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Voluptuous Confessions
by Anonymous (address withheld)

Translated from the French - A novella from past that 
tells the "Voluptuous Confessions" of a French lady of 
fashion. (MF, exh, rom)

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PART I

The chateau of my grandfather was situated near the 
city of ------ in a delightful country; the park, 
shaded by fine scattered trees, mostly splendid oaks, 
or chestnuts, was of great extent and enclosed by 
walls. The grounds immediately round the house itself 
being laid out in splendid parterres of the finest 
flowers, and watered by a little river which traversed 
a magnificent piece of water, and was lost in the 
country by capacious meanderings.

My old grandmother, mostly confined to the house, never 
went much further than the beautiful lake. As to myself 
my greatest happiness was to wander alone in the most 
uncultivated parts of the demesne, and in the most 
retired parts of the park indulge in the reveries of my 
sixteenth year. 

These reveries, I ought to confess were always of the 
same nature; a strange feeling invaded my soul, my 
young imagination revelled in unknown regions, and 
presented before my eyes images of tenderness and 
devotion, in which a young man was always the hero; 
although profoundly ignorant as to the difference of 
the sexes, my already awakened feelings moved the whole 
of my organism, a secret fire circulated in my veins; 
often a dimness came over my eyes, my limbs trembled, 
and I was obliged to sit down, a prey to a weakness 
which combined both pleasure and pain.

It was the month of June, the weather was magnificent, 
my walks were mostly in the morning when I was sure to 
be alone. We received a letter from Madame T., my aunt, 
who replying to my grandmother's invitation announced 
her speedy arrival. Madame T. was about twenty-four or 
twenty-five, and had been married at the age of twenty 
to an old man who had left her a widow two years since, 
mistress of a great fortune, and without children. 

She was a delightful person, her hair black as ebony, 
contrasted with the whiteness of her complexion, which 
was lighted up by her beautiful deep blue eyes. Her 
mouth, small and pleasing, set off by adorable teeth, 
as white as the purest ivory, an imperceptible black 
down shaded her upper lip, giving her a peculiar 
expression, which, however, had nothing hard or 
masculine about it; her medium figure, perfectly formed 
and graceful, with hands and feet of fascinating 
petitesse; she dressed with taste and elegance.

I loved her very much. Her lively and playful 
disposition had long captivated me. Accustomed to live 
with my grandmother, whose age prevented her from 
affording me any amusement, deprived of companions, I 
was very happy at the arrival of a relation who would 
be a friend to me.

A project of marriage had been spoken of between my 
aunt and Monsieur B., which my grandmother approving, 
she wrote at once to him, with an invitation to pass 
some time at the chateau, and in consequence he arrived 
a few days after my aunt.

What I am going to relate now is very delicate and 
difficult. I have hesitated a long time! But after all 
nobody will read it, I hope so, these lines are for my 
own perusal. The pictures which I am going to draw are 
very lively, but they will be true. What lovers —real 
lovers, who in each other's arms have not experienced 
the same? I will add that, even now I am past kissing, 
I feel a veritable pleasure in recalling the soft 
enjoyment.

One morning very early, according to my custom, I had 
gone a long way in the park and sat down at the foot of 
a tree plunged in my usual reveries.

I saw my aunt, who I thought in bed, some distance off, 
evidently coming to the little eminence where I was; 
she was dressed in a fresh peignoir of white and blue. 
Monsieur B. was with her, dressed in a suit of nankin 
and a straw hat, they seemed to be having a lively 
conversation. I do not know what secret instinct 
impelled me to avoid their presence; I hid behind a big 
tree which completely shielded me from their sight.

They soon arrived at the spot which I had just quitted, 
and stopping for a moment Monsieur B. looked all 
around, and convinced that at this hour no one could 
see them, threw his arms around my aunt, and drawing 
her to him pressed her to his heart, their lips so 
joined that I heard a long kiss, which struck to the 
bottom of my heart.

"My dear Bertha" (that was the name of my aunt); "my 
angel; my sweet darling! I love you; I adore you. What 
a frightful time I have passed without you; but soon it 
will be over! Stop, that I may embrace you again! Give 
me your beautiful eyes! your lovely teeth! Your divine 
neck! How I could eat them!" he exclaimed.

My aunt, far from resisting, gave herself up to him, 
returned kiss for kiss, caress for caress. Her colour 
heightened; her eyes sparkled.

"My Alfred," said she, "I love but you. I am all 
yours."

One may judge the effect such caresses had upon me. My 
temperament lighted up as if struck by an electric 
spark; I was one moment as if paralysed, and lost 
almost the use of my senses. I recovered myself, 
however, promptly, and continued to be all eyes and 
ears. Monsieur Alfred wanted something which I did not 
understand, and seemed to insist on it.

"No, no, my love," replied Bertha. "Oh, no! not here, I 
pray you; my God, I never dare! If anyone should 
surprise us, I should die!"

"My dear, who can see us at this hour?"

"I don't know; but I'm afraid! Stop, you see I 
couldn't; I should have no pleasure. We will seek a way 
of doing it; have patience, I beg."

"How do you speak of patience in the state I am in? 
Give me your little hand; feel him yourself!"

He then took the hand of my aunt, and placed it in such 
a curious place, that it was impossible for me to 
understand the cause. But it was worse when I saw this 
hand disappear in a certain slit, which she had 
presently unbuttoned, she seized an object which I 
could not see.

"Dear Mimi," said she, "I see very well how much you 
want me. How beautiful you are, and I should like it 
so. If we had only some retreat, I would soon put you 
to the proof." And her little hand moved softly, to the 
great apparent pleasure of Monsieur B., who, immovably 
erect, his leg a little open, seemed most profoundly 
pleased —a moment of silence. "Ah!" suddenly exclaimed 
my aunt, "what an idea! Come, I recollect, there is 
near here a pavilion of necessity, you know. It is a 
curious place for our love, but no one will see us, and 
I can be all yours, come."

I must explain that the pavilion of which my aunt spoke 
was intended for us poor humanity, it was constructed 
like a thatched cottage, and properly appointed in the 
interior. Protected by some high brambles, I could 
approach them without fear of being seen. This I did 
with infinite precautions, and got to the back of the 
pavilion at the moment when Bertha had already entered, 
and Monsieur B., after looking all around also came in 
and drew the bolt. I sought out a convenient peep hole, 
and soon found one, as the planks and beams were badly 
joined, sufficiently large to enable me to see 
everything. I applied my eye, as I held my breath, and 
was witness of what I am going to relate.

Bertha, hanging on the neck of Monsieur B., devoured 
him with kisses.

"Come," she said, "my darling, I was very unhappy to 
refuse you, but I was afraid. Here, at least, I am 
assured. This beautiful Mimi, what pleasure I am going 
to give him. Hold, I come already in thinking of it! 
But how shall we place ourselves?"

"All right; but first let me see again my dear Bibi, it 
is such a long time I have wanted her."

You may guess what my thoughts were at this moment. But 
what were they going to do? I was not left long in 
suspense. Monsieur B., going down on one knee, raised 
the skirts of Bertha. What charms he exposed! Under 
that fine cambric chemise were legs worthy of Venus, 
encased in silk stockings, secured above the knee by 
garters of the colour of fire; then two adorable 
thighs, white, round, and firm, which rejoined above, 
surmounted by a fleece of black and lustrous curls, the 
abundance and length of which were a great surprise to 
me, compared above all to the light chestnut moss which 
commenced to cover the same part in myself.

"How I love it," said Alfred. "How beautiful and fresh 
it is! Open yourself a little, my angel, that I may 
kiss those adorable lips!"

Bertha did as he demanded; her thighs, in opening, made 
me see a rosy slit, upon which her lover glued his 
lips. Bertha seemed in ecstasy! Shutting her eyes, and 
speaking broken words; making a forward movement in 
response to this curious caress, which transported her 
so.

"Ah, you kill me... encore! go on! It's coming... I... 
I... I'm coming! Ah, ah!"

What was she doing? Good God! I had never supposed that 
any pleasure pertained to that part. Yet, however, I 
began to feel myself in the same spot some particular 
titillations, which made my understand it.

Alfred got up, supporting Bertha, who appeared to have 
lost all strength; but she soon recovered herself, and 
embraced him with ardour.

"Come, now, let me put him in," she said. "But how are 
we going to do it?"

"Turn yourself, my dear, and incline over this unworthy 
seat; let me do it."

Then, to my great surprise, Bertha, by rapid and 
excited movements, herself undid the trousers of 
Alfred, and lifting his shirt above his navel she 
exposed to my view such an extraordinary object, that I 
was almost surprised into a scream. What could be this 
unknown member, the head of which was so rosy and 
exalted, its length and thickness giving me a vertigo?

Bertha evidently did not share my fears, for she took 
this frightful instrument in her hand, caressed it a 
moment, and said —"Let us begin, Monsieur Mimi, come 
into your little companion, and be sure not to go away 
too soon."

She lifted up her clothes behind and exposed to the 
light of day two globes of dazzling whiteness, 
separated by a crack of which I could only see a slight 
trace; she then inclined herself, and, placing her 
hands on the wooden seat, presented her adorable bottom 
to her lover.

Alfred just behind her took his enormous instrument in 
hand, and wetting it with a little saliva commenced to 
introduce it between the two lips which I had 
perceived. Bertha did not flinch, and opened as much as 
possible the part which she presented, which seemed to 
open itself, and at length absorbed this long and thick 
machine, which appeared monstrous to me; however, it 
penetrated so well that it disappeared entirely, and 
the belly of its happy possessor came to be glued to 
the buttocks of my aunt.

There was then a conjunction of combined movements, 
followed by broken words —"Ah! I feel him... He is 
getting into me," said Bertha. "Push it all well into 
me... softly... let me come first. Ah! I feel it... I'm 
coming! Quicker! I come... stop... there you are! I 
die... I... I... Ah!"

As to Alfred, his eyes half closed, his hands holding 
the hips of my aunt, he seemed inexpressibly happy. 
"Hold," said he, "my angel, my all, ah! How fine it is! 
Push well! Do come! there; it's coming, is it not! Go 
on... go on... I feel you're coming... push well, my 
darling!" Both stopped a moment; my aunt appeared 
exhausted, but did not change her position; at length 
she lightly turned her head to give her lover a kiss, 
saying —"Now, both together! You let me know when you 
are ready."

The scene recommenced. At the end of some instants, 
Alfred, in turn, cried out —"Ah! I feel it coming... 
are you ready, my love? Yes... yes... there I am... 
push, again... go on... I spend... I am yours. I... 
I... Ah! What a pleasure... I... sp—... I spend!"

A long silence followed; Alfred seemed to have lost his 
strength, and ready to fall over Bertha, who was 
obliged to put her arms straight to bear him. Alfred 
recovered himself, and I again saw that marvellous 
instrument coming out of the crack, where he had been 
so well treated. But how changed he was. His size 
diminished to half, red and damp, and I saw something 
like a white and viscous pearl come from it and drop to 
the floor.

Alfred began to put his clothes in order; during which 
my aunt, who had got up, put her arms round the neck of 
her lover, and covered him with kisses.

What had I been doing during this time? My imagination, 
excited to the highest degree, made me repeat one part 
of the pleasures which transported my actors.

At the critical moment I lifted petticoat and chemise, 
and my inexperienced hand contented itself by exploring 
that tender part. I thus assured myself that I was made 
the same as Bertha, but I knew not yet what use or 
consolation that hand could give. This very morning was 
to enlighten me. After plenty of kissing, Bertha said 
to Monsieur B.—

"Listen, my dear, I have been thinking. You know that 
my apartment is quite isolated; without my fernme de 
chambre, who sleeps in the ante-room, no one could know 
of our rendezvous, and we could pass some adorable 
nights together. "Under a pretext of wanting something 
for my toilette, I will send Julie to Paris tomorrow 
afternoon, and after the evening we can join each 
other. Be on the look out, you can give me a sign 
during the day of the hour when you can slip away to 
me. I beg you to take the most minute precautions."

