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  • CHAPTER 1
  • CHAPTER 2
  • CHAPTER 3
  • CHAPTER 4

    Anonymous

    Parisian Frolics


    CHAPTER 1

    SOME MORE ABOUT MY LITTLE COUSIN

    A lady, young, fresh, extremely pretty and stylishly though quietly dressed, tripped daintily along a street in the neighbourhood of the Madeleine, in Paris, then disappeared into a respectable house, ran quickly up the stairs to the first floor and nervously pressed the button of the electric bell.

    The tinkle had hardly ceased when the door was open by a neat maid who ushered the visitor into a handsome drawing-room in which were assembled sundry other ladies, all young and fashionably dressed, but all wearing the pre-occupied air of persons about to have an interview with, say, their doctor or their solicitor.

    Presently, as if awaiting the new-comer, the mistress of the house appeared — tall, slender, exquisitely attired in black silk with a dainty head-dress of the style adopted by many English ladies of a certain age, possibly because of the undoubted air of distinction it confers. She smiled pleasantly at her young visitor as she shook hands with her; then with a murmured apology, she turned towards two of the other ladies and said: "Your friends have arrived and are awaiting you M — whereupon they rose and retired, smiling their thanks.

    Turning again to her young visitor, she said affectionately: — "My dear, some one is waiting also to see you, a gentleman, one of my best friends. If you are willing to let him make your acquaintance, I shall be happy to introduce him to you."

    This "good friend" was none other than myself! The house belonged to Madame de Saint-Edme, the most obliging of women and also the most tactful of her sex in the delicate mission of creating and establishing the most intimate of relations between persons of opposite sexes who desired to avail themselves of such services. To pretty women pressed for money or inconvenienced by their sexual appetites and desires, to mistresses "en titre" seeking to increase or supplement their alimony, and to married women who found their allowances insufficient or their husbands' powers not equal to the marital duties desired from them, Mme. de Saint-Edme's discreet chambers offered the safest and pleasantest of opportunities for the acceptance incognito of financial or other assistance from gentlemen. Similarly she was ready to provide for gentlemen of amorous proclivities satisfactory opportunities of satisfying their carnal desires by the favours of impecunious ladies — thus avoiding on the one side a lengthy pursuit and on the other resistance before surrender.

    Further again, those who loved to indulge in Lesbian practices found at her house a convenient rendezvous where they could revel in the enjoyment of their sweet fantasy with the wished-for object of their desire, or (in her absence) they could there without difficulty come across girls who understood and shared their tastes, and who desired nothing better than to either bestow or receive the lingual caresses so dear to tribades, lending themselves adorably to either of the two functions.

    To old and trusted habitues (the younger fry being absolutely debarred unless there was not the slightest doubt as to their fidelity and discretion) she allowed the privilege of assisting at Lesbian-Priapus fetes and representations to which were also invited such ladies as wished to be present and whose discretion was assured — the lively feminine contingent knowing they had nothing to fear on such occasions where modesty was conspicuous by its absence.

    She for who I was waiting was, according to Mme. de Saint-Edme, a debutante in libertinage who had so far honoured her house once only with her presence. Said Mme. de Saint-Edme to me:

    "I wanted you to be first to enjoy her, but you were unfortunately in the country when she finally plucked up her courage to visit me, having disappointed me twice previously. I wished very much that one of my good friends had been then on the spot, but alas, there were none! — And from fear of letting her slip away again, I introduced a casual visitor to her and she let him enjoy her! It was a rare good piece of luck for him, but now, at all events, we have caught our little bird."

    Despite her cynically immoral principles, this excellent woman had the considerate delicacy to let her lady clients have a peep in secret at their respective proposed male companions, to decide whether they were pleased with them. Some fancied dark men, others fair — some admired beards, others preferred the simple moustache. Hot blooded and passionate women sought for muscular strength coupled with distinction; cold blooded ones were more solicitous about the price they would receive for their favours. To these latter, the preliminary peep was only a formality of secondary importance.

    It is no use to run counter to tastes — to clash with caprices. The ladies that were satisfied by their preliminary peep were forthwith conducted to the destined chamber and the introduction effected, a similar privilege and opportunity of inspecting his proposed lady companion having been accorded to the male client.

    But as a rule these preliminaries were purely formal — thanks to the care that Mme. de Saint-Edme took to bring together suitable partners, — thanks also to the skill with which she described to each in turn the charms of the other. And when the happy man was conducted to the allotted chamber (carefully furnished with every requirement a loving pair could desire) arid introduced to the lady (who invariably made a pretence of doing needlework or reading when he was ushered in) Mme. de Saint-Edme would disappear, the sequel not concerning her.

    But when it was a case of a debutante she took care never to be far away! — for it was at the critical moment that the courage of the former failed them. "No! no! — not now! — not to-day! — "they would not infrequently exclaim — and run out of the room. Then Mme. de Saint-Edme would intercept them in the corridor, — and by means of her soothing caresses and persuasive words, she would induce them to stay. Then she would take them to another room and induce them to undress, — then whisper soothingly and encouragingly: "Now dear, you are all right — I will go and bring him myself to you!" — and the episode would terminate with a bout of love made all the more delicious by the ardour imparted to the lover by a resistance that could only indicate that the girl he was about to enjoy was a novice in such matters!

    But it must not be supposed that all the debutantes gave this trouble. After their second — and very often on their first visit — the majority of girls would not make any serious resistance to even the most audacious and libertine actions of their male companions. Very often indeed, instead of resorting to airs of startled innocence in order to stimulate their partner's lust, they would endeavour to attain to the same end by arraying themselves in the most provocative and decollete costumes! Among her other virtues, Mme. de Saint-Edme was able to give the best of advice as to the toilette to be adopted towards this end. It was not for nothing that she had been for years in one of the leading Parisian modiste's establishments.

    In this situation, she had amassed much by pecuniary gifts from the clientele, both for her suggestions and still more for her services as a "broker-in-love," and the friendly relations she thus inspired invariably remained unimpaired.

    On this occasion the lady whose favours had been retained for me had simply removed her hat, and I held mine respectfully in my hand while being introduced to her in the following words — "My dear, let me introduce to you the gentleman and friend regarding whom I have spoken to you!"

    She turned to greet me, when — good Heaven! — I recognised a young cousin of mine! In our preliminary peeps we had seen each other but imperfectly, — her face had been in a great measure hidden by her matinee hat while it was no doubt my beard that made her fail to recognise me, for many years had passed since we had seen each other.

    "Why? — it is you, Gilberte!"

    I was puzzled to know what to do! Would it be advisable straightway to respect her and give up any attempt to induce her to accord to me favours she had evidently come prepared to accord to a stranger? Or should I treat her as if she was of easy morality, and without circumlocution address to her proposals that I would have made to any other woman I met under similar circumstances, and which I was justified in assuming would not be unwelcome to her? But women are so odd, their ideas of morality so extraordinary! — and some who would in occasions submit themselves without hesitation to the grossest lubricity would on other occasions resent the least attempt at a liberty! At all events ladies that came to Mme. de Saint-Edme's chambers

    Mme. de Saint-Edme at once saw that she had unwittingly created an awkward situation — that she had "put her foot" into it! She stood dumbfounded! I begged her to leave us to ourselves.

    The situation was piquant! This cousin was the "petite cousine" of authors, the "petite cousine" of youthful amorous indiscretions and yearnings which had not come to anything owing to her early marriage and the subsequent impossibility of rendezvous, — and further, at such a time a woman does not lend herself to amorous adventures. I now found her grown into a beautiful woman, — and under surroundings that (to me, at least) afforded an opportunity of reviving our youthful mutual passion and of carrying it to a satisfactory denouement.

    She dropped her eyes in confusion! I took her hands gently in mine, and while assuring her that she could absolutely rely on my discretion I added that if she would like to go away she was at perfect liberty to do so and that I would never breathe a single word as to this meeting. But as my noble and chivalrously virtuous declaration did not produce any response, the mere man in me began to assert itself — and imperiously too! — as I contemplated the tumultuous heaving of her breasts under her dainty corsage and the betrayal by them of her emotions!

    "Speak, Gilberte!" No answer. "Would you like me to go away?" Still silence.

    could hardly expect to be considered as strictly virtuous — and Gilberte must rank herself with them! But our cousinly relationship — which at an ordinary society function would have assisted me — here was a positive handicap to both of us: I represented to Gilbert her family, her respectability, her past life, her girlish days!

    I must confess that the memories of these latter were such as afforded to both of us a pretext for reviving the past in the present. In our youthful amusements we had not troubled to respect our mutual modesty I Stolen kisses, caresses of tongue against tongue, indiscreet ramblings of inquisitive hands under clothes, — all had brought us to the very threshold of the supreme pleasure. One day, when hidden in a barn with her, my hand had found its way to her little girlish cunny which it strove to excite by an active finger — while her little hands were amusing themselves with my prick as it stood rampant and stiff in her honour! But nothing else had transpired, and we had not met again, until now.

    I reminded her of this, — she smiled, and little by little let fall her constraint, whether real or simulated.

    "Don't speak of it!" she said — "we were sillies!"

    "We certainly were, because we did not take advantage of our opportunities! But now that we have so unexpectedly met?…"

    "Tell me, — didn't you know who I was when you came in?"

    "Honestly, I did not."

    "Well, suppose that you had made me out, would you then have come in?"

    "It is possible that I might have considered it better in your interests to disappear, — but I should have done so with great regret, for you were looking so lovely! And you? — if you had recognised me?"

    "I should have run away!"

    "But why? Do you think I cannot appreciate your charms as well as any one else?"

    "Oh!.. But you and another man are two very different things! — you are a relative — and I had not come here for the purpose of meeting my family."

    "I don't suppose you did!" I replied laughing. "But it is so easy for us to forget that we are relatives. I have only to think of you as a charming young lady I have for the first time met, — and you have only to allow me to make to this charming young lady declarations and proposals to which I am sure she would like to listen much more than to remonstrances she might fear!"

    "It seems to me so strange that I should be here at all with you! — I feel my presence here is so extraordinary — so upsetting!"

    "Then, if we were to go on with our last meeting in the old barn, the sin (if any) would seem to you to be less grave and less piquant, — in fact almost allowable, as in marriage?"

    "You're talking nonsense!.. Of course not!.. But to be seen by you here makes me feel as if everybody I know is also looking at me!"

    "Then you don't care about doing this sort of thing before the world?"

    Gilberte laughed frankly. I saw at once to what extent I should have adopted a false policy and how weak I should have been had I treated with an excess of respect a girl who, although my cousin, had of her own accord come to a house resorted to only by those who wished for a gratification of their sexual passions and desires! In fact, with any one else but her, I would before now have put myself in possession of charms which would have been surrendered to me kindly, — while had she been with any one else but me, she would not have concealed them from the eyes and no doubt the kisses of her happy companion!

    "Well," I continued, "I don't know who you are, — it is the first time I have seen you. Mme. de Saint-Edme told me that she would introduce me to a charming girl who was visiting her for the first time, who proves to be even prettier that I could have anticipated, and who will, I trust, prove not less unkind than the others to whom Madame has introduced me and who have been good enough to amuse themselves with me here. May I ask what is your Christian name?"

    "Gilberte," she replied laughing.

    "Gilberte! What a pretty name! Well now, Gilberte, let me help you to take off your hat and cloak."

    When I had hung these up; I passed my arm round her waist and kissed her on her mouth clasping her to me as I did so.

    "You come here very seldom, I understand?" I said, — "I have not had the good fortune to meet you before."

    "This is my first visit, Monsieur," she replied, entering into the spirit of the game.

    " Really! But I think it cannot be the first time that you have left your husband in the lurch-for you look to me like a young married woman?"

    "You are indiscreet, Monsieur!"

    "Weel — I won't press my curiosity any further! — at all events it is very sweet of you to allow others to share with him in enjoying your charms."

    Seating myself on a sofa, I drew her gently on to my knees, — I repeated my kisses on her mouth while my hand wandered inquisitively over her corsage. She laughed, — then exclaimed "Oh! Monsieur!" in the most natural way.

    Then my hand descended a little, and pressed against and between her thighs over her dress. Her hand tried to push mine away! I yielded, — but only to pull up her skirts, in order to touch the bare flesh of what I had been feeling over her clothes! Gently I groped her calves, knees and thighs.

    "Oh I… what are you doing, Monsieur?"

    "Only trying to learn if you wear your garters above or below your knees. "' Above, always!"

    You have such sweet calves!" My hand climbed a little higher, — her skin was so soft and sweet!

    "Oh!.. oh!.. you're tickling me!.. No!.. no!.."

    "Why!.. your drawers are closed in front!.."

    "Ha!.. ha!.. oh! take away your hand!.. you're tickling me!.."

    "Oh!.. now I've got to it!.. Oh!.. what a lot of hair you have! Ever so much more than you had in the barn!"

    "What barn?

    "Ah!.. pardon me!.. I was forgetting!"

    In spite of the re-appearance of the cousin under the lover, she did not stop or even hinder my delicious rovings among and over her most secret charms! This proceeding no doubt pleased her better than any sentimental modesty on my part, — it also pleased me better! Arranging her comfortably on my knees, my hand set to work to explore the delightfully rounded contours of her bottom — which I found plump, firm and springy.

    "Madame," I said — "what lovely globes you have — real Maps of the World!.. Very few girls have anything like your bottom, — so hard and so elastic!"

    "What a comical name, Map of the World! Why?"

    "Because there are there the two half-globes of the world. Do let me see them. Let me take off your corset! Oh! what a troublesome corset! Ah! now it is off! Oh! what lovely breasts! so nice and firm, as firm as your bottom!"

    " Hush! you mustn't talk like that!"

    "You are simply charming — delicious. I am charmed to make your acquaintance! No woman has ever inflamed me with desires to such an extent."

    I seized her hand and placed it on the unmistakable proof of the desires with which she had inspired me! She called me "polisson," which in the mouth of a woman is an encouragement to go still further, — and declared that I had not improved, I whom she had considered sentimental! I confessed to her that I was no longer so — that sentiment between men and women only tended to waste time and delay the pleasures of love.

    "You then no longer are sentimental?" I asked.

    "As you find me here you can see for yourself. Anyhow, all women sentimental or not, who talk about it, manage to finish in the same way, either sooner or later."

    You are making nice distinctions. You make me think you are a little student in love matters."

    "Well, as to that, I fancy I shall be still more so as soon as I escape out of your arms. You have a way of effecting this: I shall emerge from this truly accomplished."

    This phrase spoken with a delicious smile, with that look that a woman knows how to use when she wishes to undress a man with her eyes and say to him, "Now come, let me see your,"- this passage of words transported me with desire in indicating to me a horizon of endless pleasures with my lively cousin. I clasped her lovingly in my arms, exchanging, tongue-kisses with her, — then prayed her to undress herself.

    I assisted her, seizing every opportunity for deliciously touching her bare flesh, intoxicated by the sweet fragrance emanating from her undergarments which she had carefully selected — for every woman knows that the charms of her person are a treasure to be placed in a suitable frame to fairly show its beauty to the eyes privileged to view it.

    Very soon she only had on her chemise! — in a jiffy I was in a similar costume: then after the necessary toilet we laid ourselves on the bed, closely clasped in each others arms, and abandoned ourselves to the sweet preliminaries to bliss.

    "You will be discreet, eh?" said my cousin as she surrendered herself to me. To be so was of course as much to my interest as to hers.

    Very soon she allowed herself to be invaded by symptoms of pleasure. Her lovely breasts began rapidly to heave, — her eyes half closed languorously. Was it real, or was she only pretending as part of her assumed role of a woman of pleasure? As she afterwards admitted that she had perfectly recognised me at the first and had allowed me to be introduced to her fully knowing the reason of my presence, it is quite possible that my handling and fingering of her naked body had the same rapid and sweet effect on her as when we indulged in our youthful escapades. As a matter of fact, it is the restless women who feel most sensitively the hand that caresses them. Gilberte, I recollect, used to go off at once, like a thoroughbred to the least pressure of the bit, — and now she had become a woman, she evidently had preserved this precious quality. Anyhow, on my part, I was soon burning with the hottest lust. The girl I held in my arms inspired me at one and the same time with a craving for orgies such as one would indulge in with ladies of professed easy virtue, and the rage for such forbidden fruit gained additional piquancy from the fact that she was my cousin.

