“It is disgusting to see a young lady jumping about a room stark naked. Lilian, are you not ashamed?”
She took my words literally and rushed to huddle on her chemise.
“Of course, I'm naked! I forgot that!”
And she sat on the sofa trying to hide her pussy. I soon laughed her out of her chemise again and she was in my arms once more.
Then I gamahuched her seriously, reversed over her sideways, while she felt my spear, and stroked the appendages, masturbating me as I had just taught her. I did not ask her to touch me thus while I sucked her. She did it of her own accord. I opened the big lips of her little shaded slit, and looked well at it and inside it. It was small and pink, rather tight and thin inside, but seemingly little. The vagina was clearly closed up. She was a perfect virgin. She spent, and we rested awhile.
“Now you!” she said.
“How?”
“As you like!”
I opened my legs, and placed her on her knees between my outstretched thighs. She bent her head and engulfed her playfellow. After a few hints, she sucked me like a professional. Her large mouth and sensual thick lips proved that she was born to be a sucker of men's tools all her life. I took her cheeks in my two hands, and held her head still, as I moved slowly in and out of her mouth, telling her that I was having connection with her in a vile, unnatural manner. I then took it out of her mouth, and made her suck the balls alone, and tickle the erect member up and down the shaft with the pointed end of her tongue. While she was busily engaged on the little olives in their purse, I rubbed my organ, all wet as it was, on her flushed cheeks, and informed her I should emit one day on her face, and in her hair, and in fact all over her, until every part of her body had been sullied by me. She got very excited by listening to this filthy talk, as she performed her task and worked fast and furiously. I put my thigh between her legs and rubbed it against her furrow. At last, I felt I could bear the touch of her tongue no longer. I held her head, and pushed up and down myself, talking to her in a most disgusting manner, as the storm burst, and she tickled my member with her tongue until I was forced to push her away.
She looked up, and talked to me very gravely and seriously.
“You see, it is all gone!”
I praised her, and she asked me timidly to be allowed to drink a little water. That I graciously permitted, and the voluptuous vestal begged me to let her suck again! She liked doing it!
It was five o'clock. We had been in the room since a quarter to three. I was dead beat, and I had not yet packed up my things for my departure the next day. We kissed and said good bye effusively.
She showed great jealousy, and tried to get me to talk about other women, probably to hear about my mistress. She would not believe I was going alone to Lamalou. She told me that she would write to me every day to prevent me forgetting her. I was not to have any love-affair with a woman, but she allowed me a night with a female now and again, as she was sure I needed it. She did not care how many different women I had, but would brook no rival. She could not receive any answers to her letters at her house, as the postmark would betray her. So I arranged to reply under initials to the post-office, rue de Strasbourg, next to the Gare de l'Est. She was not allowed to go to Paris alone without valid reasons, but often unaware her people sent her up to fetch something, but she had to return by the next train. On those occasions she could go to the post-office. She did not care much about the accommodation of the rue de Leipzig. The little minx would have liked me to take a place of my own, where she could keep a peignoir, etc.
She was fully dressed again, and said that when she talked to me she got quite wet. I verified the fact. Inside the big lips, which were very large and hairy, there was an astonishing amount of moisture, but as they closed so perfectly her cleft was dry outside.
I told her about French letters. She did not know what they were.
“Why don't you get some, and then you could have me entirely, without fear of getting me in the family way?”
“Why don't you… “ was a favorite expression of Lilian's, but I knew I could not rely upon it.
I made her feel outside my trousers how the knowledge that she was so wet excited me, and she wanted to get on the bed again.
I asked her if her stepfather looked like a man who might be reading The Horn Book on the sly? I told her I was certain that he was in love with her.
“Why do you think that?” she asked me, assuming a very innocent air.
“Because you are a girl who must fatally excite men's lust, and I cannot understand how he can live under the same roof with you, and not want you, especially as I know he is of a very voluptuous nature and doesn't care much for your mother.”
I watched her narrowly as I said this, but she did not turn a hair. There was no indignation, real or feigned, nor any disgust or astonishment.
“You should rub against him whenever you can, and let your cheek and hair touch his face while typewriting together, etc., and then look at his trousers and see if he is in erection. You will then know if he has the carnal desire for you that I suspect.”
“The other day,” she replied, “he came into my bedroom without knocking. I was in my chemise, doing my hair in front of the glass. He turned very red and looked so silly. He scolded me for not locking my door and I answered that he ought to have knocked.”
But she forgot about the curtained opening between the two rooms.
She mentioned that her favorite Blackamoor had contracted the habit of getting on her chair behind her back, and sniffing under her armpits. I told her to wash that part frequently.
“I do, of course, every morning!”
“Then use a strongly perfumed toilet soap. Dogs hate perfumes of any kind.”
“Mother says I must never use soap under my arms. It is very bad.”
“If you want to catch the men by the odor of women, by all means do not use soap. But the advice of your mother is what might be given to a cocotte, not to a respectable girl, and surprises me very much. But I suppose she does not know.”
And then I slipped the promised fifty francs into her hand, and put her in a fly. With many protestations of affection, she left me, quite an altered girl; loving, and all her shame gradually going from her. I thought that after a few more meetings like this one, I should have no more to teach her.
5
Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banished lover, or some captive maid:
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires.
The virgin's wish without her fears, impart;
Excuse the blush and pour out all the heart.
The Right Honorable Earl of Fontarcy was an old friend of mine, and our acquaintanceship was of over fifteen years standing, as far as I can recollect. He was superior to me in every way, by position, birth, wealth, and education, and I looked up to him and admired him, for he possessed all the solid qualities of the Anglo-Saxon. He was a man of few words; undemonstrative, but strictly honorable; shrewd, and farseeing. I was very proud of his friendship, and I tried to be as staunch as possible towards him. I never cared to have friends who were beneath me in social position, nor visit people of no education. If I could not go into the drawing-room of the highest in the land, I preferred to stop away, or taste the pleasures of solitude. Therefore, I felt proud and flattered that Lord Fontarcy should seek my society. When I went to England, he invited me to his mansion in London, or received me at his castle in the country, and he never passed through Paris without seeking me out. He is over sixty as I write, and is still active and energetic, masterful and born to command. He had the same unprejudiced ideas as I have, with regard to the relationships of the sexes, and, as two voluptuous men of the world, we had had some extraordinary adventures together, which, however, have no bearing on the little episode of my life that I am now narrating.