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Below is the raw OCR of Count Alexis: Being the Voluptuous
and Merry Adventures of a Bachelor. This according to
the Kinsey Institute Library was first issued in 1890.
This is from the 1892 reprint.
COUNT ALEXIS
Being the
voluptuous
and
merry adventures
of
a bachelor
Printed for a few Friends,
New Edition,
London
1892.
CHAPTER ONE
If Madame Benoit shrugged her shoulders with a knowing look when
the purity and austerity of my manner of living was discussed, she had
good cause for it.
Madame Benoit was an old friend, a friend of my childhood. About
twenty-four years ago she married a tax collector in the little town of
N—, where I made the acquaintance of the gentleman whom I called
Monsieur Benoit at first, and who simply became Benoit to me
afterwards.
My dear friend had the weakness to confide everything to his wife,
even to his old love scrapes, which were familiar to her, and that is why
Madame Benoit shrugged her shoulders when my wonderful qualities
were enumerated.
Benoit had died some years previously and being somewhat lonely in
my bachelor quarters, I took an apartment near my late friend's widow.
There was a good deal of whispering to be sure, but Madame Benoit
was forty-two years old and I was forty-eight. The fire of youth was
probably soon to be extinguished for my neighbour but as for myself,
the older I got, the younger I felt.
My time was spent in dressing, eating, and visiting. I rose late. However,
if I was in bed even five minutes before eleven A.M. I was up at eleven
sharp. It was my rule at five minutes past eleven every day to be in my
bath, as I usually took a cold bath in winter as well as in summer.
Fifteen minutes after eleven, I jumped out of the water to be rubbed
down by my faithful Jean. This operation lasted ten minutes. Then,
warmly enveloped, I gave myself up to the delightful operation of
touching up my beard with a dye brush and as I was almost bald, the
work was not arduous.
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My lady friends only saw me at night when I lit up to great advantage,
adding to this that when I was not under the scrutinizing eye of
Madame Benoit I was very lively, even adventurous, as you will see
when you read on.
At noon my toilet was completed and as the clock struck twelve I
might have been seen every day rapping at the widow's door.
I generally found one or two callers, not too old, however, to have
deserted the ranks of the armchair maids and widows, still on the qui
vivre for a husband.
I would chat for a quarter of an hour, and Madame Benoit would give
one of her shrugs when fat Mademoiselle Rosalinde would say
between two languishing glances: "Ah, how well does Monsieur
Dormeiul carry his forty years. It is the effect of regular habits; a well
spent existence will bear its fruit."
Naturally I would stammer some polite answer but when Madame
shook her head with an 'Ough!' I slipped out of the room. How, I could
not say. Far from being timid, heavens knows, I cannot yet understand
the terror which seized me when I was in the presence of my terrible
neighbour and her friend.
I always took my first meal of the day on the corner of the Rue
Montmartre where I read the morning papers. This took one hour and a
half altogether.
About two o'clock I strolled along the boulevards and there, in a little
shop, I sought my sweet scented correspondence. Mademoiselle
Hortense, who kept the little shop, was an old acquaintance of mine.
Ah, Hortense was a queer girl! If just for fun, you had a fancy to stoop
down near her, and while her handsome dark eyes gazed fixedly into
yours, you slipped your hand dexterously under her petticoats, you
would find a firm and well shaped leg in a nicely gartered stocking.
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Following the stocking, which led you far, you would have found the
contour of a thigh still half covered by the stocking, but as to the other
half—oh! you ask me the feeling one has on such occasions? Oh,
nothing, but the devilish sensation which always seizes me when I
come in contact with the warm, soft palpitating flesh of a woman!
And Mademoiselle Hortense's flesh was so soft in its firmness! You
proceeded to pass your hand gently around her thigh, when all at once
to your surprise, you could get no further. It was merely her other fat
thigh which pressed closely against this one. And there between, a
little upwards, was one of nature's marvels, with a tuft of curly hair
hidden away in the midst of the soft silky bush you would find it a
little more moist than it had been a moment before.
I touch the slit with my finger and Mademoiselle Hortense's looks grow
more and more sensuous. My finger moved gently upward and inward,
when she would open her thighs widely...
My trousers become uncomfortable. Mademoiselle throws one arm
about my neck and presses tighter and still tighter as my finger moves
faster and faster. I feel it slip all the way up the passage, which is in an
amorous blaze. It becomes wet!
What is going to happen? Why nothing, it is all over. Mademoiselle
Hortense would straighten up all at once and tap on my hand for form's
sake. Her look was no longer intense. Pretty soon boxes would be
quickly opened. I used to buy in this way, every fortnight on Thursdays,
a pair of gloves. I had at one time many pairs of gloves.
It is time that I should return to my deliciously perfumed
correspondence. Some days I found it quite voluminous, other days I
had none. The day on which I started these memoirs, I found a tiny note
awaiting me.
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One Thursday for the reason just given, I remained later than usual at
Mademoiselle's. On other days I only took the time to get my letters
and exchange polite salutations with her.
Happy possessor of a loving message, I left the shop and walked with a
quick step as far as the Rue Coq-Herron where I had a small room.
There, lying back in an easy chair, I could, without fear of interruption,
devote myself entirely to the charms of a somewhat hazardous
literature inspired by a little god called Cupid by some, but whom
others insist upon calling Mammon.
Although each day seemed to repeat itself, yet it was always new to us
and it was with the same trembling hand that I tore open the delicate
envelope, and always with the same kind of emotion that I plunged
into the perusal of a dear, capricious letter. I enjoyed at that time a
pleasure that no doubt many persons would fail to understand. I
unfolded the letter which read thus:
My dear Friend,
I will need you this evening at the Hotel X—. Do not forget your
promise of the day before yesterday, or I will pull out—you know...
Truly yours,
PAULINE.
Pauline was a handsome girl but I could not obtain anything from her
but correspondence for a long time. I accepted writing to her with the
hope that I would gain my point some day, but in vain. You will see
later on how I succeeded.
Although it was too early to keep my appointment with Pauline,
nevertheless I directed my steps in the direction of the Hotel X—
simply because it was my regular hour. When the sweet little maid
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opened the door, she said mockingly, as she looked at the clock: "I
could have guessed it was you!"
The roguish remark was worth the five francs I placed in her hand as I
familiarly walked into the little parlour, whose open doors seemed to
tender me a pressing invitation. And then I heard the melodious voice
of a siren: "Julie!" said the voice, "if Monsieur Lorille comes, bring him
in at once."
Julie had no time to answer, as I was already in the room. A splendid
blonde was half sitting, half lying on a sofa. I remained standing before
her with bowed head. I have always been gallant and I was humbly
awaiting when a peal of laughter caused me to start.
"I have not called for a mirror, you are mistaken!"
The little woman was indulging in a hearty laugh at the expense of my
bald head. A novice would have been confused, but I answered:
"What, Madame, such charming beauty as yourself, could not do
better than admire her own image, she would then imagine that all
around her was beautiful."
"Upon my word, Monsieur."
"Monsieur Dormeuil, at your service."
"Monsieur Dormeuil," continued the blonde, "you must forgive me. I
like to laugh but I am not the worse for it. Be seated."
Before the charming creature could finish her sentence I was by her
side.
"Never having had the happiness to meet you before, Madame, would
it be an indiscretion on my part to ask your name?"
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"Yes, sir, at least until I know you better."
"To know you better, Madame, is my dearest wish."
"Monsieur Dormeuil," answered the blonde, "men are ungrateful
wretches. There is M. Lorille for instance, for whom I have sacrificed so
much, but who does not even come as he promised to."
"Adorable blonde, just make half of that same sacrifice for me and..."
"What would you have then? I find you rather—what would you call
it?" said the little woman impatiently.
"Call it ambitious, that is all!" I replied.
She gave me a look that sent a thrill through my flesh.
By degrees I got nearer to my charmer, I admired her earrings and
found her dress in good taste; I wanted to see her shoes, but she refused.
However, a well-turned compliment on her dimpled cheeks gained
me a smile, which made me notice her beautiful teeth. I tried to kiss my
way to them but unsuccessfully.
"Ah, what a beautiful little hand, let me kiss it!" and I obtained
permission to do so. Her arm was not withdrawn when I covered it with
burning kisses. Little by little, the pretty blonde laughed oftener and
easier. Her eyes lighted up; very soon I could see her foot and her ankle
—afterwards I was allowed to kiss her cheek. Shyly, I tried to put my
lips on her mouth but without success. Finally, on trying again, I not
only had a kiss but it was returned.
Liberties now fast succeeded to more serious liberties. I unfastened her
waist and feverishly pulled at the fine linen which covered the most
beautiful breasts that I had ever seen. My lips wandered from one to
the other, and when I had taken off the corset, I seized successively
between my teeth, the two little nipples, pink as strawberries.
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How good it was to feel those tiny points in my mouth. I leaned over to
snatch up the skirts and she offered no resistance. I opened her drawers.
Heavens, what beautiful curly hair, and just enough too.
Suddenly I found a little hand trying to find its way into my trousers
and with astonishing dexterity my instrument was drawn out, the use
of which she seemed so thoroughly to understand in all its details. She
gently pulled, and lowered its cap...
"I beg of you my dear, stop! Do stop, or I will spend!" I cried as I felt the
intense excitement getting the better of me.
"Make haste then and get at my little pet!" she replied, as she pressed
my pizzle into the opening of her fragrant bower.
Ah, what a sensation, it was little tight but how good and soft. I passed
my hands under her bottom, voluptuous to the touch, as it rose and fell
in my grasp.
Her mouth clung to mine; my tongue caught hers and found it. My
little blonde heaved and fluttered and quivered; her tongue pressed
harder against mine. Her beautiful breasts, of which I did not lose sight
for a moment, palpitated convulsively.
"Oh, go on, it is coming! Not so fast! Faster! Now kiss me—wait—now,
there. How good it is! All the way in—all the way in—oh—oh— oh!"
She lifted her bottom, her mouth was glued to mine, the little beauty's
body and mine were made but one... Then one long shudder with a
sharp movement of her buttocks, saying... "I am coming... go on! quick!
Oh, heavens," and she spent. Finally she fell into a spasm of voluptuous
rapture. She was beautiful as she lay in her amorous disorder; her hair
slightly disarranged, her skirts well raised, showing the wonderful
whiteness of her skin.
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She remained in this position a moment longer, then rising, she moved
towards the door with an unsteady step, unbolted it and passed out of
the room without once turning around.
She was probably going to repair the disorder of her toilet and I did
the same on my side.
The hall clock struck five when the young woman re-entered the room,
sat down in a chair opposite me and looked calmly at me. After a short
silence, I said:
"Mademoiselle, or Madame, sit a little nearer and forgive my silence. I
am still under the spell your charms have thrown over me."
As she approached, I took her hand and drew her down onto my lap.
"Have you any family, Monsieur Dormeuil?" she finally asked.
I shook my head. "No," I said, surprised at her question.
"I see—you are a horrid old bachelor!" she said with a pout. I bowed, a
little flattered.
"Not too old though," she soon added smilingly, "or you might have
come off worse than you did. You love to spend your nights in
debaucheries, I suppose, like Monsieur Lorille. I must introduce you to
that gentleman, he is a dear friend of mine and has related some of his
adventures to me.
"He has had many and knows many more, but the one which follows is
one of his most entertaining."
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CHAPTER TWO
"Not far from the Varennes, on the banks of the Aire," she began in a
dreamy way, "stands a convent, in a little valley nestling among the
mountains.
"The good nuns there spend their lives in prayer and in sewing for the
orphans of the village. Their number, when the convent is full, is about
forty. The little church, situated in the middle of the village, counts
among its flock the inhabitants of the country for ten miles round and
includes the convent in question.
"The officiating priest being old and feeble, was assisted by a young
Abbe who had arrived only a few days previous to the opening of this
story. The young Abbe was of such modest demeanour, that even the
oldest bigots of the parish took him for a saint in swaddling clothes.
"The young girls all remarked that he was undeniably handsome and
when they went to the confessional, each one went early to be sure to
get a chance to confess during the day.
"The old curate was not sorry to be relieved of his arduous work and it
was only right that the poor man should have some rest. He now only
confessed the nuns at the convent every fortnight, when they sent their
old coach for him.
"It was always a treat at the convent when the venerable priest visited
them. They dined in the great refectory and he seemed to bring with
him an odour of out-of-doors, which always touched the hearts of the
novices, who sighed every now and then under its influence.
"One day, however, the old vehicle brought the young Abbe to the
convent. The old curate was ill and had sent his excuses to the Lady
Superior. The latter received the young man in the parlour on the
ground floor and was quite charmed with his modest bearing. They
conversed at first about the curate, then about the crops, then the
church. They had been repairing the chapel of St. Anthony, etc.
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"The Lady Superior finally assembled the nuns in order to present
them to their new pastor, and one after another they passed before him
and curtsied without raising their eyes to his face. Why should they,
since he was only to speak words of peace and comfort to them from
behind the wooden grating.
"Three novices were the last to enter. One of them had examined the
young Abbe through a crack in the door before coming in, and her
cheeks became crimson as she curtsied to him.
"After the presentation the Lady Superior made a little speech and
then accompanied the Abbe to the chapel, followed by the whole
party of nuns.
"The young priest opened the centre door and closed it carefully after
him a moment later. A slight rustling told his auditors that he was
slipping on a white surplice that was hanging inside the door, then
came the noise of a stool sliding across the floor, and all was silent.
"The nuns were all present except those occupied with the household
duties. They had glided into the chapel more like shadows than like
human beings. Two of them knelt in the confessional.
"Presently the sound of a deep voice, followed by soft whisperings was
heard. The murmur ceased, then commenced again. Then came a long
silence. The arms of the sinner moved restlessly as she pronounced mea
culpa. The Lady Superior rose with a bowed head, her arms crossed on
her breast, moved towards the little chapel of the Holy Virgin.
"All the nuns in turn came and knelt on either side of the confessional.
Finally it was the turn of the youngest novice.
"Trembling with fear and yet impatient to hear the Abbe's voice on the
other side of the grating, she knelt down on her little wooden stool. By
closing her eyes and stopping her ears she tried to examine her
conscience. The image of the Abbe, however, would rise up before her.
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She waited until the rattle of the little window warned her that he was
ready to listen to her, and the confession began!
"'Your blessing, my father,' etc., etc., until the solemn moment arrived
when her most secret thoughts must be unveiled.
"'My child, have you sinned in thought; have you longed for the world
and the pleasures thereof?'
"She gave no answer.
"Then the Abbe whispered low: 'Have you ever had any bad thoughts?
Did you ever commit any sinful deeds?'
"Still she could not answer.
"'Have you listened to the demon tempting you to sensual actions?
Speak without fear, my child, God is good and will forgive.'
"'My father,' stammered the poor little novice, not understanding and
yet trying to see the priest who was plying her with these terrible
questions.
"She could only distinguish, however, through the grating, two
flashing eyes which stirred her very soul with a magnetic influence,
which the poor little novice would have been unable to define.
"'Yes, father!' she replied at last, forced to say something.
"'Have you sinned in thoughts and deeds, my child. How many times?'
he then inquired, his voice trembling slightly. 'Did you commit these
sins alone or have you a companion in sin? Speak, my child, to obtain
pardon, you must confess all, as you can only obtain peace after a full
confession. Have you given yourself up to Satan by day or by night?
Be careful not to commit sacrilege. I shall be obliged to refuse you
absolution the next time if you do. Meanwhile examine your
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conscience carefully. Pray for help. Then you can approach the
communion table. Pray every night with a contrite heart. Go, my child!'
"With an unsteady step she left the chapel. That night the young nun,
Sister Clemence by name, could not sleep. She tossed restlessly on her
narrow bed, and could think of nothing but the words the Abbe had
spoken.
"'Sinned in thoughts—yes, often I have longed to leave the convent
and enter the beautiful shops in the city. Then there was Mr. Ernest,
who used to come to my aunt's house. I have often thought how
delightful it would be to ramble through the woods with him alone.
But are these bad thoughts—sensual thoughts?' she said.
"She finally closed her eyes and fell asleep and saw Satan! Yes, it was
Satan. All at once, however, he assumed the form of the Abbe.
"He took her hand and placed it between her legs. Oh, what a
delicious sensation, how delightful. 'Mr. Satan, Mr. Abbe, please, please
go on... don't stop... ah, this is delicious!... oh!... Mr. Abbe!!'
"Sister Clemence awoke suddenly, trembling like a leaf, weak and
tired. She felt numb between her legs. Placing her hand there, she
found it was wet... poor little novice, she could not understand.
"Daylight appeared at last, but Clemence was unable to rest. She
threw back the coverings and raised her long white chemise. She
wanted to see, but there was nothing but the little stain of blood which
surprised her very much at this particular time of month.
"When the great bell gave the signal for rising, Sister Clemence,
usually so quick and lively, crept out of bed with difficulty and
dressed herself slowly. She was the last to enter the chapel and
kneeling down, joined her hands mechanically for the morning prayer.
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"In the refectory she was unable to eat. When the Lady Superior
arrived she questioned her. She was a sort of physician but she
perceived nothing extraordinary in the symptoms of her subordinate
and advised a few days of rest.
"During the eight days that Sister Clemence remained in her cell, she
did not seem to improve; on the contrary, she grew worse and worse.
She could not sleep and if she happened to fall into a feverish slumber,
the same vision pursued her, accompanied by the same temptations. It
sometimes happened that even half awake, her hands would seek the
mysterious spot, centre of such delightful sensations, and
unconsciously her fingers lingered there.
"Finally, entirely awake, the same irresistible power drew her fingers
to the same place, but then it required a longer time to reach the point
of supreme enjoyment.
"At first the novice's thoughts were not fixed upon any particular
object. Then she thought of Mr. Ernest, and lastly of the Abbe What a
sacrilege!
"If you had seen this little childish hand buried between those white
thighs, smooth and firm as marble, her lovely eyes partly closed and
those ripe red lips slightly parted, you would have seen her body
motionless at first, become slightly agitated, then the legs move further
and further apart, the little finger slip in and out of the rosy mouth,
until with a deep sigh, she sank back, powerless to move hand or foot.
"Two weeks had elapsed and the Abbe returned to confess the nuns.
The Lady Superior called on the invalid and asked her if she wished to
confess. She even said that the Abbe had kindly offered to come to her
cell as she was not able to rise. How to thank the Abbe for such a
favour!
"'Certainly, Mother, I should like to confess,' dutifully replied Sister
Clemence.
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"The Lady Superior left the cell and soon returned with the Abbe who
entered with that bearing of humility he habitually assumed. He
appeared most concerned at the illness of the novice and insisted that
a full confession was the best possible remedy.
"Sister Clemence did not dare look at him, she was so confused. The
Lady Superior retired, and the Abbe took a chair by the side of the
bed.
"'Have you examined your sinful heart, my child; are you ready to
make a full confession?'
"'Yes, my father!'
"The confession began. The poor little Sister did not know how to
reveal what had happened. The fear, however, of not receiving
absolution and communion gave her courage. She disclosed
everything.
"The Abbe drew closer and closer, until she felt his breath upon her
face. Her eyes were closed.
"Suddenly she felt his lips pressing hers in a long kiss. Unconsciously, a
timid little kiss from her lips answered his. Then she felt a warm hand
upon her body, which gradually seemed to move downward towards
that spot where Satan had placed her finger on a certain night.
"The Abbe took another kiss, his hand passed gently over her thighs
and slipping under her bottom, forced her to turn over on her side. Now
he slapped her gently and pushed his finger into her slit between the
two hills of her bottom, and it finally found its way into what appeared
to be his desire to reach.
"But his hand set everything on fire on its way. With the other hand he
unbuttoned his robe, undid his trousers and pulled out a prick whose
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erection was fully justified by the beauties his hand had explored and
was still exploring.
"With a sudden pull, to throw off the cover, he laid himself down on
the edge of the couch, close to her. Then, pressing her in his arms he
covered her lips with kisses and taking her hand, placed it upon his
god of love, firm and rigid as a rock.
"The contact caused the novice to open her eyes. He called her by the
most endearing names: 'My love, open your eyes—kiss me. Open your
eyes—receive my tongue—give me yours— so! Do you know what
you are holding and squeezing so hard, my dear? It is the tree of life
that you have so often heard about and desired so ardently without
knowing the reason why. Place it where you put your finger sometimes.
There! Not so quick! Open your legs... one minute... there it is!' and the
enormous instrument presented its head to the little pussy as she
instinctively drew nearer to the Abbe.
"He pushed gently, then raising her chemise, he uncovered her breasts
and sucked them, bit them, then returned to her lips and with a shove
he pushed his prick into its rightful place as he smothered a scream
from the poor little novice. Now they are enlaced in the closest
embrace and when his pizzle seemed to come out, she clung to him;
when she seemed to recede, he boldly followed her up.
"He came out and went in; the action became accelerated; in her
amorous transports she crossed her beautiful legs over his back and
wriggled about like a dear little eel.
"'Go on, darling!'
"'Not so quick!'
"'Do you feel as if you were coming?'
"'Yes—it is coming!'
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"'Quick!—your mouth—your tongue!'
"'Father—oh, how delightful it is. I am coming—heavens, how big it is
once more.'
"'There!' said the Abbe, panting, as he gave a last shove. His engine
disappeared in the tiny opening.
"Sister Clemence held him in a close embrace and covered his face
with grateful kisses for the good he had done her.
"From this day on, the Abbe, who had found means of corresponding
with the attractive novice, succeeded in introducing himself into the
convent many times and Sister Clemence often found herself
amorously wriggling under the vigorous pizzle of the priest.
"She received a thorough education in the Art of Love and soon
recovered her health. However, this state of affairs could not last much
longer. The Abbe was no more to be made a priest and reside forever in
the quiet little village than was Sister Clemence to remain in a
convent.
"The old aunt who had brought her up had been an invalid for years
and finally died, leaving her a handsome fortune. From that time, the
whole convent busied itself in trying to persuade her to take her final
vows and give up her fortune to the community.
"The Prior even condescended to come in order to preach to her and
the poor little novice was about to accede to their wishes, when the
Abbe proposed that they should elope.
"One night he came to the secret door of the convent, carrying under
his arm a bundle containing a complete suit of boy's clothing, together
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with a long cloak. Sister Clemence quickly put them on and together
they slipped out of the place unseen.
"The novice looked fairly bewitching in her new costume. She spread
her legs however a little too much in walking, and after hurrying along
for a couple of miles, the Abbe proposed making an examination to see
what the trouble could be between those beautiful legs of hers.
"He made her lean up against a tree and unbuttoned her trousers for
her. To handle the lips of her little secret mousetrap was his only object,
as you may imagine. He soon had her so excited that he was obliged to
put his mouth down to it and with his tongue play a thousand amorous
tricks.
"In her voluptuous transport, she sought with feverish hand the Abbe's
fiery monster, which was only too gratified at being set at liberty.
Seizing it, she stroked it vigorously.
"To describe that scene would be impossible. The Abbe's tongue was
well educated. Sliding between those rosy lips of her slit, it suddenly
came out to circle itself into a multiple of tongues, so rapid were its
movements.
"Meanwhile Sister Clemence shook his wand furiously, convulsively,
and the movement of her bottom indicated that her delicious moment
was coming.
"The Abbe's tongue went slower but pressed harder, and when she
gave him a great shove accompanied by a warm rub on his immense
cock, a superb jet spouted from the latter, while he received her little
amorous dew upon his tongue, the deserved tribute of conscientious
labour.
"That very day the Abbe cast his robe to the four winds of heaven and
carried little Sister Clemence off to Paris. Once in possession of her
fortune, she took pretty lodgings and furnished them nicely. She made
up her mind to have a good time between theatre-going and her
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amorous sports with the Abbe, who had also a comfortable income of
his own."
"The story of Sister Clemence is excellent, Mademoiselle," said I, "and I
would give much to make her acquaintance as well as that of the
Abbe. Unfortunately, it is only fiction!" I added.
"On the contrary, it is a story of real life, M. Dormeuil, the true history
of a person to whom I can introduce you, if you like," replied the little
woman.
"Truly I would be charmed to know her and shall await an introduction
with impatience," I answered.
"You will not have long to wait," was the unexpected reply of the
blonde. She then rose and making a timid curtsy, her eyes modestly
cast down, her hands joined, she said:
"Allow me to introduce to you Sister Clemence, Monsieur Dormeuil,"
and she broke into a merry laugh.
I was amazed. "And the Abbe?" I inquired.
"You have heard me speak of Monsieur Lorille? He is the Abbe," she
answered quietly.
I had a good laugh over the whole adventure, and then we conversed
pleasantly on many subjects until we were interrupted by the arrival
of Pauline.
Pauline was certainly a very handsome girl, very tall and graceful,
with rich brown hair, large full, frank eyes and tiny hands and feet. She
was Pauline for everybody here but Madame L. de Portiera for Parisian
Society.
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There were only a few privileged persons at the Hotel X— who had
seen her face. This house was a particularly exclusive one, and only
frequented by the elite.
Indiscretion was unknown there. Amuse yourself as much as you like
and as long as you like but never overstep the boundaries of good
society. Such was the motto and the rule of this remarkable house.
A Minister, a Senator or a Prince could come here, give his name as Mr.
Toto and if he wished to remain incognito, he never would be anybody
else but Mr. Toto while he remained there.
A mask to conceal your features was equally respected. A great many
persons wore them, especially the ladies. That is why, as I said before,
Madame de Portiera had only been seen by two or three privileged
persons.
A few widowers and old bachelors like myself allowed their own
names to be used because they had nothing to hide; and they never
had cause to regret it.
Pauline (we will use her nom de guerre) wanted to see me to request
that I would serve as sponsor to a new guest. I accepted at once and to
the usual observations concerning the person, she merely said that he
was a Russian.
That was all that I wanted to know. Being near supper time, I took
leave of the handsome brunette and strolled over to my restaurant in
the Boulevard and afterwards dropped into the Cafe Parisian where I
met some old friends, and someone being always ready to play
backgammon, we were soon deeply engaged in a game.
It lasted until nine o'clock, when after a few minutes walk on the
Boulevard, I returned to the Hotel X. The company was numerous
although there was no particular reason for it, and I was soon quite at
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home with the joyous band. It is true that I often gave the signal for the
craziest games and this was perhaps the reason for its popularity.
They were waiting for me. Pauline left a corner of the main parlour and
came to meet me, followed by an elegantly dressed man, who at first
sight attracted my attention.
A perfect blond, with soft expressive blue eyes, he was my protégé for
the evening and I introduced him according to the prescribed rules. He
was received at once with boisterous acclamations.
The conversation of the Count, as he was called, had a rare charm that
evening, and he spoke our language with great elegance.
