PROVIDENCE is the grand stalking-horse of kings, of nobles, and of priests, in fact of intriguers of all shades, who under the cloak of hypocrisy, gain their ends by deceiving the vulgar herd, and at the same time giving themselves up to their desires with perfect impunity and so gratifying their passions, and their most abandoned lusts, casting up their eyes they smile and calmly assure you that this providence they call divine rules our destiny, punishes the wicked and rewards virtue. But-looking at what passes daily before our eyes, one is tempted to doubt this providence, to deny its existence even; on all sides vice triumphs, the wicked prosper whilst virtue and probity groan under the weight of trouble and misfortune. You find fault with this? You question the justice of providence, they answer in the line of the poet.
"The happiness the sinner knows, Ever like a torrent flows."
And you are forced to give way and allow the truth of this by striking and irresistible proofs; this torrent flows slowly enough for the larger number, and the crowd of virtuous go down into its eternal tomb without having known all the happiness and enjoyment and various methods of fucking.
Whilst wise hypocrites, lascivious deceivers, never detected, and respected by everyone, grow old in health, joy, and peace, in the bosom of all the delights of love and lust, never troubling themselves about the future, which is extremely doubtful after all and they are right, at any rate providence seems to approve of their conduct.
In order to prove what we advance we will content ourselves with bringing forward first the example, and the most incredulous will end by being persuaded that providence is really the shield and cloak of men and women who are only born to delight in what prigs and prudes blush at, and who, sately covered with outward show of religion and virtue, indulge in the wildest transports of voluptuousness, natural and unnatural. As they mask all this with art and address, fortune lends them a disguise inpenetrable to all eyes: the prick of the priest stands as stiffly under his cassock as does that of the man of the world,, and the cunt of the nun or sister of charity, swims with lust and pants for vice as much as that of the harlot, but all is disguised and they enjoy the pleasures of vice and the respectability of virtue. It is thus that one sees the pure and brilliant tints of the rainbow reflected upon the scales of the most venomous serpents.
Valentine de St. Geraud was the model that we are about to present to our readers; he was under a happy star and what is better extremely rich. They were justly esteemed, and deserved it, their son had the same advantage, but he certainly did not deserve it. Vice and depravity were his only attributes and he had only one talent thoroughly developed and that was to correal his frightful passions under the mask of hypocrisy and no one was clever enough to make him crop it.
The education he had received was only useful to him so far as it taught, him to fathom the dangerous art of dissimulation, and to put it into practice so having neither conscience nor remorse succeeded in persuading himself that everything was permissible if it conduced to success; that alone made great men, as defeat and failure made criminals and landed them on the scaffold, these were the two causes of all reputations, more or less audacity, astuteness or skill.
At eighteen years of age in the spring-time of life, at the age when usually one is candid, pure, sensible to friendship and virgin to vices, Saint Geraud had all of them.
These attributes were already budding in his breast, he felt their fatal influence, he knew the dangers that attended them, he knew that they were the shame and bane of society, and yet he burned to let them burst forth, but he wished to do it with safety, and he was already penetrated with the wise principle which says "dissimulate to rule," and so he covered himself with a cloak, which he never quitted, and a most perfect calm, and a serenity, the (apparent) companion of a soul pure and without spot, caused his manners to be extremely delightful and even when rage, anger, fury, lust and the thirst for blood and vengeance devoured him internally the calm smile of kindliness and good temper was ever on his lips and his handsome eyes had a look of beatitude peculiar to him, and which seemed to belong to him alone. His parents congratulated themselves on having given birth to a being that society took for a model of virtue, and their friends and relations were equally delighted with and proud of him. Saint Geraud seemed heedless of praise or flattery, and received them with modesty, the attribute of true merit and virtue, and established his spotless character on an unassailable basis. Thus any adverse criticism, would and could produce no effect on him, and truth itself could have passed for slander had it attacked his principles and actions. It was soon after having taken up this impregnable position that he made his debut in vice, the occasion soon presenting itself.
His father received a letter which announced that his sister was dangerously ill, and that the doctors despaired saving her. She was a widow and had but one only child, who would become an orphan if she had the misfortune to lose her mother, but Saint Geraud's parents had already resolved to adopt her, in that case.
To the rarest beauty Eugenie united talents which made every one admire her who knew her; but young St. Geraud had never seen her, and the way people talked of her virtues made him take a great dislike to her; he was jealous and looked on her as a sort of rival, who would take away a share of the praises people bestowed on him. Saint Geraud the elder went down to see his sister immediately, he made all speed, but when he arrived she was very ill although preserving consciousness. The advent of her brother appeared to bring her round a little, but it was only temporary. Eugenie who adored her mother, had cherished hopes of her recovery, but soon had to abandon them. Before breathing her last she entrusted Eugenie to her brother, who promised to look on her as his own child, and this promise soothed her last moments. Two days later she expired; Eugenie burst into tears and her uncle could scarcely calm her despair.
He finished all business as quickly as possible, and after having interred his sister with the usual obsequies he set off with Eugenie at once in order to separate her from a place fraught with so many sweet and bitter memories. They soon arrived home, Madame Geraud received her niece as a dear daughter and promised to take her mother's place.
Valentine was scarcely astonished at his cousin's many charms of face and figure, and his eyes wandered from her lovely face to her rounded bosoms and little feet and hands. She on her side greeted him with the affection of a sister. They kissed each other, and this warm kiss lit in his wanton soul a violent passion that he swore to gratify at the earliest opportunity, as for Eugenie she only saw a friend and brother in her cousin and a tender and sincere friendship was the only sentiment that made her heart beat with affection.
Change of home, friends, life, and the touching care that they lavished on Eugenie calmed her grief, and all her charms were soon at their full height once more.
The society in which Madame Saint-Geraud moved, was pleased enough to render homage to her beauty and virtue, and the whole town repeated these praises. They talked of nothing else, and all the young men envied Valentine's luck in being able to see her, and be with her every day. He alone appeared quite insensible outwardly, whilst mad with lust inwardly, and each day thinking how best to make his lovely cousin his very own.
The society in which the Saint-Gerauds moved was composed of the richest and most distinguished people of the town.
M. de Valbreuse came there with his son, who could not sec Eugenie without failing madly in love with her, and he was a man formed to please ever) woman.
Valentine, who joined to astuteness of intellect very great penetration and foresight, perceived this growing amour and that Eugenie was by no means indifferent, to this love. To assure himself of this fact he arranged matters so as to become the confidant of Valbreuse, they were friends and lovers as a rule are very indiscreet confidants.
He had made up his mind to keep the two lovers under ins eye without giving up his projects; he had determined to possess his cousin, without marrying her of course, and he thought rightly that this was just what his rival intended to do.
He thought it wise to sound his cousin on her secret thoughts, and he questioned her in a brotherly way about the various people who came to the house She gave her opinion quickly enough, on the young folks who came to dinners, bails, etc ... but whenever Valbreuse was mentioned then Eugenie was embarrassed and answered his questions in an evasive manner. That was quite enough to tell him all he wanted to know. As for Valbreuse he was less discreet, and confessed the instant St. Geraud questioned him that he was head-over-ears in lava with Eugenic begged him to be favourable, to help him in his amour, and told him of his fixed intention, to take his own father in his confidence with the with the view of asking Eugenie in marriage.
Valentine saw that he had not a moment to lose to succeed in his projects, and laid his plans accordingly.
The chamber his cousin occupied was close to his own, and he made arrangements that he amid let himself into her room whenever it was necessary. He furnished himself with a duplicate key, and took off the bolt which was on the door, so that she could not lock it on the inside, and as he always sat near her at table and usually helped her to everything, he prepared a sleeping draught, strong but tasteless, that he could pour into her wine whenever he judged that the time had come for action.
The next day the father of Valbreuse asked the hand of Eugenie of M. Saint-Geraud, who was charmed, then spoke to the young lady, who consented willingly enough. Valentine was consulted and gave his cheerful consent; Eugenie, who had a sister's love for him showed her satisfaction, and kissed him warmly, which confirmed him all the more in the frightful resolution that he had taken to ravish her, and revel in her virgin charms. Valbreuse spoke to him of his love, of his happiness, and thanked him for having been favourable to his suit. Valentine congratulated him and promised to stand his friend in everything, and swore that he was delighted to become connected with him.
He at once determined to execute his project the same evening, he emptied the sleeping draught into Eugenie's glass as he helped her at supper, and towards the close of the meal she began to feel its drowsy influence. She rose from table and said she should go up into her room to indulge in the sleep she felt creeping over her. They wished her good night, and Valentine remained some time chatting to his father and mother before going to bed himself.
When he felt sure that everyone was fast asleep he nervously stole into Eugenie's bedroom, naked all but his drawers.
Eugenie was in a profound slumber, and had been so suddenly overcome by the narcotic, that she hadn't even pulled the clothe? over her before she fell asleep.
His greedy and lustful gaze was riveted on all her charms, he lifted up the night-dress that concealed her most secret charms, her bosoms of alabaster, firm and well developed, tipped with two coral buttons; he had the daring to press them with his hand, and to twine his fingers in the curly hair that thickly shadowed her armpits; and then he made ready to consummate the greatest and blackest of outrages.
He kissed the thick moist curls at the bottom of her belly and separated the lips to press a kiss on the scented opening; he widened her thighs to see how the hair ran down the furrow and encircled with exquisite little rings the crinkled hole of her bottom; be then placed his finger to the magic cleft and touched her clitoris, which seemed to stiffen under his lustful pressures, then opening the lips of her cunt he moistened with a perfumed oil that he had all the interior, and also the knob of his own prick, which was erect and ready. Then as he foresaw everything he pulled apart Eugenie's thighs to full stretch, and placed under her a thick napkin in such a way that the virgin blood, and the spunk which would flow, should not stain the sheets of the bed; then he mounted on her and placing the head of his prick at the entrance to her cunt, he gently penetrated; when he felt the resistance of the hymen he pushed a little harder. Eugenie made a little movement, without at all waking, and our enterprising and audacious fuckster drove his prick well home through the slight obstacle and spent, oiling her inside with a warm and pleasant jet of spunk.
Our beauty raised a sigh and spent too, though semi-unconsciously and knowing nothing; as for him, gasping with lust and pleasure, he still remained standing stiffly in her quim and raised on his hands so that his prick alone touched her. He devoured her with his eyes and the way being well oiled, he fucked her twice more without "uncunting."
The rogue, still prudent and self-contained in the midst of his delirium, thought he would now beat a retreat, so gently withdrawing his steaming prick, crimson with blood from that charming cunt, he drew gently the napkin from under Eugenie's bottom impregnated with the blood of her maidenhead, and his own spunk. He covered her quim with kisses, carefully wiped and dried it within and without, and with a little ivory brush restored its hairy curls to their original state, as they were all pressed down by the contact of his own stiff brush.
He passed his tongue into the opening and tasted her virgin spendings, and made her quiver by licking her clitoris. He then gave a last kiss to her bosom, and remarked that She had a little mole on her left thigh, then placing the coverlet on the sweet sleeper, he shut the door with his false key, taking the candle with him, and returned to his own chamber, after having enjoyed the sweetest pleasures, which he certainly didn't deserve.
Dare to say, ye partisans of Providence, that he doesn't favour the wicked! we can give you the lie. He got into his bed triumphing in his infamous success.
"I have had Eugenie" said he to himself, "without her having the least idea of it," I have had what was most precious to her, and her fiancee won't find what he expects, and hopes for. To-morrow I shall amuse myself with watching the embarrassment of Eugenie in her sweet and happy ignorance. She'll think she's had a dream, her innocence will be troubled, but she can't guess the cause. I shall ask her what makes her so pensive, and I shall chuckle at her silence. I wish it were to-morrow! as for Valbreuse, what a sell for him the first night of his marriage if the fool knows what a maidenhead is, and if he doesn't he'll be rather surprised to find it such easy going; ha! ha!; I've really managed beautifully. I don't owe my success to love, but I don't care a damn, I've known the madness of lust satisfied. I've fucked a charming and adorable woman, whose charms have all been mine, what more do I want? I feel neither remorse nor sorrow; conscience never troubles a philosopher, the chagrin, worries and troubles will be for him, the pleasures for me. Egotism, whatever they say, has its sweets, it shall be my God, the only one to which I will sacrifice and which shall have my homage.
So now I'll go to sleep waiting till the day Jets me enjoy the pretty troubles of my little fucked-one.
And he slept as soundly as if he had done a virtuous action.
Aurora heralded in the day. M. and Madame St. Geraud never got up very early, as for Valentine, he appeared first on the scene, and Valbreuse the younger, kept awake by love, came down as soon as he could; he was glad to find Valentine up, and they went out into the garden together, the ravisher listener to the amourous confidences of the engaged one with great empressement as he talked of the happiness he was going to have.