    At my request she took off her chemise and displayed herself to me, naked, her lovely body relieved by the thicket of silky hairs that formed a triangular shadowing at the extremity of her rounded stomach, her nakedness being emphasized by her shoes and stockings which she had kept on, by her garters which she adjusted above her knees when pulling her stockings tight. The little coquette knew well how a naked girl can heighten the effect of her nudity! Then I felt and handled her all over, — I kissed and sucked her breasts. I thrust my nose under her arm-pits, diving amid the tufts of hair. There is nothing that imparts to one's desires so alluring a frenzy as the breathing of the "odor di femina" of the sweet body that has surrendered itself to you. My fingers nevertheless employed themselves in curling and twisting and playing with the mossy covering of her plump cunt, one of them caressing the delicious slit into which it soon forced its way, for the first time since our adventure in the barn. At that time, this cunny and slit were virgin! but my pleasure lost but little through this detail — for then her breasts were not so sweet a handful, her thighs were not so fat and round, her hips were not so full and plump, while the little hand that I had taught to play with my prick (oh! so timidly) was not so clever and soft. Her mouth then was not so skilled in the art of kissing, — while her chaste little ears would have closed themselves if I had whispered to them all that I was now softly murmuring to them while I gently agitated my finger over her clitoris.

    "And what about this little pussy, this sweet little pussy? Does it love catching and eating mice? I will gladly give it mine!"

    "It is a very big mouse, this one!"

    "Girls like large pricks in their cunts! They are also charmed when a male tongue is applied. I want to apply mine to your cunt, — I want to dominette to you! You know what that is?"

    She answered me simply with a smile. Promptly I placed my mouth on her closely clustering hairs (Gilberte was a lovely brunette). I nibbled them with my lips, inhaling delightedly their fragrant perfume tempered with rice-powder and Eau de Lubin. Even as a young girl, this was her favorite scent, but then she did not apply it to this part of herself, no doubt in ignorance of the arts of provoking and spicing the audacious kisses that make the coldest girls faint with pleasure. But cold she never was, — and when my mouth settled itself on her cunt, when my tongue insinuated itself gently between its lips in search of the little spot in which a woman's sexual pleasure is concentrated, unmistakable symptoms indicating the most exquisite delight gave me to understand that she knew well how to taste this caress. One of her legs was thrown across my back and held me firmly to her, and I could feel the little heel of her dainty shoe dig into my ribs like a spur: the other foot she extended right down my front and against my prick and I could feel the soft leather that was rubbing against it.

    Oh! what ecstasies! I could hear the broken breathings of my voluptuous companion, — I could feel her body quivering under the thrusts of my tongue, and the cheeks of her bottom wriggle in my hands as they gripped them. I felt her frenziedly press down my head between her thighs so as to let her taste every tongue-thrust. And I, twenty times was I on the point of flooding my cousin's shoe with the torrent of my discharge, — but I preferred to dispose of it otherwise. So at length, I released myself from her sweet clasp and placed myself again alongside of her on the sofa.

    "Was it good? — did I do it properly?" I whispered to her.

    "Very sweet indeed, you naughty man! It is very evident that you were not doing it for the first time!"

    "And you? — is it the first time that you?…"

    "You are horrid!"

    "Ha! ha! Then you like having it done to you, eh!"

    "All women do! But what do you think of one of my friends who declares she commits no infidelity towards her husband when she lets a man do her in this way?"

    " I think I know her. Is she not a tall fair girl called Angela?"

    "Yes. So you know her?"

    "She comes here!"

    "But how do you know that she is the one I mean?"

    "Well! it is the same name, and she won't let a man do anything else to her but this."

    "And have you then done it to her?"

    "Yes! — I must admit it! — and it was well worth my while! But did she not also tell you that she confines her ministrations to her husband to this same one way?"

    "Which way?"

    I placed my finger softly on her mouth. Gilberte broke into laughter and asked if I had let Angela do me in the same way.

    "Of course! — and what's more, I begged her to do it as she did not do any other way."

    "Oh you men! — you dreadful men! Monsieur Henri!" (my Christian name). "I would not have believed you to be so… so…"

    "So naughty? But in love many things that are naughty are also nice. But tell me — has no one ever asked you nicely to do it?"

    "If I could say that no one had ever made such a request of me, I would not be able to say so for long — for I can read your intention in those eyes that are sparkling with lust!"

    Ah! — so I have missed also the virginity of your mouth! And so you have already committed this sweet sin! Was it in this house? Tell me all about it?"

    "I don't remember!"

    "Oh yes you do! — now do tell me, — whisper in my ear as if you were with your confessor!"

    "You're a fine confessor."

    "At all events not a cruel one! Listen:

    Ma fille pour penitence,

    Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon,

    Ma fille, pour penitence,

    Nous recommencerons.

    "Come, I'll give you a start! — you've done it once, twice, thrice, the first time out of curiosity, the second…"

    "Oh! once will do!.. I think I was mad that day!.. A girl friend had invited me to supper with her and her lover, — and after dessert we all were a trifle squiffy! They told me all sorts of naughty stories, and they didn't mind what they did before me! In short, I watched them do all sorts of things till I was completely upset and excited beyond my self-control!.. till unable to stand their teasing and challenges I let myself go in rivalry of my friend's libertinage and let her see me do with her lover all that she herself had just done with him!"

    "And your friend was not jealous? And this is how you learnt this sweet little vice?"

    "Alas! yes, — I must admit it!"

    It is a well established fact that it is by their own sex and not by men that women are initiated into the most ingenious refinements of lust: and Casanova correctly recognised the fact when he maintained that a gallant who could manage to bring to one and the same rendezvous two girls hitherto enjoyed by him separately, would realise with the two together the most erotic of debauches. But as far as I was concerned, I was going to take advantage of what I had so happily found out, — and so continued to play my part as Gilberte's Father Confessor.

    "Very good, my daughter!" I said to her. "And since then, how often?"

    "I haven't done it since, Father," she replied laughing.

    "My daughter, you must be nearly a saint! But nevertheless you must do penance!"

    Et pour penitence

    Nous recommencerons, ron, ron

    Nous recommencerons.

    She resisted a little, saying that she was not worked up as on that occasion, that she didn't wish to do it again, that she had promised herself not to repeat the performance… But the example of her friend which I recalled to her soon overcame these feeble, hesitations — coming as they did from her head and not from her inclination.

    "Oh!" she exclaimed, as she bent down towards the object that stood rampant and stiff, burning to receive her caress. — "I don't think Angela would have waited till she was asked twice! — she loves doing it! Say!" she added with a malicious smile, "when we were in the old barn we didn't get as far as this, eh?"

    Her soft hand guided my pego towards her lips and I felt it enter into her mouth, the moist warmth of which caused a delicious quiver of pleasure from my thighs to my loins. For a beginner she acquitted herself divinely: she took my prick well into her mouth, and with the recollection of her friend's methods in her mind, she set to work to give me the most intense pleasure in her power! Oh! my exquisite bliss!.. my delirious sensations! Twenty times I was on the point of spending!.. twenty times did I make her moderate her sweet suction so as to avoid spending, to postpone for the moment the ecstatic crisis!.. twenty times did I ask myself in my rapturous transports whether I might let myself go! whether I might not expire deliciously in the mouth of the sweet girl whose fair head I could see as it rose and fell in cadence with the agitated movements of my body!

    When a man is being thus blissfully ministered to by a woman who has a taste for this method — a taste that is more common than people believe, and which sometimes betrays its votaries when they are in the act of eating thick asparagus — and has reason to guess it, he can fairly let the sweet operation pursue its natural course and deposit his spermatic nectar on the pretty lips or in the dear mouth that has extracted it from him. But it is not less delicious to pour it, tripled in quantity by such a caress, into a cunt prepared by a similar caress and burning to receive it! And I shrewdly believe that while women may be willing on subsequent occasions to receive in their mouths the tribute of their lover's ardour, they are reluctant to do so on the first occasion on which they consent to effect this sweetest of ministrations!

    Accordingly, placing my hand softly on her forehead, I reluctantly arrested the up and down movement of my cousin's head as she sucked my prick with a frenzy that seemed to indicate that she was fully sharing the pleasure she was giving me!

    She looked at me in surprise, as if astonished at being stopped before the appearance of the unmistakable indication that her sweet duty had been accomplished! — the fact being that her friend (whose performance she had witnessed and was now following) never stopped her sucking until the "situation had been liquidated!" — as good Mine de Saint-Edme put it. And possibly on that memorable evening Gilberte also had…! Not having the skill of her Father Confessor, my interrogatories on this point had not been sufficiently direct and her confession remained incomplete!

    So Gilberte, with a flushed and rosy face and moist lips, got up, and placing herself by me asked me if she had done it properly.

    "Most charmingly, dearie, — quite as well as your friend!" I murmured as I kissed her on her mouth and passed my tongue over her lips all wet and humid!" Now darling, come!.. on me, eh!"

    Without a moment's delay she placed herself on top astride of me, — and Quickly I shoved into her cunt my prick all moist with her kisses!

    Suddenly, while lying on me thus transfixed and clasped in my arms, quivering with pleasure and jogging herself up and down in rhythm with my movements, she whispered, "But when you were… with my… friend… how… did you… do it… for she won't do… what we… are now doing…?"

    "You must know!.. a pretty woman… is… all cunt!.."

    "You… dreadful man!.. So… it was in her… mouth… always?…"

    "Well!.. Yes!.. But you… are forcing… secrets… out of me."

    "Then why… didn't you do so… with me?… I… was doing… the same thing… to… you?…"

    "Are you… sorry… I didn't?…"

    "No!.. I only… wanted to know!"

    "Well, because… I fancied… you didn't care… only… for this… like Angela!"

    "That was very kind of you!.. Well… one won't get… children… that way… that's something!.."

    "So… next time… you wish me… to… spend… in your mouth… like… Angela does?"

    She smiled, nodded her head slightly, — then closed her eyes voluptuously as if not to lose a single particle of the pleasure that was now thrilling through her whole person. For a moment I had an idea of resuming the sweet exercise we had just abandoned, — but the keenness of my present pleasure retained me at my delicious post beneath her! For the most exquisite of crises was approaching! Our tongues intertwined, our lips met, our movements accelerated!.. oh!.. now!.. now!" Oh!"

    Just at the critical moment, I took the precaution to swing Gilberte from the danger of presenting me with more cousins! I spent wildly outside her, my discharge shooting up into the air and falling like hot rain on her bottom and loins!

    We had half-dressed ourselves again when we heard a knock at the door. It was Mme. de Saint-Edme, who had come to see if we wanted anything. We asked her to bring us some refreshments. She seemed delighted and relieved to note from our dishabille that not unpleasant sequel had followed her mistake in introducing us to each other.

    In due course my cousin, now fully dressed and gloved, gave me a parting kiss through her veil, — and before leaving me arranged with me a further rendez-vous, — at which I promised myself (with a thrill of concupiscence) the pleasure of treating her as I did her friend Angela. I then called a carriage for her, a concluding attention that a woman appreciates after an amorous escapade.

    "Well," said Mme. de Saint-Edme to me after Gilberte had gone, "so you are satisfied! I was terribly afraid of scandal when I saw you knew that lady! Is she a relation of yours?"

    "No. I used to know her when she was a young girl!"

    "Oh! Well, I was very afraid of a scene!"

    "Thanks to me, dear lady, there wasn't one!"

    "I do thank you, — but some how I felt sure that you would arrange the matter without any scandal: another thing that reassured me was the air of distinction the lady had, — a woman of that caste hates a row. J feel the same also: do what you like, — amuse yourself as you may wish with ladies, — all this concerns nobody else, and does harm to no one! '

    "Rather the contrary," I rejoined.

    "But do it in the proper way, — maintain appearances!

    "Pleasure coupled with discretion — that's my rule!"

    "Oh! I'm not referring to you, — it's a pleasure to do anything for you! But all the same, when you asked me to leave the room, you looked a little afraid!

    "But now, you are reassured?"

    "Oh! now she has once passed through your hands, she will be all right."

    On the day arranged between Gilberte and myself, I attended at Mme. de Saint-Edme's house. She escorted me to the chamber she had got ready for us, where she left me alone. I was the first at the rendez-vous, — and I must have waited some little time when she came in to tell me that my fair cousin had just arrived but that just at that moment a lady "habitue" had stopped her in the corridor and was expressing surprise at meeting her here.

    "Why, Gilberte!" she had exclaimed — " I never thought of meeting you here! — you always used to say you dared not come! Have you come then to meet somebody?"

    As Gilberte, surprised unpleasantly, hesitated — not knowing what to say, Mme. de Saint-Edme came up and told her that her visitor had already arrived, — whereupon the other lady had remarked that it was a pity, but nevertheless continued her conversation.

    This lady (I had very little doubt) was the blonde friend of Gilberte, Angela de Valencay, an adopted name, as I learnt later on, without my having done anything to pierce the veil of anonymity with which she (like the rest) strove to hide her visits for the purposes of satisfying and gratifying her secret passions.

    "At all events, she does not seem to be jealous!" I asked Mme. de Saint-Edme.

    "Not in the least. She would not mind lending her lovers to her friends. But she objects strongly to any one being jealous of her. That seems fair enough."

    Gilberte had not yet appeared.

    "If she lets herself begin chattering with her friend, you may have to wait a long time," said Mme. de Saint-Edme. "But it is all right — here they come, both of them. Ladies, you are being anxiously waited for!"

    "Oh! no one's waiting for me!" exclaimed Mme. de Valencay, — "all have made their arrangements for their fuckings and fun, for I notice the refreshments all over the place."

    She indicated a table on which stood afternoon tea already laid out, which I had ordered in anticipation of Gilberte's arrival. I invited her to join us.

    "But shan't I be in the way?" she replied. "Two turtle-doves like best to be alone! Very well — if I shall not be in the way, I will join you with pleasure, — only you must tell me when I am to disappear. You will respect my modesty, I am sure!"

    But as she spoke she looked at me in a way that sufficiently indicated that her wishes were the very opposite of her words: her ardent glances seemed intended to recall to me past pleasures shared together and to invite me to the further joys she was evidently ready to give me. Dressed simply in a black costume, and carrying herself in a quiet manner but with an air of distinction, there was nothing about her to betray the lascivious desires that had brought her here, or the lecherous fashion in which she was ready to conduct herself — unless it was that peculiar glance that allowed one to detect, beneath the woman dressed, the naked woman, and behind perfect Society manners the intimate familiarity with the most daring libertinage.

    While she was apologising to Gilberte for the liberty she was allowing herself to take, I had called for another plate and had dismissed her cab: for she had said that she hesitated to rejoin a cab that had been waiting at the door so long, — a feeling and accession of shame that a woman on an amorous escapade will well understand and which is often experienced when the time comes for her to quit the sweet seclusion in which she has been surrendering herself to her lust.

    Then when the ladies had removed their hats and mantles we sat down at the table. Thus I found myself between two pretty women, one a blonde, the other almost a brunette — a charming contrast! Each of them had been enjoyed by me separately, — but this fact did not in the least diminish the power of their charms over me, — and their joint presence, the sweet proximity of these two appetizing feminine bodies to me aroused in my flesh the wildest lust which I hoped in turn to communicate to them.

    The idea that each of them had been previously enjoyed by me made them both somewhat constrained at first, especially Gilberte, who seemed almost jealous: but very soon, under the soothing influence of "five o'clock tea" skilfully prepared, snatched kisses and licentious handlings, this slight constraint disappeared like dew under a morning sun. My mouth hotly attacked theirs alternately, — my tongue greedily sought theirs in turn, finding them only too ready to respond. Finally, when I was busily occupied with Gilberte, sucking his tongue, while my hands actively wandered all over her, unbuttoning her dress and stealing up her legs under her clothes till it reached the silken haired centre of attraction which my finger then sought to inflame, I felt Mme. de Valencay's hand pass over my trousers and attempt to drag into the air my torch of love, now fully alight and getting stiffer and stiffer in her fingers! Then away went all reserve! I begged them to undress or at all events to throw open their clothes so as to let me see, feel, handle and kiss more at my ease the two pairs of lovely breasts of which now I could only get a glimpse.

    "But I say," exclaimed Mme. de Valencay laughingly, "if you're going to ask your guest to undress herself, your invitation in place of being a simple one to lunch will be one including a dance!"

    "When a lady is invited to a dinner," I replied, "she naturally expects to stay and see the fun that is sure to follow."