It was then decided that Monsieur B. should go first. 
He was to take a walk out of the park, and during the 
time my aunt would regain her room by the private 
staircase. Monsieur B. went out, and I remained hidden 
in my brambles till he was sufficiently far off not to 
have any fear of being perceived by him. Observing that 
my aunt had not yet come out, I stopped and looked 
again. There was in the pavilion a chamber pot and wash 
basin; I saw Bertha fill the latter, lift up her 
petticoats, and stoop over it. She was placed right in 
front of me, and nothing could escape my view. As she 
did this her slit opened, it seemed to me a much more 
lively carnation, the interior and the edges, even up 
to the fleecy mound which surrounded it, seemed 
inundated with the same liquour which I had seen come 
from Monsieur B. 

Bertha commenced an ample ablution, and I was going 
away from my place as softly as possible when I 
remained fixed, glued to the spot. The hand of my aunt, 
refreshed with care all the parts which had been so 
well worked. All at once I saw her stop still, then a 
finger fixed upon a little eminence which showed itself 
prominently; this finger rubbed lightly at first, then 
with a kind of fury. At length Bertha gave the same 
symptoms of pleasure which I had often seen before. I 
had seen enough of it! I understood it all! I retired 
and made haste to take a long tortuous path, which 
brought me to the chateau. My head was on fire, my 
bosom palpitated, and my steps tottered, but I was 
determined at once to play by myself the last act I had 
seen, and which required no partner.

I arrived in my room in a state of madness, threw my 
hat on the floor, shut and double locked the door, and 
put myself on the bed. I turned up my clothes to the 
waist, and, recollecting to the minutest details what 
Bertha had done with her hand, I placed mine between my 
legs. Some essays were at first fruitless, but I found 
at length the point I searched for. The rest was easy; 
I had too well observed to deceive myself. A delicious 
sensation seized me; I continued with fury, and soon 
fell into such an ecstasy that I lost consciousness. 
When I came to myself I was in the same position, my 
hand all moistened by an unknown dew.

I sat up quite confused, and it was a long time before 
I entirely came to myself. It was nearly the hour of 
dejeuner, so I made haste to dress and went down.

My aunt was already in the salon with my grandmother. I 
looked at her on entering; she was beautiful and fresh, 
her colour in repose, her eyes brilliant, so that one 
would have sworn she had just risen from an excellent 
morning's sleep, her toilette, in exquisite and simple 
taste, set off her charming figure. As to me I cast 
down my eyes and felt myself blush.

My grandmother noticed my agitation and told me so. I 
replied that I had overslept myself, and contrary to 
habit had not taken my morning walk.

My aunt embraced me, and talking of one thing and 
another I recovered myself completely.

Monsieur B. came soon, and telling us of an excursion 
to a neighbouring village, we sat down to table.

I took care, without being seen, to notice everything 
which passed between Monsieur B. and my aunt. I must 
acknowledge I was disappointed and greatly surprised. 
Not a look to show there was anything whatever between 
them.

About the middle of the repast my aunt carelessly 
remarked to my grandmother —"Dear, good mother, I was 
so forgetful on leaving Paris that I have forgotten 
several indispensable necessaries. Have I your 
permission to send my femme de chamhre tomorrow to 
fetch them? Do not put anyone out. I am used to attend 
to myself, and it will only be a short absence."

The day passed quietly, Monsieur B. took a long ride on 
horseback; we went and sat by the piece of water, 
amusing ourselves by needlework; some neighbours came 
to visit my grandmother, and she kept them to dinner.

In the evening we had music, and I sang a duet with my 
aunt. Although already a good musician, and having a 
fine voice, I was not equal to my aunt, who gave me 
some excellent lessons in taste and feeling.

Monsieur B. played whist with my grandmother, and was 
completely reserved.

I retired about eleven o'clock, and impatient to be 
alone with my thoughts, so I went to bed quickly and 
dismissed my femme de chambre. I had no doubt that the 
next evening would be the time for a serious meeting 
between Monsieur B. and my aunt. I burned to assist at 
the delicious scenes which would be enacted. I must 
find out how to be there.

Knowing all the ways of the house, I thought over the 
plan of my aunt's apartment. It was situated on the 
second floor, the same as mine, but at the opposite 
extremity. A corridor gave communication to all the 
rooms on this floor; Monsieur B. was also lodged on the 
same flight, in a turning off the principal corridor.

My aunt had at her disposition a little room in which a 
bed was made up for her femme de chambre, a beautiful 
bedroom and a dressing room. I recollected that this 
cabinet, which occupied about one-third of the side of 
the room, used to be contiguous to an alcove, now 
closed by a strong partition, I also remembered a small 
hole in the upper part of the alcove, only stopped up 
by a small and very indifferent oil painting of a 
pastoral scene.

A door in an unoccupied room gave access to this kind 
of dark closet.

It was on these recollections I arranged my plan, then 
went to sleep, full of resolution and hope for the 
following day. Mdlle. Julie started for Paris, as it 
had been arranged.

Monsieur B. and my aunt were more reserved than ever. 
However, I found out what I wanted to know as the day 
wore on.

After dinner Monsieur B. leaned negligently on the 
mantelpiece, pretending to admire the pendulum of a 
superb ormolu clock; he placed his finger for a moment 
on the figure XI, then on the figure VI; it was easy to 
understand that he intended to say half-past eleven. My 
aunt responded by a slight movement of her eyes. I knew 
then all I wanted, it only remained then to make my 
preparations.

When we were seated in the garden Monsieur B. offered 
to read to us, which was accepted.

I soon slipped away under some pretext, and, sure of 
being unobserved on the second floor, went to the 
little door of the dark closet, of which I have spoken.

Everything was in the same state as I have described, 
but a ladder was necessary, and I knew that there was 
one to be found in a passage near a linen cupboard. The 
pair of steps was very heavy, but the burning fire of 
curiosity that animated my movements doubled my 
strength. I dragged it into the alcove, found the hole 
and the canvas that was stretched in front of it, and 
with a pair of scissors I cut a small piece out of the 
picture. To my satisfaction, I found I could thus have 
a good view of the entire room, and above all —of the 
bed. I came downstairs quickly, shut the door, took the 
key, and returned to the garden. Everything had been 
executed so quickly that no one had noticed the strange 
fact of my absence. The whole of the day and the 
evening seemed to me to be mortally long.

At last, about half-past ten, my grandmother retired to 
rest, and we all followed suit. Monsieur B. wished us 
good night, and went off to his room; my aunt remained 
with me for an instant and saw me safely into my bed 
chamber. I kissed her and said "good evening."

I undressed without delay, and dismissed the maid. Then 
I drew on my stockings again, put on a pair of velvet 
slippers and a dressing-gown of dark colour, and 
waited.

At about a quarter after eleven, I slid like a shadow 
into the corridor; reached the little door without 
interruption, opened it, and locked myself in, 
noiselessly and without difficulty, and then I mounted 
my ladder, settled myself down as comfortably as 
possible, and looked through my peep hole. My success 
was complete, as I could see distinctly. The clean 
white bed seemed like an altar decked out for a 
sacrifice; a lamp placed on the night-table inundated 
the brilliant linen with an intense flood of light. 
Bertha was in the adjoining room, where I heard her 
performing her ablutions. They took some time, and were 
apparently of varied kinds, if I judge by the sound of 
a certain instrument that made a noise as if of 
clockwork being wound up.

She came back into the room at last, with nothing on 
but her dressing-gown, and going to the bed turned it 
down, arranged the pillows, and placed the lamp so as 
to throw a still greater light upon it. Then she took a 
delicate cambric chemise, trimmed with lace, and 
advancing towards the full-length mirror of the 
wardrobe, looked in the glass for a minute or two, and 
by a graceful movement of her shoulders let slip the 
chemise she had on, which arrested in its downward 
course for a second by the swelling of her hips, soon 
fell twisted at her feet. She had already put off her 
gown, and now appeared completely naked before my 
startled eyes.

No one could dream of anything finer! Her breasts, firm 
and high, stuck out boldly, and were surmounted by two 
strawberry nipples of a bright rose-pink; the fall of 
her back and her backside were both admirable.

At the bottom of her white and polished belly, her 
luxurious ebony fleece, the length and thickness of 
which constituted a true rarity, could be plainly seen. 
The contrast of this enormous black spot upon a body so 
white gave to Bertha a peculiar appearance of strange 
voluptuousness.

She drew her lace shift over her head, put on her 
dressing-gown again, loosely tying her girdle, and then 
walked into her parlour, holding the door ajar. A 
moment afterwards, I heard cautious footsteps, the door 
was shut to and double locked, and Bertha and Monsieur 
B. appeared in the bedroom. He had slippers on his 
naked feet, and was dressed in a summer smoking jacket, 
under which was only his shirt. Bertha made him sit 
upon a sofa, and she took her place on his left knee. 
Their mouths met in a lingering kiss, and then they 
spoke of their marriage, retarded by some obstacle that 
Monsieur B. could soon overcome.

"My dear angel," said he, "how I thank you for having 
had sufficient confidence in me, so as not to have made 
me languish and wait for your precious favours! You 
lavish them on your true spouse, who will reward you by 
his everlasting love."

As he spoke he opened the top of Bertha's dressing-
gown, and alternately kissed the two pure globes, while 
my aunt, reclining backwards, shuddered beneath the 
caresses that seemingly caused her to shiver 
voluptuously in every vein.

Alfred, profiting by this movement, once more opened 
the gown, but this time at the bottom, and lifting up 
her chemise toyed a moment with the lovely black hairs, 
of which he appeared dotingly fond. Then, slightly 
opening the nook they were hiding, I noticed his finger 
slip upwards a little, and renew the playful friction 
that I had seen my aunt practice herself, and the 
imitation of which had procured for me such great 
enjoyment.

As for Bertha, she had seized upon and displayed the 
splendid member, and I could not take my eyes off it. 
It appeared to me to be longer and bigger than the 
first time I had seen it. It was fully eight or nine 
inches long, and as big round as my wrist.

My aunt opened her thighs, and therefore stretched her 
slit, which did not appear longer than my little 
finger. How is it possible, said I to myself, that an 
instrument of that size can penetrate entirely into 
such a little place? I concluded that my aunt, by the 
position she was in the first time, had doubtless 
received that great machine not in her body, but 
between her thighs, and that it must have been its 
rubbing against her that had rendered her so happy. My 
error was soon rectified, as during my reflections the 
two lovers had continued their sweet clicketing in 
silence.

"Ah!" said Bertha; "My husband! My darling! Go on... 
Ah! I am so happy! How lovely Mimi is! Oh, how I shall 
spend! It's coming now! Do it a little longer! Ah! I 
die!"

A long and silent pause, while Bertha seemed quite 
overcome; her form thrown back, her head hidden on her 
sweetheart's shoulder, her glorious thighs still wide 
apart. Monsieur B. gazed at her intently, ravished at 
the sight.

"Come, now, come," cried Bertha, rising; "come and put 
it into me. I must have it all. I want it all! Come, I 
am on fire. I burn, Mimi, so quick, flood me with your 
bounteous liquour." Bertha threw off her dressing-gown, 
and stretched herself upon the bed. Alfred did the 
same, but, before putting himself near Bertha, he 
lifted his shirt and rolled it under his armpits. How 
beautiful he was, built like Hercules and Apollo; his 
proud instrument stood up stiffly growing out of a 
thick bush that showed it off splendidly, as he got 
upon the bed.