In a few words I put him au courant with the few things he did not
already know, and he gave me an idea to propose to the assembled
party which seemed to me so amusing that I at once communicated it
to the party. The ladies then surrounded Count Alexis and tendered
him their congratulations.
It was some time since we had an entertainment and we were most
grateful to the newcomer for the idea, which was as follows:
The next night there would be a ball and supper in full evening dress,
and the ladies were to dress in gentlemen's attire. It was absolutely
forbidden, however, for any one to wear trousers. A light gauze was the
most that was allowed for the ladies' covering of the lower parts of the
body. Everyone was to disguise his or her identity in the most ingenious
manner possible and a mask was obligatory.
After arranging the details of the new entertainment, we separated
and sat talking in groups and couples, the latter to give themselves up
to the pleasure of fingering, almost always followed by a voluptuous
coit in a little room next to the parlour.
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CHAPTER THREE
The moment arrived at last to cross once more the threshold of the
Hotel X—.
All day I had been as impatient as a child who had been promised to
be taken to a play. I felt very queerly in my dress coat, with the tails
flapping against my bare bottom, while my prick rose and fell as
though it suspected that something unusual was going to happen.
How strange that, on entering the parlour, no one called me by name. It
was simply due to the fact that I had succeeded in disguising myself
better even than I had hoped. How few persons there were present.
Heavens, what a beautiful cunt! Who could be the beauty who
displayed such beautiful thighs and such a lovely mount of Venus? My
soldier-like instrument stood at 'Carry Arms!'
Look at the pretty doll of a girl over there, and who is that big fellow
who has just passed his hand between her legs and tried to carry her
off. By George, he is strongly built! What a prick he has! Aha! She
kisses him for fear he might let her fall, she holds him fast by the prick
and takes the liberty of shaking it.
All the organs of creation are in erection! Who could help it!
"Ladies and gentlemen," began a tall, slender woman whose well
defined notch made me wish to fuzzle her on the spot, "I have taken the
liberty of inviting two intimate friends to this reunion. I thought that as
we were all masked and in disguise beyond recognition, there would
be no harm in so doing. The ladies will be here at midnight!"
"It is twelve o'clock already," exclaimed a fat man with a broken voice
who knelt down before the beauty and kissed her bower of bliss.
She bent over slightly and raising her coat-tails, displayed the most
beautiful bottom in the whole world and forced him to kiss it. After this
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was done, he held her in spite of her struggles and went on kissing and
biting gently.
The beauty soon began to enjoy herself immensely and it was an easy
matter to induce her to lie down on the carpet and receive a rod long
enough to make a monk jealous, into her handsome boudoir.
At this juncture a beauty with luxuriant black hair on her pussy bent
over to have a better view of the performance and the 'Big Fellow'
before mentioned, took advantage of the opportunity and coming
behind her, raised her coat and began to rub his stiffener between the
dimpled cheeks of her behind.
But the brunette caught him quickly by the tool and pulled him all
around the room, much to the amusement of the company. Suddenly
she released him and threw herself upon a sofa, with her legs spread
wide open. He understood the invitation at once and shoving his arrow
between her thighs quite up to the hilt, he placed his hands under her
bottom and picking her up, walked with her all about the room as he
futtered her softly.
A sigh of pleasure was soon heard as he made with her body the
motions she would have made herself. Then he augmented her
voluptuous excitement by inserting his finger in the hole of her arse;
she wriggled and held him tightly round the neck and in the delirium
of pleasure called him all the sweet names imaginable, until he
showered her with sperm.
Then he laid her gently on the sofa again and still under the influence
of this particular fuzzing, she continued to move her beautiful legs as if
in perfect bliss.
Suddenly the door opened and two masked ladies stood on the
threshold. Their dresses being only slightly low in the neck, a murmur
of disappointment was heard on every side. Being the first to find
words to express the general sentiment, I said:
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"Ladies, you have made a mistake, you are masked, it is true, but you
should have complied with all the regulations of the evening."
"True, sir," replied the smaller of the two, "but you must excuse novices
who could not make up their minds to appear in a costume so
primitive, yet so civilized."
"There is no excuse for you, ladies!" answered the Big Fellow, "and you
are condemned first, to be whipped according to the regulations, then
you must submit to a quarter of an hour's sexual connection with
whoever is selected for you, and the rest of the evening you must
appear in the costume of Mother Eve!"
The two women looked at each other for an instant and appeared
undecided.
"Don't be afraid, ladies," I said, "we are all kindly disposed toward you
and will do nothing whatever to displease you."
"This is not the reception we expected," answered the smaller one, in an
impatient tone.
Before any more could be said, the ladies found themselves between
two gentlemen, whose pricks were in a magnificent state of erection;
seats were placed as though they were to assist at an entertainment
and we were invited to take our places.
The Big Fellow, armed with a birch, prick erect, approached the taller
of the two, whose ample form excited my admiration, and began thus:
"Madame, I have been commissioned to administer to you a whipping.
It is a great honour which is conferred upon me. I will not insult you by
asking you to undress, a long experience on my part facilitating this
proceeding which is a most agreeable one."
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"Sir, if you are a gentleman, you will not carry out this odious threat,"
she answered in a low but firm voice.
The Big Fellow whispered something in her ear and it seemed to
reassure the beauty by some promise. Then he began to undress her,
turning to the audience:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this waist is in the latest fashion and
somewhat difficult to get off but we will succeed finally." Suiting the
action to the word, he removed the garment and our beauty appeared
in her corset.
Her alabaster bosoms which were heaving with emotion, appeared
like two hemispheres. He kissed them ardently, then passing behind
her, he untied her skirts and raising the lady in his arms, lifted her out
of the mass of clothing which had fallen around her feet, leaving her in
her drawers and corset only.
He had no need to recommend that she remain perfectly still; she did
not attempt to make a movement. He finally took off her drawers and
corset and the contour of an admirably beautiful form was seen
through her only remaining garment, a fine cambric chemise. It
showed a superb bottom and a pair of magnificent thighs.
Seizing her by the middle of the body, he gently laid her across his
knees on her belly and raised her chemise. Between the slightly
parted legs could be seen a thick mass of blonde hair. Her white thighs
were as smooth as satin and as firm as marble.
"Oh, sir, be quick, I beg of you, or I shall die of shame!" she murmured.
For answer, he struck her arse with the switch and she gave a piercing
scream. He struck again but she struggled so that he could not hold her
alone. Two gentlemen rushed forward, seized her arms, and the Big
Fellow struck again. The beauty twisted and turned her bottom in
every way in her agony and rage, to avoid the strokes of the switch
which still fell upon her.
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Her handsome arse was soon covered with red lines and the Big
Fellow, considering the punishment sufficient, had an ointment
brought him, with which he rubbed the lovely buttocks.
In doing so, however, he found an opportunity of exploring the treasure
hidden between her legs and it soon appeared that the beauty had
forgotten the whipping and was giving herself up to the pleasure of
being rubbed. Her behind rose and fell voluptuously and she was on
the point of 'coming' when the Big Fellow asked:
"Who is the happy man who is going to enjoy connection with this
lady?"
I was selected by common consent and presented myself before the
altar of love, ready to enter from behind. Requesting two gentlemen to
hold her slightly raised, when I was about to enter her, she murmured:
"Quick, I beg of you, I am burning with desire!"
With my prick in one hand, while with the other I felt my way, I
introduced myself into her warm garden, while she returned the
attack with a vigorous movement of her soft white buttocks.
With what ardour she goes on, what happiness it is to me to feel my
prick in that region filled with voluptuous moisture. From time to time
she squeezes her thighs together, as though to extract the juice quicker
from my balls.
The movements of her bottom follow each other with great rapidity
and my beauty seems to wish me to penetrate into unknown depths. I
am about to attain the supreme point of bliss, when she gives a little
cry of voluptuous satisfaction, as she spends with me.
I remain a moment longer with my prick in the yoni of the beauty and
it seems as though a little hammer is tapping right upon the end of my
tool, a kind of palpitation of the flesh in the interior of the charming
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retreat. Finally, I withdraw and several ladies carry the beauty to a
sofa to rest.
Now comes the turn of the smaller of the two ladies. They were obliged
to hold her while they were whipping their companion. Seeing that it
would take too long to undress her, a young man, slender and
distinguee, tied her hands behind her back and dexterously placed her
head between his legs.
His prick must have tickled her neck agreeably but nevertheless she
did not cease insulting us. In order to get through more quickly he took
her skirts and raised them over her back.
The beauty wears drawers which are very wide open. It is an easy
matter to whip her without taking them off. He raises her chemise and
her arse appears amidst a cloud of laces, not large but round and
dimpled, looking like a lovely peach.
Slap! Slap! The young executioner does not think it necessary to use the
switch; he merely gives her a whipping with his hand. No use for her to
wriggle, she cannot escape a single stroke. Slap! Slap!
"There, Madame, two more than your friend received, because you
have been so naughty!"
It is easy to see throughout his performance that the young man does
not try to hurt her much and the victim soon begins to understand the
farce, not knowing at first whether to laugh or grow angry, but finally
she takes it all in good part and laughs heartily.
As a reward for her better behaviour, the company gives her the
privilege of choosing the one who is to perform the second operation.
The clear, piercing eyes beneath her mask go slowly round the room,
resting an instant on each of the gentlemen. I feel them lingering upon
me with some hesitation. They pass on to my neighbour.
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Finally the charmer selects a gentleman who is tucked away in a
corner near the mantelpiece to be the happy mortal. He is the only one
whose thigh finger is not in erection.
Two ladies rush forward to undress the little lady. She allows them to
do so with the best grace possible. They strip her completely; she has
the form of a child, how charming!
Her little bosoms are scarcely formed and her thighs are slender but
round. She is like a charming doll. The gentleman she has selected
comes slowly forward and asks what position she prefers.
"Lie down on your back on this sofa," she answers laughingly, "I will
get astride of you and do all the work."
At this moment some one tapped me on the shoulder and as I turn, I see
that my neighbour is a lady with abundant, curling, golden hair
between her legs.
"Monsieur Dormeuil!" she says.
"Yes!" I answer, not suspecting the trap laid for me.
"Ah, I knew it was you!" and then I recognize Clemence. It is too late to
retreat.
"Little Sister Clemence, how charming you are in this costume!" I put
my hand under her coattail and over her firm, round bottom, slipping it
down to her rose garden and allowing my finger to wander in her silky
hair.
"Stop, you naughty pirate! I only wished to introduce you to Monsieur
Lorille, the Abbe. It is he who is about to offer up a sacrifice to Venus,
but poor man, he is dreadfully tired. He gave it to me seven times
already tonight and it was so good!"
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"Ah, that is the Abbe! Sure enough, he does seem rather worn out," I
remarked, "and the little blonde over there seems to be tiring herself
out rubbing his cock without great success."
The Abbe seemed to rally, however, and soon he was stiff enough for
the little siren to introduce him into the tiny slit that she opens with
her fingers. He is now in and leans forward, first to kiss her red lips, then
the pink tips of her bosoms. Ah, how well she works! The little woman
rises and falls on his mighty organ with the regularity of an amorous
machine, rubbing the Abbe's prick delightfully.
Little cries of pleasure escape from time to time, which thrill me with
desire from head to foot. At the moment when he is about to spend, she
changed her position so as to make it last longer.
I could wait no longer so I put my prick between her two globes and
pressed with my fingers her small child-like bosoms.
Those little titties were very firm and her movements led me to think
that very shortly I shall flow into her little arse. At any rate, she is
about to spend. Oh, there, one... two... her plump bottom rises and
descends more quickly, she breathes hard, her hand seizes the Abbe's
tool and seems to wish to push it up to the hilt. Then comes a shiver that
shakes her whole body. I feel that she spends with me and that the
Abbe follows suit.
The little woman is all perspiration, and they hasten to her and wrap
her up in a cloak.
I now perceive that the Big Fellow has warmed up little Sister
Clemence and from the movements of her bottom, I know she is going
to get it for the eighth time. I am astonished to see them come towards
me and still more to recognize in the hero of the evening, the Russian
Count. I was very much pleased and complimented him upon his
success.
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"Have you discovered Pauline, Count?" I inquired.
"Certainly. She is the tall brunette who announced the arrival of the
two ladies, her friends. There she is, talking with the gentleman who so
gracefully performed with the little blonde."
Pauline was superb with her majestic limbs, her beautiful bottom that I
had admired so much and her handsome retreat so rosy and adorned
with a luxuriant hairy covering.
I could not resist the temptation of going to finger her a little. I come up
behind her and press a kiss upon each of the globes of her behind. She
turns, but not considering the attack dangerous, continues her
conversation with Monsieur Lorille.
Her behind is just at the proper height and the temptation being great,
I place my tool in the deep rut very gently while I pass my fingers
through the curly hair of her treasure.
There is a little sensitive point between the lips of the 'beauty' and
every time I touch it she gives a slight start with her arse, which excites
me more and more. Now my finger penetrates between the moist lips
and moves about in the interior of her boudoir.
She pays no attention to it at first but little by little her buttocks move
slightly, and then the movements become more accentuated as my
finger moves quicker. Judging that the propitious moment has arrived,
I quickly introduce my lance, but the beauty tries to make me lose my
hold. I cling to her bottom and hold it like a vice, and the more she tries
to throw me off, the more excited I become.
Finally the Abbe comes to my assistance and holds her hands as she
throws up her backside with a movement like a bucking horse.
"Ah, you want it!" she says wildly. "Then take this!" Then comes a
punch from her plump behind. But she does not succeed in
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dismounting me. At last the friction of my pizzle in her shrubbery
begins to excite her and with head thrown forward on the Abbe's
shoulder, she exclaims:
"Push harder—harder!"
Her hips rise and fall and she would not let me draw out my cocked rod
now for anything in the world. Her lascivious movements are now so
exciting that I can hardly maintain myself in position. Excited to the
highest pitch I give three or four good shoves and drench her with my
sperm at the very moment when she spends herself. When she has
recovered, I whisper softly in her ear:
"When will you give me another—your friend Dormeuil!"
She answers, half angrily: "I wanted to keep you waiting six months
longer. Now the second will be whenever you like."
I kiss her hand and rejoin the Count who says he has enjoyed the scene
immensely. The two little ladies who were whipped are now walking
in the parlour entirely naked, their bottoms shaking prettily as they
move about.
I take advantage of the situation to smack them both as they pass by.
The music for the dancing has been playing for the last half hour and it
is really a charming sight to watch those half-nude women pass before
my eyes. After the dance comes the supper. I am seated near a brunette
whom I do not recognize and I give myself the treat of investigating her
beauties with one hand under the table.
She touches my stick from time to time to keep it awake and we drink
and eat heartily.
A wild gallop terminates the whole performance and as the light of
day begins to show itself, we conclude that it is time to put on more
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presentable costumes. The ladies leave first and I go home to seek a
much needed rest.
Jean stuck his head into my room to tell me the time of day but I did
not hear him. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, before I got up and
began my toilet. Jean does not utter a word. He probably thinks he has
a new master.
"Has any one been here?"
"Yes, sir, a tall light haired gentleman who left his card. He has been
here three times."
"Where is the card?"
Jean handed hit to me; it is the Count's. He writes on the card with a
pencil that he will return at six o'clock. Evidently Mademoiselle
Hortense will not see me today.
The bell rings and Jean introduces my new friend. He comes to invite
me to supper at his country seat. I accept with delight. Before leaving,
however, I must go and say goodbye to my neighbour.
"Good morning, neighbour!"
"Say good evening, rather; it is late enough for that," answered
Madame Benoit with a severe look.
I was holding the knob and as I closed the door, I heard the murmur:
"Old Bachelor!"
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CHAPTER FOUR
The Count's carriage is at the door and we are soon on the way to his
villa, which is situated near Poissy. It is a pretty, modern, cheerful place
with gardens on three sides, the other side sloping gently to the Seine,
wooded, with narrow paths through it to the river.
The sun is setting and it is one of those beautiful autumn days that
remind one rather of spring than the commencement of winter.
A butler does the honours of the house and if there are any other
servants they do not appear.
There is a pretty parlour on the first floor, very richly decorated and
furnished with sofas and armchairs and mirrors. I am much surprised at
the style of the room, to the great amusement of the Count, who passes
his arm through mine and leads me to the dining room.
The table is ready and a stroke of the bell brings the butler, to whom he
gives orders for serving our meal.
After an excellent supper I stretched myself out in an armchair and
the conversation begins.
The Count, who is a good talker, tells many personal adventures, which
are all new and hail from all parts of the world. With a large fortune at
his command, he has been able to satisfy every whim, and has
travelled through America, Asia and part of Africa.
There is no country in Europe with which he is not perfectly familiar
and he speaks several languages fluently; in fact he is a charming
fellow.
"I had just been travelling in Switzerland," began the Count in his now
familiar and well modulated voice, "and I had enjoyed the trip so
much that I was tempted to extend my travels further south. I visited
all the principal cities in Italy, and the occasion presenting itself to
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make the trip from Naples to Marseilles with an English family, I
accepted the invitation with pleasure, and we set sail.
"For four days the vessel glided smoothly on the Mediterranean and I
was almost sorry at last when we arrived at our destination.
"During the trip I had made the conquest of the younger of the girls,
who had proposed the most embarrassing things to me: to elope with
her or to marry her on her arrival at Marseilles. I got out of the
difficulty by promising to go to Manchester the following season,
which of course I was careful not to do.
"After taking leave of the Anderson family and thanking them for
their kind invitation to visit them in England, I was taken with a severe
attack of spleen and hesitated between following the little Miss—
which I thought would be ridiculous—and returning to Moscow.
"I do not know what notion possessed me to visit Algiers, which the
French had just conquered, but I took passage on the best steamer of
the line which was then beginning to run every fortnight.
"The first meal on board the vessel brought together all the passengers
around a long dining table. During the first part of the meal I could not
fail to see that my neighbour was doing his best to start a conversation
with me, and I would have ignored his overtures longer had it been
possible. But giving me a nudge on the arm, he said:
"'This is excellent roast beef, sir, just what we have at home!'
"I turned, and for the first time saw his features. He had a good natured,
big round face— simplicity itself—was about forty years of age, and
showed that he belonged to the class of well-to-do merchants.
"'Yes, sir, an excellent roast,' I answered at last.
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"'You are doubtless going to Algiers on business, like myself,' he
continued.
"'No,' I replied, 'I am going on a pleasure trip.'
"'On a pleasure trip!' cried the good man in amazement.
"'Certainly, to see the country, hunt, kill time. I cannot kill anything
else.'
"'You are a Parisian,' said he with the air of a man who thinks that only
a Parisian could conceive such an extravagant idea.
"'No, I am a Russian, from Moscow,' I answered.
"'And I am from Carpentras,' he returned proudly. 'I am going to
Algiers on business and I am taking my wife with me. The poor little
thing would not be separated from me, so I took her along. We have
only been married for six months, he added confidentially with
another nudge as he laughed his great big laugh.
"I was undecided whether to continue my conversation with him or to
go and take a stroll on the deck, but my companion was a regular
sticking plaster.
"Once on deck he talked loud enough to be heard a mile away. I was
obliged to listen to the history of his fortune and count it over with him
several times.
"His name was Theodore Paillard. At about eleven that evening, we
retired to our cabins. My cabin was next to his and before I went to
sleep, I heard him relating to his wife a lot of things about me of which I
was totally ignorant but which he found in his fertile Southern
imagination. I then heard Madame Paillard tell him to stop, that she
was sleepy, but he would not be quiet, he wanted it, he said... he had
not had it for three days.
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"She said: 'No, it is not convenient in this little box.' I then heard her
scold him. "'You are too big, Theodore. I assure you that you hurt me.
Then you are so heavy, you smother me. Let me put it in myself, you are
so awkward. Now go ahead, easy. Oh... I don't feel anything. Get it for
yourself and be quick about it. Don't pinch me like that, you hurt me, I
tell you! How long you are... You have been drinking, I am certain.'
"Then all was silent for a moment until Madame Paillard's voice rose
once more, but this time in anger.
"'You are always the same, you satisfy yourself and leave me full of
your stuff. You are selfish! I have really only had it once since we are
married. Ah, now you are going to sleep and I must get up and wash.'
"'My dear, I am very tired. I promise you that I will give it to you in the
morning,' replied he in a pitiful tone. Then I heard the noise of a
syringe. Theodore was snoring like a satiated beast. I dreamed all night
of Madame Paillard and when I awoke during the night I got to
wondering whether she was pretty, or if she were only passable! One is
easily satisfied on board ship.
"Early the next morning I was on deck. I was not alone, however; a
young woman was walking up and down, stamping her tiny feet from
time to time to warm them.
"When she turned I was literally dazzled. An Andalusian beauty with
the delicate features of a Princess. This beautiful lady had a superb
skin and large black eyes as soft as velvet; she was, moreover, a blonde.
I never saw a more beautiful woman in my life. She passed me, smiling,
and apparently wholly ignorant of her beauty, which added to it an
irresistible charm. I was stunned, fascinated!
"When she turned to walk back I was still in the same spot. I could not
lift my eyes from her. All at once a familiar voice fell disagreeably on
my ear. It was that of the man from Carpentras, Paillard, whom I was
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going to send to the devil, when the beautiful lady suddenly took his
arm and said coaxingly:
"'Theodore, please walk with me, I am so cold.'
"Was this Madame Paillard, then; my head was in a whirl.
"'Come, Virginia, let me introduce you to my friend from Moscow,' he
cried in his big voice.
"One must have been very deaf not to have heard him, and advancing
towards the ill-assorted couple, I saluted the young woman in my best
possible style.
"She received me most gracefully, and turning to her husband,
reproached him for not giving my name. I presented my card to her
and as she found my name hard to pronounce, she said:
"'I will call you Mr. Alexis, if you will allow me.'
"We then all three walked the deck for a while, talking and chatting.
Theodore was still looking at my card, trying to make out my name.
The breakfast bell was a welcome sound as the sea air had given me a
ravenous appetite.
"When Madame Paillard was relieved of her wrap, I perceived a full
bust that made her tight dress look tighter still. She was twice as
pretty, and many curious thoughts rushed through my brain.
"I could scarcely eat. On the second day I became more intimate with
the lady and on the third, as we were nearing the Balearic Islands, the
sea became quite rough, so she remained in her berth.
"The exuberant nature of Theodore needed more space and air; he
could not live closeted in these cabins, he said.
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"He came to me to explain the situation and asked me to go down to
reassure his young wife, who was terribly afraid of the rolling and
tossing of the ship. Lying on a little sofa in the cabin, she looked lovely
in her negligee. She got up to meet me and I could see her firm bosoms,
entirely without support, like two soft spheres, shaking with every
movement.
"We talked of a thousand different things and little by little our
conversation turned on burning grounds. She told me that she had
come to marry Mr. Paillard who had been so kind to her mother! She
said this with a sigh, and I felt a rush of desire go through me.
"I could see under her thin dress, and between that dress and her flesh
there was a chemise. Attracted to her by an irresistible force, I drew
nearer, and as I did so, I had an intense desire to feel that woman's flesh
against my own. I could not tell you what I talked about and very
likely she did not hear a word.
"Suddenly we seized one another by the shoulders and our mouths
formed one, our lips were glued together, my eyes plunged into her
and we drank without reserve of the voluptuous bliss of love, that fiery
passion beyond compare. There seemed to be a communicative
excitement in the very feel of her bare skin, which intoxicated me.
"We would certainly have been surprised by the husband had it not
been for his incorrigible habit of loud talking.
"He found me standing by the door. He had not come to remain, he
said, but only wanted to see how Virginia was, and finding that she
looked well (I should think she would, under the circumstances) he
tapped her on either cheek and forced me to sit down on the edge of
the bed. He seemed quite delighted to find me so obliging, the poor
man. Pshaw! It was his own fault. Why did he want to take advantage
of the gratitude of this poor young girl. She was really to be pitied.
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"Once more alone, we did not know how to resume the interrupted
conversation. Our eyes, however, spoke for us. I went back to my seat at
her side and her hands were soon between mine.
"I pressed her voluptuous bosoms with both my hands and carried the
license so far as to unbutton her dress and kiss them.
"'Virginia,' I said, 'let me kiss those treasures. Let me admire this skin, so
soft and white!' and I held up one bosom which filled both my hands.
"The little pink tip, hidden at first in the flesh of the globes, all at once
appeared triumphant, I seized it between my lips, then between my
teeth and sucked and bit it. I then sought the vermilion mouth of my
beauty; her moist lips were trembling, they seemed to invade mine,
and when my tongue entered her mouth, I thought she was going into
spasms.
"Her whole body quivered, she was almost delirious. What would you
have done in my place, with a tool as stiff as an iron bar in your
trousers? I carefully raised her dress and as I supposed, there was only a
long linen chemise to defend her virtue.
"The obstacle was soon removed and as her legs were parted, it was an
easy task to introduce my prick and penetrate into the grotto of love. It
was as narrow as that of a maidenhead. She felt a slight pain when I
pressed further in but feeling my stiff prick in her tiny, moss covered
bower, she became furiously agitated and seizing me by the neck,
would have smothered me between her large bosoms, had I not freed
myself.
"To maintain my position in this retreat, I was obliged to pass my hand
beneath her bottom and moderate the hysterical leaps she made, due
to a desire so long repressed.
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"I now slipped my tongue between her teeth and ran my weapon of
war up and down along her little furrow. She suddenly seemed to quiet
down and enjoy calmly my amorous embraces.
"Nothing could indicate that she had attained the supreme point of
bliss when I was about to spurt my provision of sperm into her retreat,
except a slight shudder, followed by complete exhaustion.
"I left her undisturbed for a few minutes while I admired her
magnificent thighs, her superb body, so round and firm, and her little
pussy of hair like that of a child of sixteen. I proceeded then to wash
her, remembering the reproaches she had addressed to her husband
the night before.
"The contact of the cold water brought her to her senses. She opened
her eyes in astonishment, until she remembered all, and then, jumping
down, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips
passionately to mine.
"The same scene was renewed the following day amid long talks. She
regretted the separation which must come at our landing and it also
worried me, for I really hungered after the woman, I had not possessed
her enough. I promised to accompany her everywhere but when she
thought of how she would be obliged to submit to her husband whom
she did not love, burning tears would roll down her cheeks. I was
kissing them away gently one day when an idea struck me, and I
resolved to communicate it to her and convince her of the success of
my scheme whereby we would not be separated on landing.
"I communicated to Virginia my idea whereby we could continue our
relationship but she refused to listen at first. The more she refused, the
more feasible it seemed to me and I insisted. At last she laughed
heartily and was ready to put it into execution. I explained the
intrigue to her in every detail.
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"Soon after our arrival she was to appear unhappy. Theodore was to
find her always gloomy and two days before the departure of the
steamer she was to propose returning to France.
"He, stingy, and going to Algiers for the purpose of making money,
would not think of consenting to go back with her, and would not allow
her to return alone. I would advise him to let her go alone, and the
journey being short, the Captain and stewardess would take good care
of her.
"By degrees he would become accustomed to the idea, then I would
whisper in his ear that without his wife, he could take advantage of the
innumerable chances which were never wanting here. Ah, if he should
only find a Moorish beauty! One of those ideal women which exist in
novels at home, but which are here in flesh and blood.
"I was certain of the success of the scheme. She was to go on board of
the steamer, excuse herself a few minutes and go into a cabin where
she would find a Moorish costume which I would provide for her.
When the first bell rang for the departure, she was to go back on land
and leave the rest to me.
"'But you see, Alexis, the thing is impossible! When I go on land I will
find my husband with you. He will accost me and then what language
will I speak? I only speak French as it is, and no other language but this
and Spanish.'
"This remark disconcerted me for a moment but I soon found a solution.
At a pinch we might speak French; there would be nothing
extraordinary in a Moorish woman speaking French, but we would
have less liberty. He might recognize the voice and a familiar
expression might spoil the whole game.
"However, I remembered that when at college in France, the pupils
had a way of conversing by adding a termination to each
monosyllable, article, etc., being careful to make it accord in sound
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with the words used. You finally got an outlandish jargon, which no
one could understand who did not possess the key.
"Madame Paillard was quite sure that her husband, who was
somewhat of a simpleton anyway, would not understand such a
language. So everything was settled.
"The young woman, in ten minutes understood the whole system and I
left her, recommending that she practice speaking in this manner
when alone, feeling that in two or three days she would speak it with
facility.
"A few days after our arrival in Algiers, according to program,
Madame Paillard became very gloomy; her husband seemed quite
uneasy and one day when I told her that a steamer sailed within fortyeight
hours, she declared to Theodore that she wanted to return to
France. She was dying with ennui, she said.
"Everything happened as we had foreseen. I became really eloquent in
the cause and Paillard decided to let her return alone. I arranged
everything with the Captain and Stewardess. Madame Paillard's
trunks were to remain in Marseilles until further orders.
"We accompanied her to the steamer and at the last moment, the
husband would go with her, but the magic words 'Moorish Beauty,'
whispered in his ear, decided him to remain. The young woman
excused herself and disappeared down the companion way,
smothering her laughter.
"At the first signal for departure, Theodore wished to rush down and
kiss her once more good-bye but at that instant a woman, heavily
veiled, showing her two handsome eyes, passed by as light as a
butterfly and brushing by our friend on the way, she gave him a
burning glance.
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"'There is a Moorish woman!' I said hurriedly, 'come do not let us lose
this chance, it is a rare one, I assure you.'
"He instantly forgot wife and all, and trotted breathlessly after the
woman who was walking a few steps ahead of him. He overtook the
beauty and was talking to her when I joined them but, of course, she
did not understand a word of French. 'She does not understand French,
Mr. Alexis,' said he in such pitiful tones that I could not help bursting
out laughing.
"'Do not distress yourself,' I said, 'I understand her language and will
talk to her,' and there I was, chattering away with the Moorish woman
in the language I had taught her in ten minutes.
"I was obliged to translate M. Paillard's propositions, which were
businesslike, and I made him understand that being in a foreign
country, under no consideration whatever to attempt to raise the
woman's veil for that meant instant death.
"He promised faithfully not to try the experiment and I felt no more
uneasiness on that score.
"I had rented a little villa about five minutes walk from the city,
surrounded by beautiful gardens. I explained once more to Mr. Paillard
that Moorish women never uncovered their faces; that they always eat
and dress alone. To seek to uncover their face is a crime. He was easily
convinced.
"'Do you think I could sleep with her?' he asked eagerly.
"'Certainly! Nothing easier!' I answered. 'You will certainly succeed on
that point.'
"Everything passed without mishap. I talked all day to the young
woman (Madame Paillard), and when it was time to retire at night, she
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hung on my arm and gave Theodore to understand that she would
prefer spending the first night at least with me.
"Theodore retired to the room next to ours and was soon snoring the
snore of the just. Left alone, I seized the young woman in my arms.
"She was lovely in her somewhat original costume. I helped her to
undress and for fear of a surprise, we concluded she had best sleep with
the veil.
"The night was warm and I persuaded her to sleep naked. I felt a foolish
desire to view her charms, and took off her chemise in spite of her
remonstrances.
"She was a mixture of strength and weakness; her neck was slender and
I have already spoken of her handsome bosom. Her luxuriant bottom
was enough to make the Colonel of the Tenth Cuirassiers jealous, as
they say in Russia.
"I did not know what to handle first; I went from her cunt to these two
beautiful globes, which stood out as firm as marble. I felt like eating
her up and when I put my face between her admirable thighs, she held
my head tight enough to smash it.
"I took her beautiful body in my arms and laid her on the bed; then,
placing myself over her, I began to explore her sweet little cunny with
my tongue. My prick was placed just above her face and in her
excitement she took hold of it and rolled it with her hands. My tongue
was shooting a thousand strokes into her vagina and she would lift up
her body in her passion, then give a sudden pressure of her legs on my
head which nearly sent me wild.
"The very tip of my prick was burning with ardent fire. I put it into her
mouth. Oh, how she sucked it! Her tongue gave me an indescribable
sensation; my ardour became double and I sucked and bit the lips of
her little cunny in a perfect storm of passion.
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"Feeling that I was about to spend in her mouth, I withdrew my prick
and pushed it between her beautiful bosoms, telling her to press them
against my prick as I tickled her two little strawberries.
"This sensation, added to the sensuous lingering of my tongue in her
voluptuous vulva, soon threw her into the wildest spasms of delight,
and with true cries of delirious joy, she inundated my tongue with her
delightful fluid.
"Her cries had awakened Theodore and suddenly I heard him jump
from his bed to the floor.
"I had neglected to lock the door and he walked in without further
ceremony. Fortunately the light was out and we had time to prepare
ourselves. He said his prick was in such a state of erection that he
absolutely must have the Moorish woman. What was to be done?
"She did not want him in the least, and he was bound to be satisfied. I
made him believe that it was bad form to enter into the vagina of a
Moorish woman at the first meeting and that he must content himself
with rubbing his prick between the cheeks of her bottom; that she
would agree to it, I guaranteed.
"He was so excited that his teeth chattered and he agreed to accept
anything that we proposed.
"'Tell him to make haste,' said the young woman.
"'You must move your arse so as to hasten matters,' I suggested.
"'I will,' answered the poor boob.
"He was soon astride her bottom and placing his immense prick
between the two hillocks, he began to rub and she to wriggle.
Sometimes she raised herself and rubbed her behind against his prick
so that he touched her cunt.
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"'It is strange but this backside reminds me of my wife's,' he would say
almost out of breath.
"'Do not talk that way!' I said boldly.
"He soon began puffing like a porpoise and lay down on the young
woman's bottom.
"She complained that he was smothering her and I was obliged to raise
him up and tell him to be more lively in his movements. She rubbed
him a little while longer and when finally a jet of sperm inundated her
back, she gave a sigh of relief, which caused him to ask her if she had
spent.
"'Oh, yes, yes,' she replied, and he went away quite satisfied to resume
his snoring. I washed-her, poor little thing, and fatigued with such hard
work, she fell asleep.
"Ever after that I locked the door carefully.
"This went on for a month and only once during that time was he
allowed to even rub his cock between the buttocks of his wife. He was
far from suspecting her of being his own wife and everything went well
with one exception.
"Then it happened in broad daylight when he could not possibly
contain himself any longer. I unfastened the full, Turkish trousers of the
beauty and held her head between my legs. She took advantage of this
to suck me gently while her husband agitated his prick between the
cheeks of her bottom.
"This time it rather amused her. She did not pretend to help him and he
kept asking me to tell her to move-her arse more. He had to spend,
however, and I advised him to catch the sperm in his handkerchief. I
did not care to receive the charge.
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"To tell you of the delightful nights I spent with that lovely woman
during that month would take me a very long time and become
monotonous, so I will end by saying that all went well.
"It did not surprise Paillard that I should take the beautiful woman to
France with me. On arriving at Marseilles, I pretended to leave her at
the Hotel until she could be dressed as other women dress in Europe,
and she started at once for Carpentras; her mother was to say that she
had spent a month with her and everything would be settled all right.
"I parted with her reluctantly but she promised to see me again some
day. I detained her husband a day in Marseilles in order to give her
time to have everything settled.
"Thus ends my story.
"Ah, you want a conclusion; well, here it is!
"After leaving the husband at the station, I started for Paris where I
remained some months and as I was about to leave the city, I received a
letter from Theodore, announcing the birth of a boy whom he had
named Alexis, with the full consent of his wife.
"Dear old Paillard—this act of courtesy was really due to me."
* * *
The Count had been very animated as he related this adventure, but
now he became grave and melancholy and seemed pensive, shaking
his head as though to cast off some thought.
"My dear friend, thrown as I have been for the past fifteen years amid
pleasure, with no time to study the exact moment for my conquest, I
have certainly committed acts which sober people might call
indelicate.
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"If indeed I have sometimes gone too far in my mad career, if I have
brought grief to some hearts and pain to some young slits, at least once
in my life I have had scruples.
"Let me confide this strange adventure to you; it will be a relief to me.
You have made a study of mankind and I feel certain that you will not
laugh at me but will understand my feelings in the matter."
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CHAPTER FIVE
"Three years ago, and about eighteen months before my trip to Algiers,
I was on my estate, a few miles from Moscow. The winter was very
severe and I went to the city as seldom as possible, even when it was a
question of sensual satisfaction. Aside from one or two large
landowners like myself, I saw no one, and spent the time looking after
my servants, hunting wolves and reading a few erotic books, which
were not calculated to calm my passions.
"I soon noticed the daughter of one of my farmers, a handsome girl, and
the only one who appeared to be modest among all the girls and
women with whom I was thrown in contact night and day.
"It was a rare thing to see her smile, but when she did, she showed
beautiful teeth, and two dimples would make two deep holes in her
rosy cheeks.
"She had luxuriant hair, as black as jet, which she wore in a braid that
hung far below her waist; the short dress, which came just below her
knees, displayed two handsome legs, round and firm, while her large
black eyes were shaded by heavy lashes. She was beautiful, very
beautiful, and just fifteen.
"As she was extremely modest, I did not know how to make
propositions to her which many of the others would have quickly
accepted. Several times I tried to enter into conversation with her. I
questioned her first about her parents in a careless, indifferent manner,
then I laughingly asked her if she had a betrothed. She looked at me
quietly, surprised perhaps at such a question, but she did not answer.
"For a whole month I remained in this embarrassing position.
Sometimes I would wake up at night after dreaming that I had her in
bed with me, that I had fully possessed her, and I would turn over and
find myself alone with my prick at full stand. I would then make up my
mind to fly from the spot that very day or force her to surrender, but
the day would pass just as the preceding one and nothing came of it.
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"Sometimes I surprised her looking at me, but the look was so frank, so
innocent, that I did not dare to speak.
"I do not know how or why, but her mother perceived what was going
on, and coming to me with tears in her eyes, told me the farm did not
produce enough to support the family. Praising her modest daughter,
she begged me to take her into my service. I was delighted with the
proposition but was careful not to show it, and dismissed the woman
without making any promises.
"A few days later I had a visit from the father and finally I consented to
take the young girl.
"One day, a theft having been committed in the house, all the
accusations fell upon the young girl and I had her summoned before
me in order to question her myself.
"She scarcely deigned to defend herself. She had not stolen anything
and suspected no one of the deed. This was all she would say. At the
head of the female department of the household I had a dragon of a
woman who was extremely strict and whose devotion to me was,
without question, devout. She advised me to have the girl whipped to
make her confess the crime. I was obliged to consent and ordered the
whipping to be administered in my presence.
"The girl looked on calmly while the preparations were made for the
torture, but what amazed me was to see her quietly undress herself,
throwing to the floor one by one her articles of clothing until she was
naked to the waist.
"Her back was turned to me. Ah, when the woman struck her on the
back with the strap, I almost cried out, and ordered her to stop and
retire.
"I got up, took the young girl in my arms and gently drew her on my
knees as I tried to reassure her—it was only then that she burst into
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tears. I tried to draw her hands away from her face, which she had
hidden in them; I wanted to see her bewitching eyes bathed in tears.
"She was so beautiful thus that I lost my head, threw her brutally on
the sofa and rushed upon her like a hungry wolf.
"I kissed her tiny bosoms furiously. They were firm as marble. I stuck
my head under her skirts and there was the peculiar perfume of a
clean woman which made me delirious with lubric passion.
"Like an animal, I squeezed the firm, rosy lips of her hidden parts and
rubbed my face against them. I was intoxicated by the delicious odour.
I stuck my tongue between the lips of her little pussy. I drew out and
licked it like an amorous animal, for I too, was an animal then in my
sensuous desire.
"Suddenly surprised at not feeling her move, I disengaged my head
from her skirts and was not a little bewildered to find her sobbing as
though her heart would break.
"I took both her hands in mine and placed my fiery lips upon hers. The
tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped one by one on my breast.
Her mouth seemed insensible to my caresses.
"Finally calmed by the sight of so much grief, I suddenly awoke as from
some horrible nightmare, picked up her clothing and covered her
nakedness. This seemed to calm her somewhat and when my paroxysm
was over I got her to talk.
"She swore on the image of the Holy Virgin that she was innocent and
she gently reproached me for my conduct. It had hurt her so much that
she began sobbing again.
"I was ashamed of myself and begged her pardon. I felt vile, degraded
before this pure young girl and promised not to annoy her any more.
After talking about half an hour, I sent her back, consoled now, to her
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occupation, and told the other servants that I was convinced of her
innocence and would not allow anyone to be wanting in respect to her.
"I was not myself for several days after this incident. I dreaded to meet
the young girl and took a thousand precautions to avoid her, and yet I
was happy in knowing that she was in the house.
"Naturally, we often came in contact and she met me with the same
beautiful smile. I felt the passion which I had for her growing stronger
and stronger and it was then that I determined to leave Moscow and go
to St. Petersburg.
"I attended all the society balls, and one night as I was helping the
Viscountess Xenia on with her furs, she invited me to accompany her
home. I sent away my sleigh and slipped into hers.
"Leaning against each other during the ride, I responded to the
coquetries of the beautiful woman as best I could; When we arrived at
the house, she invited me to come in, which I did with pleasure, not
suspecting for a moment that I was to possess that very night the most
sought after woman in St. Petersburg.
"I was shown into an immense, well-lighted parlour and requested to
wait a few moments. I stretched myself in an armchair and was
thinking of nothing in particular, when a servant informed me that he
had been ordered to take me to Madame's apartments. I followed him
and we soon reached a sort of boudoir, hung in white satin, with sofas
and chairs to match, and a huge mirror.
"Words cannot describe the comfort and elegance of the room. The
mistress of the house soon entered, wrapped in a black silk dressing
gown without any trimming; the garment became her complexion
admirably. She invited me to sit down on the sofa beside her. She wore
little golden yellow slippers, with black silk stockings, embroidered
with yellow and was tapping the floor with her tiny feet, and
continuing the coquetry begun in the sleigh.
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"'They tell me many curious things about you, Count'... she began.
"'What do they say, Madame?'
"'Oh, they say that you are a fast man, for one thing.'
"'Where is the man who has not had that said of him?'
"'True, but there are some little scandals here and there. In Vienna,
Paris, etc., with ladies of good society.'
"'It is proof then, Madame, that I have succeeded in finding favour
everywhere except in St. Petersburg. As yet I have not had that good
fortune here.'
"'You are so seldom here,' she said, pouting.
"'It rests with you alone, whether I stay or not!' I whispered, taking her
hand.
"'Really, sir?' she responded with a look that was a challenge.
"I seized her round the waist and tried to kiss her and during the
struggle somehow or other, the dressing gown suddenly became
unfastened and flew open from top to bottom, displaying her goddesslike form
entirely naked.
"It was only an apparition, however, as she rushed out of the door and
closed it after her. Then she made me the most delightful promises if I
would undress and put on the costume she would hand me through the
door.
"I had long been accustomed to any proposition, however strange it
might be, so I took care not to refuse. I waited, and in a few moments,
the door was slightly opened and a lot of clothing fell at my feet.
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"At first I had some trouble in making out what I had picked up from
the floor, but at last I found that it was a very pretty wrapper,
handsomely trimmed with red lace, and a pair of woman's drawers and
stockings long enough to reach to my thighs.
"'Are you ready?' asked the Countess impatiently.
"'Not yet, Madame, but I will be presently,' I replied.
"I had got into the drawers and stockings when she entered quickly. I
thought it was a saucy little boy who stood before me and the sudden
erection of my member betrayed the emotion produced upon me by
the lascivious costume of the charmer.
"She had on black velvet breeches fitting her superb figure tightly,
little socks reached just above the ankles and her tiny feet were
encased in black velvet slippers. The upper part of her body was
clothed in a fine shirt, puffed round the waist, a short jacket reaching
to the middle of her back, while a broad lace collar covered her
shoulders. Added to that, were blonde curls falling in ringlets around
her neck.
"I rushed forward to seize her, wishing to add the sensual pleasure of
touch to that of looking at her but she stopped me with an angry
gesture and offered to assist me in getting into the wrapper. She passed
her hands several times over my cock on purpose and I took those
occasions to steal a kiss 'on the fly.' I was soon dressed and she
commanded me to sit down in an armchair and listen to her with
undivided attention.
"'You are going to have a very bad opinion of me, Count, but if I have
determined to indulge in this caprice, it is because I have heard your
discretion praised as much as your gallant adventures, and I feel very
certain that you will banish this evening's experience from your
memory entirely.'
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"'I will forget it for everyone else, but I can never forget it for you,
Madame,' I replied.
"'That is quite sufficient, sir, and now let us abandon ourselves entirely
to pleasure... come!'
"She now dragged me along a little passage which led to a chamber
below. I will not attempt to describe the luxury of this room. She
disappeared in a secret closet and brought out an enormous dildo. I
was then obliged to play the lady and she made all the advances and
caressed me in every possible manner. She slipped her hand under my
wrapper and petted my bottom; she kissed me, but would not allow me
to touch her. However, she told me to whip her if she behaved badly
and as her big bottom was very tempting in her velvet trousers, I
contented myself with giving her slaps on top of her trousers to begin
with.
"Her manners became worse and worse, however, so that at last I threw
her across my knees, hastily unbuttoned her trousers and gave her a
great whipping. Her beautiful buttocks were so fat that in passing my
hand over them, near the thighs, the whole compactness moved into a
solid block but she held her legs so tightly closed that it was impossible
to take the liberty of touching all the beauties which were in that near
vicinity.
"After a goodly number of well applied smacks, the beautiful bottom
became quite red, and no doubt considering that to be sufficient, she
ran away, but her face expressed more passion than before, and
returning to me, she raised my wrapper to my waist and fingered my
cock for a moment.
"Then laying her head on the edge of the bed, she gave me a cat-like
invitation by presenting her handsome behind to me. I rubbed my now
thoroughly stiffened member between the beautiful cheeks of her
bottom. Then she seized my hand, but would not allow me to put it
anywhere near her secret parts.
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"'Not yet,' she said, 'be patient,' and she rubbed her backside against
my appendage. A moment later she let my hand go so as to pass her
hands slyly under my balls.
"She finally used her handsome behind so well, that I spent at the
moment she was fingering me 'a little all over,' as she called it, to
accelerate the matter. Then, turning round, she saw my instrument
hanging down. She gave me a malicious look and going after the big
dildo, she tied it round my waist. She then used a little ointment on it,
and presenting to me her superb doorway, whose proportions I was
obliged to admire, asked me to introduce the big thing into it.
"I thought that would be impossible, but she wriggled and pressed
against me until she got it almost all the way in. This performance took
place on the edge of the bed; she unbuttoned her waist and I could see
her alabaster bosoms, white, firm, well developed and nicely
separated. I gently rubbed her handsome slit with the enormous tool
and she seemed absolutely delirious with pleasure.
"'Open the valve when I tell you,' she murmured, as she continued to
play upon it. She had with a sudden movement wound her legs around
my waist and seemed to wish to push the dildo up to the handle.
"I never saw so much passion in my life. With her eyes half closed, she
seemed to be lost in another world. I stooped over her, squeezed her
bosoms which appeared to excite her still more, and finally, as if in
agony, she cried out:
"'Let the valve go—let it go!'
"I did so, and a copious flow of tepid fluid inundated her handsome
cunt. She was still slowly heaving and enjoying this internal 'coit' as I
continued the frigging movements with the enormous dildo. Little by
little she became more excited and it seemed to me that my pizzle
attained the proportions of the big dildo itself. I then slowly untied it
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and making believe it had slipped out by accident, I introduced my
instrument into her loins.
"Her cunt was large but full of voluptuousness and as I shoved my
wedge in, I kissed her delicious bosoms, her neck, her belly and then
her lascivious mouth.
"She sustained this second assault admirably well and it lasted long.
When she cried out again to let the valve go, I was on hand with a new
supply of sperm which appeared to satisfy her.
"She remained unconscious for a few moments, then got up, her face
crimson, and her body exhausted. I advised sleep and she answered
with a smile that indeed she thought she needed it.
"I dressed myself and took leave of the beautiful Countess after taking
a voluptuous kiss from her moist coral lips.
"She offered me her sleigh for my return but as my house was not very
far off, I preferred to walk there.
"Two days after this I was awakened by a terrible noise at the door of
my room. My servant answered the bell and returned to say that a
young girl had introduced herself into the house and refused to leave
without speaking to me. I ordered that she come down and to my
astonishment, I saw, once more, my little servant girl.
"She looked like a beggar and her garments were in shreds. She finally
told me that after my departure she had been so unhappy that she
determined to follow me. A little money allowed her to travel in a
sleigh part of the way, then her purse being empty, she was obliged to
walk the rest of the journey.
"The tortures of all kinds she must have suffered gave me an idea of the
strength of her will. The poor little thing acknowledged that she loved
me and that she would surely kill herself if I abandoned her. I felt an
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emotion which was entirely new to me. It was impossible to place her
with the other servants and the only thing I could do was to persuade
her to go to France with me, where I could put her in a school for a few
years.
"Three years have elapsed now and I have had occasion to appreciate
the progress which my protégé has made in every possible way, in
learning and in accomplishments of all kinds.
"When my thoughts turn to her it is like balm to my heart. However,
she could not remain in school any longer. The Superintendent wrote
me lately that she had nothing more to teach her and a few days ago I
gave orders to have her brought here, where she is at present.
"I have had two interviews with Wanda— that is the name I have
given her—and her love for me is so intense that I dread to see her.
When I propose to find a husband for her, she goes into hysterics and I
had to promise to make no more allusions to her marriage.
"Such is my position, M. Dormeuil, what would you do in my place?"
"I really cannot say, my dear Count. It is most embarrassing. You
cannot marry her and you do not wish to make her your mistress."
He seemed for a time lost in a profound reverie and did not reply for a
few moments.
"She wishes to see me this evening and I am afraid I may weaken," he
said at last. "Let me conduct you, dear friend, to a closet, near her room
and if passion should get the best of me, come to my assistance, I pray
you."
The greater part of the evening was already spent and we had to
hasten our visit to Wanda before she should retire. The Count
preceded me and made me enter a closet next to the room, at the door
of which he knocked.
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"Who is there?" called a fresh young voice.
"It is I, Alexis."
"Ah, at last," she cried, and I heard her run to the door. "How glad I am
to see you, I feared you would forget my request."
"You see, do you not, that I have not forgotten it, since I am here."
There was a little hole in the door of my hiding place which seemed to
have been made on purpose. I peeped through it and saw her on her
knees before him. She implored him to keep her with him; she would
be his slave.
She is as handsome as the Count has described her, but taller and more
distinguished looking in her white wrapper. As she holds his hands
and kisses his face, her expression denotes sincere love. She pulls him
towards a large armchair and innocently sits on his knees, as she would
have done with her father when a child; while with all the grace
imaginable, she tries to extract a promise from him that he will not
leave her.
It was too much for my Russian friend to withstand and naturally he
seized her head and covered her face with kisses. They are entwined in
each other's arms. Their bodies are like one. It would have seemed a
crime to me to disturb them, notwithstanding the request made by the
Count.
How she twists herself like a snake; now they have fallen pell-mell on
a beautiful white bearskin on the floor, and he passes one leg between
her naked thighs, and she, following her natural instinct, rubs herself
against him.
I could not blame him. As I looked at them, I felt my own prick stiffen
up like a poker. When he placed his instrument between her beautiful
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thighs, I thought he only did his duty, for she was breathlessly wishing
for it.
The jerks of the young girl's body became less marked, and all at once
she gave a cry of pain! It was only transitory, however, for she entwined
herself round the Count more closely than ever. She literally covered
his face with kisses and laughed and cried in the same breath.
It is impossible for me see her body with the exception of her thighs
which escape her drawers, but that is enough to convince me of the
beauty of the rest.
She must have spent several times, although she does not wish to let
him go. She has turned over on her side and shows me her back. Her
drawers are slightly open and as she pushes with her bottom, I can see
her crack with the Count's lance-like prick imbedded in it.
Her backside must be enormous, for it almost splits the delicate
envelope that confines it.
The Count has just spent but she still remains sticking to him and does
not allow her mouth to leave his for an instant.
I judged that the amorous combat was at an end and in order not to
receive any reproaches from the Count, I pretended to be asleep.
When he shook me, I begged his pardon for having fallen asleep. He
excused me politely and conducted me back to his room without
saying a word about Wanda. The next morning the Count came to
wake me himself and had been thoughtful enough to have my
breakfast brought to me in bed.
I rose and he conducted me to his bath. We talked of a thousand and
one things and his conversation was very animated; he seemed much
happier and livelier than was his wont.
"Come," said he, "I am going to show you my library."
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He led the way to a room whose style was most severe, but where all
the erotic works of French, English and Spanish authors were arranged
on shelves.
While I admired the handsome collection, the Count pressed a spring
and a little drawer flew open which contained some volumes carefully
wrapped in silk. He took them from their hiding place with the
greatest care and handed them to me one by one. I read their titles:
A Youthful Adventurer
The Comtessa Marga
The Perfumed Garden
Venus in India
Adventures of Lais Lovecock
A Spanish Gallant
Memories of a Voluptuary
and numerous other works of a similar character.
The British Museum contains some of these works, which are not only
very rare but also masterpieces of erotic-literature.