    "Ah! a play for three, eh?" she rejoined gaily, "but not arranged by the ballet-master of the Opera! Well, there's no reason why it should prove any the less entertaining, is there Gilberte?"

    Gilberte smiled, half-pleased, half-vexed, — not from any sense of attended propriety but from a sort of feeling that as a comparative novice in amorous orgies she might have to play second fiddle to her friend! But her semi-hesitation only added a piquancy to her final surrender of herself, and did not hinder a woman of my cousin's disposition from letting herself go freely to learn fresh experiences in lust.

    Mme. de Valencay was already busy (in accordance with my request) to release from their confinement the two prisoners whom I had begged her to set at liberty. To effect this she had taken off her light blue silk stays, — and my lady readers will fully comprehend how the removal of a corset causes the dropping of petticoats unless held up by the hand: Mme. de Valencay did not bother to do this, and so when the exciting rustling noise made by feminine garments being hurriedly taken off and thrown on a chair had ceased, she had on only a half-transparent chemise when she returned smilingly to my side! Gilberte, after a little pressing, followed suit, and soon was similarly attired. As for me, I rapidly divested myself of all my clothes, — and Mme. de Valencay's hand — Gilberte's also — was able to learn without hindrance the state in which I had been driven by the sight of the charms they were now exposing naked to me!

    Then we set to work to play the fool! to commit a thousand erotic follies! We took chocolates from each others mouths: with my lips, I set to work to nibble one balanced on the nipple of one of their breasts, tickling her delightfully in so doing. Then I made a minute and close inspection of my companions' breasts, of the hairs under their armpits, also of what grew on their hills, light and golden on Mme. de Valencay's, auburn and plentiful on Gilberte's. They both lent themselves to these games with a grace and freedom that was simply charming. At each fresh indecency that she found herself committing, Gilberte blushed shamefacedly, her bashful modesty being increased by the presence of a witness. Having kissed with ardour all the charms that I had been comparing, dividing my admiration and tribute equally between my fair companions, I proceeded to cover with kisses the two mossy hills of Venus they were exhibiting to my delighted eyes. Kneeling in turn before each one and between her legs, my mouth played lovingly with their curling hairs, every now and then touching with my tongue the sweetly hidden slit, and eliciting from them little shrieks of pleasure. Suddenly, under a libertine inspiration, I took from the table two chocolate creams, and having slipped them into each of their cunts to their great surprise, I announced my intention of eating them there, and proceeded to do so taking Gilberte first.

    "Oh! what an idea!" she exclaimed, quivering and palpitating with pleasure as my tongue discovered the fondant between the lips of her cunt and having dislodged and rolled it over her clitoris!

    "Oh! make haste! make haste!" cried Mme. de Valencay, "mine's beginning to melt!"

    And truly, when I planted my mouth between her thighs on the lovely slit that she impatiently presented to me, my tongue had really to hunt for her chocolate, to dive and burrow deeply in the charming cleft, only to find a trace or two and the aroma of the flavouring. Oh! how delicious her flesh tasted, thus sugared!

    With such erotic pranks and antics our desires increased and grew stronger. Mme. de Valencay, now quite wild with lust, took a candied cherry in its paper covering, and having removed the envelope she made me sit down — then kneeling before me she pulled up my shirt, seized my priapus with one hand, and with the other balanced the cherry on the cherry coloured gland which was rivalling its complexion. With smiles of delight she contemplated the result. — then suddenly, with sparkling eyes and heaving breasts, she moved her mouth forward and engulfed the cherry — and with it the head of my member, thus bestowing on it that most delicious of caresses which makes the happy recipient long to employ his mouth in a similar fashion and which impels the loving pair to satisfy their mutual cravings in a sweet "soixante-neuf! "Burning with this desire, I clutched hold of Gilberte who was busy kissing me and sucking my tongue, and was just going to propose to gamahuche her when she exclaimed: "Come, it's my turn now, Angela!"

    Forthwith Mme. de Valencay rose reluctantly, her lips moist, her face flushed. Gilberte immediately slipped into her place, and had already put my pintle (still wet with her friend's kisses) into her mouth when the latter cried out. "Why! you've forgotten the cherry!"

    Quickly Gilberte. blushingly repaired this omission, and then I felt my prick again put into her mouth and sucked with ardour! Mme. de Valencay had come back to her old place at my side, and while she finished eating the cherry she had taken, she watched with curiosity, whose pretty head was now bent down between my thighs. I slipped my arm round Mme. de Valencay's waist, — our lips and tongues met in kisses into which I strove to put the burning pleasure that I was tasting from Gilberte! But I wanted something more! I wanted with my mouth to pass on to her exquisite sensations that were thrilling through me!

    "Do let me do "minette" to you!" I murmured.

    "All right," she replied, "but not here, as we now are! Let's go to the bed!"

    This forced Gilberte to interrupt her ardent suction, — and when she had risen from between my thighs, I lovingly kissed her lips still fragrant with the scent of the fruit she had just eaten. And so we moved towards the bed. As we reached it, I begged the ladies to take off their chemises.

    "No!" replied Mme. de Valencay, "but this will be better still!"

    Cognisant of Mme. de Saint-Edme's forethought in matters erotic, she opened a drawer and took out two dressing-gowns made of the thinnest and most transparent material possible to image, one black and the other rose-tint.

    "The black one will suit me as I am blonde," she said, — "don't look!"

    She let her chemise slip down and replaced it by the dressing-gown, the transparency of which seemed to heighten the brilliant hue of her skin without in any way veiling the nakedness, but making it more piquant still! Moreover she did not fasten it in front, — but on the contrary she allowed it to float open on each side of her — thus displaying her lovely body naked from her stockings to the velvet ribbon round her throat! In this adorable costume, she placed herself in front of me and saluted me in military fashion.

    "All in order, Monsieur!" she said — "see! I'm naked — yet I'm — not!"

    My cousin slipped on the rose-tinted dressing-gown.

    "I'm absolutely naked in this!" she exclaimed laughing!

    "That is exactly as you ought to be!" I replied smiling.

    Being then stretched out on the bed between my two pretty guardians whom I kissed and felt all over while their little hands contended for the control over my member, I was trying to decide which one of them I would choose in which to extinguish the fires of my concupiscence — when Angela who then was holding my prick tightly with her fingers, said:

    "Who is to have this first?"

    "Better draw for it!" I replied, "guess how many?" — and I took in my hand a lot of hairpins. Gilberte's guess was the nearest.

    "Don't forget me, Gilberte!" said her friend, — "leave a little for me!"

    But as I began to place myself between Gilberte's legs so as to put my prick into her cunt and fuck her, she appeared surprised, — then declared that she understood that she was to do what she had been doing to me on the sofa, viz, suck my prick!

    "For you know," she explained, "Angela won't do anything else!"

    "Oh I don't give me away like this, silly!" exclaimed her friend.

    "Do you know that you are a charming and ravishing naughty little girl, just as she is?" I said, kissing her lovingly. "Well, do you also prefer…?"

    Her response was to gently slip out from under me and to lay me on my back in her place, — and as soon as she had got me properly extended on the bed, she, without loss of time, lowered her face towards the God Priapus. I felt her lips kiss the burning head, then her mouth envelop it, engulfing it deeply! Then I took up the thread of my caresses with Mme. de Valencay; I drew her to me, kissed her lips, and let her tongue play on mine.

    "Let me dominette to you," I murmured.

    "Yes, dear."

    Smiling lovingly at me, M " de Valencay placed herself in position by straddling across my upturned face, arranging herself so that her cunt rested on my mouth, her face being turned towards Gilberte who had not stopped her sweet employment and who she watched at work intently. My tongue attacked her cunt eagerly, plunging deeply into it. I sucked her excited clitoris! — I licked passionately her warm and throbbing slit from end to end! Many times before this, had I enjoyed this privilege and pleasure, but always without the accompaniment of the spicy sucking that was doubling my transports and was impelling me to pass on to her the delirious fury that was agitating me!

    Oh! the indescribable ecstasy! — to be sucked by one lovely woman while sucking another! Oh! the delightful postures of this doubled "soixante-neuf" which permitted my lascivious fair friends to taste the most piquant voluptuousness equally with myself! But soon I felt that the torrent of my sperm would overcome my efforts to restrain it so as to prolong my present bliss!

    "Gilberte! Gilberte!" I gasped brokenly, ceasing for the moment my sweet attentions to M- de Valencay's cunt — "Gilberte!.. I'm going to… spend… in your mouth…!"

    I saw her head quickly nod a sanction which after all was perhaps superfluous after our recent meeting. My mouth returned to Mme. de Valencay's cunt, my tongue resumed its voluptuous occupation with an ardour now unfettered by my efforts to retard my pleasure! Then came the ecstatic crisis! In my paroxysms of rapturous pleasure, my hands closed on my cousin's head, stopping the movements of her mouth! — I thrust my prick wildly down her throat! — my tongue madly darted deeply into Mme. de Valencay's quivering cunt! — … Oh!.. Oh!.. I spent!.. I spent!!..

    My boiling 'discharge shot in jets into Gilberte's mouth, making her retire in the middle of the eruption! Mme. de Valencay, half fainting with pleasure, dropped limply on me!.. We lay motionless till our energies revived. Then Gilberte wiped her mouth with her dressing-gown.

    "I believe I've swallowed some of it!" she exclaimed laughing.

    Mme. de Valencay's head happened to be close to Gilberte at the moment when the latter drew back with filled mouth in the middle of my discharge, and she got the rest of it on her face, — which made her laughingly tell Gilberte that the latter had kept her promise to leave a little for her. Then she slipped off the bed and hurried off to the dressing-room, picking up her dressing-gown and holding above her waist as a woman does when she fears that her chemise may get compromising traces! Of course in this case there was no such fear, — but the result was to exhibit the most charming contours! Gilberte in turn went off also to wash off the traces of her recent occupation, for which purpose she did not require to use the bidet! I also imitated them, for my mouth, my lips, my moustache, all bore evidence of Mme. de Valencay's warm feminine essence!

    While I was thus occupied, Gilberte returned and lay down carelessly on the sofa.. Mme. de Valencay went to her, and placing her hand laughingly on her pretty calves began to amuse herself by running her fingers softly up and down Gilberte's legs. But when she got above the knee, Gilberte stopped her.

    "Chut!.. Not here!.. Not before everybody!"

    "It isn't before everybody!"

    "Please don't trouble about me!" I said.

    This little gust of passionate affection concluded for the time with a kiss from Angela to her friend, which clearly meant a great deal. There was no doubt about it! — my delicious companions were worshippers at the shrine of the Lesbian Venus! This revelation did not surprise me as far as Mme. de Valencay was concerned, — to so voluptuous a woman nothing that was connected with sexual pleasures would be unknown to her, — but I never imagined that my naughty little cousin also had this fantasy! I was far from being displeased at this discovery, and I had the curiosity to ask since when had they mutually enjoyed each other. Then to my surprise, I learnt that it was Gilberte who had in the first instance seduced Angela! As girls they were great friends, — and one day, or rather night, an overflow of guests at a country house at which they were staying compelled their hostess to ask them to share the same bed. And oddly enough, it then came out that I must also have been a guest on that very occasion! Among my dancing partners was a certain Mme. B…, the fiancee of a happy mortal introduced to me as Monsieur R…, a Colonel in civil employ in the War Office. This girl had become Madame R…, and her husband having obtained rapid promotion (as well may be imagined) was now one of the pillars of the Administration! As for her, after that valse with me, she had under an assumed name executed dances of quite a different nature, — and I had often had the pleasure of being her partner without either of us recognising the other!

    "So after all, there is no reason why you should be so particular to-day, Gilberte!" I said, as I played gently with her bottom and her pretty white breasts. She only laughed and hid her face in her hands. We asked what was the cause of her merriment.

    "Now, I come to think of it," she replied, "it must have been the very night on which you danced with Angela that she and I did!.."

    "Of course in honour of myself and of all the partners that had pleased you!"

    "But my dear," exclaimed Mme. de Valencay, who continued to use this name, "you really are very indiscreet to tell Monsieur who I am! Fortunately he is your cousin instead of simply one of your lovers, and so the knowledge will not go any further. However, Monsieur, you must allow me to continue to be an entire stranger to you, should we ever happen to meet anywhere outside. Merci, I shall be delighted to continue on our old footing, and to place at your disposal myself and any talent I may have.

    I promised, I swore to obey faithfully all her wishes, — and this little interlude did not divert the ardour that began to assert itself in our senses.

    The thought that my cousin's friend, this lady whose naked charms I was enjoying, was really Mme. B… and now Mme. R… the wife of a man high in office, — and that she came to this asylum of elegant immorality and discreet prostitution as a habit nee, to yield herself to the most unrestrained demands of her lust, to the most erotic fantasies,

    — this thought did not tend to allay my concupiscence! Every sensation is heightened by contrast. A fair valley is doubly delicious after a painful toiling burning rocks. The possession of a woman outwardly of rigid virtue seems to some preferable to having a beautiful courtesan! It is simply the idea of contrast that makes certain lovers dress their mistresses as nuns before rogering them! So with this woman, already so desirable while I thought she was simply a fast member of good Society (an opinion quite justified by her bold ways, her science in provocative arts, her freedom from prejudice as to the ways of enjoyment) what additional piquancy her favours acquired now that I knew that the lovely body she delighted to surrender to my licentious caresses was that of a well-bred and beautiful member of Society, respected in her circle, but who knew how to become debauched, naughty, almost as if she wished to make up for the time she was compelled, under the dictates of polite society, to behave as a "virtuous and godly matron!"

    It was an agreeable sequel to my surprise when Gilberte, instead of manifesting by tears, refusals etc. her dislike to seeing her position as a woman of respectability compromised in the eyes of some one that knew who she was, did not hesitate to be persuaded by the calls of her flesh and blood, — and resolving to see in me only a lover, lavished on me the pleasures of her person with an ardour and abandonment I could not have dreamt of! So I renewed to both my fair friends my vows of discretion etc., adding that I swore on what I considered to be my most precious possession, viz, my prick, — which now was asserting itself boldly under the caresses of their delicate hands.

    "Egoist!" they exclaimed, — "so what we have is not so precious according to your ideas!"

    "What you girls have is to me the dearest of possessions and what I have to enable me to enjoy yours is to me the most precious."

    "That is sweet of you! But I'm afraid that we are wasting good time! '

    "And in a costume that in itself makes one wish to employ the time more sweetly!" added Gilberte.

    "Just listen to her!" exclaimed Mme. de Valencay.

    "Who loves me will follow me!" cried Gilberte, throwing herself on the bed.

    And very shortly there raged between the three of us a storm of kisses, interspersed with exciting touchings and gropings and all the delicious preludes to a fresh bout of love! My hands wandered over two pairs of bubbies, two pairs of thighs: my mouth and my tongue played on theirs, deserting them at times in favour of two other mouths lower down and sweetly hairy — desertions which their charming owners did not seem to mind if I might judge by the sweet murmurs that came from the former as I licked and tickled the latter! Oh! if I only had two tongues so that I could gamahuche them both at the same time!

    When at length I ceased and rose, I saw they both were on fire from the ardent way in which they kissed each other! Thereupon, I passed my arms round them, and drawing them close to me so that their lips and mine were touching I murmured "Oh! you two darlings! what a delicious and adorable pair of gougnottes you would make!"

    A gentle cuff on my head told me that the word was not strange to my fair friends — but the smiles that their faces wore showed me that they were not displeased by my audacity.

    "Won't you then do it before me?" I whispered — "do let me see you!"

    "Oh! what a mad idea!.. Well, what do you say, Gilberte?"-.

    "Oh! I daren't! — I really couldn't!.. see, we aren't by ourselves!"

    "He won't look at you!.. Come!.. I want it!.. I'll do it to you!"