Bertha was lying on her back, her legs parted and 
lifted a little. Alfred got between, on his knees, and 
lifted his darling's chemise right up to her neck, thus 
exposing her naked form to my gaze. I expected to see 
her get up and turn her backside to her lover as 
before, as I thought that was the only way it could be 
done, but to my great astonishment I found it was not 
so. Monsieur B. stretched himself upon her; Bertha 
lifted her legs and crossed them on his back, in such a 
manner that nothing escaped me. 

I could distinctly see Bertha's hand capture the 
instrument, and direct its head to the centre of the 
little slit that opened to receive it. Monsieur B. gave 
a vigorous stroke of the loins, to which Bertha 
answered, and at least half of the machine penetrated 
into the little hole, which dilated and began to engulf 
it, A few more movements completed the insertion, and I 
saw their two growths of hair mingled together. At last 
I knew all about it. Now there was nothing but 
movements, sighs, inarticulate words, and maddening 
shivers.

"Let me have it all... Ah! how fine it is... Go 
gently... Let us spend slowly... Hold me tight."

"My sweet darling! Lift up your thighs, so that it can 
get right in... There! Do you feel it? Ah! how 
delightful!"

"I die! Are you ready? My Alfred; I'm going to spend... 
I... I... make haste!"

"I'm ready... It's coming... There, it comes... Spend 
now... I'm spending... Ah! I've come!"

Both remained quite quiet for a moment, then Alfred 
rose and I saw the dear affair as before, coming out 
little, red, and dropping a tear.

Bertha remained a little longer without giving signs of 
life, but she got up at last, and after smothering 
Alfred with kisses went for an instant into her 
dressing-room.

I thought it was all over, and began to arrange my 
retreat, but a secret presentiment made me stop.

Bertha went to bed again, embraced her lover in her 
arms, and they engaged in sweet conversation.

"I have been so happy, dear! It is so much better when 
we are quite at our ease, and you do it so well." "My 
darling, there is not a more perfect woman than you in 
the whole world! I want to eat you up bodily!"

And, once more pushing up Bertha's chemise, Alfred 
covered with kisses the whole of the beautiful body 
that trembled beneath his caresses, and when he arrived 
at the centre of bliss, he opened it, bit it gently, 
and kissed it passionately.

"Stop, dear," said Bertha, "stop! You will fatigue 
yourself. Rest, rest!"

"No, darling, look! See he once more asks permission to 
go into his little companion. You won't refuse him?"

"Let me see, M. Mimi! So you've come back to your 
splendid state? Yes, you are handsome? Well, well; I'll 
put you in prison once more. There, place yourself like 
that, and don't move!"

"What are you going to do?"

"You know, dear, how I like a change. Remain on your 
back, and I'll do it to you!"

So saying, my aunt straddled over Alfred, and taking 
Mimi in her hand, plunged it into her, up to the hilt, 
then gently moving she pushed on, stooping a little, 
and remained thus spitted by the enormous spindle. She 
teased Alfred, blew him kisses and showed him her 
adorable titties, smiling and pouting at him all the 
time.

"Tis I who have you now," she said; "you are my little 
wife. See how well I do it!"

After a few instants of this dalliance, it was easy to 
see that the supreme moment was reached. She fell upon 
her lover, who received her in his arms, and pressed 
her to him, as he took hold of the white cheeks of her 
bottom one in each hand. Pleasure seized them together, 
then Bertha left his embrace and again lazily stretched 
herself at her lover's side. It was late. I was crushed 
with fatigue, emotion, and the cramped position I 
occupied, yet I would not go before I knew if the 
amorous couple meant to arrange another appointment. I 
had the satisfaction to hear them fix a rendezvous for 
the next evening at the same hour.

I regained my room and went to bed tired out, but I 
slept soundly. I woke about seven o'clock perfectly 
refreshed. I conned over carefully in my mind all I had 
seen and heard the day before; my imagination became 
inflamed, my bosom panted, an active fire coursed 
through my veins. Mechanically, I took up a position on 
my back, as I had seen my aunt do; then I drew up my 
chemise, as Monsieur B. had done to her. I 
alternatively touched each breast, and the nipples 
swelled up, then feeling my body I reached the delicate 
spot, and rummaged there with great curiosity. 

It seemed to me that a slight change had taken place. 
The lips of the little nook were plumper; I sought the 
place that in my aunt's case had greedily swallowed up 
the monstrous machine, but I only found a little hole 
that my finger could not penetrate without pain. I 
pushed up my finger a little, when an indescribable 
sensation invaded my entire being. I rubbed softly 
first, then quicker, afterwards slower, and again with 
more activity as I repeated my aunt's words —"I 
spend... Ah! I'm coming... I come... Ah!"

At length a nervous spasm overtook me. I felt 
transported with immense pleasure that I could fully 
appreciate, as I did not faint away this time. When I 
had gathered my scattered senses, I drew away my wet 
hand, and rising dressed myself and went downstairs, 
fresh and happy at having enjoyed such a sweet 
morning's diversion.

I shall not speak of the events of the day, which was 
an uninteresting one, as I am in haste to come to the 
scene of the evening. I took the same precautions, and 
had safely reached my observatory when Bertha and her 
lover met once more. The preliminaries were much about 
the same, but instead of going to bed afterwards, 
Bertha said: "I have a whim, dear. Let us do it like 
the other morning in the closet. We are more 
comfortable here, and it will be nicer still!"

With these words she divested herself of her gown, 
pulled up her shift behind, and placing a big cushion 
in front of the mirror of the wardrobe, she knelt upon 
it, her head and arms much lower than her buttocks, 
which, thrown out and developed by this ravishing 
position, presented the path of pleasure well in view 
and largely open.

Alfred, far from idle, had made his preparations. He 
had taken off his jacket and placed the lamp on the 
floor, so as to light up perfectly the delicious 
picture that the looking glass reflected in every 
detail. Then he placed himself behind her, and began to 
get into her.

"Oh, you can see too much of me!" said my aunt. "How 
can I see too much of such beauties? Look in the 
glass!"

"Oh, no; it's too bad! Ah! It's going into me! Stop a 
little... What a fine fellow you are!"

"My adored one, how lovely you are! What admirable 
hips! What an adorable —ARSE!"

"Oh! Alfred! What is that naughty word?" 

"Don't be frightened, darling; lovers can say anything. 
Those words, out of place in colder moments, add fresh 
relish to the sweet mystery of love? You will soon say 
them too, and understand their charm."

While he spoke he continued his movements. Bertha, in 
silent enjoyment, said naught, but devoured with eager 
eyes the scene in the glass. I was stupefied to hear 
her say to him a minute later: "Do you love it so very 
much?"

"What?"

"Why... my..."

"Your what?"

"Well... my... arse!"

"Ah, Bertha, how sweet you are to me. Oh, yes; I love 
it. Your beautiful arse. I adore it!"

"Feel it then. It's yours —yours alone. My arse — arse 
— arse. Oh... my... arse, my arse!"

As she concluded her broken utterances, she let herself 
go till she reached complete enjoyment. Alfred, who was 
rapidly arriving at the height of sovereign pleasure, 
reached the desired goal with her, and fell upon her 
completely overcome. Their interview went no further 
than that delicious encounter; they could not fix a 
fresh meeting as they feared the return of the maid, 
but they arranged certain signals, and, if the worst 
should come to the worst, they made up their minds to 
fall back upon the "pavilion" in the park. I went to my 
room. 

*

Julie returned the next day, so that the nocturnal 
assignations were put a stop to, but I sought to 
discover the signs that were to have been exchanged 
between the lovers, and much to my disappointment 
discovered nothing. Four days went by in like manner. I 
was vexed, and had once again renewed my morning walks, 
directing my steps always to the closet in the grounds.

In the afternoon of the fourth day, I had gone into the 
pavilion to do an occasion, when I was surprised to 
find there a garden chair, that had evidently been 
brought from the lawn. I concluded therefore - and 
rightly too - that something would take place the next 
day, and I was at my post long before the arrival of 
the actors in the drama of love. They approached with 
caution, one after the other, and shut themselves in. 
Bertha sat upon the chair, saying: "Indeed you did well 
to think of this piece of furniture, my attitude of the 
other day was very disagreeable. But what are you doing 
on your knees?"

"You know I must say 'how d'ye do' to my little 
companion."

"Very well then; give him a kiss quickly, and let us do 
it. It is late. You shall sit on the chair, and I'll 
ride upon you!"

Effectively, Monsieur B. undid his trousers, and sat 
upon the chair. Bertha pulled up all her petticoats and 
got on top of her lover. She then seized his vigorous 
implement, and commenced the introduction, by pushing 
down her bottom as it slowly entered. I was so placed 
that I could enjoy the sight from behind, and 
consequently could not miss the slightest detail. The 
enormous tool soon disappeared completely. Bertha 
lifted up her legs, placed her heels on the bars of the 
chair, and began to rise and fall in turn.

The accustomed sighs and words rose to their lips; 
their souls melted in mutual enjoyment. I had intended, 
this time, not to rest content with the part of simple 
spectator. I had arranged in consequence and chose the 
most comfortable possible position under the 
circumstances.

I began to do it to myself at the precise moment that 
Bertha introduced M. Mimi, and then, regulating my 
movements with theirs, operating slowly or quickly, I 
spent at the same moment as they did, and my sighs of 
pleasure mingled with those of the happy couple.

When all was over, Bertha quitted her post, and during 
her movement I saw M. Mimi's head drop out of its 
retreat, and a large quantity of that liquid, the cause 
of which I as yet ignored, trickled along her thighs 
and fell to the ground. The lovers readjusted their 
dress.

Monsieur B. communicated to Bertha two letters that he 
had just received. The principal bar to their marriage 
existed no longer. It was agreed that in three days 
time Monsieur B. should make the official demand for 
her hand, and should then leave to make all requisite 
preparation. They further arranged to meet at the 
pavilion for the last time two days later, in the 
morning. I went away, sadly, to the house. I was to 
fall back once more into the dead calm of my life, but 
still the hope of being soon married and tasting in my 
turn the divine pleasures I had witnessed, sustained my 
spirits.

On the third day I was in my hiding place; Monsieur B. 
came first, and Bertha a minute later. There seemed a 
slight cloud on her beautiful countenance, nevertheless 
she threw herself into her lover's arms, and he, after 
a few caresses, tried to put his hand up her clothes, 
but she prevented him. "No, no, dear; today is 
impossible! I am sorry, I assure you, but you know, 
there are obstacles in the way. We must put it off till 
you return."

"How unlucky for me."

"And how about me?"

"See; take hold of him. Look how he wants it!"

Monsieur B. drew his splendid instrument out of his 
trousers. Bertha handled it, saying: "No, no; not 
without me!" "But I entreat you!"

"You will have it? Well, I must not be selfish; but I 
assure you that I am grieved to see such good stuff 
wasted. Come along, M. Mimi, but you must not get into 
the habit of doing it without your companion."

With these words, Bertha had turned up the sleeve of 
her dressing-gown, Monsieur B. had dropped his 
trousers, and lifted the tail of his shirt, as he stood 
up.

"No," said Bertha, "take your trousers right off, since 
I am to have nothing, I will at least enjoy a good 
view."

Alfred did as she desired and gave himself up to her. 
She placed herself a little behind him, put her left 
arm round her lover's waist, and with the right began a 
soft movement of the wrist that seemed to procure 
extraordinary pleasure to Monsieur B., as she uncovered 
and covered by turns the head of Mimi.

"Ah! how finely you do it!" said he. "Gently, my angel. 
Uncover him well. Now, quicker... stop! go on again! 
Ah! I feel it coming! quicker... I... I spend... I 
come!"

He gave two or three strokes of the loins, and Bertha, 
who had carefully followed his instructions, pressed 
the instrument higher in her hand, when, to my great 
stupefaction, I saw a jet of white liquid spring out in 
jets and fall full three paces off, the emission 
seeming to drive Monsieur B. mad with joy.

After a few moments Bertha wiped the implement herself 
with her embroidered handkerchief, and put it back, 
saying:

"You are a naughty boy to have spent without me. I owe 
you a grudge for this, and you shall pay for it at the 
first opportunity."

I let them both go away, and when they were far off I 
entered the pavilion, and closely examined the fresh 
traces of the ejaculation I had witnessed. The sight 
inflamed my imagination, I pulled up my clothes and got 
astride the chair, placing my hand on the seat, the 
middle finger upraised. I pressed myself down upon it, 
found the little orifice, and imitating Bertha's 
movements, as I stretched myself as widely apart as 
possible, and working my bottom up and down, I imagined 
I was taking in the coveted instrument.

A lively sense of pain did not stop me; I redoubled my 
efforts and got in nearly half of my finger.

Then I repeated Bertha's words: "I'm coming... I 
come... my arse!" till the spasm seized me, and I 
twisted my body about in an agony of pleasure.

My hand and the chair bore marks of my enjoyment; I 
hastily effaced all, and returned to the house.

In the course of the day Monsieur B. had an interview 
with grandmother, and formally asked for my aunt's 
hand. All was arranged, and he left for Paris to press 
on with the preliminaries. It was decided that Bertha 
should remain with us for a few days. I was to assist 
at her marriage as bridesmaid, so she took me away with 
her.

The ceremony was celebrated with pomp, and, for the 
first time in my life, I figured at a grand ball, where 
I may say without vanity that I met with true success. 
I should have liked to have been present when bride and 
bridegroom were put to bed, but my observatory was far 
away, and I had to put up with solitary association in 
their pleasures.

Three days afterwards Monsieur B. took me back to my 
grandmother's, and went off to Italy with his wife.


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PART II

Behold me once more back on the monotony and dullness 
of my early life, with my senses now quickened, and the 
knowledge of pleasures, that my temperament required 
perhaps much more than many women. I dreamed of nothing 
but marriage, and Monsieur B. was my beau ideal of a 
husband. I often made a visit to the pavilion in the 
park, as it contained ineffaceable recollections, and I 
had left there the chair, which often became the throne 
of solitary pleasure. This means of relief was not only 
necessary, but I may say indispensable, as true raging 
fits of love would sometimes come over me, my eyes grew 
dim, there was a ringing in my ears, my legs tottered 
beneath me, and simply by pressing my thighs together I 
could feel that charming part that makes us true women 
get wet and palpitating.

In those moments, no resistance was possible, I was 
obliged to give way! My finger was my master; when I 
spent fully once, I experienced a wholesome calm, and a 
delicious languor overwhelmed me. I am convinced that 
without this practice I should have fallen dangerously 
ill; happily I did not do it too often, and it was 
really salutary for me. Thus I attained my eighteenth 
year. I was truly beautiful, and I will here trace my 
portrait, without any shift, and it shall be an exact 
resemblance, without false shame or ridiculous self-
praise. 

My stature was a little above medium height; my hair 
was abundant, and of a fine, dark-chestnut colour. My 
eyes, with long lashes, were hazel, brilliant, and 
swimming with voluptuous moisture. My mouth, rather 
large and very sensual, was furnished with fine teeth; 
a black mole, on the right side of my upper lip, gave 
piquancy to my physiognomy. I had an admirable bust, 
the breasts apart, firm and well placed; my figure was 
neat and supple with voluminous buttocks that were 
perfectly handsome; and the mount of Venus, very much 
pronounced, protected a nook that it appears was a rare 
and pure pattern, both in form and exceptional 
voluptuous quality. 

Without possessing the rare bush of my aunt, I was well 
provided in that way, and by a singular peculiarity the 
pretty fur continued much lower down, by a silky growth 
of short moss, that shadowed with its dark line the 
furrow separating the neighbouring twin globes. How 
often, dear F., have you not placed me so as to enjoy 
that view! What caresses! How many kisses? But let me 
not anticipate.

Let me add, to finish the picture, that my hands were 
handsome though rather large, and my feet were small 
and arched. With the feelings that devoured my being, 
was I not a morsel for a king?

My grandmother felt her end approaching, and fearing 
for my future tried to get me a husband without letting 
me know; an old friend of hers made her a proposition 
one day that seemed to suit her hopes and my dearest 
wishes.

M. de C. was introduced to us. He was twenty-eight 
years old, of medium stature, very genteel in manner, 
with a graceful bearing and regular features. His 
family was a good one, and his fortune satisfactory. He 
did not present such a manly appearance as Monsieur B., 
but as he was he pleased me, and I secretly gave him my 
heart from the first moment. As for him, he was dazzled 
by my beauty, and his mind was made up directly he saw 
me, so that we were all agreed, and the marriage being 
decided, we were united two months afterwards. We 
resolved to pass a short time with granny, and then 
depart for Z —, where my husband occupied a post as----
--. 

Bertha came to assist at my wedding with her husband, 
she was as pretty as ever, and quite as happy. I told 
her my little secrets, and how I felt inclined to love 
my husband with all my heart and soul. A single thing 
vexed me, and that was that I found him rather cold and 
reserved, although always affectionate and gallant. 
Bertha burst out laughing, and assured me that all 
would soon change.

The important day arrived; she acted as my mother, and 
dressed me herself. I felt the day get shorter and 
shorter with unspeakable desire and fear. The act that 
I was about to accomplish, although well-known to me in 
theory, filled me with terrible apprehension.

The evening came to an end at last, and Bertha led me 
to the nuptial chamber. It was her room, and on the bed 
where I had seen her so bountifully treated I was to be 
made a woman. Bertha put me to bed, and sat by my side 
to instruct me with what in her idea I was profoundly 
ignorant of. She went through her lesson with tact, but 
left nothing unexplained, kissed me, recommended 
obedience, and went away. A minute afterwards M. de C. 
came in, clothed only in a dressing-gown. He drew near 
to me, kissed me heartily, said some very affectionate 
things, took off his garment, and got into bed.

Charles, for that was his name, pressed me in his arms; 
the contact of his naked flesh against mine made me 
jump! He kissed me softly, telling me to fear not, and 
drew still closer. I trembled all over, I dare not 
speak, and yet I desired to. He whispered: "Would you 
like to have a little baby?" and at the same time his 
right knee insinuated itself between my thighs, so as 
to separate them. I resisted at first, then little by 
little I gave way, and soon Charles was on top of me, 
and I felt the point of the much-coveted object.

This first contact acted upon me like a spark upon gun-
powder. All the warmth of my being was concentrated in 
the besieged nook — I almost spent! Charles was 
awkward, he was either too high or too low. I dare not 
move, I could not help him! I was panting, and on fire! 
At last I felt him in the right place —he pushed on 
vigorously; I felt a sharp pain, started violently, and 
drew back, on the point of shrieking.

Charles, bewildered, asked my pardon, supplicated me to 
have a little courage, and took up his post once more. 
I remained still, and was even artful enough to creep 
into a better position, decided to suffer everything. 
He pushed again, and the pain came back, I resisted it, 
and shoved my body up to meet the blows, so as to 
finish quicker. It seemed to me that Charles did not 
act very vigorously, and that there was a great 
difference in size between the instrument that 
perforated me and that of Monsieur B., and, moreover, 
he did not speak, he did not utter one of the words I 
had heard, which I believed were part and parcel of the 
operation.

Charles, at last, seemed to gather a little strength, 
he gave a solid stroke of the loins, I did the same, 
stiffening my body; the pain was so great that I cried 
out, but I had the satisfaction to feel myself 
penetrated, for the whole instrument was sheathed 
within me! My husband continued his backward and 
forward movement a moment, then shivered, sighed 
several times, and stopped short. I felt a hot liquid 
inundate me and diminish the smarting to a slight 
degree.

Charles got off and lay down by my side, visibly 
fatigued. In spite of my desires and my imagination, I 
had felt no pleasure. That did not astonish me, as I 
had been taught so by Bertha. Charles kissed me, and 
wishing me good night turned his back, and fell asleep. 

I was very much surprised and quite embarrassed. I 
fully expected we should begin again, and in spite of 
the pain was quite ready to do so. At last I resigned 
myself to the inevitable, and slumbered too.

*

I awoke the next morning very late — I was alone. On 
hearing the sudden movement I made in sitting up 
Charles came out of the neighbouring room and 
approached me. He was completely dressed already, and 
he kissed me on the forehead, uttered a few kind words, 
and asked me if I had slept well; but all this was cold 
and distant. My heart, ready to spring towards him, 
stopped in its flight; it seemed to me that he should 
have waited until I awoke, to take me in his arms, and 
speak of love and happiness, and then recommence the 
caresses of the night. 

I could guess that I should have answered his 
transports, and that no fear of pain would have 
prevented me receiving him again! At length a doubt for 
my future flashed across me, this was not what I had 
dreamed! Charles went out, saying that he left me to 
dress, but I had no thought of toilette, and I busied 
myself in sad thoughts. A well-known loveable voice 
called me, and Bertha ran to embrace me.

I put my arms round her neck, held her tightly, and 
began to cry.

"Gracious me! What is the matter, dear child?" she 
said.

I should not have known how to answer her, as I had no 
complaint to make, I only felt that I was not loved as 
I had hoped to be, and that my ardent furnace would 
never be able to burn freely.

Bertha thought that I was simply hysterical, and calmed 
me by gentle joking.

My natural gaiety soon got the upper hand; I rose and 
took a bath that my maid had already prepared.

The day passed slowly, everybody was happy around me; 
my husband seemed enchanted, he was as tender and 
gallant as his nature would permit. I was pleased with 
him, and timidly responded to his distant caresses. 
Night came; he led me away at an early hour, and we 
went to bed. Less timid than the night before, he took 
me in his arms, said that he loved me, and kissed me 
tenderly. I made bold enough to tell him that I also 
loved him, and gave him a kiss that electrified him. 
Already I felt on my naked thigh something hard that 
promised much.

As on the preceding evening he placed his lips to my 
ear, and said: "Shall we do like last night?"

I could not answer, but I could not help opening my 
thighs, and lifting my nightgown in secret, he got over 
me, and I held him fast in my embrace, waiting and 
impatiently desiring the supreme moment.

I soon felt the head of his instrument. A shivering fit 
seized me, during which I took care to introduce it as 
far in as possible. I still felt a tolerably severe 
pain, but that did not stop me; the happy fire that 
circulated through my veins made me support all. 
Already I felt the advance symptoms of enjoyment. I 
tried all I could not to speak; I wanted to cry out, 
and tell all I felt. I now perfectly understood my 
aunt's words, but the silence of Charles, who seemed 
wrapped up in himself, prevented me giving vent to my 
feelings.

He continued his movements, and kissed me, but he did 
not seem beside himself, as I should have wished. I 
could not resist the impulse to push up my bottom, and 
cry out! Then I remained perfectly still... I was 
spending... so that I almost lost my senses.

Charles stopped for a second, and seemed astonished at 
my transports. I curbed myself, and he still pursued 
his career... what more can I say?

He was a long while performing his sweet duty, and I 
poured out the sweet dew four times! At last I felt him 
shudder and sigh, and a fiery, flaming jet inundated my 
entrails.

We both remained quiet. I, exalted, in a fever, but 
ready to begin again; he, broken down, and only 
requiring rest. So we fell asleep.

*

Next morning, on awakening, I found myself once more 
alone. I was not sorry, and my brain recapitulated the 
scene of the night, till I felt a curiosity that 
impelled me to examine my body. I sat up on the 
pillows, my legs well apart, and with my hands opened 
the lips of my crack. I found a great change; the 
interior was much more rosy, the opening was made, and 
my entire finger easily plunged within. This 
examination amused me, and would have produced certain 
consequences, but a discreet rap at my door made me 
cover myself up hastily, and take a natural position in 
the bed.