The collector who could obtain any of them would be fortunate and
find their perusal most entertaining. They rank high in their line, and
will make many a one stand.
"I must absent myself for some hours," he continued, "but you can spend
your time here pleasantly and read anything you like."
As soon as he left, I began to read the rarest of these works. The rest
were already known to me, at least those in English and French. The
Horn Book is a remarkable work and also The Open Chamber.
When he returned it seemed to me as if he had only been gone a few
moments, so much was I interested in my reading. He announced that
he had prepared everything for an agreeable evening, but he would
not tell me anything more. He expressed his regrets at not being able
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to spend the rest of the day with me and added that he had to go out
and make a few calls.
I had forgotten Paris, Madame Benoit, Madame Cuchond and the rest!
I must go too, or they would send out a general alarm. The Count held
me back, smiling, and assured me that everything would be all right, as
he would go himself to see Madame Benoit and the others and explain
everything.
I preferred it so and agreed to remain. I resumed my erotic reading
which caused the remainder of the day to pass very quickly. When
five o'clock struck and it began to get dark, I had devoured a large part
of the contents of the secret drawer.
The Count returned a little before six o'clock and soon we partook of
an excellent supper.
After supper—we took our supper in the parlour—I perceived that
my friend was in the best of humours. He had been to Madame X—,
had seen Pauline, Clemence, the Abbe, and a few others. They did not
know what to think of my absence; he had given them some kind of an
explanation and they were convinced that I had gone on a hunting
expedition some miles away.
The parlour, I now perceived, had been robbed of its furniture, and
there was an open space in the middle of the room. The Count invited
me to be seated on a sort of ottoman, low but delightfully comfortable,
while he on another, just opposite to mine.
The atmosphere is perfumed, while the light is so arranged as to be of
every imaginable colour. I feel that my friend is reserving a surprise for
me. What can it be?
In answer to his call, Ivan, his faithful servant, brings in two Turkish
pipes with their long stems. I would have preferred a good cigar, but
for the novelty of the thing I accept the pipe.
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We are sitting quietly, when the curtain over the door moves and a
woman or girl with a musical instrument enters the room. I say woman
or girl, for she is so wrapped up that I cannot see her face. The Count
smokes on without manifesting either surprise or curiosity, and I do the
same.
The woman begins the entertainment, and sits down on a cushion and
commences to play a lazy, monotonous air. Two other women enter the
room at this juncture and their dance, monotonous at first, becomes
more animated as the music becomes faster.
They turn round each other in the middle of the room and all at once
appear to me as if enveloped in a coil of tulle. Sure enough, they have
loosened their muslin robes and as they dance, they unwind them. I can
distinctly see their legs through their thin single skirt. The dance
becomes more and more exciting; the two girls soon become entwined
in each other's arms and seem intoxicated.
Suddenly they tear off their veils and I can see their forms which are
admirably moulded. Both are brunettes and apparently sixteen or
seventeen years of age. They each wear a small jacket, open in front
from the middle of the body to the cunt, while a many-coloured belt,
encircles their waists. Besides this, the only garment for each is a gauze
skirt.
They must, however, have something else for an undergarment, for it is
impossible to see their flesh clearly. They embrace and, still retaining
their steps, kiss each other feverishly. Each in turn passes her head
beneath the other's jacket and kisses the snowy white bosom beneath.
They soon unfasten their short skirts and throw off their belts. They are
bewitching in their unique costumes, a little waist reaching scarcely
down to the hips and a light yellow scarf covering their bottoms and
hidden places, now complete their outfits.
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They continue to excite one another, and the music seems to make
them frantic with passion. Hastily they snatch off their clothing and
now contemplate each other in almost total nudity.
They roll on the floor like playful kittens, their fingers tickling each
other's private parts, while little amorous cries escape their lips. They
handle each other's bosoms and tongue their lips. The youngest seems
to be the most excited and while she kisses her companion, she puts her
tongue far into her mouth; her bottom moves like lightning and when
her companion touches her with her fingers between her legs, she starts
as though it actually burned her.
She wishes to be played with and yet seems to evade the touch. She
jumps astride her friend's bottom and rubs her little cunt on her, and
while she fingers her pussy, the other turns her head to receive a kiss,
and the music plays on.
At last they have reached the desired degree of excitement and each
now feverishly places the head of the other between her own legs,
while they caress each other with rapid strokes of their tongues.
The tallest one has her back towards me, and shows me her arse with its
little pink hole. Beneath her I see the tongue and lips of the youngest.
The little hole seems to open and close as the enjoyment becomes
greater. The one underneath her sustains her, and her beautiful bottom
looks like a split hemisphere in pink satin.
I never witnessed a more exciting scene, and my prick, as a proof of my
feeling, is swollen to its utmost. The Count is still passive. The two
young girls are about to spend and their bodies are quivering with
passion. The beautiful behind which fascinates me, rises and falls,
opens and closes with marvellous rapidity.
Suddenly they both spend and the smaller seems actually to want to
eat the little cunny which she has between her teeth. She bites it in her
amorous delirium.
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My prick makes a movement at the very moment that the girls spend
and I have just time to introduce my handkerchief into my breeches to
receive the discharge.
They are still stretched upon the floor to recuperate their strength, and
their beautiful bodies give a voluptuous tremor from time to time. I
turn my head towards the Count and when I look for the erotic pair,
they have disappeared.
My friend's eyes are a little more brilliant than usual but that is all. The
servant enters with two dressing gowns and the Count invites me to lay
aside my ordinary clothes, and sets the example.
"When I travelled in the East, I used to adopt the Oriental costume
and now and then I like to indulge in it again. We are going to have a
change of scenery," he added as he rang the bell.
A little girl about twelve years old suddenly springs into the room, as
light as a bird, her small body almost quivering with modesty in her
costume—which is that of nudity.
At a sign from the Count, she approaches me and places herself on my
knees. Behind her comes a little boy, somewhat older, his face as sweet
and beautiful as the girl's. The Count coolly invites me to take my
choice. I retain the little girl, not knowing what was expected of me.
A soft, delicious music now comes from the next room. The child takes
my hand and places it between her tiny thighs. Her little aperture is
hairless. It seems odd to touch those lips which are so naked. She
herself places my finger in her little retreat and seems to know
perfectly what she does it for. With her other hand she grasps my prick
and rubs and presses it.
I feel a kind of indignation at so much vice but a look from the Count
reassures me, so to speak. I pass my hand beneath the naked cunt of the
little Bacchante, who begins to agitate her hand vigorously upon my
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prick, which she has well moistened and wishes to introduce under her
Mount of Venus.
She amuses me now, I feel, as if I were playing with a doll. Her little
bottom, plump and round, twists about in my hand and moving further,
I am surprised to find a body quite developed. She shows me her little
breasts, and gives me two little bosoms to kiss, about as large as billiard
balls and nearly as firm.
Still she has not succeeded in making my enormous prick penetrate
into the depths of her white belly. She soon tries to get astride of my
head and thus gives me the lips of her little cunt to kiss. It is with no
little pleasure that I use my tongue which seems to excite her
immensely. She can scarcely press her little boudoir hard enough
against me. She is not very heavy, so I pat her tiny bottom and when
she thinks she is excited enough she returns to my prick, which this
time she succeeds in forcing into her body.
Ah, how she wriggles! It seems as if there are a million demons or
cupids all along my prick; with consummate art she tickles my tool and
while I hold her on the end of it, she wriggles and commences to spend.
At that moment I take a look at the Count.
He has placed his boy in a kneeling position with his head thrown on
an ottoman and has stuck his enormous prick into his behind.
The boy moves his round and dimpled backside with as much art as the
most skilful grisette. He knows all the fine points and with the
movements of his behind puts the Count into ecstasies of delight. I see
his tremendous prick move in and out of those two rosy hills and the
pretty little behind gives a shove to make it enter still further, then
recedes to let it come further out, and so on.
During this time the Count fingers his little prick, which stiffens and
becomes about the size of my finger. This sight, added to the efforts of
my little charmer, throws me into the final spasm and as I inject a spray
of sperm into the cunt of the little girl, she seems to feel the same
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voluptuous pleasure as I do. She kisses me and continues the movement
a little longer, in order to give me the full enjoyment of it and probably
to satisfy herself, then she too, disappears as she came, scarcely giving
me time to see her little bottom disappear behind the curtained door.
The Count finished first. He now gave an order in Russian and Ivan
entered with a tray and two glasses and a little flask containing a
bright red liquid. Two little pieces of fruit, nicely cut, accompanied the
liquid. I was served first and put the fruit into my mouth after seeing
the Count do so.
"When you feel a little hard substance," he said, "swallow it without
uneasiness. It is a preparation which invigorates you."
I had just come to a sweet substance and according to instructions,
swallowed it. Ivan presented me then with the glass of liquor which I
drank. The liquid seemed to instil new life in me; I felt its warmth
pervade my whole being. I had not before noticed a large handsome
woman standing before me. She wore Turkish trousers of black silk,
while between her thighs was a large mass of silky hair. She holds an
enormous dildo in her hands and her bare bosoms, large, well
separated, and as firm as marble spheres, seem to shiver in voluptuous
anticipation.
At this moment she smiles at the Count and seats herself astride of a
chair, after tying the dildo to one of her heels. She now introduces it
into the lips of her cunt, while with a movement of her legs she puts it
in rapid motion.
It soon appears that she enjoys this game immensely, when suddenly,
not finding her legs agile enough, she unties the dildo and throwing
herself on the floor, spreads her legs wide apart and shakes the
enormous affair about inside of her.
In her passion she throws herself first upon her belly, then on her side,
sometimes working fast, then again slowly, very slowly. Sometimes she
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holds it motionless and with the movement of her arse, presses it in;
then again she places it upright on the floor and after letting her
trousers down around her feet, she steps over it and forces her cunt
open with its large end. Her great round arse rises and falls like a
voluptuous machine, as she pushes it up to the hilt.
Her buttocks rebound faster and faster, and finally she throws herself
upon her back and reaches the last great paroxysm of enjoyment by
gently rubbing with her cunt, as she squeezes the dildo between her
powerful thighs, which seem to be made of stone.
Thus, almost nude as she was, she resembled an antique statue and as
she displayed her magnificent treasures, my prick fairly ached to take
the place of the dildo which she was moving gently in her palpitating
organ.
A slight sign from the Count aroused her and she retired slowly, her
enormous arse, between whose cheeks I would willingly have
disported myself, shaking as she walked away.
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CHAPTER SIX
The Count suddenly began laughing; I felt the same desire, gradually
creeping over me. I laughed and keep on laughing, unable to stop.
Lights seem to flash before my eyes, but I imagine some one is tying me;
a bright light approaches me suddenly. I am in a delightful garden. It is
immense—it seems to be a conservatory.
Delicious music is heard, first in the distance, then nearer. The scene
changes like a flash. I am now in a room all hung in black; the music
changes, a lovely woman enters and undresses herself. The scene is
familiar to me. I have seen it somewhere. I finally recognize it as a scene
in the passage of a book entitled The Exposition, which I have been
reading. After having enjoyed reading it, I have the pleasure of seeing
it. Then all is dark again, until another flash of light illuminates the
next scene.
Two brigands have seized a magnificent woman; she begs for mercy
and offers them money but I can see in their eyes that they will only be
satisfied by assaulting the beauty. One of them is a strapping big
fellow, but handsome withal; he cuts the laces of her bodice with a
single stroke and begins to feel her bosoms. She struggles vainly, and
the other man raises her skirts and lays bare a glorious bottom; she
turns and twists in every direction and to punish her, he unbuckles his
leather belt and lathers her handsome arse furiously.
The poor woman weeps, but instead of appeasing him, her screams
seem to excite him all the more. The other robber after feeling her
bosoms, finally draws them out and admires them, and taking an
enormous prick out of his trousers, rubs it gently between her snowwhite legs.
At last she quiets down and her struggles cease. The second robber
leaves off whipping her and he, too, draws out his prick and placing it
first in her arse, at last presents it at the entrance of her handsome
portico.
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The beauty again resists, but two or three slaps bring her to reason, and
she allows him to introduce the haughty head of his prick between the
shuddering lips of her cunt. His need must have been great, for he had
scarcely given two or three shoves before he spends.
At this, the other robber raises her skirts and putting her in the desired
position, enters also by the front. The poor traveller overwhelmed them
both with insults and renewed her struggles, but now the tall fellow
inserted his instrument, and the more she wriggled and twisted, the
more she excited him. He holds her two hands in one of his and applies
his mouth to hers.
He kisses her beautiful titties and discharges at the very moment that
she spits into his face. It is only after satisfying themselves five or six
times apiece that they tie her to a tree, whip her again and leave her at
the mercy of other brigands, or some passer-by.
Scarcely have they disappeared when a monk passes by. He crosses
himself as he perceives the handsome cunt so well exposed. The
woman implores him to untie her and he does so, when she relates her
story to him. She is about thirty-five years old and from her story he
learns that she is the Lady Superior of a convent not far distant, but she
does not give its name.
She had donned a costume to preserve her identity while on a visit. The
coach was stopped by two brigands, and she was made to descend.
Being the only woman in it, they ordered the driver to continue his
journey and leave her with them. No one, not a single man had the
courage to interfere, but allowed the robbers to drag her to the woods.
As the Abbess finished her story, her eyes assumed a strange look. The
nudity which she was unable to cover was beautiful in the extreme, so
dimpled and so white. The monk does not dare look at her but she looks
at him and I soon perceive that this poor St. Anthony is having a rude
trial to support.
