As she stood in front of me, I took off her petticoat, and she, in obedience to my wishes, at once dropped her drawers and was naked, with the exception of her loose robe, chemise, shoes, and stockings. I will not weary my reader with an account of my ecstatic caresses, lickings, and feeling of that serpentine body I loved so well, and which I had not seen naked for four months, but I must describe how I fulfilled a strange longing I had felt for some time past.
I had in my pocket the leather belt of which I have already spoken, and she graciously permitted me to clasp it round her naked waist.
I drew it in as far as it would go, and unluckily found I had forgotten my penknife, or I would have made some fresh holes, to tighten it still more, as my idea was to hurt her a little. It excited my passion to a great extent to imagine that a woman could endure a little suffering for my sake. The circumference of her naked waist was about twenty inches, and I could have easily have gained a couple more had I persevered. She complained in a sweet way that she was not at her ease, and that she did not look pretty, as her little belly jutted out in front by the pressure of the girdle. Paying no heed to her peevish complaints, I drew another strap from my pocket, and fastened her legs securely together just above the knee.
Then I forced a passage through her legs from the front, and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of roughly pushing my hand between her smooth thighs thus drawn together. She seemed to enjoy the fun, especially as I did not forget to caress her clitoris, ever moist, on the way. Now I altered my tactics, and keeping my right hand forced against her slit, my left tried to effect a passage through the strapped thighs from behind.
Directly I began to push my hand under her bottom, she gradually let herself fall to the ground, and with many a contortion, managed to dislodge my fingers. She swore I tickled her to such an extent that she could not bear it. I desisted, having long since made up my mind that I would allow myself to be made a fool of, until I should tire of the role of victim, and so I released her legs, but left the belt still round her waist. I then asked her what I should do to her, and she asked me to provoke her orgasm with my tongue and quickly installed herself upon the little sofa for that purpose. I was in a good humor and smiled to myself, as I thought what splendid control I had over my passions. Here was a woman who swore continually that she adored me, exercising all her cunning to keep up the pretence of her virginity, and trying all she could do to present only a front view of her secret charms. She willingly stood up naked before me, but when I approached her from behind, when my fingers could have so easily slipped into an excited vagina, she artfully wriggled away. I ought perhaps have spoken, but I was curious to see what she meant, and where she was going. Did she know, poor fool that she was?
She reclined upon the couch, and I was soon on my knees, my tongue sucking and licking all her body, from her breasts to her knees.
I was very excited, albeit I never lost my presence of mind with her, and I told her I loved to lick her all over and I felt certain that at some time or another I had kissed every part of her body, except her feet.
“Oh! You kissed and licked my feet, too, once!” she exclaimed.
“Did I? When was that, darling?” I knew perfectly well that I had never done so to her.
“In August, when you slept all night with me.”
What strange illusions, and what a quantity of lovers she must have had to so mix up their caresses! I grunted an answer that might have meant anything, as my mouth and tongue were busy at work upon her lively clitoris; and I found, being perfectly cool and collected, that her private parts were quite different beneath my lips, being fatter and more open, and my tongue seemed to slip more easily within and penetrate further. I now began to caress her with my hands, while I continued sucking her in the most artistic and elaborate way I could, and I tried to get hold of her two hairy lips and, under pretence of caressing her, force a finger within. But she was too artful for me and, taking my hands in hers, drew them away. She seemed to enjoy my efforts to please her, and kept me between her legs so hard at work that I lost all desire and got quite tired. I remember now how I thought of Charlotte, and guessed she had pumped my Lilian dry on Sunday, and Monday morning too, and I grasped the difficulty of my task with Lilian, having to fight against Papa, Lolotte, and her other lovers.
And so I sucked and sucked, my penis rising and falling, according as my thoughts led me, but Lilian hid with closed eyes, enjoying the sensation caused by my industrious tongue.
Now and then, she would murmur: “Enough! Enough!” and then, of course, I went on more ardently than ever. But the best of everything must come to an end and she at last pushed me away, I must have been at least an hour between her thighs, which I consider a record time for such a young woman.
She lay panting; breathing heavily, her eyes half-closed, her legs outstretched; all in voluptuous disorder, her shift rucked up to her navel and wide open in front, showing the ruby nipples on her baby breasts.
“Now I am going to see if you are still a virgin, as you agreed to let me do.”
“All right,” she said, dreamily, raising herself a little, “How will you do it?”
“With my finger,” and I went to work and just placed my index at the entrance of her grotto. She started and drew herself up, out of my reach.
“Oh, it is so tender and sensitive so soon after spending!”
Here was yet another proof of the wrecked virginity, but I took not the slightest notice. I found this useless fencing very curious, but I wanted to ejaculate also and therefore resolved not to quarrel. I drew near to her head, as she reclined lazily on the couch, and I rubbed my weapon and my testicles all over her face for a few minutes, reveling in the fascinating contact.
“I shall spend on your face, dear.”
“Oh, don't do that!” she cried out in alarm.
“Well then, take me in your mouth.”
“I can't, I am still sore about the gums.”
She was so indolent, tired, and worn, that I could see she was quite out of sorts, and would have thought it fine fun to let me depart as I had come. But I induced her royal highness to take it in her hand, and she gripped it tightly and manipulated it cleverly enough as I stood by the side of the sofa, my breeches down, while she still lay in the same position.
“Let me see it,” she said, turning her face towards its scarlet head.
I was getting near the crisis now, under the influence of her soft hand, and I held her head up and said to her:
“Look at it! Keep your eyes on it!”
She fixed her gaze upon it for a second, and then turned her eyes away and released her hold. A tired expression came over her face; she had spent her fill and wished me to finish quickly, or not at all. How selfish she was! How she loved me!
“How shall I spend?”
“With my hand! Make haste!” And she accelerated her masturbating movements.
“Let me spend on you!” I exclaimed, panting with suppressed desire.
She laughed, but opened her peignoir and pulled up her chemise, exposing herself completely, as she guessed my wish. She gripped my bursting rod fast, and, shaking it violently to and fro, I felt the most torturing pleasure as the floodgates opened, and the seed flew in the air, to my great delight and relief. She held the red knob well over her belly, but her grasp was so convulsive that the liquor escaped with difficulty and in tiny spurts and clots. As she felt the hot drops fall rapidly, one by one, on her hairy mount and stomach, she uttered a little cry of surprise and dismay at the fall of each one: