On leaving Nice, we went direct to Paris, putting up at one of the hotels b the Rue de Rivoli, And after Frances had added some charming toilettes to her already large stock of dresses, we gave ourselves up to the delights of the gay city. First of all, she thoroughly “did” the Louvre, which took several days, and I got heartily sick of tramping through the apparently endless galleries of pictures and statuary; for my sweetheart always made me accompany her; saying that she could not enjoy herself unless I was with her. Then we visited the Tuileries, and the gardens at Versailles; drove frequently in the Bois de Boulogne, and made excursions to all the other places of interest.
Finally, when we had “done” all the ordinary sights, Frances, who had by this time learnt a thing or two, insisted upon my showing her Paris by night I could speak French, and I “knew my way about”; so I took her to all sorts of queer places, including the “Moulin Rouge,” where she saw the celebrated quadrille danced, which amused her very much. She was also greatly taken with the petticoats and drawers, and the shoes and stockings worn by the principal dancers b the “high kicking” part of the entertainment. And the very next day she went off, and bought a complete rig-out of the dainty garments; saying to me, as she laughingly showed the things: “I intend to practise high kicking. It will amuse you.”
After that, nearly every morning, she used to dress herself in the flounced petticoats, and the much beribboned, wide, gauzy looking drawers with deep lace frills, and put on the long silk stockings, and high-heeled pointed shoes. Then, while I sat lazily in a chair, she would do her best to imitate the dancers at the “Moulin Rouge.”
I enjoyed watching the pretty, graceful, well-made girl, whirling round and round, and kicking up her shapely legs in the midst of a cloud of filmy drapery; the slit of her drawers slightly open, so that I had ravishing glimpses of her golden-haired cunt, and her lovely white bottom. It was a very “fetching” sight, and it invariably gave me a cockstand, so the performance always ended the same way. I used to seize the flushed, panting girl, pull off her dainty drawers, and then poke her in some fancy position.
Among the places to which I took her, was a certain establishment where there were about a dozen girls; and at this place we saw naked tableaux of various sorts; but they were no better than the one I had seen at Mrs. Leslie’s. There were no tableaux of whipping; for in France the “delights of the rod” do not seem to be appreciated so much as they are in England.
One of the tableaux, which showed the various means by which females could mutually gratify their passions, was a perfect revelation to Frances, who had not the faintest idea that women ever amused themselves in such extraordinary ways. The girl was still quite ignorant of many things connected with the “Art of Love”; as I had never mentioned to her anything about “Tribadism,” “Dildoes,” or any of the occult mysteries of sexual passions. She knew that men poked women in various positions, — I had shown her them all-but there her knowledge had ended.
When we got back to the hotel that night, and were talking over all we had seen; she said she did not believe that girls ever did such things to each other, in reality. I laughed, and said: “Oh yes, they do. And more often than people think.” Then I asked: “Did none of the big girls ever try to tickle you between the legs when you were at school?”
“Yes; once a big girl took me on her lap, put her hand up my petticoats and let down my drawers; then she kissed me, and at the same time put her finger up ‘it,’ hurting me very much and also frightening me. I did not understand what it all meant, but I ran crying to Airs. Blake and told her what the girl had done to me. She was very angry, and I know she birched the girl, for I saw her, a short time after, come out of Mrs. Blake’s room, crying and rubbing her bottom. And she called me a nasty little tell-tale.”
I laughed, saying: “Well, Frances; if you would not let the big girl play with your little ‘pussy’; you may be sure there were other girls not so particular. That sort of thing goes on in all girls’ schools.”
Then she asked me if there were any other queer sights to be seen at the house where we had been that night.
I replied that if she liked she could see a man and a woman actually engaged in the “lists of love.” She laughed heartily at the idea of the thing, and said she would very much like to see such a sight. So I promised to take her to the establishment the following night; and then we went to bed.
At ten o’clock next night, we drove to the establishment, and I told “Madame” what I wanted to see. She smiled, and at once took us up to a small, but comfortably furnished room, dimly lighted by a shaded lamp. One side of the room was panelled with curved woodwork, in which, low down, and cunningly concealed, were several peepholes and through them could be seen the adjoining apartment, which was handsomely furnished and brilliantly lighted; so that the smallest details of the scene that followed were clearly seen by Frances and me.
Drawing two easy-chairs up to the panel, Madame told us to take our seats; then she left us, and we sat down and waited with our eyes glued to the peepholes.
In a short time we saw a man and a woman come into the room; the man was a tall stalwart fellow about thirty years of age, dressed in evening clothes, but he did not look like a gentleman; the woman, a big, strapping, rather coarse, though not bad-looking wench, who had nothing on but her chemise, shoes and stockings. She was about twenty-five.
I do not know whether the pair knew they were being watched, or not, but at any rate they acted all through the affair in a perfectly natural and unembarrassed way; and they certainly enjoyed themselves.
No time was wasted. The man gave the woman a sounding kiss on her thick red lips, then he stripped to his shut, and taking her on his knees, pulled off her chemise, leaving her stark naked, except for her shoes and her long scarlet silk stockings, which came up to the middle of her thighs, and were gartered with large bows of black ribbon. The woman’s skin was fairly white; and she had immense bubbles tipped with big red nipples, her thighs were massive, and her legs were thick; and the lower pan of her great belly was thickly covered with dark brown hair, which completely hid the slit of her cunt.
The fun began. The man took in his mouth, one after the other, the woman’s nipples, nibbling them and sucking them with apparent relish, at the same rime feeling her body all over with both hands. Next, he laid her face downwards across his knees and played for a rime with her enormous bottom; he stroked it, pinched it all over, and rubbed his hands up and down the division; then pulling the fat cheeks apart, he looked at the spot between them, and grinned. He then began to spank her with no light hand; the noise of the slaps resounding through the room, while the flesh of her fat buttocks quivered like jelly, and her skin rapidly grew red. She bore the pain for a short rime, then she twisted herself round and caught hold of the man’s hands, exclaiming, — in French of course: “That is enough! I won’t have any more spanking.”
She then slipped off his knees, and kneeling at his feet, tucked up his shirt, revealing his whacking great tool standing stiffly erect with its red rip uncovered. Bending her head down, she took into her mouth nearly half the length of the man’s member, and began to “gamahuche” him, at the same time tickling his balls with her fingers, while he, with his eyes gleaming with sensual pleasure, played with her great titties; and I thought he was going to finish the affair in her mouth. But he suddenly jumped up, and taking the woman in his aims, laid her on a couch, and stretched her legs so widely apart, that the loose red lips of her fat cunt gaped open and showed the pink inner lips. Putting his head between her thighs, he buried his face in the forest of hair, and thrusting his tongue up her slit; tickled her clitoris to such an extent that she squirmed about, kicked up her legs, and giggled loudly.