'Twas Bertha, who found me fresh and gay, and who 
smiled as she kissed me. We gossiped like sisters as I 
dressed. I was a real woman now, and my pretty aunt 
treated me as one. She drew certain secrets from me 
that seemed to interest her greatly and questioning me, 
I told her what took place. She seemed much surprised 
when I said that I had felt great pleasure four times, 
while Charles had only done it to me once. Evidently 
the slight amount of my husband's virile strength, 
compared to the vigour of hers, surprised her greatly.

The day passed away, and, as my husband was a great 
sportsman, he went out shooting. I took a walk with 
Bertha. We all met at dinner, and passed the evening 
with a little music.

Night arrived, but how different from the two preceding 
ones; Charles popped an ugly silk handkerchief on his 
head, chatted about our early departure, about our new 
house, &c. but never a word about love, not even a 
caress; he embraced me coldly, and slept.

*

I awoke on the morrow before he did, and a terrible 
longing seized me to look at the instrument that I had 
only felt twice, and which did not much resemble 
Monsieur B.'s in size or strength. I was favoured by 
circumstances. It was warm, and Charles had thrown off 
the sheet, that only just hid the particular part. 
Luckily, his shirt had been pulled up;

I had only to draw down the sheet a little, with 
infinite prudence, and I caught sight of the sad tool 
which was to be my only consolation.

What a difference, indeed, to that of Monsieur B.! 
Small, wrinkled, and in a shrivelled skin, one could 
hardly guess at the presence of its limp head, that 
reposed on his thigh. Henceforward, I believe, my 
destiny was fixed.

Charles stirred, I made haste to turn round and 
pretended to sleep, and he left the bed first, as was 
his habit.

The limit fixed for our sojourn at granny's house drew 
near. I was far from being unhappy, as my husband was 
good to me and loved me as heartily as his cold nature 
allowed him. He was proud of my beauty and refused me 
nothing, but all this did not suffice. It was not what 
I had so much desired —namely, a voluptuous, 
lascivious, ardent love, for which I would have 
sacrificed everything, for which I was capable of real 
devotion! I could see lay out before me, a gentle 
monotonous life, probably without the birth of a child, 
but too difficult to support for a temperament like 
mine.

Charles did it to me once or twice a week, and always 
in the same despairing reserved style. He only kissed 
my cheeks or my forehead, my young firm breasts 
received no caresses, his hand seemed to flee that 
charming place that would have so gladly welcomed its 
touch. I too felt that I dare not try to feel him, as 
instinctively I knew he would have repulsed me. We had 
already been married two years, I was twenty! My 
temperament now in full blast had increased in passion, 
instead of growing calmer! My husband did it less and 
less, and as I feared I had no child, and a baby would 
have changed my one fixed idea.

My grandmother had been dead a year. We dwelt in the 
town of Z —, where my husband occupied an exalted 
position that obliged him to be frequently absent, and 
these little journeys suited his taste for hunting and 
shooting. Therefore I was often alone, and in spite of 
music, that I continued to love and successfully 
cultivate, my brain was always at work, my excited 
senses continually pictured scenes of delirious love. 
What fearful nights I used to pass alone, writhing 
between the sheets in lascivious positions that I 
instinctively invented!

My finger was powerless to satisfy me now. I would take 
my bolster, and embrace it with twisted legs and 
twining arms, as if it could realize my desires. I 
would rub against it and reach a degree of comparative 
spending enjoyment that drove me still madder. I would 
change my position, and get astride on it, rubbing 
myself, till the sluices of pleasure, swollen to the 
uttermost by this stimulant, burst open, and procured 
me some relief.

These nervous fits brought on hallucinations, that 
manifested themselves by an inconceivable state of 
hysteria. My calm and gay temper became unequal and 
capricious. I resisted as well as I could, but at last 
I avowed myself vanquished, and fell! Was I very, very 
guilty?

I was very friendly with Madame D., wife of the 
principal magistrate of the town, a slight blonde, who 
may have been pretty once, but who was already 
beginning to fade, and I think that she had had many 
intrigues when young.

One day, when visiting her, she informed me that 
Monsieur F. had come to take command of the garrison. 
He was a young officer, who had been much talked about. 
He had fought with rare courage on the battlefield, and 
had rapidly earned the epaulettes of lieutenant 
colonel. He was about thirty-six and unmarried.

Madame D. told us that she had invited him to dinner 
and my husband and myself were to meet him. Was it a 
presentiment? I know not, but I returned home quite 
pensive, and slightly jealous of Madame D.

I must confess, I got ready what I thought was a most 
ravishing dress, and three days afterwards the dinner 
came off. We entered the drawing room, Monsieur F. was 
already there. In a moment, I had examined him. He was 
tall, vigorous, and well-built, his countenance frank 
and open, and his manner well-bred. He was introduced 
and his sweet persuasive voice charmed me. My heart 
grew cold, and then all the blood in my veins rushed to 
my face. Oh! I was a captive caught in the toils at 
last, and 1 did not even seek to combat the influence 
that invaded my soul.

The dinner was served and it turned out a very gay one; 
Monsieur F. was able to show his brilliant and 
cultivated wit. He sat at Madame D.'s right hand... I 
could have killed her!

After dinner, he approached me, asked to be allowed to 
pay me a visit, and talked to my husband, whom he 
pleased vastly. Madame D. sat down at the piano and 
played a lively waltz; Monsieur D. said that I was a 
good partner and asked me to take a turn with him, but 
he was old and soon fatigued, so Monsieur F. offered to 
take his place.

As I felt his arm encircle my waist I was taken with a 
nervous tremor that evidently did not escape him. I 
gave myself up to the charm of the hour. Monsieur F. 
boldly profited by the embrace in which he held me, in 
spite of the spectators. As he turned a corner of the 
drawing room, he was able to press me so tightly to him 
that I felt for a second against my belly a certain 
object so hard and stiff, that I was nearly fainted.

That waltz was the signal of my defeat!

The happy evening was too soon over. Once more at home. 
I undressed quickly, and pretending fatigue said good 
night to my husband, jumped into bed, not to sleep, but 
to dream. I was placed on my left side, my bottom 
turned to Charles; a caprice seized him; I felt him 
softly lift my linen, and then, pressing against me, he 
tried to get into me from behind. I was vexed at first, 
but, my temperament overpowering me, I gave way to his 
designs, but he could not manage it, and he did not get 
in.

I lost all patience, and rapidly threw off the sheet by 
a sudden movement, I passed my hand behind me, seized 
the dart, which was useless without a guide, and 
stuffed it into my body to the last inch. I was 
thinking of Monsieur F. the whole time. I imagined that 
he was behind me, and that he was doing it to me. Under 
my breath I addressed to him all that I was burning to 
say at such a moment.

Three times the dew of love gushed out for him, for him 
alone! My husband, profiting, unwittingly by the result 
of my thoughts, did his duty a little better than 
usual, and refreshed me with a copious ejaculation.

When he had retired, I feared that, with his habitual 
ridiculous reserve, he would have made a fuss about the 
spontaneous movement that made me seize and imprison 
his instrument myself, but he seemed, on the contrary, 
grateful to me. I made a note thereof for the future.

*

The next day, Monsieur F. came to pay us a visit, but 
we were out and I was really grieved when I found his 
card. He returned on the third day, and his persistence 
pleased me greatly; my husband was at home, we received 
him as cordially as possible and pressed him to come 
often. I fancied that he treated me with particular 
warmth of feeling, and I was happy at the thought! 

A gentle intimacy quickly sprang up between us, my love 
grew greater each day, and I already saw that my adored 
F. reciprocated the feeling. Although he had said 
nothing as yet, I was sure of it —what woman ever makes 
a mistake? We had, as yet, never been alone together; I 
ardently desired and yet feared that moment. I did not 
wish to abandon myself entirely at the first interview, 
and I felt that it would be impossible for me to resist 
one single instance! I resolved to know more of him, to 
try him... but all my strength of will melted away 
directly I saw him. In such a state of mind, how could 
I resist his attack?

That was quickly proved! One day, he came at three 
o'clock; my husband was away, but I had a visitor, a 
wearisome female, who had no idea of getting up and 
going. I could see my dear F. waiting and suffering, 
but at last, not being decently able to remain any 
longer, he took his leave, giving me a supplicating 
look that I was powerless to resist. I said to him: 
"Has not my husband promised you such and such a book?"

"Yes, madam, and I had hoped to be able to take it with 
me today."

"I will give it you —Pardon me, madam," said I to my 
eternal bore, "and permit me to leave you for an 
instant." We were in a small reception room that served 
as my boudoir. P., who understood me, went out and 
waited for me in the big drawing room, whither I 
rejoined him, with an odd volume in my hand.

In an instant, he declared his passion. What he said —
what I answered, I know not. I remember nothing.

I led him towards the hall, for fear we should be 
overheard. There was a double door between the drawing 
room and a little vestibule, where I could hear a 
servant. As we reached there, Monsieur F., beside 
himself, seized me in his arms, and a lingering kiss, a 
kiss of fire, a kiss that responded to my soul, 
arrested a shriek that I should not have been able to 
stifle. At the same time, his prompt hand had lifted my 
petticoats, and was scientifically caressing my burning 
slit, that quick as lightning poured out upon his 
fingers palpable traces of the spendings that filled it 
to overflowing.

"Begone... begone! away," I said, with stifled accents. 
"Go... Tomorrow... three o'clock," and I fled in a 
state which I cannot describe.

Happily, the lady who was waiting was not very clever, 
and did not notice my disordered state.

I shall not undertake to narrate my feelings till the 
next day. All that I can remember is, that I firmly 
resolved to satisfy my erotic longings.

My husband intended to absent himself for two or three 
days, and I arranged so as to send my servants on 
different errands. I dressed myself carefully and 
waited. My dear F. arrived. I opened the door to him 
myself, and led him to my boudoir.

We sat down, much embarrassed. He was very respectful 
and asked my pardon for what he had done the day 
before, saying that he was unable to master the 
delirious rage that had seized him, and that his love 
for me was such that he would die if he was unable to 
enjoy me. I knew not how to answer. Both our hearts 
were too full. He took my hand and kissed it. 
Shuddering, I rose. Our mouths met. I confess I made no 
more attempts at resistance. I had not the strength to 
do so.

I fully enjoyed this intense happiness. I felt that he 
was carrying me along —but to where? What were we to 
do? In my boudoir there were only a very narrow low 
sofa, some arm-chairs, and ordinary seats without arms.

F., still holding me in his arms, sat on a chair, so 
that I found myself in front of him, leaning over his 
head and face. I felt one of his arms loose my waist; 
soon my clothes were all up in front, and F. tried to 
pass his knees between my legs. "Oh, no," said I, 
between two sobs. "No... I pray you, have pity."

F. made efforts to pull me down, so as to straddle 
across him; but on instinctive feeling, although I 
longed for it, I still resisted, and stiffened myself 
against him. We soon became exhausted. At last, having 
dropped my eyes a little, I saw something that put an 
end to the struggle.

F. had taken out his instrument for the fray. Its ruby, 
haughty head stood up proudly. In length and thickness 
really uncommon, it vied even with that of Monsieur B. 
I had no strength to resist such a sight; my thighs 
opened by them-selves. I slid down hiding my face on my 
lover's shoulder, and I gave myself up to him, opening 
myself as much as possible, desiring, and yet fearing 
the entrance of such a handsome guest.

I soon felt the head between the lips of my grotto, 
that the thin tool of my husband had not accustomed to 
such a bountiful measure. I made a movement to help 
him, and had hardly introduced the point, when I felt 
myself flooded by a flaming jet of loving liquor that 
covered my thighs and belly. The prolonged wait, and 
his own passion, had made the precious dew pump up too 
quickly, and I had not been able to enjoy it as I 
should.

I could not help showing a little disappointment, but 
my lover, covering me with kisses, told me that I need 
wait but during a brief period of repose, and that I 
should soon be more satisfied with him.

We sat on the sofa, entwined in each other's arms, 
telling one another of our love and happiness; we had 
fallen in love at first sight, and both had given way 
to irresistible passion. In a few moments I saw that my 
lover was ready to begin again, and I asked myself how 
we were going to do it. I did not wish to try again 
that posture that had turned out so badly for me, and I 
could see F. also looking about him.

An idea struck me. I rose, smiling, and toying with 
him; he rose too, I retreated, and he eagerly pursued 
me, till at last I went and leant with nonchalance upon 
the mantelpiece, presenting my crupper, that I wriggled 
like a cat, and at the same time I turned my head and 
threw him a provoking glance. Ah! how he understood me. 
F. rushed upon me, and kissed me, saying "thank you."

Then he got behind me, and threw my petticoats over my 
back. When he saw the beautiful shape of my bottom, he 
gave a loud cry of admiration. I expected as much, but 
did not dream of the homage he paid to it.

F. threw himself onto his knees, and after having 
covered my backside with kisses he drew them apart, 
just at the top of the thighs, and I could feel his 
lips, nay even his tongue. I shrieked out, and was 
overcome.

F. rose up, and began to put it in; his enormous 
instrument could not easily penetrate, in spite of our 
mutual efforts, so he drew it out, put a little saliva 
on the head and shaft, and I soon felt myself stabbed 
to the very vitals, filled and plugged tightly up, and 
in a state of unspeakable ecstasy.

My lover, leaning over me, glued his lips to mine, that 
I offered to him by turning my head; his tongue dallied 
with mine. I was beside myself. I felt myself going 
mad. The supreme moment arrived. I writhed about, 
uttering inarticulate words.

F., who was reserving himself, was delighted at my joy; 
he let me calm down, and then I felt his sweet movement 
again. Ah, how he knew how to distill pleasure, and 
double it by a thousand delicate, subtle shades. Oh! 
that first lesson; I can feel it, as I write, between 
my thighs.

"Dear angel," he said, "tell me what you feel; it's so 
nice to enjoy each other's soft confidence, when we 
form but one body, as at this moment."

Oh, how his speech made me happy; I, who had always 
wished to hear and say those words that had almost 
driven me wild, when my aunt was at work! I did not 
hesitate an instant longer.

"I must do it again," said I, "it's coming— push in —
again —right in —finish me —ah! I die!"

"My adored one, I'm coming too — it's bubbling up — Ah 
I spend!"

F. gave a push, and fell upon me. I felt his 
ejaculation, and nearly fainted under the jet.

How was it that I did not die during that embrace? 
Nothing that I had imagined at the sight of my aunt's 
sweet struggles could approach this reality! I remained 
overwhelmed, my head in my arms, my bosom heaving, 
incapable of movement. F. drew out. I still spent. I 
kept on spending. I stopped as I was, without sense of 
shame, naked to the waist, trembling, mechanically 
continuing the movement of my bottom, and causing the 
overflow of liquid to fall to the ground.

F. took pity on me. After rapidly adjusting himself, he 
pulled down my petticoats, and taking me in his arms 
sat by my side on the sofa. I was delirious for a 
second. He calmed me; his sweet voice brought me to a 
little. I begged him to leave me to myself, and he went 
away.

I had at last regained full consciousness. I was in an 
extraordinary state of disorder, and was obliged to 
change my linen. My chemise and stockings were not only 
stained by loving liquid but spotted by numerous spots 
of blood. I had not had to do with such a full-sized 
member with impunity. When I had set in order my 
toilette and my ideas, I went to bed and slept soundly, 
my husband not intending to return till late in the 
evening. I awoke about seven, happy, fresh as a lark, 
and stronger than I had felt for many a day. I will not 
recapitulate all the thoughts that crowded in upon my 
brain, as I have already said that I had been drawn on 
by irresistible feelings, and above all a natural 
absolute craving for the venereal act, that was as 
necessary for my life as simple food.

Yet, I was far from depraved! I loved my husband as a 
sure friend, as the companion of my existence, and if 
he had possessed the manly vigour that was necessary 
for me, or if even he had known how to subdue my clever 
caresses, I should never have dreamt of being 
unfaithful to him! I resolved to spare him all sorrow, 
and I have fully succeeded, as he has never had the 
least suspicion!

This revolution demanded much care, trouble, and even 
privation; the town I inhabited was much inclined to 
scandal, and it was very difficult for me to hide my 
connection, so I had to take endless precautions. 

I warned my lover, who, wishing above all to save my 
reputation, promised to do all in his power not to 
excite suspicion, and I knew I could rely on his 
honour.

A few days went by without our meeting; I suffered 
greatly and he as much as I! A sign, a look during our 
walks was our only consolation for eight long days!

At last, F. could bear it no longer, and came to pay us 
a visit; we chatted in an ordinary friendly way; 
someone else called, F. went away; my husband showed 
him out and returned to the room. I know not what 
instinct warned me that F. had not left the house! I 
got up, with some excuse that seemed all the more 
reasonable as the visitor was keeping up a technical 
conversation with my husband, and went into the 
vestibule. I was not mistaken; F., seeing no servants 
about, was waiting by the street-door.

As soon as he saw me, he threw himself upon me, clasped 
me in his arms and with violent passion exclaimed: 
"Darling angel, how I suffer!"

"And I?"

We were once again between the double doors. Before I 
knew where I was, our mouths were glued together, my 
petticoats were up to my navel, his finger pushed 
itself into my burning slit, that opened beneath its 
pressure. My hand had seized the darling object.

What more can I say? In a second or two — a few 
movements of our hands took place —I swooned with joy, 
and drew away my hand, bathed all over with an 
abundance of the warm liquid.

Yet a few moments went by without our being able to 
meet, till at last a happy moment of liberty was 
granted to us. A whole hour was ours.

Ah, how we profited by it! My lover came into my 
boudoir.

I rushed to receive him, and I devoured him with 
caresses. "Let us do it quickly," we both exclaimed 
together, "let us enjoy to the utmost our secret 
happiness."

I tore myself from him, pulled up my clothes behind, 
and, getting onto the sofa on my knees, presented my 
bottom. He put it in at once, and I very soon swooned 
beneath his copious discharge.

We then sat down, but my lover was not satisfied, and 
despite my fears I could not refuse. He went on his 
knees between my legs, then he made me stretch wide 
apart. I took his vigorous firebrand in my hand; it was 
already as hard as ever. I stroked it a second, then 
pushed it gradually into myself, while I savoured 
slowly the delightful pleasure. When the arrow had 
completely disappeared in its quiver, F. leant over me, 
and lifting my two legs over his arms threw me 
backwards, and went to work so lustily that soon a 
second ejaculation became added to the first, with 
which I seemed to be already filled.

I do not intend to retrace day by day all our delicious 
interviews; I will limit myself to a description of the 
most striking facts of this adorable liaison, that I 
wished would last out my life! My lover know how to 
vary our pleasures without ever reaching satiety, he 
felt a singular pleasure in teaching the art of 
enjoyment and emission, and he found in me a most 
docile and willing pupil.

He taught me the names of everything, sometimes making 
me say them, but only in the whirl of passion; he used 
them himself in supreme moments of bliss, pretending 
and rightly too, that such a high spice should never be 
too much hacknied, or it would lose its flavour! As I 
write on, I forget myself in these sweet recollections, 
but what matter after all? What cunning caresses! What 
lascivious postures did he not teach me! What whims, 
infantile play, and even prolonging on both sides! What 
refinements of pleasure did we not realise as soon as 
thought of! I made such progress, under such a good 
master, that often I surpassed him.

I used to vastly like to change the way of doing it. 
For instance, sometimes when plugged from behind, one 
of my favourite positions, would unhorse my cavalier, 
turn round quickly, give a kiss to my rosy conqueror, 
wet with my spendings, and escape to the other end of 
the room, I would place myself in an easy chair, my 
legs upraised, and my pussy quite open, while I gave it 
a provoking twitching movement. My lover was hardly in 
me again, when by a fresh whim I would draw it out, 
make him sit on a chair, get on his knees, my back 
turned towards him, and taking his courser, plunging in 
my body to the very hilt, let his burning jet finish 
our sweet operation.

My dear Minet, as I generally called the splendid 
instrument of my joy, had become my passion, the object 
of real worship. I was never tired of admiring its 
thickness, its stiffness, and its length, all equally 
marvellous. I would dandle it, suck it, pump at it, 
caress it in a thousand different ways, and rub it 
between my titties, holding it there by pressing them 
with both my hands, Often when captive in this 
voluptuous passage, it would throw out its dew.

My lover returned all my caresses with interest. My 
pussy was his god, his idol. He assured me that no 
woman had ever possessed a more perfect one. He would 
open it, and frig it in every conceivable way. His 
greatest delight was to apply his lips thereto, and 
extract, so to speak, the quintessence of 
voluptuousness, by titillations of the tongue, that 
almost drove me mad.

I got so fond of this delicious method of procuring 
emission, that hardly one of our interviews took place 
without F. making me enjoy it.

I had adopted for this joy a favourite position. I 
would recline in a large easy chair that I had 
purposely placed in my boudoir, with my thighs open, 
and thrown over the arms of the piece of furniture; my 
lover, on his knees before me, did a delicious 
"minette," as he called this way of spending, and when 
I wriggled and twisted in the paroxysm of pleasure, 
pressing his head to my belly, gently pulling his hair 
and ears, and slapping his cheeks, he would drag 
himself from my grasp, plunge into my cunny, and, 
enlaced together as one, we spent, till we almost lost 
our reason.

Sometimes, I would kneel on the sofa, and receive his 
tonguing offering from behind, my lover gluing his face 
between the cheeks of my bottom, and finding the 
delicate spot that received him with joy.

One day, after a rather long separation, my dear F. was 
able to find me alone. Alas! a monthly obstacle 
rendered our usual pleasures impossible. I could see he 
was suffering and looking at my hand in a supplicating 
way. I was quite disposed to accord him this means of 
relief, when a mad idea crossed my brain! I remembered 
the last scene between my aunt and Monsieur B. in the 
"pavilion" of the park. 

The situation was identical, I wished to reproduce it 
in every detail and easily induced F. to honour me. I 
made him get up, placed him in the same position, and 
proceeded to do exactly the same as Bertha. I even 
succeeded, as I distilled the pleasure, to make my 
lover utter the same words as Monsieur B. He spurted 
out his dew afar, and I gathered the last few pearls in 
my handkerchief.

When he had done, I could not help laughing.

He asked me the cause of my merriment.

"Nothing," I answered thoughtlessly, "it reminded me of 
something."

I saw his face change, and quickly guessed the mistake 
I had just made and what suspicions were gathering in 
the mind of my lover. Not wishing at any risk to cause 
him the least shade of vexation, I made him sit close 
to me, and sure of his discretion I told him all that 
had happened to me before marriage. The story amused 
him greatly; he made me enter into the most minute 
details... When I told him how I was led on to procure 
sweet pleasure for myself, he exclaimed: "Ah, darling! 
what would not I have given to see you FRIG your 
delicious little CUNT?"

He asked me a lot more questions about my solitary 
habits, and I went so far as to tell him that on the 
day of our interview at Madame D.s, I was so full of 
thought of him that I had done it that very evening.

"By Jove," he answered, "this is truly curious! 
Confidence in return for confidence, dear angel, to 
know that the same night and probably at the same hour, 
we were exchanging our souls in mutual spending!"

"What do you mean?"

