Pierre LaTour

Up in Heaven Pierre LaTour

"Dear one-you've had two of my maidenheads tonight, now take the last. I want you to-it's my command."

With this, bowing her head to the floor, she put her sweet slim hands on her behind, took hold of the velvety globes of her bottom and yawned them to bare the fissure of her secondary love-place.

A chaste virgin with little experience in the ways of love Marcia convinces her new husband Max to describe in graphically intimate detail the manner in which he took his past conquests. Reticent at first but warming to the idea when he see his new wife's obvious enthusiasm, Max recounts his varied dalliances with Irma, Gilda, Clarisse, Lois, Gertrude, Madeline, and Erna. From group menages swingingly voyeuristic to the slow seductions of the delicately prudish. From soixant-neufs and greedy gamahuching to rampant ruttings and vigorous thrustings, all manner of deed is herein given over without censure or restraint.

Whipping Marcia into a veritable frenzy she announces mush to the delight of her lover that there wedding night will not be complete until she experiences every libidinous act thus far presented. What follows is a Bacchanalian display of erotic education, no aperture spared, and no practice overlooked. In one night this wantonness will transform into all seven of Max's sirens, an experience that will leave them both panting to the very heights of orgiastic abandon.

Very, very naughty.