    Mme. de Valencay slipped across me and gave my cousin several long clinging kisses, — then quickly placed her head between Gilberte's thighs, and soon the latter began to quiver under the action of the former's tongue! Leaning over my pretty cousin as she lay deliciously happy, I kissed her rosy lips, introducing my tongue between them as I revelled at the sight of these two naked lovely women surrendering themselves to their lesbian passions before me! Suddenly, Mme. de Valencay stopped, raised herself, then flushing with delight, turned herself round and straddling across Gilberte, she placed herself on Gilberte, reversing herself. Her lovely backside sank down and hid her friend's face, — then settling herself down with a movement or two she placed over Gilberte's mouth the cunt that sought the lingual caresses which she recommenced on Gilberte's cunt! As for me, I delightedly contemplated the curtain of flesh which masked my cousin's face, the two plump and white buttocks which already had begun to agitate themselves in sweet tremors under the caress that had commenced. My hand passed lovingly over the rounded contours, — my lips deposited a hundred kisses on them, — and my tongue passing along the valley that separated them, travelled downwards till it nearly met Gilberte's, now in full operation on Mme. de Valencay's cunt. But by this time it was not only a gentle tremor that agitated those charming globes of flesh, — it was a veritable storm of quivering heavings that indicated the approaching burst of her voluptuous discharge. I also, horribly excited, felt myself ready to spend, — but with a desperate effort I restrained, and eagerly watched my sweet pair of lesbians in the spasms of their spending! waiting impatiently for the finish of their ecstasy to beg one or the other of them to put out the fire that was blazing within me. But no! They continued in their charming posture!.. were they going to begin again?… oh! the naughty darlings!.. they started afresh! I bent down towards Mme. de Valencay, whose lips were playing on the lowest portion of the dark silky fleece on Gilberte's cunt. On seeing me she discontinued for a moment her charming employment.

    "Are you going to do it again?" I asked eagerly.

    "Well… yes! it's all your fault, you know I you've so excited us!"

    "You naughty girls! O you're a pair of naughty, naughty girls!" I exclaimed — then kissed her luscious lips all moist and impregnated with Gilberte's spendings!

    Before allowing her to resume her duties, I amused myself by playing with the hairs on my cousin's cunt. She began to do the same with one of her delicate hands!

    "What lovely fur Gilberte has!" she murmured — "and pretty thighs!" she added as she passed her hands lovingly up and down over the satiny skin from the top of Gilberte's cream-coloured stockings right up to the sweet junction with her abdomen. I in turn did the same.

    "Now, I begin to understand," I remarked "why one loves to get one's head between a girl's thighs even though one should be a girl!"

    "Rather say because one is a girl!" she replied laughing, "for it is all that a girl can do unfortunately!"

    "Now tell me," I continued seriously, "which gives a girl the intensest pleasure — to be sucked by a man or by a girl?"

    My pretty companion laughed amusedly, tickled at the idea of such a conversation being carried on in the silent presence of Gilberte's cunt. But at all event, she recognised that here was a chance to test the pleasing experiment.

    "Gilberte!" she called out — "we are both going to do it to you, — tell us who does it best! you go on!" she whispered, pointing to Gilberte's cunt lying temptingly ready.

    Her increasing agitation as betrayed by her voice clearly indicated that the fair judge was getting impatient and had recommenced her sweet ministrations to her friend's cunt! Quickly, I thrust my tongue into the charming slit so impatiently awaiting it, my salute being received with violent and rapturous transports! After a few moments, I made way for Mme. de Valencay, who before long stopped for Gilberte's verdict. But the latter remained silent! — her tongue was too much occupied with Angela's cunt! and the fair owner, no longer able to restrain herself, stopped talking philosophy with me to give herself up to the imperative call of fast increasing pleasure. Thus the interesting experiment remained unsolved, ample opportunity being now available for some fair seeker after truth to test the efficiency of the male and the female tongue on her cunt! But I felt I could no longer remain an idle spectator of so voluptuous a combat!.. I must cut in somehow!

    "Would you like all you can get now?" I whispered in Mme. de Valencay's ear.

    "Yes!.. yes!.. "she answered, her tongue hard at work!

    "You would? O you naughty thing!.. You would like…feuille de rose?"

    "Yes!.. yes!.. yes!..? she murmured with difficulty!

    Promptly my tongue commenced to wander up and down between the firm yet elastic twin globes of her bottom, traversing the depths of the mysterious valley that separated her buttocks, thrusting, tickling, and working her into erotic fury. The naked bodies of the two girls plunged and twisted to the accompaniment of broken murmurs and inarticulate ejaculations! And I? Their lascivious transports sent me into a state of lustful excitement impossible to describe! — it was veritable torture! I could stand it no longer! — I must have something, some hole — a mouth, a cunt! I rushed behind Mme. de Valencay as she lay astride across Gilberte's face, — I caught a glimpse of the cunt the latter was licking and sucking, — I slipped my rampant and furious prick between her nose, her lips and the grotto of love, — I drove her tongue away, — and rammed myself in!

    O-the exquisite pleasure! — O the cunt, so soft, so deliciously warm and moist, so exquisitely lubricated by my cousin's ministrations! But I was soon forced to beat a retreat! — it was contrary to the principles of my voluptuous partner to allow her cunt to be invaded in this way, and in spite of my endeavours to the contrary and the grip of her posteriors I had effected in my desperation, she managed to dislodge me!

    "O, you are very disobedient!" she exclaimed, shaking her finger at me, "we must bring you to order! O look at it! how angry it is, poor thing!" — it was my raging prick that she was addressing — "come! we'll soon calm you, Sir! Lie down!" she added to me.

    I released Gilberte, whose head had been imprisoned between my legs.

    "You were in a funny position!" Mme. de Valencay said to her.

    "You at all events cannot say that he didn't have you, dear! At all events I could see! He went into you up to your hair! O yes, you were properly had that time, my love!

    "As a matter of fact, you ought to have kept him out!"

    But by now, I was on my back. Mme. de Valencay, after some tender kisses, directed her mouth to where a different function was eagerly awaiting her. "After the cunt of the girl-cousin, naturally comes the turn of the male-cousin's prick!" she said, laughingly. I suggested to Gilberte that she should let me suck her, and although she had already spent plentifully with her friend, she was none the less ready to commence anew!" Gladly! gladly!" she exclaimed, as she slipped across my face and adjusted her cunt so as to rest on my mouth!

    I plunged my tongue wildly into it, though I was almost swooning with ecstatic rapture as Mme. de Valencay devoted herself to my prick — kissing, sucking and tickling the gland with the tip of her warm tongue and her burning mouth, then allaying the poignant sensations thus excited by ardent and passionate suction. Then she would remain

    passive, retaining my prick in her mouth and letting me work it up and down deliciously between her lips! and when I stopped, she would resume the entrancing motion! It was a taste of Paradise that I would gladly have prolonged indefinitely I Hut this was impossible! I simply couldn't contain myself any more! My tongue redoubled its activity on Gilberte's clitoris! — my hands clenched Mme. de Valencay's head! — between her delicious lips my prick worked itself faster… faster!.. with a frenzied upward heave, I shoved it into her throat! — I surrendered myself wildly to my pleasure!.. then spent… spent… spent… nearly swooning as I shot my three burning discharges into her mouth!

    Without the least flinching, M " de Valencay received and retained in her mouth this unceremonious homage to her charms, and also held as a prisoner the object that had caused the deluge, till its last spasm, — while Gilberte (who had spent equally deliciously on me) fell breathless and panting on me with a gasp of pleasure, — and thus we rested for some instants in rapturous oblivion.

    "What's the time?" asked Mme. de Valencay, who had slipped on her chemise again and was engaged before the mirror with a powder puff. "Six o'clock."

    "Heavens! And I have to dine out to-night! I shall hardly have time to get back and dress! My husband will be cross!"

    "The same with me!" exclaimed Gilberte. "My husband will scold me!"

    Quickly and hurriedly, the two ladies picked out their belongings from the mass of garments lying all over the room, — and soon put on their drawers (the most useless things where love is concerned) corsets, skirts, etc., and very soon were fully attired and ready to appear in public. I called carriages.

    Just then Mme. de Saint-Edme asked for a word with Gilberte and whispered something to her.

    "Not this afternoon! — I've no time!" she replied.

    "Only tell me if you would be willing and when."

    "I would like it, — but I'll write."

    Mme. de Valencay caught her arm and asked what it was all about. Gilberte whispered something. I in turn asked for information, but the two ladies went off in fits of laughter.

    Later on, I learnt that what had been asked of her and what she had accepted was to be introduced to a young and pretty actress who was well-known as a high-priestess of Lesbians, and who had desired to make my cousin's acquaintance and to cultivate her in the charming intimacy necessary to the cult. I venture to say that she will not be disappointed.




    CHAPTER 2

    MME. GERMAIN AT HOME

    "Well? And your loves? Have you brought your last conquest to a successful termination?"

    The person who was thus questioning me was Madame de Liancourt, who I was about to accompany in her carriage at the close of a Charity Ball given at the Hotel C.

    "What new conquest?" I asked.

    "You know! The lady with whom you were seen in the Bois the other day! It was most imprudent on your part to thus compromise her! Now, was she not the wife of Maitre B., the lawyer?"

    "What? Did you really see us? Do you know her? I assure you…"

    "My dear man, you are defending yourself very badly! But otherwise, my compliments to you I She really is very nice I And has she been… kind? She has the air of being a trifle too unsophisticated for you, but she is in excellent hands and will soon learn… eh? Tell me, have you already educated her to humour your… caprices?"

    "Dear Madame! I assure you…"

    "Come, come, — you needn't tell me this, me, your old pupil! You know I won't be jealous!"

    "A pupil who has graduated with honour to her teacher and now possibly exceeds him!"

    "Be polite, if you please! You men are really too awful! You teach a poor innocent girl all sorts of naughty things, and then you reproach her if she should put your lessons into practice!

    "I reproach you? — on the contrary! I prefer you as you now are, so knowing, — so charmingly naughty!"

    "Then tell me. "-o

    "Here conies your carriage! Haven't you changed your coachman?"

    "Yes and no! Baptiste drives when I go out in domestic state in the company of my lord and master, my husband. But when I go by myself, I drop the family coachman and the family state and take a hired carriage. It is better in case of any… adventures, — for then I have nobody's indiscretions to fear! Baptiste, for instance, knows you."

    "Without knowing my successors!"

    "You rude man! Come, open the carriage door for me!"

    "May I not" have the honour of accompanying you?"

    "Oh, yes! I know what you mean! You don't deserve to be allowed! But you must behave properly! Tell the man to drive to Rue de Suresnes."

    Since the termination of my liaison with Madame de Liancourt, a liaison which terminated without any rupture or unpleasantness, she (so she told me) had been leading a life without restraint and unfettered by any ties. She amused herself by studies in the physiology of Love, selecting her subjects for comparison how and where she pleased. Further, we had agreed to confide to each other the result of our various amatory adventures, and we did not interdict ourselves from renewing our former intimate relations if we so desired — if our electric currents should attract us to each other and if their tension should become such as to make the contact of our naked bodies bring about a "discharge" (truly, a scientific word, but one most appropriate for the occasion)!

    This evening, we were in such a condition.

    Speaking for myself, the act of dancing, the sight of bare shoulders and breasts emerging from their lace surroundings as if to challenge men to consider whether what was hidden was likely to correspond with what was being shewn, all this had greatly excited me; and it did not make me any the calmer to be seated beside a lovely woman of about thirty, luscious and voluptuous to the degree at which a touch of maturity adds such spice to the charm of youth!

    As for tell-tale eyes (which seemed to say "Do you remember?" and "Shall we re-commence?"), the gentle friction of her knees against mine as the carriage swayed, and a thousand other signs, showed me clearly that she was quite willing to satisfy with me the warm desire, the longing for a man which a hot-blooded woman feels after inhaling the masculine odour emanating from her dancing partners and after having abandoned herself to their more or less lascivious embrace. We could not but concentrate our ardent desires one for the other, — she, with all the burning longings of an erotically excited woman; I, with all the lustful ideas which riot through the brain of a man as he looks at pretty women and mentally undressing them imagines their appearances without clothes!

    It was not therefore very surprising that before we had got half way to our destination, I threw my arm round Mme. de Liancourt's waist, brought my face against hers, and set to work to kiss her on her mouth and with my tongue to seek hers. My disengaged hand slipped up under the frilly flounces of her ball-dress, crept along over her silk clad legs and over her garters, and little by little reached her drawers and found the opening — through which it passed and commenced to touch and play with the close clustering and mossy forest of silky curly hairs.

    "Wretch!" gasped my companion, as she abandoned herself to the voluptuous sensations that my finger was communicating to her as it sought to bury itself in her warm moist slit! In kindly reciprocation, her white-gloved hand travelled over my trousers, till it found the unmistakable proof of my excited condition! Quickly sundry buttons

    yielded, — and then I felt against my sensitive skin the touch of dainty gloved fingers which promptly began their delicious manoeuvres, returning service for service, pleasure for pleasure!

    Not a word passed! — only the sound of sighs, breathings, gaspings, as fingers and tongues busied themselves in their salacious duties! Oh, why is man not physically able (as a woman is) to sacrifice to Venus over and over again with hardly a pause, as women can? — Why must there as a rule be a break between one sacrifice and the next? With what delight would I have surrendered myself to the exquisitely maddening sensations communicated to my rampant prick by those gloved fingers and their subtle compression, even at the risk of ruining those white kid-gloves! But as I looked and hoped for a more completely satisfactory gratification of my lust before long, I managed to retain my burning ardour and keep it in reserve! More fortunate than me, Mme. de Liancourt, whose soft smooth thighs kept squeezing my hand, let herself go! — gasping, panting, quivering, she clung to me, spasmodically agitating her heaving hips and bottom — then inundated my hand with the creamy dew of her ecstatic discharge!

    Just then the carriage stopped. Hastily we adjusted our dress, and after sending the carriage away, we entered the house in which Mme. de Liancourt's suite was located. A dim light had been left burning for her. As she passed the concierge's den she gave her name as Mme. Germain, telling me after we had passed inside that this was the name by which she was known here.

    The suite was on the first floor. Mme. de Liancourt unlocked the door herself and ushered me into a handsomely furnished vestibule in which a rose-shaded lamp shed a soft light quite sufficient to illuminate the place. She remarked that she had done the furnishing, and that besides this there were a few more rooms. "Here's the Temple!" she exclaimed, leading me into the bedroom, the best room of the suite. In it was a bed, large and low with thick curtains, a veritable theatre of Love! In one corner was one of those long and low easy chairs which accommodate so delightfully the form of a woman, especially when she is surrendering herself to furtive fondling and groping under her clothes! Numerous cushions were scattered all over the place; in another corner was a dainty stove; against one wall stood a full-length mirror. A smaller room opening into the bedroom had been furnished as a dressing and bathroom; here one saw displayed and ready for use the whole of a woman's mysterious toilet equipage, low divans, bidet, douche, basins, jars of essences, bottles of scent; a third room also communicating with the bedroom served as a boudoir, but for the moment fulfilled the office of a supper room, as the table had been laid with a cold supper for two persons. Thick close carpets covered the whole of the floors, and each room was fitted after the convenient English fashion with gas heating and lighting apparatus, thus enabling the occupant to practically dispense with servants.

    "Does your maid Justine attend on you here?"

    "No, only the concierge's wife and her sister."

    "But what do they think when they see you here?"

    Madame de Liancourt smiled with a significant glance from her eyes and a gesture that plainly said that the presence of a gentleman would not occasion any surprise!

    "Then they must have queer ideas about you?"

    "My dear man, I have made the position quite simple and easy by not attempting to hide anything, but to pass as a cocotte. You see this cuts short all suppositions!"

    Undoubtedly she had freed herself from traditions since I last had the honour of being entertained in her arms; and her candid admissions constituted in her quite a new attraction for me!

    "Then this evening you are going to be my little cocotte!" I replied as I amorously kissed her mouth. She nodded, with a smile.

    Then I proceeded to utilize with her to its best advantage her luxuriously equipped installation. I began by taking off her shoes, — and under the pretence that her high laced uppers rendered it necessary, I lifted the frilly flounces of her ball-dress and petticoats till the bewitching sight of a pretty woman's dainty underclothing was displayed to me, — the neatly shod tiny feet, the delicately rounded silk covered calves, the tempting garters above her knees, the strip of naked flesh just above them, her semi-transparent drawers with their frills, — all framed by the surrounding waves of her petticoats!

    "What are you about?… come, do take off my shoes!"

    But in spite of protests, I managed to deposit sundry hot kisses on the tempting bare flesh just above the garters; then in reluctant obedience I took off her shoes and helped her out of her ball-dress, — but not without permitting myself sundry libertine and wanton touches! How delicious it is to feel a girl's naked flesh under its gauzy covering, to pass one's hands over her back and loins, her hips and haunches, her bottom, when protected only by a thin chemise! — then turning one's attention to her front, to draw the light folds tightly round her so as to reveal her shapely round belly and thighs, to press the light material well in between her legs! O what delicious preliminaries! — and what riotous desires they kindle! And how girls always pretend to try and prevent the taking of such liberties, pleading shame as an incentive to induce the tickling which invariably results and which draws from them the inflaming little screams and wriggles they know so well how to give! My pretty companion did not disappoint me in this respect!

    "Wait, wait!" she ejaculated as she freed herself from my audacious hands and ran towards the dressing-room, pausing at the door to say softly but significantly, "I have danced a lot to-night, and… I have not forgotten your… caprices!"

    Could one be paid a more delicate attention or be given a more discreet invitation? Promptly I undressed myself, — then when Mme. de Liancourt had quitted the dressing-room, I passed in, and presently I joined her on the bed on which she had laid herself.

    "Let us stay as we are on the top and not under the sheets!" she suggested, — "it is warm."

    "By all means, — and we can also see each other better!"

    "You are just the same, — or rather worse than ever! You have already seen me all over, — you know every bit of me!"

    "Yes, — but a man can't see too much of a pretty girl."

    "You're very complimentary to day! Well, if you must…"

    She had on only a light dressing-gown, and nothing under it! not even a chemise! One by one, I undid the fastenings in front, and soon there was nothing to hide her naked beauty from her garters to her neck, round which she had retained a loop of velvet. Her white satin-like skin lay open to my sight interrupted only by the tawny gold patch that covered the lowest extremity of her belly with its clustering curls.

    "You have grown a little fatter, my love," I remarked as my hands passed over her naked flesh!

    "Too much so?" she asked regarding her-self.

    "Oh no, — you're just perfect, just delicious!"

    "And what about you?… The same as before?" With her soft hand she began to feel me, and little by little she approached the organ she had already so deliciously honoured during the drive, — then gently took hold of it!

    "How stiff it is!" she said softly — "how it swells! — it seems quite pleased to meet its old friend! Eh?… You're very pleased, old chap, aren't you… eh?… eh?… "(she spoke as if to her pet dog). And you've seen cunts of every shade of hair since you last saw mine."

    "As to hairs, yes," I replied, — "but nothing so adorable as this!" — (my readers can guess where my fingers now were!) What a lot you've got!"

    "More than Madame Beaupre?"

    "I haven't yet seen hers!"

    "Come, come, what nonsense! Haven't you then even touched it?"

    "Hers couldn't possibly be more lovely than yours!"

    After many a burning kiss, many a thrilling tonguing, my mouth in its turn visited and explored all that my eyes had been feasting on, — my hands meanwhile playing with her neck, arms, shoulders, haunches, and then her saucy breasts — the nipples of which I playfully bit gently as I watched the lovely owner as she lay pleased and smiling. Then going a little lower, I pressed my lips through her hairs with the intention of working my way along her tender slit, with the result that my tongue was soon inside her cunt! Madame de Liancourt no longer smiled, she was now too much absorbed in the sensations of the moment — as was conclusively evident by her broken breathing and the wriggling movements of her loins, haunches, hips and bottom!

    "Together!.. both together!" she presently murmured, — then disengaged herself for a moment to pull back a curtain and reveal a large mirror in which one could see everything that passed on the bed!

    "Isn't it shocking?" she laughed. Then without further delay I placed myself on my back, my head between her legs, our bodies forming that delightful posture know a soixante-neuf…Reflected faithfully in the mirror, I could see the back of Mme. de Liancourt, the adorable curves of her loins, her superb hips and haunches, the magnificent globes of her bottom — between which was visible my head framed by her plump round thighs, — while my thighs in turn flanked my voluptuous companion's bent down head, of which I could only see a few on the curls on her neck!

    O what pleasures we tasted! what ecstatic quiverings thrilled through our bodies as our mouths emulated each other in their efforts to communicate to each other the most poignant and rapturous bliss! Mme. de Liancourt devoted herself divinely to her sweet function! Although her mouth was small, she succeeded in making it large enough to get into it nearly the whole of my swollen and rampant prick, her fingers supplementing her lips as regards the portion left outside and making me feel exactly as if the whole of my organ was buried inside her mouth! On my side, my tongue (admittedly agile and clever by every woman who had allowed herself the experience) excelled itself in its efforts to drive Mme. de Liancourt into indescribable ecstasy, ecstasy shared also by me, — for nothing can be more heavenly to the man than to feel the rapturous thrillings of pleasure as they vibrate through the woman to whom he is endeavouring to impart the most exquisite pleasure she is capable of tasting, and who is ready to forgive the immorality of the act so long as she is maintained in a heaven of blissfulness! Having thoroughly teased, worried and tickled her clitoris with my tongue and excited it by tender nibbles of my teeth, I attacked the quivering lips of Mme. de Liancourt's cunt, thrusting my tongue deeply between them and arousing in her a hitherto unfelt depth of pleasure, so keen and so voluptuous as to cause such violent agitation of her hips and the globes of her bottom, that although I was gripping the latter with my hands, I could scarcely restrain their plunging movements sufficiently to maintain my mouth on the dear object of its worship!

    Finally we disengaged ourselves, and adopting the ordinary position I extended myself on the bosom of my voluptuous companion; she clasped me closely to her with her lovely arms, and in silence we united the parts of ourselves that our lips and our tongues now finding themselves together again sought mutually pardon for the lascivious caprice which had temporarily separated them! Oh! how delicious is the passage into a grotto that one has been kissing and sucking till the sweet interior has lubricated itself by successive spendings! — The heavenly up-and-down joggings are so delightfully facilitated, the pleasure becomes doubly sweet owing to the more intimate contact and union of sexual parts, while the girl now provoked into the highest pitch of erotic desire, quivering with unsatisfied lust and deliriously enjoying her position under her lover and the clasp of his arms, abandons herself ecstatically to the sensations of the moment in furious unison with him!

    Presently, I saw Mme. de Liancourt's eyes turn upwards and half close as the first spasms of pleasure began to thrill through her.

    "Gently!.. gently!.. "she gasped!.. "Oh!.. it's just heavenly!.. gently darling!.. oh!.. oh!.. wait!.. wait!.. I'm… just coming!.. coming!.. oh!.. oh!.."

    Our tumultuous plungings and heavings quickened frenziedly, then ceased in a storm of kisses!

    "O darling, what a deluge! I'm absolutely full of it!" And she rushed off to wash and purify herself.

    After a visit in my turn to the lavatory, we were ready for supper: pate de foie gras and old Sauterne are most excellent auxiliaries to Venus!

    Mme. de Liancourt had placed herself at the table with only a dressing-gown on. This did not remain fastened for long, — and then the spectacle of her naked charms and the sensations excited mutually by our inquisitive and wandering hands quickly put us in train for more erotic scenes, which soon began to be reflected in the mirror.

    "Tell me," said Mme. de Liancourt, "have you ever done this with Mme. de B."

    "No."

    "I can hardly believe you! Then for this particular caprice of yours you have come to your old pupil, your present one not yet being educated up to it! But no doubt you will before long gently break her to it, — just as if you were newly married husband and wife! I should like to see you at it! You might do much worse than to let me have her for a time to polish and finish her in these matters!"

    "You're very kind! Only you would inspire her with 'desire for girls, not for men. You know you thus seduce all your girl friends in this particular way!"

    "Come, come, — don't you speak evil of this fancy of mine, you of all people! — for except for it, you would never have met me! But don't you know that a woman can and does love to… amuse… herself with women as well as with men? I can, for instance!"

    "Yes! that may be! — but there aren't many like you! Most girls go after either girls or men. You are essentially a woman of pleasure, devoted to pleasure, loving pleasure for the sake of pleasure, — ready to taste it in any form, with complete indifference to the sex of the person that is communicating pleasure to you!"

    "I am not worse than you, my friend!"

    "I'm not reproaching you! I'm simply stating a fact, which explains why we understand each other so splendidly! You have learnt how men can induce pleasure and how women can impart it, — and so you go from sex to sex audaciously experimenting, without being able to decide which you like the best!"

    "I'm exactly like you in this respect, my friend!"

    "Yes! but with this one important difference, — the feminine sex satisfies my exigencies and my curiosity and generally in every direction in which I may be tempted to pursue my researches!"

    "Prettily spoken, my friend! — Still, had I your present sweetheart as a pupil, I would soon inculcate in her quite as excellent principles only more in accord with my tastes; I would impress her with myself as an example and also to keep her from concentrating herself on any one person, be it male or female! More over, unless I am deceived by the look of her eyes, she possesses the right temperament for my teaching; and I fancy it would not be long before your little innocent friend is ready and willing to lend herself to all sorts of salacious variations of carnal love, — and who knows?

    — may become the mistress both of yourself and of myself!"

    Mme. de Liancourt laughed merrily, then continued, — "But I won't ask for so much! I would like just to give her one lesson for your special benefit, — and I would even allow you to listen behind the door, so that you can judge for yourself whether I overstep the bounds of what a girl ought really to know!"

    I fell in with her fantasy and I agreed to her suggestion. In my secret heart, the idea of having a woman as my rival in the affections of another woman was to me exceedingly piquant, — and I gladly left her to carry out her caprice.

    Mme. de Liancourt accompanied me one day when I had arranged to meet Martha; and as soon as we discovered the latter she went forward by herself to meet her as from me, while I slipped off to her chambers. Mme. de Liancourt told Martha that the latter's husband was suspicious, and was endeavouring to have a watch kept on her. — And this was why I had not come to the rendez-vous, — that I had asked her to come instead to explain and to bring her to where I was awaiting her. After a little hesitation, Martha consented to accompany her to the Rue de Suresnes.

    Presently (hidden in the small boudoir) I saw them come in and pass into the bedroom.

    "You're quite safe here! You're in my own rooms! Here you can bill and coo as much as you please with your lover!"

    Martha coloured to the tips of her little ears.

    "But, Madame, Monsieur R. isn't my lover! We have never…"

    "Really? My child, you have done well to tell me this, — you need fear no indiscretion on my part, for I also have a lover! The danger you were running has made me take an interest in you, and this is why I gladly brought you here at the request of Monsieur R… Really it was almost heroic of me to do so, for there are not many women who would go out of their way to bring to a mutual male friend another woman younger and prettier than herself I But it is so, dear, for you are certainly prettier than me!"

    She kissed Martha. Then she invited her to lake off her wraps and to make herself at home. But when she observed that Martha remained fully dressed with the exception of her mantle, she said to her.

    "Don't be afraid, dear! do make yourself at home and do as I do! You mustn't remain as you are and receive your lover so, — for men like to see their sweethearts in some dishabille when they come to visit them, — besides this, I have to change my dress for my evening's engagements. It will be pleasant to take advantage of this and see how some of my dresses will look on you, — an excellent idea — for should any one have followed us here and finds us so engaged, it will completely throw them off the scent!"

    I admired the cleverness of this argument!

    Mme. de Liancourt rapidly divested herself of her dress, corset, and petticoats till she had on her chemise only; then she proceeded to reduce Martha to a similar condition of undress, in spite of the latter's hesitation especially as to removing her corset, as she alleged that she should keep this on if she was to try on any dresses! This Mme. de Liancourt would not agree to!

    "You wear very pretty under-clothing, dear! — no doubt you study his tastes in such details?"

    This was a good guess, — for Martha had put on the corset we had bought together, also the lace petticoats and the delicately trimmed chemise. How delicate is the female instinct in the matter of attracting the male amorous desires!

    "I do not know whether my dress will fit you, dear," continued Mme. de Liancourt. "I think I am bigger than you are in the bust!"

    Under this pretext she threw open her chemise and exhibited her breasts, which she set to work to compare with those of Martha, after having first unfastened and opened the latter's chemise.

    "What deliciously white and firm little bubbies you have, dear! I expect you have often been complimented on them! A very fortunate man is your lover, — of course I don't mean your husband, — for if the latter saw you thus, I suppose he would trop to spoil these little darlings, where as your lover would know how to show his appreciation of them by his caresses."

    "Suppose he should suddenly turn up and catch us as we are!

    "I should rush off into any corner that I could!" replied Mme. de Liancourt with a smile she endeavoured vainly to repress! She added:

    "But at a ball we women show quite as much of ourselves as you and I are now doing! I, at all events, have my dresses cut low enough to let my nipples be seen! Besides, it is only a woman with a bad figure that objects to be found naked or practically so! I'm not one of that lot! — see!"

    With a touch, she caused her chemise to fall to her feet, and stepped forward out of it in all her glorious nudity, the effect being heightened by the contrast caused by triangular patch of tawny golden hair at the junction of her belly and thighs and her black silk stockings with their rose-tinted garters worn above the knees!

    "This is how I meet my lover!" she said.

    Martha became scarlet!

    "How you are blushing, dear! Is it because of the sight of me standing naked? If so, you remind me of one of my girl friends who declares that the sight of me naked excites her much more than the sight of a naked man would do! Every time she comes to see me, she insists on my undressing myself completely in front of her! — and then you should see how she kisses and embraces me juste as if she was playing with a naked man! Then she will go and do a thousand and one improper and indecent things to me which at first used to make me feel horribly ashamed, but which now I really like — ever to the length of paying her back in the same coin! Ot! it's lovely! And mind you, we're not deceiving our husbands! Strange, but true! isn't it, eh?"

    She kissed the blushing Martha, and continued:

    "Even since, I have had lovers and… enjoyed them; I still recollect how delicious those tete-a-tetes with my girl friend were! We used to caress and kiss each others breasts, like this…"

    "Oh! you're biting me!"

    "Doesn't your lover do this to you?… Oh! see how the pretty little nipples are stiffening and standing out!"

    "Oh! Madame, you're tickling me!.. Oh I take away your hand!.. Oh! what are you doing!.. No!.. no!.. I don't want it!"

    Mme. de Liancourt had seized Martha and was passionately clasping her against herself, holding her tightly with one arm round her waist while she slipped her other hand between Martha's thighs! The latter, utterly surprised by this sudden attack, could only struggle feebly!

    "Oh!.. but Madame, what… are you going… to do… to me?"

    "Make love with you, darling! I'm gone on you! Don't you know how one woman can adore another? — how two women can mutually prove their love for each other? — Let me show you! But you surely must know all about it! At school, didn't one of the bigger girls take charge of you, and teach you… this? Ah! — you're blushing now. Oh! you little humbug!.."

    "That was so long ago!.. I quite forget it all!.."

    "No, one never forgets that sort of thing! Your girl friend must have had a sweet time! Come, dear little humbug, what was it you used to… do together?…"

    "Really I don't know!"

    "Really and truly?… Well, I know!.. Come, you'd like to do it again, wouldn't you?… with me?"

    "No, — no! Suppose… he came in!.."

    "He can't, without our hearing him!.. Come, you pretty little coward, come! Place yourself against me!.. so! Take off your chemise!.. you can have a dressing gown if you like!"

    She gave Martha one.

    "No, don't fasten it!.. leave it quite open!.. I want to have a good look at you!.. your breasts — your belly — your hairs!.. Oh! how they curl and cluster!"

    Suddenly she knelt and applied her lips to the dark triangular patch that luxuriated at the end of Martha's stomach, the latter still offering a shame-faced resistance!

    "No, no!" she cried, squeezing her legs closely together.

    It had been however decreed and registered in the Book of Lesbian Venus that Mme. de Liancourt should sacrifice yet another victim on the altar dedicated to tribadic love! I didn't think it was advisable to intervene! I felt sure that my turn would come before long, — and in the meantime here was Mme. de Liancourt preparing for my delectation the most charming spectacle one could desire, one which the famous Regent would gladly have had performed before him at the Palais-Royal, yes, and paid cheerfully for it also!

    Martha, now half-willing and still half-reluctant, passively allowed herself to be placed on the sofa. Mme. de Liancourt seated herself at Martha's side, passed one arm round her and slipped her other hand between Martha's thighs while she passionately kissed her, darting her tongue into Martha's mouth! Her finger, directed by both art and passion, soon produced the desired result! Martha's breath began to come brokenly, her eyes half closed, her bosom and breasts heaved agitatedly! At this moment Mme. de Liancourt, no longer content to play only the part of the communicator of pleasure, caught hold of one of Martha's hands and gently conducted it to her own cunt with a mute demand for reciprocity! And Martha did not draw it back! — she recognised the silent request, and her gentle little hand began to do its untutored best!

