previous year, to the house of the Chodsa priest. A crowd of singing and dancing men and women follow in the wedding procession. The women wear their finest clothes, which include peaked hats symbolizing an erect penis.
The recently married women step forward and kiss the hand of the priest, who is awaiting the procession. He takes the hand of the bride, helping her to dismount. The groom steps forward and the priest performs the wedding ceremony. The new husband steps back, as the newly married bride addresses the priest, 'I am the young heifer in heat.' At these words the attending wives turn the bride around so her buttocks are facing the priest. She bends over, as the women raise her dress to expose her naked buttocks to the priest. The priest proclaims in a loud voice, 'I am a virile bull, not a castrated ox. I will service this young heifer in heat.' He bares his erect penis driving it into the bride's vagina. He immediately removes his organ and women wipe the bride's vagina with a white cloth, exhibiting the red of the ruptured hymen. The priest leads the bride into his house, where she will spend her wedding night relaxing with the priest. The crowd departs to the nearby festival hall, where the three day wedding orgy begins. The hall has many nuptial couches. It is mandatory that each and every woman married in the past year attend. Other women may attend, but are not powerd to do so. No woman is allowed to refuse sexual intercourse with any man that wants her.

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The older men and elders of the village jealously insure that each and every recently married woman attends, especially the pretty ones. Thus the older, powerful men of the village are able to enjoy the young wives at each marriage. Husbands do not object, because they also can enjoy the wives of others. The bridegroom is not allowed to participate, but must save himself for his bride after the priest returns her to him, three days later."
Blau remarks that most of the older women generally were anxious to participate even though they were not required to do so. Unmarried men were allowed to participate, but unmarried girls were not. Since no woman could refuse any man, the most beautiful wives were in great demand and were powerd to have intercourse sometimes with hundreds of men, so that at the end of the three day festival, they were utterly exhausted.
A betrothed woman was carefully watched by friends and relatives, to insure that the engaged couple did not steal away to have intercourse prior to the wedding, since if successful, no festival would be held and the couple would be thoroughly scandald. The Chodsa priest was very powerful in the community keeping a watchful eye on all the young maidens of marriageable age to insure that their virginity would remain intact until she presented herself as a bride to be deflowered by him. He, as well as the elders of the village, were a potent power to keep this marriage custom in place. Often the bride became pregnant as a result of her wedding night intercourse with the priest. The young born as a consequence was venerated and considered a gift of the Gods, through the loins of the priest.
The Brahmins of India, Indo China, Malabar and adjacent regions all enjoyed the right of deflowering the bride on her wedding night. Many seventeenth century explorers reported this custom. Barthema wrote in the beginning of the sixteenth century that when the king of Calicut takes a wife he selects the most worthy and the most honored of the Brahmans and makes him relax the first night with his wife in order that he may deflower her. When an ordinary man marries, he must not cohabit with his bride till the chief priest has enjoyed her, and, if he pleases, may have three nights of her company, because the first fruits of her nuptials must be an holy oblation to the god she worships.
In Cochin, when any man married, he was absolutely forbidden to relax with his wife the first night, and that function was performed in his stead by a Brahman.
In Malabar the husband brought his wife before he had to do with her himself, to the King, who kept her eight days in his palace, making use of her at his pleasure; and that time being expired, the man came for his wife, taking it as a great honor and favor that his King would make use of her. Also in Goa it was the custom when any man married, including the great lords, to take his bride to the sovereign and ask him to relax with her for the first three nights. The King, whenever he was absent, invited a Brahman to relax with his wife, until he


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 19 returned. It was understood that she was under the Brahman�s protection and that he would have regular sexual intercourse with her until the King returned. Any young born from these relationships was considered blessed by God. The Brahmans always made sure they were available at the time of a wedding, so as not to miss enjoying the bride on her wedding night.
The JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS was slowly abrogated over a period of more than 1000 years, although it persisted in some regions in Eastern Europe until the first part of the nineteenth century. Even as recently as 1935, instances of Russian landlords relaxing with the brides of their tenant farmers on their wedding night, was recorded. This appears to have been a voluntary concession on the part of the peasant in order to obtain favorable tenant terms.
In one case a peasant obtained extensive land rights by allowing the landlord to relax with his wife. It is noteworthy that the impetus to abolish the JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS came mostly from the men; the wives appear to have submitted to the practice enthusiastically, often refusing to join their husbands in protest. A poem has been preserved, written by a prospective bride around 1100 A.D., in which she expresses her ardent desire and hope that the feudal lord will exercise his right on her wedding night and that he will keep her three days before returning her to her husband.
Dolores gave Ray's letter about the JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS to Bob and William to read. Both Bob and William thought the JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS was a great custom, and indicated it was a shame that it no longer existed. Dolores told both of them that she also thought it must have been a delightful custom, especially from the viewpoint of the brides who could with official sanction enjoy extramarital sexual pleasure on their wedding night, as well as enjoying the luxury of a palace three-night honeymoon. Bob and William were delighted with her comment that she would have enjoyed a wedding night with the King or Lord of th