Thus I said to Hyacinthe, who heard me through, whilst sweetly licking Cora's clitoris, who was commencing to enjoy. Suddenly she raised herself.
“You wish it!” she cried to me.
“Do I wish it!” I replied with ardour. “Regulars or not, I will thread Hyacinthe, and thee after her, and Hyacinthe again after thee!”
“My Lord,” said Cora, pleasantly, “thy will be done!”
She announced that she wished to direct the warm action which was going to open between the fair Hyacinthe and myself. She made Hyacinthe place herself on her knees on the sofa. I threw up the clothes of the young hetaera, and whilst she was taking off the napkin I kissed her pretty backside. Her croup appeared to me a little short, but of a perfect rondeur, with mellow flesh and velvety skin. However, the napkin fell.
“One, two, three-off!” cried Cora.
I advanced a quivering hand, and found-a prickle! An enormous prickle!
Cora, sunk back on the sofa, once more died with laughter.
“Go on, go on!” she cried to me. “Ah, you wished to feel at a pretty boy. But you would not dare. I said truly that you would not have the courage. Eh, well! Eh, well, but he is going-”
“I go in!” I cried.
“But,” said Cora, sitting up, “I want my share. Stop, my lovers, stop! Hyacinthe shall do me in front while you do him behind.”
“By all the devils, no!” I replied resolutely; “I take all! I want the knuckle of mutton!”
I entered without difficulty into the admirable backside of the fair and delicate Hyacinthe; I clasped with full hands his member, stronger than iron. What a strange sensation!
I had often sodomised woman, a man never. The pleasure is different. Is it prejudice which mingles with it? Is it the victory obtained over this ridiculous prejudice which makes this pleasure bitterer and more vehement? Yes or no, has nature given me the faculty of enjoying? She has made no distinction between sex or means!
Never had I pressed such mellow buttocks as those of this young lad. I penetrated into him even to his entrails, I moved my hands with fury, and his boiling semen flooded them. Cora clung to our side, drunk with desire, flushed, and uttering a thousand abusive epithets on us.
“Pigs! Infamous paederasts! Practitioners in sodomy! And I, shall I, then, enjoy nothing?”
Hyacinthe, spent, went to sit down on the sofa. Under his woman's dress, still raised to his waist, his shining thighs appeared. Ah! I was no less drunk than poor Cora, disinherited and stripped of pleasure! How seducing this young Hyacinthe was! When everything in him seemed so feminine, was it quite certain that he was a man? There was nothing, even to this member so great and so robust, even to this superb article, which did not show I know not what grace! I could not prevent myself from attaching my lips there.
But Cora threw herself on us like a lioness. It was but just to yield to the furies of the poor deprived girl.
“Kiss her, Hyacinthe,” I cried, “kiss her, then!”
The spectacle which they both gave me rendered me capable of a second combat. But this time I prayed my young friend to quit his woman's clothes. I had the courage of my crime.
Hyacinthe, naked, appeared to me like one of those beautiful adolescents of whom the ancient poets speak. The charming child, burning to please me, wished to procure me a new pleasure: he knelt down in front of me.
Ah! he was abler at this game than a woman! He has not known happiness, he who has not been sucked by a bardash!
EPILOGUE
I had said all.
My Duchess sprang up like a whirlwind. She threw herself on the edge of the bed.
“Thy stories have set me on fire. I cannot tell thee what I am thinking. I burn, come!”
As she threw up her clothes herself, her noble and dainty jewel appeared under its blonde wig between her widely spread thighs. It was not a long matter, but you may well imagine that it was warm. With three thrusts of the loins the ejaculation came.
The Duchess reseated herself in front of the fire, thoughtful, and with her head resting on her hands.
An instant after, I heard her sigh, “How I should like to see a dildo!”
I did not reply, but went straight to my coat, and drew thence the required article.
“That is one, then!” she cried.
She placed it on the mantelshelf in front of the clock; the mirror reflected the image of this marvellous instrument, which was of an enormous size; in this manner she saw double.
However, she undressed herself.
When she was perfectly naked, she took in her right hand the dildo, with her left she seized my member, which had regained its most glorious stiffness.
“Duchess of my heart,” I said to her, “the artificial one for the front, the natural one for the behind!”
“That is what I wish,” she replied.
The Duchess knelt on the sofa; the temple of Gomorrha opened itself before my eyes. My tongue first threaded this mysterious avenue, then I presented my member. I introduced at the same time the dildo in front.
“Ah!” she said, “you rend me in every part! These are cruel delights-the delights of hell!”
She enjoyed as one damned.
A plentiful ablution of cold water quenched the fire which devoured her after this terrible exercise. We entered the bed; she slept exhausted in my arms. The rays of the sun, which penetrated into the room in spite of the curtains and well-closed shutters, soon troubled the tranquillity of this reinvigorating slumber. Dreams enveloped my Duchess, and such dreams! “Blanche did it to the Marquise,” she said quite loudly, for her dreams recalled to her the remembrance of one of the stories which I had related to her. “Oh! the pigs! Blanche, you do it well-only a woman can lick another woman.”
Visions of Lesbos troubled the Duchess. She visibly desired to have experience of this unknown pleasure. I congratulated her on her awakening, and repeated to her what she had said in her dreams.
“You wish to be tribadised!” I said to her.
She defended herself but feebly.
“And besides, who would tribadise me?” she replied. “I do not know any friends who have these tastes.”
“We will seek!” said I, embracing her. “Let us seek and we shall find. Duchess of my soul, hast thou not first thy waiting-women?”
She struck her forehead. “I have Fanny!” she cried.
Fanny was one of her chambermaids, a mettlesome wanton, fresh as a wild cherry, who, having the sole charge of her mistress's toilet, did no menial work.
I cried, “Let us call Fanny!”
The Duchess rang.
“You will arrange the matter,” she said to me. Fanny entered.
“Good morning, saucy one,” I said to her. “How much a month do you earn by dressing your mistress?”
“One hundred francs, sir.”
“Should you like three hundred? Lift this covering, and kiss the golden-haired mount of the Duchess which is waiting for you!”
“Ah!” said Fanny. “I did that for much less to the Baroness de Mentroshdorff, whom I did not love, and I love Madame la Duchesse!”
She came forward, and was already at the side of the bed, when the Duchess spoke.
“Undress yourself, my little Fanny,” she said in a feeble voice.
And Fanny obeyed. She was a brunette, robust and firm as a country beauty, although as lascivious as a town slut. When she let fall her chemise, a black hillock appeared to our sight, covering a rosy coynte.
Meanwhile the Duchess was preparing herself. She opened her thighs and closed her eyes. Fanny flung herself on her like a vulture on its prey, and I heard the sound of two learned lips kissing and sucking, then a rippling of the tongue, sighs, and broken words. The Duchess was repeating her dream.