    What a charming picture the pair made! — what a glorious group worthy of Fragonard or of Boucher! I would have paid gladly a long price for a series of photographs representing them thus! Both girls intertwining their lovely white thighs and slender legs, then separating them only to interlace them in some other way in the midst of a storm of kisses and broken ejaculations, principally from Mme. de Liancourt, who by now was simply mad with lust, her hips and haunches quivering, her body rapturously becoming more and more rigid!

    "Martha!.. oh darling!.. keep on!.. oh!.. keep on!.. You're… doing it… beautifully!.. Oh!.. Oh!.. I'm coming!.. Oh!.. Oh!.. I'm spending!.. Ah!.. a — h!.."

    A moment of silence followed this ecstatic crisis, Mme. de Liancourt still keeping her hand on Martha's slit!

    "Oh! how wet you are!.. You've also spent, you naughty thing! Darling, we've done it together!.. Wipe yourself!" She gave Martha a handkerchief.

    "Now, wasn't it good?"

    "Yes!" replied Martha, timidly.

    "Then let's do it together!"

    "If you like!"

    Immediately, our two lascivious heroines recommenced their lubricious caresses! Martha extended herself flat on her back on the sofa, and while her seducer, bending over her, looked her all over and felt and handled her as the spirit willed her, and freshly aroused in her new lust (as was manifest from the agitation of her bosom and breasts), Martha's hand, without invitation, stole to Mme. de Liancourt's cunt and resumed its loving ministration. She had caught the fancy, she, so timid with me!

    Nevertheless, she began to protest when, after having tenderly sucked her breasts, her mistress in lesbian pleasures carried her lips lower down!

    "No, no, — not there!" she panted, trying to raise herself.

    "Yes, yes! — I wish it! let me kiss your sweet cunny with its pretty hair! I'll do it just as well as your lover can!"

    But he has never… kissed me there!"

    "Then he doesn't know his duties as your lover! So much the better for me! I shall now be the first to do it to you! You'll see how delicious it is! I used to be just like you at first, — but now I simply adore this way! — and you'll always do it this way in future whenever you get a chance!.. So!.. Let me arrange you, open wider these pretty thighs!.."

    Then in the twinkling of an eye, the desired spot was covered with her lascivious and skilful mouth!

    "No! no!.. not there!.. not down there!.. "panted Martha as she felt Mme. de Liancourt's tongue wandering over her cunt still virgin to such treatment and to the accompanying sensations!

    For response, she was dragged down to the foot of the sofa, her thighs widely pulled apart, as Mme. de Liancourt falling on her knees between them murmured almost unconsciously:

    "Oh! what a lovely sweet fresh little cunny!.. Oh! the beauty!" Then, like the swoop of hawk on a chicken, her mouth attacked it and remained there as if glued to it! Completely defeated, Martha fell on her back again and resigned herself as best she could to abandon herself to the voluptuous sensations that now were thrilling through her, induced by the ardent tongue of her passionate friend! Some minutes thus passed! At last Mme. de Liancourt raised herself, red, flushed, panting, almost delirious!

    "Together?… together?… Will you?…"

    "What?" gasped Martha.

    "This!.. Let's do it together!.. Will you?…

    "If you wish it!.. But how?…"

    "I'll show you, darling!.. Now watch!.."

    She got on the sofa, turned her bottom towards Martha's head, straddled across Martha, then placed herself astride of her face, her belly resting on Martha's breasts and her cunt seeking the same lingual caress which she was recommencing on Martha's one now lying below her lips. Her thighs hid half the face of my sweet little mistress, and I could only see a bit of her forehead and her pretty hair emerge from between Mme. de Liancourt's buttocks. As the latter wriggled and waggled her charming globes of flesh in lascivious undulations, I noted that Martha had accommodated herself to her position, and that her mouth as docilely as her hand comprehended and daintily executed the delicate function demanded from it!

    But as for Mme. de Liancourt, she was simply mad with passionate lust! What a strange thing it is that a woman can thus procure for herself such keen and ecstatic enjoyment in thus caressing another woman! I was splendidly placed for contemplating her, — and also the object of her delirious worship! I saw her face in profile, her chin resting on the hairs, her mouth poised on the lips of Martha's slit between which her tongue was playing! These secret charms of Martha, hitherto unknown to me, made me envy Mme. de Liancourt both her place and the game she was playing! Time after time I was on the point of bursting out of my hiding place, and planting my mouth on the sweet spot she was attacking! — (our convention would have authorised the act) but I refrained! The charm of the spectacle fascinated me!

    Sometimes Mme. de Liancourt seemed as if she wanted to get the whole of Martha's cunt into her mouth! — sometimes amused herself by administering little touches to the clitoris with her tongue! — then she would pass her tongue right along the tender slit from top to bottom, — sometimes she would, with her fingers, separate the sensitive lips and thrust her tongue between them as deeply as she possibly could! Frequently she stopped, inspected attentively the sweet object of her admiration with eyes blazing with lust unsatisfied, then ejaculating frenziedly in her passionate adoration. "Oh! this cunt!.. this sweet cunt!.. this delicious darling cunt!.. "She would shower kisses on it! How Martha must have revelled in bliss! I would have liked to have been able to watch her tell-tale face! She evidently was acquitting herself most satisfactorily in reciprocating Mme. de Liancourt's attentions, if one might judge by the plungings 'and joggings of the letter's body as she brokenly ejaculated "Oh!.. ch!.. you do it well!.. I can feel your tongue!.. now, do you feel mine?… wait… I'm going to shove it right inside this sweet cunt… as far in… as… it will go… There!.."

    It is impossible to indicate the accent of these words as pronounced by a mouth the tongue of which was endeavouring to talk and lick at one and the same moment! What a terrible state of nervous excitement must have possessed Mme. de Liancourt, a woman so reserved and correct in ordinary life, especially in language! But the ecstatic crisis was fast approaching!.. the breathings became more and more broken!

    "Martha… oh! Martha!.. oh! darling… I'm coming!.. Ah!.. Ah!.. I'm spending!.. are you?… spend!.. together!.. together!.. wait a moment!.. now!.. now!.. Oh!.. I'm spending… again!.. spend also!.. s.p.e.n.d!!!"

    Their bodies stiffened, constricted, — I heard a deep sigh of unspeakable pleasures!.. They had finished!

    Mme. de Liancourt slowly slipped off her position and then proceeded to give her pupil kiss after kiss of approbation and satisfaction.

    "Darling! your face is all wet with what you have drawn out of me!.. And I've drunk you!.. Use my handkerchief!.. How flushed and red you are!.. Now, wasn't it good?"

    "Oh! yes… much better than I could have believed!"

    Was it not now time for me to put in an appearance? But what could I do with two women whose lust had thus been satiated! Nevertheless I decided to show myself, and opened the door, regretting that I had delayed so long!

    Two piercing cries saluted me! Martha leaped on her piled up garments and covered herself as best she could with the first she could snatch, then hid herself behind the bed curtains Mme. de Liancourt caught up a velvet mantle trimmed with fur and threw it hastily round her, but it reached only to her fleshy buttocks and did not even cover the fur of her belly.

    "What do you mean, sir," she exclaimed with a fine pretence of anger and outraged modesty, — "what do you mean by thus rushing into a lady's room without first knocking? It is a piece of the greatest impertinence! You are a mannerless brute!.. You might well have waited! We were changing our dresses so that we might with the greatest safety leave the house! I had forgotten to lock the door, — but I really considered you knew better…"

    "Madame, I humbly and earnestly beg your pardon for having surprised you in this way," I replied suppressing as best I could the desire to laugh — "but I came in trusting in your promise to give a kind refuge to this lady and myself!"

    "Yes! — but Madame has been waiting for you for some time now; we had given you up! Is this your idea of the proper way of keeping an appointment? But I will abide by my promise; you can have my room and my bed. Only be prudent! I know your secrets now and if I choose I can be nasty!"

    She winked at me out of the corner of her eye as if to qualify her menace, then walked past me towards her dressing-room.

    "Take care about the sheets!" she added with a meaningly wicked smile!

    I watched as she walked her lovely plump and round bottom, quivering and waggling with every step, — I would dearly have liked to have put myself into her! But I went and dragged Martha out of her hiding place.

    "What makes you so red, dear?"

    "I've been laughing so much! Madame has been telling me the funniest stories…"

    "You look simply charming in that dressing gown! — but don't fasten it up, it's quite unnecessary!"

    "Oh!.. very well. But wait a minute. Don't look!"

    She disappeared into the lavatory, and while she was engaged in clearing away all traces of her recent pranks, I undressed myself; then when she reappeared I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed, on which I gently laid her. Her desires which I had feared were by now dormant were quickly restored to life again, having another promise of satisfaction in a different way! Her modesty after so rude an experience had become less troublesome, — and I did not meet with any marked resistance on her part when after bestowing a thousand kisses all over her body, I did to her what Mme. de Liancourt had so sweetly inaugurated — the deliciousness of which she now fully appreciated as with her two little hands she pressed my face against her slit so as not to lose a single movement of my tongue!

    I thought of Mme. de Liancourt, and wished she could see us! But she did even better than this; she stood stark-naked by the side of the bed and while I was busy between Martha's thighs, she kissed her lips and squeezed her breasts, — while the former, having within her reach her friend's thighs, slipped her hand between them and let it disappear under the plentiful cluster of curling hairs, without interrupting my ministrations.

    Excited, inflamed, burning with hot desire, I rose to throw myself on Martha and quench in her the fire that was raging in my veins! But at that moment Mme. de Liancourt carried her hand to the lowest point of my belly and seized the object she found there in a state of furious erection!

    "Look, Martha!" she exclaimed, "look at it! Have you ever seen it before? isn't it splendid! See, how stiff it is! — that's in honour of you, my dear! Oh! I must!.. I can't help it!.."

    I was then kneeling on the bed. With a single quick movement she seated herself with her head at the required height, — then covered with hot kisses my member which she found just on a level with her lips. She kissed and re-kissed the gland, the hairs, the testicles, murmuring endearments, then she took my prick into her mouth and sucked it madly in front of Martha, who in utter astonishment was watching her!

    "Now, Martha, you take it, — it's your turn! Suck it! Do as I did!"

    "I don't know how to!" stammered Martha, — it's so big! '

    Now redder than fire she approached it, kissed the tip and tried for some time in vain to take it into her mouth — when all of a sudden it slipped in, as if in spite of her, completely filling her mouth, and she then proceeded to suck me violently! Oh! my raptures! It was Martha! Martha herself that was sucking me! It was not with the lascivious skill of Mme. de Liancourt, — but her inexperience itself gave to her caress a special and indescribable spice of pleasure!

    Finally I put Martha flat on the back, — I let myself fall between her arms and legs, and shoved my prick into her burning cunt! — tasting delights hitherto unknown, divine, delirious! Already I could see Martha's eyes slowly turning upwards and half-closing, indicating her approaching ecstasy — when Mme. de Liancourt, no doubt jealous of our transports, put herself astride across Martha's face, blindly seeking for her cunt a further caress which it was impossible to refuse to her! Being thus suddenly driven away from Martha's lips and tongue I transferred my kisses to the two luscious globes of flesh which I had at my mouth's command, kissing them, nibbling and playfully biting them in spite of their squirming and constant agitation!

    Dear readers, I will confess that my tongue at times lost itself in the furrow which separated these temptingly superb buttocks, so much did the sight of them and the subtle perfume which emanated from them madden me!

    But everything must end! We three spent simultaneously! The blissful ejaculations of sperm calmed us! One by one we came to our senses and rose to purify and refresh ourselves!

    "My gracious! I've got it all over me!" cried Martha in pretty confusion, — "even on my stockings!.. they're quite wet!"

    "Well, dear," said Mme. de Liancourt to her, you've done very well for one time! You must be very tired! By the time you get home, your eyes will have dark rings round them, — and then what will your husband think, eh?"

    "Ah! I'll risk that! That won't stop me from… doing it again."

    "What, to-day?"

    "Why not?… When one has tasted the forbidden fruit, one must bite it well!" she replied, dropping her eyes. "Now I know what it is to be libertine! And I fancy it won't be long before I am nearly as clever at this game as Madame, your old pupil, with whom you evidently have been practising, eh?"

    "How do you know?"

    "By this!" she replied, pointing to an article that stood on the toilet table, which she and I had bought together and which I had left at Mme. de Liancourt's.

    "But I didn't want this proof after what I have seen to-day!" Martha continued chaffingly, — now if I had been jealous…"

    "Your jealousy would have deprived us from the delicious time we have had together!" replied Mme. de Liancourt.

    "I quite agree with you!" said Martha with a smile.

    Mme. de Liancourt showed herself a good teacher, and rapidly she educated her apt pupil, till it only remained to put her lessons into practice and delight her "amant" and her "amante"! And after the cares of the toilet had been attended to and a few glasses of champagne taken, we arranged that all three should meet at Mme. de Liancourt's chambers on the first day that Martha was able to come, and we separated with longing for the time when we should next find ourselves in Mme. de Liancourt's delicious boudoir for a seance a trois!


    CHAPTER 3

    HUNTING THE RAT

    On a warm summer morning, a young lady of elegant appearance was strolling in a pretty park, selecting the narrower paths when possible and every now and then looking behind her over her shoulder as if she was on the way to some love-tryst and feared that she might be followed. As a matter of fact she was being followed by a gentleman who did not lose sight of her for a single minute as he slipped along, hiding himself in the brushwood like an Indian in a jungle!

    My fair readers, do I hear you say, what is he going to relate to us? — a scene of jealousy? — a husband surprising his wife just as she is about to enjoy with the sweet help of her lover a supplement to the monotonous conjugal attentions? Oh no I Please be reassured! Should anything drip it certainly won't be blood, — and if you should be affected by the fortune of our heroine it will be only with the most delicious of emotions!

    The young lady quietly made her way to a sort of summer-house, then after a final look round she picked up her skirts (thereby revealing prettily shod feet and shapely calves), pressed through the surrounding herbage to the door, opened it quickly and disappeared within.

    Sic vos non vobis…

    For it was no other than myself who was thus taking a share in this adventure, a poacher in conjugal preserves!

    Since I first met Mme. de Baisieux in Paris and obtained an introduction to her, and above all at the Chateau de C… when kind fortune had made us guests together, I had made assiduous siege to her with a certain hope of success as her husband was away on a long sea trip. But up to date I had been frustrated, — and now my want of success seemed to be explained, the place I desired was already occupied!

    I thought of withdrawing, but I wished first to make certain of the position; and may I confess that I was also seized with the desire of being a spectator of the piquant scene which no doubt was about to take place and which would finally and convincingly show me the uselessness of further pursuit.

    "How shocking!" my lady readers will no doubt exclaim! Well, perhaps so, but I ask them to deal not too hardly with me in a matter of curiosity!

    Thereupon I sought for the means of seeing without being seen. A little garret-window afforded me the desired assistance, and through it I obtained a view of the interior, full of hay, a suitable furnishing to a rustic boudoir. Mme. de Baisieux was still alone; after having carefully closed the door, she seemed to De choosing a suitable spot for the sacrifice. I held my breath in my absorbed attention, quivering at the idea of being able to witness the scene which the principal actress was preparing against the arrival of the leading actor. Only I could not understand why she had so carefully fastened the door!

    As soon as she had found a suitable place, Mme. de Baisieux seated herself, took out of her pocket a little book and hurriedly turned over the pages. At last she seemed to find what she was seeking. Forcing the book open so that she could easily hold it so in one hand, she stretched herself out voluptuously, supported herself on her elbow, — while her disengaged hand…

    My dear lady readers, have you guessed? Need I draw a curtain over a picture which you all must recognise? Will you not prefer to take a naughty peep at the sin your sister is about to commit?

    This hand with a graceful movement raised her dress and the white petticoats beneath it. In consequence of the heat, she had not put on any drawers, and so my eager eyes were able to travel delightedly over all the charms I so ardently coveted but which so far I did not possess! And all I saw only inflamed me all the more, — for her charming

    exterior had not lied and her naked person was all and more than all I anticipated would be found under her clothes. All was rounded, plump! Above the dainty shoe came a slender shapely leg with a delicately rounded calf, a neat knee, then higher up a thigh underlined prettily by her blue garter, — the whole issuing from out of a wave of lace frillings! A fold of her chemise had dropped and so hid the part to which her hand had stolen! It was a living representation of Boilly's picture "midi" only with all the movement in it!

