As Elsie was sitting on a couch Blanche got up beside her and standing before her presented her cunt, wanting 'des ninettes.'
Clementine de Buroof, a slender blonde of eleven, rather tall for her age, looking almost naked in her apology of dress, went from group to group, titillating, getting titillated, bold, shameless, tucking up rebellious skirts, asking now here, now there, for a suckeress, and somebody fond of caressing arses. Extravagant and foolish as she was, she ran away as soon as some one was going to satisfy her to address some one else.
Angela, my great friend was together with Georgette Pascal while hugging one another with their hands strayed down between each other's thighs.
If Isabelle had shown me the Chaplain, Liza Carrin and Lucienne in a scoffing manner, I might have taken my revenge by calling her attention to Mr. Gaudin, who was occupied with a pupil of my class, Marguerite Dechelles, a brunette of thirteen, tall, vigorous, rather, but very graceful, very womanlike, with well developed buttocks of which he seemed very fond no doubt by way of contrast to Isabelle's.
Fanny clapped her hands and everybody ceased as though by enchantment. Supper was ready. The meal was served in the refectory. Besides the usual three lengthwise tables there was a fourth placed crosswise so as to preside over the other three. This was the table of honour.
As the nocturnal feast was given in my request I took my seat between the Chaplain and Angela. This part of the feast was very delightful. The table being splendidly laid with flowers, confectionery and no end of wax candles increased the general joy. Some of the pupils waited on table under the direction of Georgette. The attendance left nothing to be desired.
Well, my little friend, said the Chaplain, are you enjoying yourself?
I have danced a great deal, answered I bluntly.
He took my chin in his hand and asked: There are no painful thoughts concealed behind this pretty forehead, I hope?
Indeed I must confess that I was crestfallen.
You little flirt, added he, in a low voice. Tonight I leave you to your pleasures; don't refuse yourself the gratification of your fancies; the advantages of this feast, a real Saturnalia I assure you consists in the fact that the pupils turn mistresses. We shall meet later on to fix our divine relations, my dear.
On sitting down to supper, Miss Juliette had made the following speech:
My dear children! We only wish you joy and happiness, I recommend you to avoid noisy fun so that we may not regret neither our kindness nor the confidence we have in your discretion. After supper, every caprice is allowed. You go to bed noiselessly and without disorder at midnight your mistresses give the signal. Now, help yourself to what is on the table like reasonable people and you will encourage us to repeat these feasts.
The description of the meal can have no charm for you, dear Paul, so I'll skip it. It lasted for more than an hour, Afterwards we scattered to all sides. The flower of the party remained in the ballroom.
I, too, went there. Marie, my best classmate, said in the name of several of her companions. My dear Adeline, we are indebted to you for this feast. Be so kind as to amuse yourself with us for some minutes in order that we may give you proof of our sincere friendship. Command and we will give you the caresses you ask. Would you like me to begin by your arse?
All of you? But that will take the whole night.
Oh, no, cried Lenore; let us go upstairs; it will go on swimmingly in the dormitory. No sooner said than done. In an instant the petticoats were tucked up and I could admire a charming collection of thighs and buttocks. Squatting down behind me, Marie took possession of my arse.
I abandoned myself to the fun as in a delirium. I fingered the first, the second, the third and so on. I received and gave caresses in abundance and growing more and more agitated by the game, we knelt down behind each other, kissing and liking each other's arse and cunt.
The creaking of steps on the staircase dispersed us like a brood of startled ducklings The grown up people had left the drawing room; that is to say that the pupils great and small-not all, however; for some of them' had. Been carried away to their rooms reserved to the Board of Directors used their own discretion.
We thought of nothing but amatory delights
Isabelle was spending with upturned eyes under the ninettes of Bertha Lytton.
Two of the little ones, both precocious and immature children were wriggling, ostentatiously in the midst of the room, surrounded by an inciting crowd.
They formed the figure 69, Angela, one of the spectators, directed the combat of the two children, who enjoying their mutual caresses, only stopped to throw out a. casual remark to the bystanders.
Athenais Caffarel came up to me saying: Will you accompany me?
I was on the point of accepting when Isabella disengaging herself from Bertha, rushed forward and interposed in the most bullying manner: I have asked her before you!
How could I know that, replied Athenais. I won't give way.
Adeline is my sweetheart and in this capacity she belongs to me rather than to anybody else. Is this true, Adeline? Interrogated Athenais.
Yes, replied I. Isabelle and I have come to an agreement but I don't refuse you for that.
But I want you to refuse, cried Isabelle harshly. Oh, what manners, said Athenais. She does not belong to you and before all she is the favorite of the Chaplain and he will be vexed if you monopolize her like that.
Don't meddle in the affairs of others. I do what I like; I'll show you, if you run after her.
I did not know where to look during this discussion. I found my friend and myself very ridiculous.
Isabelle seized me by the arm and dragged me along with her to the dormitory. She had no room of her own.
Why did you not refuse? Said she.
I did not know that the fact of my being your sweetheart excludes me from all other pleasures. You can't be in earnest, why not enjoy all kinds of amatory delights.
Because I want your caresses and you won't give them to me.
Well, now we are together, let us profit by the occasion.
You are enervated; you will not caress me well.
You are a funny creature. Don't let us chat but act.
You know what I like?
Yes, you told me the first time. You like to get your arse tongued; Marie has given you taste for that. Indeed you merit that I lavish my caresses upon it after what you have done. Nevertheless it is so sweet, so pretty, so excitable, that I am dying to tongue it.
She jumped on the bed, tucked up her petticoats and showed me the subject.
The heat emanating from it penetrated all my pores and I determined to excel myself in caressing it.
I got more and more experience at this game. After the respects I had rendered the arse of Nanette and the caresses I had received myself from Marie and others, I began to appreciate the voluptuous charm of those pretty twins and I really believe that I was on the point of catching my friend's passion. When I had Isabelle's pretty dumplings before my eyes and beard her whisper in a low voice that she was longing for my ardent endearments. I contemplated them for a minute and then began to caress them with the palm of my hand. My heart leapt within me.
Isabelle was lying on her side and presented me three fourths of her bottom.
She understood by the pressure of my hand and my pushing her a little more forward that I wanted to approach my face to the blooming plumpness and she turned round her belly.
Then my tongue fluttered over her arse from the loins to the thighs, my fingers slipped to her clitoris; I frigged her, I kissed her, I sucked her, excited to the utmost by the contortions of her bottom, her back, her legs and arms, by the soft movements of her whole body disporting itself in a thousand feverish attitudes. Then the passionate girl all on a sudden turned round and flattened her arse on my face to make me feel its active throbbing, while she frigged herself.