All I saw were now mine!.. mine! These lovely legs, these slender, dainty calves. She was wearing the same underclothing as on the last occasion, — tiny kid-shoes, cream-coloured silk stockings, blue garters. On her right thigh was a tiny brown mole mark! Oh! how I longed to kiss everything! — that lovely satin skin, that silky chestnut triangular patch of curls which formed so adorable a contrast to her blond beauty! — how I would have liked to put my mouth on the delicious little slit which was now beginning to open its pouting lips! But I hadn't the time now! I had to keep holding her clothes up! Another time I would repay myself with interest!
Recalled thus to the sweet reality, I placed myself between her charming legs, I pulled her clothes still higher up, I rapidly undid the front of my breeches and freed my imprisoned member — then shoved it still and burning into the sweet opening that was impatiently awaiting its introduction, — while at the same time I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into the mouth of my pretty victim.
"Bertha!.. oh! Bertha!.. oh! how heavenly!.. you're delicious!.. divine!.. oh! you angel!.. you angel!.."
Women as a rule do not let their lovers who are rogering them for the first time understand how they appreciate the pleasure that is wildly rioting through them all the time, for they love to behave as if they were being violated! Mme. de Baisieux only departed from this policy to murmur as we were approaching the sweet ecstatic conclusion. "Oh!.. please… please… take it out!.. not inside me!.. no! no! please!" Although I was mad with pleasure I had sufficient control of myself to obey her. Unfortunate results might otherwise arise from our pleasure. Oh! mysterious decrees of Providence! — without you how much more amiable and obliging women would be, — and also how deliciously libertine!
It comes back to me how I was kissing her tiny ear ornamented with a single pearl as I awaited the moment when I must withdraw my prick from inside her in accordance with her prudent request. The moment arrived, — everything shot on to her white petticoat!
I offered her my handkerchief.
"But then you won't have a handkerchief!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, yes! — I'll preserve it in memory of the delicious use you will have made of it!" I replied with a smile. She blushed prettily.
While we were exchanging the loving kisses which follow so tender an encounter, we heard a little voice at the door!
"Cousin, cousin, haven't you finished killing the rats yet?" We had absolutely forgotten all about the child that was patiently waiting outside!
"Yes, yes!" called out my lovely companion raising herself hurriedly and flushing scarlet — "I'm just coming! — I've killed the last I think!"
We couldn't maintain our seriousness at the plaintive trouble in the little voice that had thus interrupted us.
"Here I am, dear, I'm just coming. Don't come in!"
"Good-bye Bertha, my darling!" I, whispered, — when again?"
"Oh! — never, never!"
"You little humbug! Shall we say tomorrow?"
"No, no!.. I'll tell you, later!"
"One last kiss then!" She gave me a delicious one in which her tongue and mine also said goodbye!" Now goodbye!..Au revoir!"
As she neared the door, she brushed and dusted herself, took a glance in a pocket mirror she had with her, wave her hand lovingly to me, said goodbye again with her eyes, — then slipped out.
As soon as I considered she would got to a safe distance, I in my turn crept out, hurried off to my bedroom and quickly changed my things, as they carried evident traces of our sweet combat! Then I picked up my cartridge pouch and set off to rejoin the shooting party, my absence being hardly an hour. How one can employ time sometimes!
From that day, for Mme. de Baisieux and me, the term to kill a rat became synonymous with "have a turn." In spite of her innocent air, she was full of mischief, and did not hesitate to let herself loose in her love-letters to me. In memory of the adventure she adopted the following formula in her billets-doux.
"Mon cher Monsieur, will you give the pleasure of your company at a rat hunt on… next at the usual place." She continued to send me these invitations after we had returned to Paris, even when her husband was there; he did not stay there long, but his presence nevertheless was a nuisance as it of necessity reduced the frequency of our "hunts and the consequent opportunities of satisfying our desires!
When our liaison had become very intimate I told her that one day I had surprised her in the act of "frigging" herself! I was sweetly scolded for thus playing the spy on a "poor lone woman," but I was soon pardoned, and she consented to let me see the book which seemed to arouse the desires which she strove thus to satisfy. She had found it among her brother's papers. It was The Confessions of a Woman of the "World," illustrated in the most lascivious way, — enough to excite anyone's senses!
"On the day we first killed the rat, what bit were you reading?" I asked softly.
In pretty embarrassment she pointed out to me the following lines, which we then read together:
"As I lay on my back on my sofa, stretched out at full length with my legs widely parted, my lover fell on his knees in front of me and in the most delicious way sucked me till I spent in thrilling delirium!"
Needless to sat we did not read any more that day! And I take this opportunity to express to the amiable author and to his clever illustrator my sincere thanks for having thus aroused a fire which I was able to extinguish in the pleasantest way possible!
CHAPTER 4
If from time immemorial the French woman, especially the Parisienne, has enjoyed the reputation of being in love affairs the most agreeable and the most sprightly of her sex, and of knowing how to impart to her favours a piquancy which greatly augments their value, I venture to consider that the Vienna ladies should be allowed to participate in this praise, especially such as have had the benefit of Parisian education, — for their elegance, their air of distinction, their coquetry, their talent for being discreetly provoking, in no way ranks behind their Parisian sisters whom often they surpass in beauty of form and figure. Full of curiosity in all matters appertaining to sexual love, they delight to make a study of them and to lose themselves in dream eroticism, in meditations of the most refined lubricity, — after which they will resume in the easiest manner possible the outward appearance of the most virtuous and well-behaved woman.
Such at all events was Mme. de Schoenfutz. Transplanted from the banks of the Danube to those of the Seine, she had there found so many subjects for amorous study that she did not long live in accord with her legal lord and master; the latter, like a wise man, avoided any scandal by quietly letting her live as she chose while he in turn did as he also pleased.
It was I who was the privileged mortal with whom she took her first lessons in the Art of Love, with whom she made her first studies, — which we did not hesitate to carry on to extremes!
She was a delicious pupil, so full of enthusiasm! I could conduct her and teach her the most outrageous method of unrestrained lust as long as I did so by agreeable and picturesquely amusing paths! — and there was little doubt that I had hit off the right way, as very soon she became most expert!
But everything comes to an end, even such delightful refinements of amorous pleasure. She began to put into practice with others the lessons I had taught her, — while I passed on to the education of other pupils. Since then we had often met — but Our Lady Venus did not receive any sweet sacrifice from us, partly because the occasions were not propitious and time was wanting. Now the attractions of the hunting season had brought us together at the Chateau de V…