'"I have never yet found such a woman as you describe," I said smiling but drawing away from her a little.
'"Perhaps, you have never looked for one," she answered, moving after me; "tell me, what sort of woman would you like?" '"Oh, I don't know. I have never thought about it at all." '"Ah, I think I know; shall I describe her for you?' she said, glancing at me with an arch expression; 'she should be a brunette and moderately stout; she should have a sprightly manner and be sensible in her talk; and above all, she should have a special fancy for yourself; now, is not that the kind of woman that would please you?" '"Why, I declare, you are describing yourself, Madam Rinaldo, in everything except the last particular." '"Now, there you are wrong, Frances, for let me tell you, and you know an honest confession is always a good thing, I am very fond of you — perhaps I should say, foolishly fond of you — and I would like above all things to enlighten you as to the pleasure a loving woman can give to a young fellow who has the courage to avail himself of the opportunity."
Here, she put her arm around me, and gently drew me toward her, as she whispered; "Now tell my truly, is it not a fact that you have never touched a woman?" '"Of course I have touched them when handing them into a boat, or putting my arm round them when dancing." '"Ah, you know very well I don't mean that kind of touching, you are only pretending to misunderstand me; or do you want me to speak more plainly?' she asked, as she kept pushing up against me and squeezing my arm with her fingers.
'"No, I assure you, my dear madame," yielding a little to her pressure, for I felt amused at her eagerness, and expected that it might furnish me with something funny to tell my lord on his return, "I do not really understand what you mean, as I have never felt inclined to touch a woman in any other way than as I have said."
'"How charming to meet with such innocence! How happy I shall be if you, like a dear boy, will allow me to teach you what is the truest joy and the greatest happiness of life — " here she took my hand and placed it on her thigh; "don't you know that every woman has a little treasure which she keeps carefully covered up, and the touch of which causes most men great delight; would you not like to feel it for yourself?" and she pressed my hand down between her thighs.
'"I don't much care," I replied, resigning my hand, however, to her wanton guidance. "I really am unacquainted with the pleasure you speak of." 'She seemed almost irritated by my slowness. "What," she asked, with amorous fire blazing in her eyes, "what sort of stuff are you made of?
Perhaps you have no article at all! No masculine organs to infuse some heat into your cold blood! Let me try," and she suddenly dived her hand between my thighs.
'"Oh, don't," I responded, firmly closing my legs together, "I cannot let any other woman touch me there. I promised my dear mother when leaving home that no woman should make free with me until I came back to her again; and I mean to keep my promise." 'Her face flushed; she had gone too far to recede; and fearing she might be balked at last, she seized my hand and thrust it under her clothes;
"Well, at all events, put your hand on my cunt;" she cried in her mad excitement. "You made no promise not to do that! What more can I do except let you see it? Here, Francis, I can refuse you nothing. I know how young fellows like to look at a woman's cunt — see, here it is — this is my treasure, hidden from all the world except my husband, and I show it to you; put your hand on it," she said, drawing up her petticoats, and spreading her thighs.
'To humour her and carry on the joke, I placed my face on her very pretty and nicely formed quim. Its lips, which pouted out in ripe luxuriance, were thickly covered on the edges by a skirting of black hair, very crisp and curly. They ere not so fair as mine outside, but were brighter red within, while the clitoris, the fullest I ever saw, projected like the prick of a little boy, and was of a deep ruby tinge. Rubbing my finger down the slit, I said, "and so, this pretty looking mouth is your cunt! And is it through this you piddle?" I asked, looking very innocent, and touching her clitoris.
'"No, I don't know what that is for, only that I like to have it rubbed; the little hole for piddling is lower down, in the middle of the slit, just here.'
'"How funny! Then you must wet your cunt every time you piddle; I like the way a boy is made much better, for he can piss without himself; but I wonder why such a big mouth is necessary for such a small stream to come out of." '"You little goose, or you little humbug, I am not sure which! Don't you know that the cunt is made for a prick such as you have, or ought to have, if you are a boy at all." I started, fearing she had made some discovery, but it was only a random hit, for she went on: "and perhaps, in your simplicity, you think your prick is only made for piddling too. I wish you would let me put my hand on it, and I would soon teach you the difference." '"I would gladly let you, my dear Madame Rinaldo, but for my promise, for I would like to please you. Meantime, tell me, as you are so king, how the prick goes into the cunt, and what sort of feeling you have when it gets in; and if you wish I will go on rubbing this part while you are telling me." '" Well, Francis, I never met anyone like you before, but I will enlighten you so far as you will let me. I suppose you know what it is for your prick to grown large and stiff, and stand up; that is called an erection; and a prick is no good, in a woman's estimation, unless it can stand up, firm and strong. Now if you were fond of me, and your prick in good order, you would take it out for me to see and handle, then you would get over me and I would lean back and let you in between my thighs.
Then you would open the lips of my cunt and place the head of your prick at the lower end of the slit and push it up the passage. Then you would work it in and out, which is called fucking, driving it up again, while I would hold you in my arms and keep kissing you and saying how much I enjoyed the motion of your prick in my cunt; and heaving up my bottom, I would cry: fuck me, fuck me, my love, oh! what pleasure! Oh! what delight! Fuck — fuck — fuck. And you would grunt and cry: Oh! as the pleasure went on increasing; and when at last you felt the hot spunk leaving your cods and darting through your prick, you would give a shout as the great thrill of pleasure agitated your whole body; then plunging your prick as far as possible into my cunt, you would like panting on my belly.
'"Oh, Francis! You are giving me such pleasure! Rub the clitoris harder, now press up your two fingers together, or three if you like." Here wee were both startled by a shuffling noise outside the door. Madame hastily put herself to rights, muttering between her teeth, what a nuisance when she felt she was just coming. I jumped up, and quickly opening the door saw something like the skirts of the maid, Juanita, disappearing at the end of the passage. I did not tell Madame Rinaldo what I saw, for I thought it better not to arouse her suspicions against her maid, but only said I could see nothing to account for the noise; yet it would be wiser for me to leave her for the present I said, with a significant smile, as I went out and closed the door.
'Curiosity, however, induced me to follow the maid, treading as softly with my slippered feet as I could. She had gone to her own room, hurriedly shut the door and thrown herself on the bed.
'The door was imperfectly fastened and by a gentle push I opened it sufficiently to get a view of Juanita, with her clothes tossed up, her thighs spread open, her head thrown back and her eyes turned up, frigging her cunt with the middle finger of her right hand. In the midst of her muttered exclamations of pleasure, as she endeavoured by energetic friction to satisfy the importunate cravings of her love chink, I fancied I heard the sound of my own name. This of course naturally