"Listen. I went home, madly in love with you, I wanted 
you directly I had seen you. I could not yet believe 
that I should be happy enough to possess you, but all 
my efforts tended to that desired end. I went to bed 
and thought only of you! I was in a fearful state... 
you can guess how! I put out my light, and, conjuring 
up your image, covered your face with imaginary kisses. 
Then I did what you were doing, and the pleasure was so 
great that I am sure we emitted at one and the same 
time..."

"What! Can men frig themselves, as we do?"

"Certainly. Why should this natural means of relief be 
denied to them? What your pretty hand has just done for 
me, my ugly paw performed for my solitary 
gratification."

"Really? Well, I should like to see that!"

"Nonsense! Do you want me to..."

"Yes. You must show me how you do it?"

"But you know very well how. I do it like you..."

"Oh, I pray you! Grant me this little pleasure!"

So saying, I disclosed his instrument, which excited by 
our conversation had once more shot up in its most 
splendid condition. I took his hand and placed it upon 
it.

"No, really, this is rank folly!"

"No, sir!"

"But I would sooner have your fingers, or your 
beautiful bubbies, if you will only lend them to me."

"But me no buts! I command you to make haste and do it 
to the very end, or I will no longer love you."

My dear lover could refuse me nothing, and after a 
little more hesitation he said: "I consent, but on 
condition that you in your turn shall give me as soon 
as feasible a representation of your girlish 
pleasures."

"To that I consent, but do what I want at once!"

He began, and leaning over him, I followed his 
convulsive shaking with a singular feeling of 
pleasurable curiosity. I soon took pity on him, 
however, and unlacing my stays I knelt down before him, 
and made him finish between my breasts. Shortly after 
this caprice of mine, my dear F. had his revenge upon 
me. He reminded me of the promise I had made, and 
despite a certain amount of shame, I stretched myself 
on the sofa, and prepared to satisfy him. "No, not like 
that," said he. "You placed me as you liked; let me do 
the same."

"What do you mean?"

"You shall soon see; get astride of that chair."

I obeyed.

"Yes, that will do nicely. Now show me your little 
CUNT, and FRIG yourself with your left hand."

Again I obeyed, wondering greatly.

During this exercise F. unhooked my dress body and 
stripped me to the waist. I now wanted to spend 
fearfully. My lascivious instincts began to blaze. The 
operation that I had begun jokingly to perform, only to 
please him, had become serious in the extreme, when I 
felt that F. was behind me, with his trousers down, and 
pressing the upper part of my body, in a state of 
nature, to him, had insinuated his organ under my right 
arm. 

The originality of this fantastical idea inflamed my 
imagination more than ever. I bent my head, and avidly 
contemplated the beautiful tool, the head of which 
appeared and disappeared at each stroke of my dear 
lover, who kept his eyes fixed on my left hand, that 
was frigging away for dear life.

Soon we mingled our rites, we warned each other that 
the end was nigh and our double discharge took place 
simultaneously!

A few delicious months went by in like manner! Our love 
increased daily, instead of becoming feeble or worn out 
by the frequency, the subtlety and the complete liberty 
of our connection! The precautions we so carefully took 
assured us perfect secrecy, and once only, we were 
almost caught in the act.

We thought that we were certain not to be interrupted, 
as my husband was away from home and all the servants 
out. After a chat and a few caresses, I had, by a well-
known sign, made my lover aware of what I wanted. He 
placed me as he desired, my body reclining in the large 
easy chair, my legs stretched asunder, and he had begun 
his adorable, lecherous licking.

I was just about to spend in his mouth! My eyes were 
closed and I was wrapped up in my enjoyment, tasting 
every one of the thousand delicious sensations that his 
tongue conjured up, when suddenly we heard footsteps 
and voices in the adjoining room. Quick as lightning, 
we were on our feet at once, our dress arranged, and 
seated at a proper distance. My maid, who had returned 
without my knowledge, opened the door, and announced 
the visit of a lady of our town. 1 felt terribly giddy, 
but the cool presence of my lover, who knew the lady, 
gave me time to collect my scattered senses. We were 
saved!


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PART III

It was summer, I was to go and take the waters at a 
village a little distant from my residence, and I 
feared the moment that would momentarily separate me 
from F.

My lover was in despair, but this journey was necessary 
and my husband wished me to go; he could not accompany 
me, as his occupations kept him at Z----, but he was to 
visit me frequently and came to me as soon as possible. 
It would have been too imprudent to receive F. when 
quite alone there. I went off very downcast and passed 
the first moments at my new dwelling in absolute 
privacy.

My husband came to see me at the end of a week and told 
me that he should bring with him next time F. and two 
other friends, to spend a day. That hope sustained me, 
I awaited the blessed moment with feverish anxiety.

At last, ten days later, I received a letter announcing 
that the journey was fixed for the morrow.

Starting the night before, the gentlemen arrived at 
four o'clock in the morning, and my husband came at 
once and got into bed with me.

I soon saw that absence had awakened his rare longings, 
and although I expected to be bountifully feasted by my 
adored F., I must here confess that I willingly lent 
myself to Charles's desires.

I clasped him to my arms, slipped my hand under his 
night-shirt, and taking hold of his member gently 
frigged it for a few minutes, and, when I had shook it 
into a most glorious state of erection, I myself popped 
it into my slit.

Charles did it better than usual, and confessed that 
the caresses of my hand afforded him the most vivacious 
sensations of pleasure. I have often used the manual 
exercise with him since and whenever he asked me.

*

We slept till eight o'clock.

We breakfasted at a restaurant in the town with the 
gentlemen; the meal was good and we were all very gay, 
my dear F. brimming over with wit and good spirits. Our 
eyes only spoke, but how we understood their language! 
He seemed to say: "When can we meet?"

My husband, involuntarily, fixed our assignation. He 
proposed a scamper in the woods when the heat of the 
day should abate, and said that after having seen me 
home he would go and sleep at an hotel and so work off 
the fatigue of the preceding night's journey.

F. said that during that time he would make a few 
visits to some old friends, and the other gentlemen 
went off to visit the springs.

A glance at my lover and all was understood.

At one o'clock in the afternoon my husband was snoring 
at the hotel and F. had slipped into my room. Knowing 
his taste, my hair was carefully arranged, I had put on 
pink silk stockings and low, neat, high-heeled shoes. I 
only had a slight dressing-gown thrown over my 
shoulders, and I awaited his coming with delirious 
impatience. As soon as he appeared, I hung myself round 
his neck and kissed and bit him.

"At last, I've got you, my angel, my love! How I wanted 
you! Let me devour you!" said I, as I locked the door 
and drew him towards me.

"Come to my arms! Fifteen days without you. I shall 
die, I'm sure. Oh! how I've suffered!"

"And I've been just as badly off, darling. We have but 
little time to spare, let us make the most of it. 
Suppose we are interrupted?"

"I am yours. Do with me as you will."

As I finished speaking, my gown was on the ground, my 
lover, undressed, sat me on the edge of the bed, and 
put two pillows behind me. He uncovered my titties, 
that he felt and sucked for some time, then pulling up 
my chemise he went on his knees and applied his burning 
lips to the fiery nook that welcomed the caress with a 
spasm of happiness. "Ah, darling," I said. "Ah! I'm 
spending already... it's coming... again... Oh, what 
delight... enough... you'll kill me... give me your 
beautiful COCK now! I want to feel your PRICK inside 
me... come into my CUNT... come and FUCK me!"

F. then rose, lifted my legs over his arms, and began 
to rake me. Softly, reposing, I looked down at the 
sweet introduction with languishing eyes.

"Do it slowly," said I, "make it last... Ah, it is so 
nice!

I can feel it penetrating me... it fills me... Ah! ah! 
Fm dying... stop a little... ah! I'm spending... I'm 
coming... I spend!"

"And so do I... Ah! I can't keep up... any longer... my 
darling! My FUCKSTRESS... I... I spend... take it 
all... take all my spunk!"

I almost fainted, but I was not yet satisfied, my love 
had sunk down upon me, I encircled his head with my 
arms and glued my mouth to his.

"Ah," said I, in a whisper, "you spent too quickly."

"I could not help it; but don't move now!"

"What are you going to do?"

"You see, I'm still inside."

"But I'm all wet!"

"No matter, I mean to FUCK you again without 
withdrawing."

"That isn't possible!"

"You'll see. What adorable bubbies you've got, darling. 
Give me your tongue. That's right. Move your dear arse 
up and down gently. I'm waking up again. Do you feel 
it?" "Yes. It's getting stiff again. Ah! I can't bear 
it; I must spend again. Push on once more. Quicker. Ah. 
I'm going mad. I die. I'm so giddy. I'm spending 
again... I've come. I'm fucking. I'm still spending. 
Are you ready?"

"Yes. It's coming... there! I spend. Oh, God!"

A second discharge mingled itself with the first flood; 
for some time we both remained helpless, and at last 
F., dropping his hold of my legs, drew out, and a 
veritable deluge of the extract of love came pattering 
down on the floor. I rose and took my lover to my 
heart.

"Ah! my adored one," said I, "what a splendid exploit! 
How happy you make me! I've never spent so much in my 
life! I was coming all the time without a second of 
interruption."

We were obliged to remove all trace of our prodigious 
struggles. My thighs and belly were literally covered 
with the sweet fluid. I had no dressing room, but dared 
not remain in such a state. I got my wash basin, and 
making F. turn his back began my ablutions.

My love, far from obeying, did not miss a movement, he 
took hold of me, with my petticoats still pulled up, 
and kissed and mumbled me as he said: "I must fuck you 
again." "Oh, no, please. You'll be ill!"

"But see, he's up again."

The sight completed my madness, I fell on my knees, 
seized the beautiful rubicund head between my lips, 
engulfed it in my mouth, and sucked it with raging 
delirium.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in the passage. I rose with a 
bound, rushed to the door, and looked through the 
keyhole. If it was my husband, we were lost. Happily, I 
was mistaken. I sighed to F. that there was naught to 
fear. In this position, with my eye fixed to the lock, 
my buttocks were exposed, and my shift was all tucked 
up. In a twinkling, my lover was behind me, and before 
I had time to collect myself, I was penetrated again, 
filled up by that adorable instrument that seemed to 
know no rest. Ah! How I helped him by opening and 
shutting the cheeks of my backside... by writhing, 
twisting, and swooning with joy.

Our time had passed quickly. In haste, I sent away my 
lover, made the bed afresh, and arranged a neat 
toilette for the promenade. I was scarcely ready when 
the carriage drove up, and my husband came to fetch me. 
He found me flushed and lively, I answered that, 
overcome by the heat, I had fallen asleep.

We went downstairs, and I was joyfully saluted by the 
gentlemen, who complimented me on the novelty and good 
taste of my costume. On the sly, I looked at F., but 
nothing happily betrayed that anything extraordinary 
had taken place. We started off.

The forest we were exploring was deliciously cool and 
picturesque; we went to the lodge of a game-keeper, 
where a slight rustic repast had been prepared. Our 
collation was merrily enjoyed, I was forced to drink 
several glasses of champagne, although I did not 
require that to stimulate me. After the meal we set out 
walking again, my husband gossiped with F. I was with 
them. The two guests had strolled into another path 
when we arrived at a wild spot, studded with rocks, and 
shaded with large trees.

At this moment one of the gentlemen, who were far off, 
called out to my husband: "Come, quick, come and see!" 
Charles ran away and left us. Directly he had 
disappeared from view, F. glued his mouth to mine.

"Angel," said he, "let us profit by this moment!"

"You are mad!"

"No, I love you, let me do as I will."

"My God, we shall be discovered! I am lost!"

"Not if you hurry. Stoop!"

"Are you in?"

"Here I am. It's going in!"

"Ah! make haste. I tremble!"

"There, darling... spend... spend again!"