    So far I had never been privileged to witness this solitary feminine pastime! It was therefore with strangely concentrated attention that I followed every movement of her hand — as it first began to rove from one end to the other of her slit, sweetly and caressingly, as if to gently flatter and excite the deity it sought to tame.

    She read a few lines, — then her movements quickened! There was a gentle tremble, as if a tremolo was being executed on the charming instrument on which she was playing, — then quicker, and still more quickly… The book slipped out of her hand… her body and her head fell back… her eyes half closed, showing the whites… while her lips half opened, displaying her pearly teeth…

    Between her widely extended legs her hand continued its tender gymnastics. She jerked her stomach upwards in violent up-heavings, which allowed me momentary glances of blond clustering hairs, but not of the dainty tickling finger which had been entrusted with the delicate mission of awaking and exciting the sources of her pleasure… Ah! now it was over… the delicious crisis had come and gone!

    Mme. de Baisieux raised herself, put the precious book into her pocket, brushed the dust off her garments, inspected herself in a pocket mirror, — and satisfied with the result, slipped prudently and cautiously away.

    I quitted my peep-hole in a state of excitement more easily understood than described. My brain seethed with fresh desires and with them the hope of being able to enjoy them in the company of her whom I coveted, all the more so as it was evident now that she had no means of obtaining for herself a more solid and satisfactory way of solace.

    I made a long round in the park timing myself so as to meet her on one of the pathways where she was amusing herself with plucking wild flowers. The action was natural enough as was our meeting, nevertheless she blushed, — for a woman will betray herself thus under such conditions. And she was not any more at her ease when I remarked that she was looking pale and tired. All the evening, I harped on this theme, leading her to think that I suspected her of having kept an amorous rendez-vous, a teasing she accepted in good temper in the impression that she had completely thrown me off the scent as to her real occupation of the morning. Nevertheless, it was many days before she went out by herself. Was this the result of distrust, or prudence, — or was she able to solace herself in the house? I learnt the truth later on; the poor girl occupied a room that communicated with that of the lady who owned the house, her aunt, — and it was a regular school-girl's room in which she had no privacy whatever; hence her visits to the summer house.

    The recollection of my delicious vision was always with me.

    I dearly would have loved to have witnessed again the charming scene, to plan so that I could turn up at precisely the right moment, — at all evens to get a chance of a talk with her by ourselves!

    One day, the owner of a neighbouring estate invited the gentlemen of our party to his place for some rabbit shooting. I loved the sport, but what were my feelings of regret that I had accepted the invitation, when I saw that Mme. de Baisieux, straw-hatted, was on the point of going out by herself while we were filing our cartridge pouches! Hardly had we started, when I pretended that I had forgot mine (as a mere pretence for getting back to the house).

    "We'll lend you some," my friends exclaimed.

    "They won't do," I explained, — "I use number 12."

    "I believe I saw the gentleman place his cartridge pouch in the wagon," said a servant.

    The gentleman had carefully taken them out again quietly!

    "Shall we wait for you?"

    "No, no, — I'll follow on foot. Begin without me. You may as well take my gun along with yours though."

    Off they all went! And now for the park!

    The summer-house had its back on the wall of the roadway. I took the quickest cut to it by not entering the park by the side gate, and soon I was at the gable end. Perhaps Mme. de Baisieux had already begun to… to…! In a desperate hurry, I scrambled over the wall and jumped down on the other side.

    Crack went something! Oh, bad luck! A confounded nail had caught in my breeches and had ripped one leg open from waistband to knee! And I wasn't wearing drawers! What was I to do!

    Just then, I caught sight of Mme. de Baisieux at the foot of the little slope on which the summer-house stood, evidently making her way to it. She was leading her little cousin by the hand, from which I came to the conclusion that she did not propose to day to satisfy the cravings of sexual desire.-I was rather pleased than otherwise, for now I could slip in and hide there till the evening or until I managed in some way to mend my torn breeches.

    So in I slipped, and was hardly among the bundles of hay and certainly not full of voluptuous ideas, when the door suddenly opened, and I saw Mme. de Baisieux enter, leaving the little child outside.

    "Don't you come in," she said, — "I'm going to see if there are any rats here and to kill them. So don't come in, for they may bite you."

    "Don't be long, cousin!"

    "No, no." And she set to work to find the spot she occupied on the last occasion.

    I had taken off my breeches and I had them in my hand, greatly embarrassed. Here was the much desired tete-a-tete, and a stupid accident was preventing me from benefiting by it! But the sight of Mme. de Baisieux, looking more charming than ever inspired me with the most voluptuous ideas and re-animated my somewhat chilled desires and gave me the necessary audacity that the situation demanded. The recollection of the charms which I could still imagine under her clothes and which I perhaps was again going to see in their lovely nudity soon produced on me the effect that no pretty woman can help producing on any man worthy of the name. Rather than appear after the conclusion of the little play she was preparing for herself (and which would make her the of shame if she thought I had been a spectator of her actions) I showed myself without further delay.

    A cry of startled modesty, quite natural, greeted me.

    "What are you doing here, Monsieur? — I thought you had gone off with the shooting party!"

    "I did start with them, but I left my cartridges behind and came back for them, — and chose the quickest way; and in climbing over the garden wall I have torn my breeches badly. I saw you coming along and so took refuge here, — and was horribly astonished when you came in! Now will you do me a great favour! can you somehow get me a needle and thread so that I can repair this disaster as far as may be possible, at all events sufficiently to allow of my getting out of my present extremely unfortunate and inconvenient position!"

    Mme. de Baisieux broke into hearty laughter, no doubt relieved to find that I had not been spying on her; my accident thus saved me from suspicions which would have entirely spoiled my chances!

    Briefly, so as not to tire my readers with conversations and explanations, after some hesitation on Mme. de Baisieux's part, we arranged that I should hide in a corner and throw my breeches over to her; she then would mend them as much as was possible and throw them back to me. She had the necessary needle and thread with her and in a few minutes she completed her work.

    "There you are, Monsieur!" she exclaimed as she threw the breeches back to me, and which I quickly slipped on, — "now good morning!"

    "Oh please, wait a moment to let me thank you!"

    "No, no. — good-bye! If any one should find us together here!.."

    But by this time, I was alongside of her and had slipped my arm round her waist while I begged for a sweet kiss! — I then stole one.

    "Enough! enough! no more!" she protested, — suppose any one should come in!.. And my cousin?"

    "Only one word, please! I must tell you!"

    "Quickly then!"

    "I didn't scramble over the wall to get my cartridges, — I wanted to get here without exciting anyone's suspicions, for I saw you on your way here. I wanted to tell you that you are the prettiest girl I know, that I adore you…

    And I rained kisses on her cheeks.

    "Oh! oh! — Monsieur Henri, how can you!.. I couldn't have believed it…"

    "I adore you! you are so pretty, so sweet! Oh! Bertha, my darling, my love!.. you will?… — you will?… won't you?…"

    "What!.. do you know my name?"

    "It's the first thing a man learns about the girl he loves, — and I've known it for a long time!"

    All the time I continued to shower kisses on her as I held her tightly clasped in my arms against me. I could feel how her flesh was quivering through her thin summer dress, as I covered her cheeks, the nape of her neck, her throat, her mouth and lips with my ardent kisses. She let herself sink down on the straw murmuring "Enough!.. enough!.." then, as if to conceal her surrender of herself now commencing, she fell into a half-swoon, closing her eyes which I kissed, and half-opening her lips, between which my tongue promptly slipped without however getting any reciprocal response from hers! One of my arms supported her body, the other hand crept under her dress and petticoats and caressed gently her dainty calves, then after a pause crept higher up to her garters where when a woman's leg is bent one can so deliciously lodge one's hand between the swell of the calf and the skin of the thigh! From this point of vantage, getting bolder, my hand crept still higher! Oh! what a sweet thrill ran through both of us when my fingers touched the soft warm bare flesh of her plump rounded thighs which she was vainly squeezing against each other.

    This time also she had no drawers on! From the top of her dainty shoes to her smooth satin belly, the hairs on which I now gently was playing with, there was no obstacle to my full view!

    "No!.. no!.. "she murmured as she felt my fingers invade her slit, — "not there!.. not there!.."

    But in spite of this flicker of rebellion, this last effort of expiring shame, my finger settled itself on her tiny clitoris and commenced the ecstatic function which Mme. de Baisieux hitherto had reserved for her own little fingers! Under its sweetly mysterious influence, her body began to stretch itself out, her faintness increased, her tongue began to respond to mine! And then her legs commenced to open out! She was mine! — she had surrendered herself to me! — I now only had to take possession for her!

    In one's first amorous encounter with any fresh woman, it is always most advisable that one should go slowly at first, watching her carefully and defeating every attempt at resistance, — to pretend to be seized with delirious passion for her — until your sweet combatant yields herself under the repeated thrills of pleasure you have communicated to her, — then let yourself go and indulge to the utmost your concupiscence and your desires.

    I was now burning to look closely at all the charms that so far I had seen from a distance only. Quickly I threw up her clothes so as to get a good look — and as I did I thought of the piquant spectacle we would afford any one who might have his eye where I had mine on the previous occasion!

    All I saw were now mine!.. mine! These lovely legs, these slender, dainty calves. She was wearing the same underclothing as on the last occasion, — tiny kid-shoes, cream-coloured silk stockings, blue garters. On her right thigh was a tiny brown mole mark! Oh! how I longed to kiss everything! — that lovely satin skin, that silky chestnut triangular patch of curls which formed so adorable a contrast to her blond beauty! — how I would have liked to put my mouth on the delicious little slit which was now beginning to open its pouting lips! But I hadn't the time now! I had to keep holding her clothes up! Another time I would repay myself with interest!

    Recalled thus to the sweet reality, I placed myself between her charming legs, I pulled her clothes still higher up, I rapidly undid the front of my breeches and freed my imprisoned member — then shoved it still and burning into the sweet opening that was impatiently awaiting its introduction, — while at the same time I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into the mouth of my pretty victim.

    "Bertha!.. oh! Bertha!.. oh! how heavenly!.. you're delicious!.. divine!.. oh! you angel!.. you angel!.."

    Women as a rule do not let their lovers who are rogering them for the first time understand how they appreciate the pleasure that is wildly rioting through them all the time, for they love to behave as if they were being violated! Mme. de Baisieux only departed from this policy to murmur as we were approaching the sweet ecstatic conclusion. "Oh!.. please… please… take it out!.. not inside me!.. no! no! please!" Although I was mad with pleasure I had sufficient control of myself to obey her. Unfortunate results might otherwise arise from our pleasure. Oh! mysterious decrees of Providence! — without you how much more amiable and obliging women would be, — and also how deliciously libertine!

    It comes back to me how I was kissing her tiny ear ornamented with a single pearl as I awaited the moment when I must withdraw my prick from inside her in accordance with her prudent request. The moment arrived, — everything shot on to her white petticoat!

    I offered her my handkerchief.

    "But then you won't have a handkerchief!" she exclaimed.

    "Oh, yes! — I'll preserve it in memory of the delicious use you will have made of it!" I replied with a smile. She blushed prettily.

    While we were exchanging the loving kisses which follow so tender an encounter, we heard a little voice at the door!

    "Cousin, cousin, haven't you finished killing the rats yet?" We had absolutely forgotten all about the child that was patiently waiting outside!

    "Yes, yes!" called out my lovely companion raising herself hurriedly and flushing scarlet — "I'm just coming! — I've killed the last I think!"

    We couldn't maintain our seriousness at the plaintive trouble in the little voice that had thus interrupted us.

    "Here I am, dear, I'm just coming. Don't come in!"

    "Good-bye Bertha, my darling!" I, whispered, — when again?"

    "Oh! — never, never!"

    "You little humbug! Shall we say tomorrow?"

    "No, no!.. I'll tell you, later!"

    "One last kiss then!" She gave me a delicious one in which her tongue and mine also said goodbye!" Now goodbye!..Au revoir!"

    As she neared the door, she brushed and dusted herself, took a glance in a pocket mirror she had with her, wave her hand lovingly to me, said goodbye again with her eyes, — then slipped out.

    As soon as I considered she would got to a safe distance, I in my turn crept out, hurried off to my bedroom and quickly changed my things, as they carried evident traces of our sweet combat! Then I picked up my cartridge pouch and set off to rejoin the shooting party, my absence being hardly an hour. How one can employ time sometimes!

    From that day, for Mme. de Baisieux and me, the term to kill a rat became synonymous with "have a turn." In spite of her innocent air, she was full of mischief, and did not hesitate to let herself loose in her love-letters to me. In memory of the adventure she adopted the following formula in her billets-doux.

    "Mon cher Monsieur, will you give the pleasure of your company at a rat hunt on… next at the usual place." She continued to send me these invitations after we had returned to Paris, even when her husband was there; he did not stay there long, but his presence nevertheless was a nuisance as it of necessity reduced the frequency of our "hunts and the consequent opportunities of satisfying our desires!

    When our liaison had become very intimate I told her that one day I had surprised her in the act of "frigging" herself! I was sweetly scolded for thus playing the spy on a "poor lone woman," but I was soon pardoned, and she consented to let me see the book which seemed to arouse the desires which she strove thus to satisfy. She had found it among her brother's papers. It was The Confessions of a Woman of the "World," illustrated in the most lascivious way, — enough to excite anyone's senses!

    "On the day we first killed the rat, what bit were you reading?" I asked softly.

    In pretty embarrassment she pointed out to me the following lines, which we then read together:

    "As I lay on my back on my sofa, stretched out at full length with my legs widely parted, my lover fell on his knees in front of me and in the most delicious way sucked me till I spent in thrilling delirium!"

    Needless to sat we did not read any more that day! And I take this opportunity to express to the amiable author and to his clever illustrator my sincere thanks for having thus aroused a fire which I was able to extinguish in the pleasantest way possible!


    CHAPTER 4

    THE MAIZE PORRIDGE

    If from time immemorial the French woman, especially the Parisienne, has enjoyed the reputation of being in love affairs the most agreeable and the most sprightly of her sex, and of knowing how to impart to her favours a piquancy which greatly augments their value, I venture to consider that the Vienna ladies should be allowed to participate in this praise, especially such as have had the benefit of Parisian education, — for their elegance, their air of distinction, their coquetry, their talent for being discreetly provoking, in no way ranks behind their Parisian sisters whom often they surpass in beauty of form and figure. Full of curiosity in all matters appertaining to sexual love, they delight to make a study of them and to lose themselves in dream eroticism, in meditations of the most refined lubricity, — after which they will resume in the easiest manner possible the outward appearance of the most virtuous and well-behaved woman.

    Such at all events was Mme. de Schoenfutz. Transplanted from the banks of the Danube to those of the Seine, she had there found so many subjects for amorous study that she did not long live in accord with her legal lord and master; the latter, like a wise man, avoided any scandal by quietly letting her live as she chose while he in turn did as he also pleased.

    It was I who was the privileged mortal with whom she took her first lessons in the Art of Love, with whom she made her first studies, — which we did not hesitate to carry on to extremes!

    She was a delicious pupil, so full of enthusiasm! I could conduct her and teach her the most outrageous method of unrestrained lust as long as I did so by agreeable and picturesquely amusing paths! — and there was little doubt that I had hit off the right way, as very soon she became most expert!

    But everything comes to an end, even such delightful refinements of amorous pleasure. She began to put into practice with others the lessons I had taught her, — while I passed on to the education of other pupils. Since then we had often met — but Our Lady Venus did not receive any sweet sacrifice from us, partly because the occasions were not propitious and time was wanting. Now the attractions of the hunting season had brought us together at the Chateau de V…

    My Viennese charmer had become even more beautiful than before; to the charms of her face and figure was now added a certain trick in the way she looked at you, which under the air of distinction nevertheless indicated she was not wanting either in enterprise or audacity. In short I found myself ready if she should indicate that she was willing. But do not think that I imagined that I had only to ask her to let me have (so to speak) my latchkey again. — To have done so would have been both foolish and fatal, for a woman requires to be re-conquered by any man whose caresses she has forgotten. Accordingly I laid siege to her in the regular way, but at first all the encouragement I got lay in vague half-promises, such as "Perhaps!.. if you're very good!" But little by little I made progress, — now snatching a hasty kiss, now a significant pressure of her corsage, sometimes a hand slipped under her clothes but not permitted to!..

    One day, we went out fox-hunting. Mme. de Schoenfutz both rode well and looked well on horse-back, having something of the elegance of seat and style of the late Empress Elizabeth of Austria, whom indeed she resembled in more ways than one.

    The atmosphere was heavy and thunderous, the heat stifling. The sport was poor. Twice the hounds had to be whipped off a false scent. A state of confusion prevailed, and the riders formed little groups as they watched the proceedings and held themselves ready to gallop off as soon as the signal was given. Presently the sky began to be covered with black threatening clouds which presaged a serious storm. Was it good enough to go on? — wouldn't it be as well to get to shelter? But before any general decision was arrived at, a roll of thunder shook the air and large drops of rain began to fall.

    Immediately there was a general skedaddle, — a wild rush for the carriages. Several riders galloped off to the kennels not far off, others to the village of T… The men ceased to chat with their lady friends and with each other, concerned now to make the best of their way to shelter. But M. de Z. (who I suspected to be in Mme. de Schoenfutz's high favour) remained by her and asked her what she proposed to do.

    "I'm going back home, "she said.

    "You'd much better come to T…, the rain will soon be over and we can then resume hunting."

    "Many thanks! in the forest, all dripping! I've had enough for one day already!"

    "But really it is not going to be wet."

    " Please don't let me keep you from hunting! I'm going off, I hate rain!"

    "Then let me come with you! You don't know the road and you will most likely take the longest way round…"

    But Mme. de Schoenfutz had galloped off as he spoke! And now I recognised why old Ovid had included the chase among his Remedies for Love! M. de Z… did not insist on following. The lady riders all dismounted quickly and crowded into carriages to drive back to the Chateau, while the men unanimously allowed them to go off unescorted while they themselves made the best of their way to T… to wait there till the rain was over and the hunt could be resumed.

    "This is much jollier than with all those petticoats hanging about!" remarked F…, a woman-hating sportsman. "Come along to T… — there's a good hotel there, a good stable, and a good billiard table on which we can have a game while we wait."

    "Sorry I can't come, old chap," I replied, — "I must go off to see one of the keepers about a dog. Well's meet presently."

    It had stopped raining, but the sky was more threatening than ever. My intention was not to stop at the keeper's but to get off to the Chateau and try and find Mme. de Schoenfutz, — for in such panics, it is seldom that an enterprising gallant does not have some luck, because everybody is too busy looking after himself or herself to notice what any one else is doing. So after a few minutes at the keeper's house, I galloped down a bridle path which was a short cut to the Chateau and led into the road Mme. de Schoenfutz had taken.

    As I joined the road I saw some way down a lady riding slowly by herself. It was she! I soon caught her up.

    "What! not home yet?" I exclaimed.

    "No," she replied. "My horse has a stone in his hoof and I have nothing to get it out with. So I am forced to go slowly."

    I had with me the necessary implement and soon put matters right, then remounted.

    "Are they all coming this way?" she asked.

    "Yes, the carriages are just behind, with all the women inside them."

    "Then let us get out of their way, — for if they see me with you after the way I rushed off, they will conclude that our meeting was premeditated."

    "You are quite right! Let us ride down here."

    As soon as we had got out of sight of any one on the road, I drew alongside my fair companion and slipped my arm round her slender waist, then drawing her quickly to me I kissed her lips ardently.

    "Enough!.. enough!" she exclaimed, trying to release herself, "here comes the rain!"

    "I don't mind the rain as long as I have you!" And I renewed my amorous assault, clasping her passionately against me as I kissed her furiously, darting my tongue into her mouth, squeezing her waist with one hand while the other attacked her bosom, her knees, her thighs which I felt and pressed through the cloth of her habit. So impetuous was my attack that I nearly caused her to fall off her horse.

    "Oh!.. oh!.. what are you doing! — is it the storm that has made you so mad?"

    "Yes!.. yes! a storm of love and desire! I am full of love's electricity, like the clouds."

    "And so you want me to be your lightning-conductor! but I thought I had become incapable of electrifying you to such an extent."

    "You know well that you are to me what no other woman can be. And if you would like a proof of your power over me…"

    "As a matter of fact, folk that have known of our old liaison suspect me now to be with any one but you."

    "But you haven't answered my question! Do let us take advantage of our security! Let me prove to you that you have electrified me to the uttermost of my capacity! Will you?… may I?…"

    "Well… yes I… but you're not allowing for the storm!"

    As a matter of fact the rain now had begun to come down heavily, rain that clears the air but which is a horrible nuisance to an out-of-doors rendez-vous without any curtains beyond the kindly trees!

    We went off at a gallop down the path. Was it never coming to an end? Soon I noticed that we were going away from our proper course, the fault of our hasty flight. I was somewhat upset by this, but said nothing. We continued to gallop. Presently a signpost came in sight, I rode up to it — the chateau was a good three miles from where we were.

    "Where are we?" she asked.

    "Oh, not far off."

    "Then which is the road? This way?"

    Just then I caught sight of a shanty (or hut) hidden in the forest. It was a sort of hunting shelter with a lean-to for the horse's. The sight put a droll idea into my mind, — here was a nest for an amorous pair!

    At all events it would be only prudent to avail ourselves of this unexpected shelter. We tied the horses under the lean-to, and forcing open the locked door we went inside. We found ourselves in a fair sized room, quite bare except for one or two straw seated chairs and a fireplace. In the ceiling there was a trap door which evidently communicated with a hay-loft.

    Hardly had we entered when the rain began to come down in torrents. What we had experienced was nothing to what was now falling, a veritable deluge! I kindled a fine fire in the hearth with the debris and straw I found lying about, — then I took off my coat and hung it across the back of a chair in front of the fire. Mme. de Schoenfutz slipped out of her riding-habit and did the same.

    She looked deliciously piquant as she stood thus, decollete, her pretty arms bare, with her riding-breeches, her dainty riding-boots and little man's silk hat!

    I gently caught hold of her and drew her against me, — then slipped my hand under her chemisette and getting hold of one of her round full breasts, I drew it out of its hiding place and kissed it passionately. "Suppose some one should come!" she whispered.

    "Wait a moment!" I replied, and went out. I brought the horses inside, then barricaded the door, — now no one could possibly suspect our presence, for even the fire (now reduced to a glowing mass) did not throw off any smoke to call attention to human habitation.

    "Now we're at home!"

    Seated on a chair with Mme. de Schoenfutz on my knee, I surrendered myself to my desires! On her part she abandoned herself entirely to me, returning me kiss for kiss, laughing delightedly at the originality of our situation. She simply adored such situations! By now I had pulled both of her sweet little breasts out of her corset and was kissing them fiercely, — under my burning lips, the pretty little nipples began to swell up and get hard.

    "I really believe they recognise you!" she said laughingly.

    "Then what about my third little friend, the sweetest, the sauciest, the wickedest of them all!" — and my fingers unbuttoned the front of her biding breeches and slipped inside!

    "It's an odd sensation," I remarked maliciously "to find a cunt inside a man's breeches!" And my happy hand set to work to caress and play with the sweet feminine hairs it found, then stole between a pair of soft plump satin-like thighs which it felt and handled, — and then my finger made its way into a certain opening already warm and moist and commenced to play on her little quivering clitoris!..

    As her pleasure crept over her, my pretty companion began to become sweetly agitated. Her hand stole towards me; I delightedly guided it. Quickly unbuttoning my trousers I helped her to drag out what she was seeking and what she now had got hold of!

    "Just suppose that you had found something like this when you put your hand inside, my riding breeches!" she remarked laughingly.

    "What an idea!"

    "He recognises me, I'm sure! He wants to see his old friend!"

    The way in which we had placed ourselves was not propitious or convenient for the prosecution of our adventures. True pleasure demands horizontal position, — and I, at all events, consider that one only cheats Venus if one sacrifices to her in the odd positions which are only allowable when there is absolutely no help for it. So instead of making her sit astride on my knees (as she seemed to expect) I suggested that I should climb into the hayloft to see whether we could not build for ourselves a more comfortable nest up there.

    The ladder was rather rickety, — however I got up all right. The loft was full of hay, sweet-swelling. I quickly persuaded Mme. de Schoenfutz to join me, — but as the ladder was a little short for her I had some little difficulty in raising her off it, she all the time laughing and revelling in the adventure.

    "Now, where?" she asked, looking about her.

    O delicious question "Now, where?" As much as to say "where shall I place myself so as to let you have me, — to yield myself to you — to let you do whatever you like to me!"

    I collected some bundles of hay and soon improvised as excellent couch on to which I gently placed her.

    "The mice will see us!" she exclaimed playfully. Then "Oh! this hay is pricking me awfully!"

    This I soon remedied by means of my horse rug, — and then we were comfortably installed!

    Outside the tempest continued to rage unabated, with loud claps of thunder and torrential rain. My pretty companion however had no alarm, and abandoned herself afresh to me. In the midst of our toyings and handlings of each others persons, I whispered: "Do take this off, — it's only a nuisance!" And I pointed first to her stays, then to her riding breeches.

    "You'll do the same?"

    "Yes, of course. And at once."

    Gracefully she consented to satisfy my prayer, and set to work to take off her breeches, or rather her cloth knickers buttoning at the knee. When she had let then fall I helped her to draw her legs out of them and to pass them over her little patent-leather riding-boots, a task I took care not to accomplish without availing myself of the opportunity to effect sundry little ticklings and indiscreet touchings which provoked from her little screams of laughter.

    "I'm going to keep on my hat," she said, "for my hair is damp and I would never be able to get it into order again!"

    Oh! how bewitching she then looked! — and what a piquant costume! She stood in her chemise with her silk riding at on, and her patent-leather riding boots half-way up her calf, the rest of her leg being covered with a grey silk stocking fastened above the knee with a rose coloured garter!

    I dropped on my knees in front of her and pressed my lips upon a forest of golden hairs through which I tried to insert my tongue…

    "No, no," she exclaimed, drawing herself back a little, — "not standing upright!" Then she lay herself down, — and pleasure invaded the pair of us!

    Her chemise I had turned back and the whole of her lovely body was now exposed! I showered kisses all over it, but especially all about her thighs, between which I then recommenced my sweet occupation in a less unfavourable posture than before. My skilful tongue soon sent her out of herself I — her stomach heaved agitatedly, then jogged itself spasmodically upwards as if loth to lose a single touch of my tongue!

    Pleasure communicated demands reciprocity! This was always our rule and practice in the days when she was taking lessons from me in the Art and Practice of Love. Without arresting my ministrations, I placed myself in a position that I knew would recall to her our old conventions I Her soft hand showed me that she understood, as it gently seized the object I had placed at her disposal; I then brought myself still nearer, so that her mouth had even less distance than before to travel in order to carry out its sweet duty.

    "No, no I that won't do!" she softly exclaimed, — " you will disarrange my hair! Let me come on top of you!" — and she gently freed herself in order to do so.

    She took my place, put herself on top of me, turned without hesitation her lovely bottom towards my face, — and then lowered herself till her delicious slit rested on my mouth! And immediately I felt my member kissed, caressed, — handled, — then sucked in the most delightful fashion, I responding by furiously thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her throbbing quivering cunt!

    The storm, the hunt, — all were completely forgotten! What ecstasies we were revelling in!.. what delirious transports!.. what zest she was putting in her suction of me! My lessons had borne wonderful fruit!.. And I, with what fury I thrust my tongue into the grotto of love that was palpitating on my lips!.. how I licked, sucked, nibbled!.. But I began to feel I was…

    "Diana!.. Diana!.. stop!.. stop!.. I'm coming!.. coming!"

    Alas! — too late! A suction more subtle and overpowering than anything that had preceded it deprived me of the power of moving! — and my boiling discharge shot into the sweet mouth of my companion!

    Shocked by such a catastrophe, I feared a legitimate punishment. But nothing happened! To cover my fault, I continued to pass my tongue into and over Mme. de Schoenfutz' cunt till she lay motionless! Perhaps my now somewhat calmed ardour was expressed by my tongue! Perhaps my lovely companion herself had spent deliciously! Presently I began to make my apologies.

    "My sweet Diana, really I beg pardon…"

    She made no reply, — but raised herself off me, rosy red, approached me as if to kiss me, — put her lips on mine… and spat into my mouth the liqueur she had been storing so carefully in hers! Then shaking with laughter she remarked wickedly, "There, you've got it all back!"

    Delighted by so happy a solution, I caught hold of her, captured her bottom, raised her, chemise, and set to work to slap her playfully, but not for long — for I bent down and covered her charming hemispheres with numberless kisses.

    Before long, thanks to a thousand erotic follies, the standard-bearer of my desires — the "Leader of the shocking party" (as a witty English girl once called it) became again rampant and erect. This time we gave the preference to a sacrifice to Venus in the ordinary method; for however delicious may be other postures and the other ways of performing the act of fucking, they are more or less hors-d'osiwres, tit-bits, rather than a substantial meal.-But owing to her hat my partner took the upper place, — and very soon, clasped in each others arms, lips against lips, my prick penetrated into the sweet opening already lubricated by my kisses and tonguings!

    Just then the rain came down with an intensity hitherto unequalled, as so often happens towards the end of a storm. Mme. de Schoenfutz began to squirm and wriggle in a most extraordinary way, — it was with the greatest difficulty that I managed to keep her impaled on my prick in spite of my hands being firmly pressed on the two charming rotundities which women so love to exaggerate in their toilettes.

    "The rain is coming through, "she explained, I can feel some drops just in the small of my back. Oh! there's one!

    "Shall we change places?"

    "No!.. No!.. oh! there's another, just between the cheeks of my bottom! Oh! how it tickles!" And again she squirmed and wriggled in the most voluptuous way as she lay on me!

    The rain was really coming through the roof. But what did we care! The blissful ecstatic crisis was approaching! — our breath mixed on our humid lips! — I began to feel that I could not hold back my boiling discharge for long! Among our mutual understandings, it was decreed that I was not to deposit my tribute of love inside the shrine (whichever it might be) into which I had been permitted to perform my worship. My recent infraction was one which would carry no grave after-consequences, — it was only perhaps an offence to shame; but if I now should repeat it the result might be most serious and in fact might damage Mme. de Schoenfutz's reputation! So I murmured in her ear softly that I was getting to the end of my powers of self-control, that I must soon… spend!.. that something was just… coming! and that I must withdraw my prick while I was sufficiently master of myself to do so!

    "Wait!.. wait!.. one moment!.. I'm… finishing… also!.. "she gasped brokenly as her movements on me accelerated, accompanied by convulsions of pleasure!.. A few ecstatic thrills, and then the sudden relaxing of her body announced that her blissful crisis had come and gone! — that she had spent!.. Then promptly I withdrew my prick out of its sweet nook and… discharged!.. not wasting my ammunition however, as I slipped my rampant prick between the quivering globes of her bottom and inundated the charming valley that lay between them with a deluge of another sort to what had come from the roof!

    "Oh I… oh!.. "she ejaculated, "it has reached right up to my back!.. it's much warmer than the rain!"

    After we had crept down again, we found our garments quite dry. I helped my companion to dress.

    "Is my hair much tumbled? I expect you've rumpled it horribly!"

    "No, not at all. It's all right. "And I kissed her tenderly.

    She drew out of her pocket a little powder box and passed the puff lightly over her face.

    "You Viennese ladies are very fond of rice powder!" I said.

    "O yes. I use it all over me!"

    "Don't I know it?" I replied maliciously.

    "Oh! you wretch!"

    We remounted our horses. The rain had ceased; the forest was full of the delightful fragrance which leaves give out after a shower.

    Our road back took us close to a keeper's house where we made enquiries about the hunting and were told that it had not been recommenced. Just then a group of horsemen came up from T… where they had taken shelter; among them was M. de Z… We joined them.

    "So you took refuge here?" he enquired of me.

    "No, not I, Mme. de Schoenfutz did. I came by just as she was remounting. I stopped with the keeper, Jean."

    In the drawing-room the same evening, the conversation turned on the storm and the interrupted hunt, and everyone told how he or she had fared while sheltering.

    "In the house I was in," said Mme. de Schoenfutz, "they made me taste a sort of white sauce… You know it!" she added looking at me!

    "Oh, yes!" I stammered, staggered by her audacity, — "as I was passing you called me in!"

    "Yes, that was so, and I made you try it. but you did not seem to fancy it!"

    Her coldness simply dumbfounded me!

    Then they all began to discuss what it could have been; every one expressed some opinion, but an old maid insisted that she knew it.

    "Of course it was only milk thickened with maize powder! When it is warm and not too thick, it is very nice!!"


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