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With no thought but of the passion which has been awakened by the
repeated assaults of the brigands, the Lady Superior suddenly throws
herself on the monk, seizes his enormous prick, which would have filled
her two hands, and quickly raising his robe, straddles him, planting his
big tool in her burning orifice before the monk can interfere.
She does all the work, holds the instrument in one hand and supports
herself with the other resting on the grass. She belabours him with her
lower pouting lips in great style and at last, spends, manipulating the
enormous prick much as the instrument she hides so carefully in the
convent, and uses every night when going to bed.
The monk supports the attack admirably; his prick is still as stiff at the
moment when the Abbess writhes in the act of spending, as at the
beginning of the amorous battle. She spends, but is just warmed up to
thorough lascivious-ness. She also desires to satisfy him and not
knowing what to do, her slit being bruised and sore, she presents to him
her big arse and allows him to satisfy himself.
He runs his long prick against her arse cheeks while the skin rises and
falls on the extremity. Finally, the Lady Superior gives a movement or
two of her backside and an enormous jet spurts out.
The scene changes again and I find myself upon a lawn sprinkled with
flowers, amid a crowd of boys and girls at play. A young girl hides the
face of a youth in her lap, while he has one hand behind his back. The
other girls advance on tip-toe and with little screams of terror, they
cautiously give the hand a slap and then await, blushing and
breathless, for the young man to turn, and guess who gave the slap.
After watching them a moment I am satisfied that the forfeit of the one
who is caught is not an ordinary one.
When it is a boy they take down his trousers and each gives him a slap,
not on the hand this time, but on the naked bottom. He must catch the
last one who strikes him and that person must take his or her place
until someone else is caught again. It is now the turn of a mischievous
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little girl to have her dress turned up. She buries her face in the lap of
one whose office it is to hold and hide the eyes of each one who is hit.
They raise her skirts and expose her pretty little arse, while a little
lower down can be seen a little pink cunt surrounded by its auburn
fringe.
Whack! Whack! and the rosy skin takes on a deeper tint. The girl rises,
and scans the circle but does not guess rightly and once more they hide
her head and again the pretty bottom is exposed. This continues until a
tall blonde is caught.
They hide her head, unbutton her drawers, raise her chemise, and, as
she is tall, her little canny is more exposed. I can perceive the rosy
entrance as a mischievous little girls sticks her finger in the opening.
The blade does not move and the little girl continues to rub gently
with her finger till the blonde gives unmistakable evidence that she
likes it.
At this point a boy draws the girl's finger away and inserts his standing
prick. The blonde perceives the difference and gives evidence of the
fact by becoming more excited.
This is the signal for a general debauch such as I have never witnessed
since or before. Each little mischief unbuttons a boy's trousers and
sucks his little tool; she caresses it until it is stiff enough to enter her
little cunt.
There are forty couples in the greatest diversity of positions. They all
spend once and spend again; then, with shirts up and pricks in the air,
they have a game of Ring Around the Rosy.
The girls, with one hand on their neighbour’s tools, the boys with one
finger in the girls' cunts, either from the front or from the back. Then
things become confused and finally I see nothing more.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
"How long have I been asleep?" is the first question I ask the Count, as
he enters my room.
"Thirty-six hours," he says, "or at least so says Ivan, for I have slept just
as long myself. My dear Monsieur Dormeuil, I wished you to become
acquainted with the strange sensations and visions caused by hashish!"
This explained the fanciful dreams I had had. I remained a few days
longer with the Count and then returned to Paris to resume my old
habits.
I reached my apartment at ten o'clock and surprised Jean in
conversation with a chambermaid living in the neighbourhood. I was
able to approach them without being heard. She was just showing the
boob how to do it.
"Great Idiot! Wait until I rub that tool of yours," said she, and began
rubbing his prick and shaking it, too. "Take my titties, John dear. Not
that way, you hurt me. There, that's it. Now tickle the nipples. You see,
you begin to grow stiffer. Put your hand under my skirt— there—feel
my leg. Wait, you are too rough; you hurt me with your big fingers; now
there, what do you feel? Is it wet? Now put your finger in—not there,
you are too far down. How stupid you are. I tell you, that is my arsehole.
Ah, now you are stiff as a Grenadier. Now is the time—what are
you doing—that is the right place, but you are hurting me; take your
hand away and you will see."
She takes his prick and puts it between her thighs. "There—shove,
John—not so hard— don't you see you keep slipping. There it is—
now push. Easy at first—wait, I will get it in myself!" And at last she
gets it into her cunt.
The amorous combat commences and lasts for some time. Several times
she is about to spend but the idiot allowed his prick to slip out.
Evidently it is his first experience and that is why she displays so much
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patience. Finally he spends, and I hear him say to her, "I did not feel
anything much, did you?"
"Yes, I did, it was ever so good; you are a ninny. Do you want to have
another one?"
But I thought that another one would be too long, so I began to cough
and called Jean as loudly as I could. I heard a rustle of skirts and then
Jean appeared, as red as a poppy.
He was very glad to see me back and for that matter, I was not sorry to
be at home again.
I soon pay my respects to my terrible neighbour and am delighted with
my reception as I found her quite improved in manner. She has
changed her style of dressing her hair and looks much younger. She
wears a close fitting dress which displays her still slender form to
advantage.
Our conversation becomes quite animated. She asks me a thousand
questions.
I next go to our restaurant and next to Mademoiselle Hortense whose
little cunt I explore of course, since it is part of my Thursday program.
My correspondence is scant and uninteresting. I go to see Madame X—
, but I do not return there in the evening, for I feel the effects of the days
spent at Poissy.
The next morning I receive a letter from the Count announcing his
intention to start for Russia. Wanda desires him to take the trip, so he
will go. He sends his compliments to me.
This departure grieves me; I have really taken a liking to this peculiar
individual, and for some days I feel out of sorts. I spend a great deal of
my time in the company of Madame Benoit and find her decidedly
more interesting than formerly.
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Two weeks have elapsed; I only go to see Madame X— at intervals,
and I have not purchased any more gloves. I lie in bed and think of the
past, and have day dreams. I no longer have the same love for women. I
do not feel the same regard of gratifying my passions. Another
fortnight passes away and brings me tidings from the Count.
I am more and more in Madame Benoit's company and... shall I
acknowledge it? I have made a proposition of marriage to her.
Who would have thought that one day I would be a husband and
Madame Benoit my wife?
Now and then I kiss the lips of my betrothed and I dare not attempt a
liberty, but tomorrow night I shall have the plump body of my wife
entwined in my arms in this bed or hers, whichever she may like better.
The wedding takes place as arranged. It is midnight, and all the guests
have retired. The women have kissed the bride and whispered to their
hearts' content.
Naturally, Madame Dormeuil blushes lightly every time she meets my
eyes, which becomes her very much. I take her on my knees and try to
assist her to take off her waist. She will not allow that.
"Stop! I beg of you," she exclaims.
I take a kiss, then another, a third... a great many. However at last I find
myself in my own room. She would not grant me the conjugal bed
tonight. She denied me so charmingly that I could not insist. I go to bed
feeling cross and out of humour. Several times during the night I feel
like forcing the other door that separates the cruel one from me. But I
am afraid of the noise and the scandal.
We spend the next day in the suburbs of Paris. The weather is so
beautiful that we decided to go to the country. My wife is quite lively
and eats and drinks with appetite.
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We return at nine o'clock and as I take off her shoes, I take the liberty
of examining the commencement of round, well turned leg. Madame
Dormeuil will not shut the door in my face tonight! We have a lengthy
discussion on that point, but she will do her duty as a wife. She says
that I am to be forbidden the sight of her disrobing, so I am banished
temporarily to my own apartment. Twice have I gone to the door but
have not been admitted. At last I am able to turn the knob. The lamp
on the table is turned very low and the room is so dark that I can
scarcely distinguish the bed, the curtains of which are drawn.
It does not take me long to undress, then I slip in between the sheets
where a slight warmth alone betrays her presence. I wait a few
minutes, but my wife does not show any intention of beginning a
conversation.
"Dearest!" I venture to say then: "Gertrude! Gertrude!"
Perhaps she is asleep, and I touch her gently on the back. At the
contact of my finger she doubles herself up and draws close to the wall,
but I become bolder and in my title of husband, put my arm about her
waist, and draw her to me. I forcibly turn her face to mine and impress a
burning kiss upon her lips.
I feel her big bosoms and press them close to me; I turn her quickly in
my arms, but she begs me to let her sleep. It appears so ridiculous to her
to have me in her bed, she has become so accustomed to consider me as
a friend, as a brother, and so on. As she speaks, she hides her head in my
bosom. I cannot stand it any longer. Little by little I have raised her
chemise.
I pass my hand over her legs, her large bottom, and press it gently. Then
I suddenly thrust one leg between her thighs, explore her legs, the
knees, then further up. As I feel the luxuriant hair against my leg, I
grasp her pouting pussy, then again I feel her bosoms. They fill my
hands, firm yet so soft. Now my hand descends to her great cunt. What
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a beauty she has! Surely she must feel my prick; it is like a great club
against her body.
"Anatole, I beg of you, not tonight, tomorrow night if you like!"
"No, my darling, tonight, now!" I say passionately and I succeed but not
without some difficulty in getting between her legs; then I
immediately try to place my tool at the entrance of her big pussy. On
pressing a little, I enter with ease. I give a vigorous shove and I am
there! I begin to rub softly and put one hand under her bottom. It does
not take her long to respond.
"Anatole, kiss me," she murmurs. Presently I kiss her again, her tongue
responds to mine and her arse moves, keeping time as I enter and leave
the little grotto of love. I kiss her voluptuous bosom and I move still
faster.
"Anatole, how good it is. Not so fast! Ah! Ah! Ah! A little faster now.
Faster!! It is so delightful. Ah-h-h-h!!"
And now her big bosom goes like a steam engine and she squeezes my
tool and plays with my balls. I take good care not to stop her. She is
coming! I feel it—there it is!
"Anatole, I am coming, my darling! Oh, I love you, my husband, my
darling!" and her great bottom falls heavily on my hands. We spend
once, then spend again, and I am still ready to spend the third time.
After three successive assaults, we go to sleep in each other's arms, but
before closing my eyes I calculate how many years my wife had to
remain without having relations with a man and admit that fate is
indeed hard on a woman.
The next day, when I look at Madame Dormeuil I remember my
reflection of the night before and I give her a hearty kiss without
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telling her why. Things go on pretty much the same after the first night,
but without any struggle on her part.
I had been happy in my new existence for a month, when I received a
letter from Count Alexis.
In order to give you an idea of the effect it had on me, I will reproduce
it.
My dear Dormeuil,
My dear friend, you must either have thought I had forgotten you or
that I was dead. My silence was caused by much work and great
uncertainty of mind.
Do you remember Wanda? She is here with me. I was sick and she took
care of me with wonderful devotion. Many admirers, young, rich and
titled, have asked for her hand in marriage. She refused them all and
seems happy only by my side. Before so much devotion, I, the highlived,
have succumbed. My heart has spoken; I am going to marry
Wanda.
According to the French custom, before my marriage, I intend to give
an entertainment to all my friends. It will be my last bachelor's dinner
and I cordially invite you to attend. My next letter will give you the
date. I shall count upon you and we will be sure to have a good time.
By the way, I have a confidence to make to you. You remember when I
visited Madame Benoit, your terrible neighbour. When I told her I was
sent by you, I found her in a bad humour. One of my little jokes at last,
however, made her smile, then laugh heartily.
Unintentionally, a naughty word or two would creep into the
conversation, and I remember that she made me repeat them. Her
hearing was not so very good perhaps; to be frank with you, I took a
few liberties which were not badly received, and one thing which you
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will certainly not believe, my dear Dormeuil, is that Madame Benoit's
skin is very soft and that her bosoms are magnificently firm.
Once warmed up by the coquetry of your neighbour, I raised her skirts
and presented you-know-what, at the entrance of her retreat.
Plenty of beautifully curling hairs and big thighs, on my word!
You doubt the fact I am sure, and think me insane, but it is true for all
that; I shall always remember that glorious mount. It was one of the
best I ever had.
Your neighbour fucks well; I should never have dreamed of such a
thing, and it was in your interest that I carried matters so far. That is
undoubtedly the reason of your charming reception on your return;
now good luck to you; use this little confidence as you please. Try it
yourself; she is not as terrible as she looks. Let me hear from you pretty
soon. I expect your visit shortly.
With cordial good wishes, I am your friend,
ALEXIS.
Who would have thought such a thing! Oh, Madame Benoit, the
prude. But I reasoned with myself. After all, Madame Benoit was free
at that time to do as she pleased and I was a fool.
A week ago, I myself broke our marriage vows. I received a letter,
giving me a rendezvous at 37 Rue de l'Ecoille. It was Miss Anderson,
whom Count Alexis had met at Naples. She was still in love with him
and asked me news of him. I have revenged myself on the Count with
this young English girl.
I pressed her so hard that I laid her on the bed, and, raising her skirts,
introduced my tool into her reception room before she had time to
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refuse. She worked well and vigorously, and I soon gave her a reserve
of sperm which I had saved up, as my wife was angry with me.
She is a very loving and lovely thing, this little auburn-haired girl. She
really spends with the finesse of art. I see her often and she has
promised to stay here another month.
I have abandoned the idea of going to Russia, neither will I be angry
with Gertrude, who is quite enough—more than enough for me now!
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