"Ah! I've come! Now go away."

"Oh! Go."

Only just in time. My petticoats, all up behind, were 
barely readjusted, when I heard the rest of the party 
returning. I went to meet them, and we found they had 
fetched us to see a swarm of bees captured from the top 
of a tree. We got into our carriages and returned to 
the town. We danced at night at the Pump-rooms, and 
then said farewell to the gentlemen, who went away 
early the next morning, but my husband stopped with me.

It is easy to guess my thoughts when at home once more, 
I began to undress for the night. I was brushing my 
hair in front of my looking-glass, and my husband, 
delighted with the day's outing, was very gay and 
tender.

I was in my shift, that clung tightly to my figure 
behind, and showed the seductive shape of my backside. 
I could see in the glass that Charles was looking at 
it, and that his eyes sparkled. "Aha!" said I to 
myself, "can it be possible that for once in a way he 
will be able to do it to me twice in the same day?" I 
wanted him to make me and coquettishly struck an 
attitude that threw out into still greater relief what 
I knew was one of my greatest beauties; then, 
negligently putting one foot on a chair, taking care 
that my chemise should be more raised than was 
absolutely necessary, I undid my garter.

This play succeeded. Charles, also in his shirt, got 
up, and coming near me kissed me on the neck, and put 
his hand between the cheeks of my bottom.

"Oh! oh!" said I, turning round and returning his kiss, 
"whatever ails you tonight?"

"My dear wife, I find that you are extremely handsome!"

"Am I not the same every day?"

"Oh, yes; but this evening still more so!"

"Well, what are you driving at? Come!"

So saying, I put my hand on his instrument, that stood 
a little, although far from being in a proper state of 
erection. "You see that you can't do anything!"

"Oh, yes, I can! Prithee caress him a little bit!"

"What makes you so excited?"

"Why, his... his..."

"Well now —what?"

"Your beautiful bottom!"

"Indeed, sir. Well, you shan't see any more of it!"

As supple as a kitten, I trussed up my linen with one 
hand, so that my posteriors were naked, while my front 
parts were reflected in the mirror; at the same time my 
other hand had not loosened its grasp, and cleverly 
excited what it held. I soon had the satisfaction to 
feel it get hard. Wishing to profit by his momentary 
desire, I made Charles sit and got striding over him, 
but I soon found that such a position stretched me too 
much, and, widening the particular part, was quite 
unsuited for his thin tool.

I got up, and had to begin all over again... I was too 
excited to be baulked, and once more started the caress 
of my agile hand. I resolved to do my best, and he 
helped, so that soon I was pleased to see it once more 
in its most splendid state! Then I drew a chair to the 
glass, placed one foot upon it and the other on the 
ground, and put it in from behind. Charles, led on by 
me till he was almost beside himself, did it in such a 
manner that I spent three times. He was a long while, 
but nevertheless finished by discharging, thanks to the 
clever movements of my buttocks and the talent I had 
acquired in pressing and pinching his wretched little 
tool.

Both very much fatigued, we retired to rest. Thus, in 
this memorable day, I had been poked six times! I do 
not exaggerate in saying that I had spent more than 
twenty times! But such was the force of my temperament 
and my aptitude for amorous combat, that I rose the 
next day from my couch as fresh and as well as if 
nothing had occurred.

I went back to Z —, and F. and I relapsed into our 
sweet habits once more, which, alas! though frequently 
interrupted, grew more ardent after each successive 
deprivation.

My husband now rarely went away for more than one day 
at a’ time, so that our pleasures only lasted during 
the short instants smuggled of an afternoon, 
nevertheless, a few indispensable journeys took place, 
and we profited by them. One evening, happy in a few 
hours of security, we determined to completely enjoy 
our happiness; my love proposed that we should undress 
and get on my bed. I accepted with avidity. 

He was soon stripped to his shirt and laid on his back, 
while I unlaced my stays. I joined him with only my 
chemise and my stockings. He seized me in his arms, we 
were clasped together with rage! My lover soon got 
zealous of the slight gauzy garment that still covered 
me and tore it off, notwithstanding a slight resistance 
on my part.

He first contemplated my entire nakedness with ecstasy, 
then covered my entire body with burning kisses, 
without omitting one single spot!

I was mad, delirious! In turn I wished, to reproduce 
for him the pleasure I had felt. I too kissed with 
ardour every part of that body, so manly and so 
handsome. At a certain place, arriving at that darling 
jewel that proudly, stiffly stood, I stopped and kissed 
it; I sucked it; I should have liked to have ate it all 
up!

In this position my buttocks were turned towards my 
lover's face, I could feel that he had seized my left 
thigh, and was trying to pass it over him.

"What do you want?" said I, turning my head a little.

"Put your legs over me."

"But how?.. . Why?"

'Till soon tell you. There, that will do!"

I found myself astride his breast, my head still in the 
same place!

"Now," said he, "bend down, push out your lovely 
ARSE... there... now place your little CUNT on my 
mouth."

"Here I am!"

"Good. Now let us both do minette. Tell me in time, and 
we'll spend together!"

Although rather puzzled at this new method, I 
gracefully gave way to him, and soon I felt a clever 
and delicate tongue travel over my cleft. I went off 
into a mad rage, I once more took hold of the 
instrument, that I had let go for a moment, got the 
entire head into my mouth, and pumped at it with 
frenzy! An electric current seemed to envelope my 
entire frame, each stroke of F.'s tongue was answered 
by my mouth! What delirious joy! I had already spent 
thrice, when feeling that the fourth time was nigh, and 
that my lover, shuddering and palpitating, was reaching 
the supreme moment, I exclaimed: "I am ready! Spend, 
darling, spend in my mouth!" What happened then? I know 
not! I lost consciousness beneath the burning jet!


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My lover's adorable lessons had rendered me very 
knowing, I thought I had no more to learn. I was 
mistaken, there was one supreme lesson left for me to 
learn.

I have often repeated that my buttocks, or rather my 
ARSE, was of rare beauty. The furrow that divided the 
oval had already received thousands and thousands of my 
lover's kisses, whose greatest delight was to place me 
so as to enjoy this spectacle thoroughly. He would then 
open the lips of the gap of love, caress it, kiss it, 
and worship it in every manner. Sometimes his finger 
would wander higher up, and I could feel a strange 
titillation at the opening of the secret orifice above! 
Sometimes, even when plugged up to the roots, fainting 
beneath the divine dew that was spouted into me, I felt 
the finger penetrate far up the narrow path!

That singular caress caused me quite a peculiar erotic 
joy that I had not sought to analyse.

On one of the rare evenings when we were able to get 
between the sheets, after having felt each other all 
over for some time, my lover took off my chemise and 
looked lovingly at my nakedness.

Knowing his passionate love for my arse, I presented it 
to him, ducking my head and stretching myself as wide 
open as I could. F. got up behind me, but instead of 
getting into my cunt as usual he contented himself with 
rubbing the head of his Priapus against me.

"Put it in!" cried I, "you are teasing me dreadfully!"

"Wait a bit!"

"What are you doing? You hurt me. Not there!"

And indeed, I felt the point trying to penetrate the 
singular aperture I have just mentioned.

"Let me do as I please, my adored one! I entreat you. A 
loveable woman is cunt all over, no single part of your 
beautiful body must remain virgin to my offering!"

"But 'tis impossible! It can never go in!"

"Oh, yes, I can get it entirely in if you will let me."

"But you'll kill me. I shall suffer. I shall shriek, I 
shan't spend at all."

"Yes, you will, and afterwards you'll say yourself how 
nice it was. I'll wager that you will often ask me to 
do it." "No, 'tis impossible. Come, darling, put it in 
lower down, it's just as nice for you!"

"But I supplicate you to let me do it. It's the 
greatest proof of love that a woman can give. I demand 
that proof."

"Oh, heaven! I can't refuse you. Go along then and do 
it.

How funny all the same."

I said no more, and remained passive, presenting as 
well as I could what was required of me. My lover went 
to the toilet-table and lubricated himself with a stick 
of cosmetic, then, taking up his position again, he 
once more knocked at the narrow gate. His first 
attempts did not succeed; I suffered and felt no 
pleasure at all, but I loved him so much that I could 
have suffered greater agonies still. And, besides, my 
curiosity and a desire for the unknown sustained me. 

My lover ceased his efforts an instant, and, passing 
his hand between my thighs, began to frig me. Symptoms 
of pleasure now arose, and I myself begged for a second 
trial, but my lover's leaning posture was too 
uncomfortable. He took my hand and placed it where his 
had toyed. I understood him, and rubbed away myself. 
Again I felt the terrible point — the pleasure in front 
neutralised the agony that my poor arse still felt.

At last, I felt as if an enormous ring was dilated 
within me, and suddenly the monstrous cylinder slipped 
in in its entirety. I quickened the movement of my 
hand. An immense... twofold... sharp... extraordinary 
spending spasm over-powered me. I almost fainted and 
fell forward in an in-describable nervous fit.

My lover, luckily, had not been unhorsed; he followed 
my movement and laid his full length upon me. He gave a 
few more strokes, and filled his strange shelter with a 
hot ejaculation, that he spurted forth with many groans 
and sighs, to bear witness to his lively pleasure.

We remained some time in this position without 
speaking. I felt a certain shame that I could not 
explain, and was almost vexed at having spent so well 
by the ravishing of that unusual nook. On the other 
hand I could not prevent myself being delighted by the 
opening of this new source of pleasure. F. kissed me 
and whispered: "Well, what do you think of it?"

"I hardly know."

"Did you spend?"

"Well, yes!"

"Are you vexed at having submitted to my whim?"

"No."

"Will you ever ask me to do it again?"

"I think I shall, but not often; it is too exciting, 
too awfully good!"

During our chat, the position remained unchanged, my 
lover's peg was still planted in my tiny hole, I felt 
it diminishing, he tried to withdraw. I pinched in my 
buttocks, so that willy-nilly I kept him at his post.

"You wanted to get in," said I to myself, "and there 
you shall stop!"

I relied on his well-tried strength, and while I waited 
for it to return I teased him, and used all the words 
he had taught me.

"How do you call this style of fucking?" said I. "You 
have not touched the poor little cunt that has had 
nothing this time."

"It's called... but never mind, well call it mignonner. 
That's a pretty word, isn't it? And it goes well with 
rnimtte."

"Well darling, mignonne me again, I begin to like it. 
Ah! I can feel your nice prick reviving; treat kindly 
this ARSE you love so much... Don't go away yet, I beg 
of you. I want your spendings once more."

As I rattled out all these little bawdy words, that I 
knew electrified my lover, I loosened the tightness of 
my buttocks gradually, so as to leave him full liberty 
of action.

I began to feel again the advance symptoms of that 
double pleasure I had just felt, my lover was not yet 
quite ready, I seemed to feel him get weak, I told him 
not to leave me, and we rose again with infinite care 
to our first posture.

"Now, my darling," said I, "don't move. I'll do it all 
myself!" I began to wriggle my rump carefully backwards 
and forwards. My lover, on his knees, as still as a 
statue, was passionately contemplating this libidinous 
sight. He could see, as he told me afterwards, his 
arrow, held as though in a vice, appear almost 
entirely, and then be completely lost to view in its 
harrow quiver.

After a few minutes of this delicious fun, my lover had 
recovered his pristine vigour. I could tell that by the 
growing thickness and stiffness of the member that 
bound our bodies together. I soon felt him shiver; 
broken utterances issued from his lips. I let him know 
that I was ready, and a fresh jet of spunk caused us 
both to swoon away with joy.

***

My well-beloved F. was right. I grew to like it! How 
many times has he not said with his soft voice, as he 
leans over me: "Where will you have it?"

And how often have I not pointed to my bottom, with my 
finger, and answered: "There!"

TheenD

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