Oh, Isabelle!
Don't bother me. Let me speak if you do not want me to gay nonsense in the presence of the whole society. Never mind what I say, you know I learn all that from Camille and it amuses him when I use bawdy terms. A sweetheart of your kind is able to drive one mad with lust. I am very hot tempered and I must be kept up or I get angry. If I did as I feel inclined, I would give you a sound drubbing and I have on my lips all kinds of filthy words. And yet, I have cleaned your bottom with my tongue!
You had washed it before you tongued it. I would nevertheless have done it directly, I proposed to do so. After what we agreed I thought we should have got on with one another; but you don't seem to care. After all it may be that you prefer an arse like Fanny's to that of Athenais. If so, you are not difficult to please. A pretty little bum, very rotund, not too fat, well marked-in short you are perhaps like the men who prefer them very plump. Look here, why don't you answer me, you strumpet?
If you continue speaking like that, I'll go away from you.
I've got too good a hold on you, this time it is my turn to tome you. I press you in close embrace, my voice tickles you as well as my fingers would tickle your cunt and my nonsense excites you. I know it is so, you naughty girl. You forget that I am your elder and I have more experience in those things than you. She led me on as she pleased and the surroundings furnished matter for conversation. On the armchairs or on the sofas the gentlemen amused themselves with one another. Two of the youngest pupils on the Chaplain's knee and let him enviously titillate their cunt and their backside. I did not reply to Isabelle's last thrust. Gluing lips to mine, she continued: Do you deserve the honey of my caresses, you dirty beast. You who called tile names the other day; you who have had both your brother and the Chaplain. When you blame others, don't taunt them with our own actions you called me a suckeress but you have never sucked a cock yourself, eh?
I smiled and replied: If I did so it was to please my protector and you do so because you like it. Every taste is allowed: I won't quarrel with you about that. I am offended at your indifference and if you should prefer Nanette, it is not necessary that we should be sweethearts. I prefer nobody, but I like to amuse myself, I answered.
Why did you not call me?
The waltz was over and we parted without having contracted a new alliance. Angela, as nice looking as possible in her male attire, engaged me for the next dance. Being an excellent pianist, Isabelle was asked to play the piano in order that the mistresses might get their share of the pleasure.
She retired, sending me a clandestine look ominous of some future attack.
Angela encircled me with her arms, kissed me and said: Take heed of Isabelle, she sticks and it is difficult to get rid of her. But what was the matter? At the upper end of the room, they crowded together, animated, agitated, on fire? A thin that anywhere would have compromised the discipline of the school. Elsie Robert and Nanette, bearing the train of Juliette, had by tucking up her clothes uncovered her buttocks and all the little hussies were now kneeling behind her kissing her arse, encircling it with their slender arms, giving themselves up in caresses which seemed to fascinate our grand principal.
One replaced another and afterwards they ran about the room shoving forward their round buttocks, which some of the elder pupils from time to time gave a light slap.
Isabelle started a mazurka; Angela grasped me in her arms and off we went!
It is late, darling; I'll put off the continuation of my recital of our nocturnal feast till my next letter.
Your Adeline who kisses and bites you.
From the Same to the Same
After the mazurka, Nanette carried me off for another waltz and said, Oh, I'll wager that you had a scene with Isabelle. I did not answer and she went on: Don't fear, I'll do her no harm. One cannot control one's fancies and in spite of her malicious and changeable character, she is a nice girl. Personal affections do not include voluptuous desires. Blanch tells me you have given her the dildoe. Will you give it to me, too?
To be sure, whenever you like.
Even if Isabelle put a spoke in our wheel?
She is but a pupil and you are a mistress.
That's no answer, my dear; pleasure alone should inspire your heart.
I would like it; have I not already enjoyed your body!
That's better. You've a great deal of natural discretion. Always act on the spur of your personal fancies.
An idea has puzzled me very much for a while.
Which, please?
Are not the little ones dangerous?
No, they are well trained, well managed and they know they will lose the opportunity of amusing themselves, if they tell tales. Three fourths of them do not leave the school during the holidays for their parents ate afraid they will recommence the fault for which they were brought here.
It cannot be the Misses Geraud who founded the school; they are too young, are they not?
They have only had for five years. They bought it of the Chaplain's sister who retired, because she grew too excited; at that time Miss Juliette had the management of the upper class.
I thought as much.
Suddenly my look became haggard and following the direction of my eyes, Nanette couldn't help smiling. Are you jealous? whispered she.
No, oh no! But I think that is going it rather far.
I had just seen that Lisa Carrin was kneeling between the Chaplain's thighs with his prick in her mouth. The sentimental Lucienne d'Herbollien was standing beside him, her skirt tucked up, abandoning herself to his titillations, while he with half shut eyes and thick lips panted like a man who is on the verge of spending.
At this moment the evolution of the waltz carried me towards the piano and my eyes met Isabelle's. She indicated with an ironical look the group of the Chaplain and his two accomplices. I confess that in spite of the answer I had given Nanette, I was overcome with a fit of jealousy. The dance was almost over. This waltz terminated the first part of the feast. It was time for supper.
Encouraged by the mistresses, excesses were going on everywhere. Before the scenes in view, Nanette gave some details concerning the mysteries of the house.
Fanny Geraud was very fond of women and her greatest passion, her dearest and most tender friend, her particular sweetheart, happened to be Elise Robert, whose violet Lesbian temper excited and stirred her. The two women often slept together living like husband and wife, and from time to time added zest to their pleasure by taking one or two of the little ones between them.
Juliette had as a set off a real lover. She received frequent visits from the husband of an ancient pupil who had been her favorite when she had the management of the upper class and their relations had continued at the festivals of the Red Girls.
Lucienne d'Herbollien, the sentimental beauty, was of a very lascivious temper and sought especially sexual intercourse with Nannette; but she did not neglect some of her pupils, amongst whom were mentioned Isabelle and Josepha de Brougier. At the name of Isabelle, Nannette did not fail to cry:
You see, one is sure to hit upon her everywhere!
The last measures of the waltz were played and she ceased her communications. I examined swiftly the whole of the room; the amorous fever was perceptible in every corner. Everybody spoke in a low voice; no noise was heard and people gathered in groups to gratify their sensual lust.
Elsie Roberts had Juliette on her knees their tongues were billing and cooing in each other's mouths. Perceiving Marie Rougemont occupied with Anne Flavaud's bum, Juliette cried: Marie, I offer you mine as you are so fond of them. She stretched herself across Elsie's thighs, tucking up her petticoats behind, and happy, proud of the permission, Marie showered down her most graceful caresses upon Juliette's pretty arse.