"In a few days," said he, "you will be near her who sleeps in yonder chamber, of which we just see the window from here, Confess you are a lucky devil. If I had any marrying ideas, I should envy your lot, but I have no wish to think of it yet, but when I do may I be as fortunate as you, for your wife-to-be, contains in herself, beauty, virtue, talents, innocence. By God Valbreuse you are fortunate."
Valbreuse had no idea of the cruel irony that underlay this fine talk. M. Saint-Geraud the elder, joined them in the garden, and said he was surprised not to see Eugenie, whose sleep had resisted an extraordinary time. However at that moment, they came to say that she was down, and soon they saw her appear arm-in-arm with Madame Saint-Geraud.
The gentlemen advanced to meet them. Eugenie was pale, and with cast-down eyes she kissed her uncle and Valentine. Her aunt said she had slept profoundly, but that dreams had disturbed her, and had given her a slight headache.
Eugenie thanked her cousin for his enquiries with a sweet smile, and the mother said, "my son has a kind heart, it is one of his best qualities, we must allow that justice." The breakfast bell rang, and all re-entered the house.
Valentine looked across the table at Eugenie, who had a sort of lock, such as girls have the evening before their marriage, he rejoiced in his deed, as for the future husband he looked at Eugenie and solaced himself with certain ideas of happiness which were not likely to be realized.
Poor human insects, you see the happiness you seek after in this world you crawl on, flying from the good man and caught by the wicked, and traitrous. So come along my friends in sin, let's thank God or Devil, which ever it is who thus looks after it, and not be ungrateful by throwing away any chance of pleasure we get.
The rest of the day passed pleasantly. Lying in a lounge chair in a simple undress costume, looking like a girl who's just been confined, her face a little pale and her pensive and rather melancholy air accentuated by a little darkness under the eyes. Valentine only understood these a little. She was trying to guess . what was the cause, the source of certain sensation, voluptuous and unknown, that she remembered experiencing while asleep; and, she felt some little pains, but under Valentine's eyes, she daren't put her hand on the suffering place, and the pretty child hadn't any idea that mans' prick had caused her to feel the pain she experienced, or that his spunk had given the pleasure.
Valentine knew the secret, but he also knew how to hold his tongue. Eugenie would probably learn something more on her wedding day, but even that wouldn't tell her how sometimes love, comes whilst we sleep.
We see that for a start our hypocrite was doing extremely well, which gives us good hopes for his future, but we won't anticipate these events, but follow our hero step by step in the course he runs.
Night came on, and everyone sought repose, Valentine had need of rest, Eugenie still more.
Before retiring she sat across her bidet, and sponged her pretty quim and its curls, and her lovely rounded bottom according to custom, and amazed to find that her little cuntlet had undergone a metamorphosis and become a cunt in the way to full development; she racked her brain to discover the cause of this access of womanhood but was no wiser.
On the morrow she got up earlier than the day before, and had recovered all her brightness and freshness; they complimented her on her looks. The two families met, the contracts and settlements were signed, and a few days after the marriage took place. During the day, whilst the ladies were helping her to make her toilet, Valentine had a chat with Valbreuse, who found the day too long for his desires.
"Patience, my dear cousin" said the former, you've got a stiff job before you, and you must come out of it well to-night, with flying colours.-A maidenhead is a hard matter to tackle, there are difficulties to be got over; the young wife's scruples and modesty to be overcome."
"By God!" laughed the future husband, "this will be the first one I've ever had."
"In that case, my dear fellow, you must come out of the matter the best way you can, above all, don't try to do too much, and use yourself up; you must remember that she's your wife, and that you are bound, and tied together for always." If it were some woman you'd just picked up and were about to seduce, it might be necessary to give her a high opinion of your powers of copulation, but your wife, why just fuck her two or three times; if your cock stands, otherwise not at all. Don't get her into the way of expecting too much of it, or she'll become exigeante and when she has used you up, she'll seek a substitute to satisfy her voluptuous lust and longing; you'll so be a cuckold, and a double cuckold, and as no man can afford to be ridiculous, you must avoid it. That's a friend's advice, that you can follow or not as you like. To-morrow come and tell me how the night has passed, I may perhaps be able to help you with further advice; go my friend, where love calls you, and pluck the roses of pleasure in the arms of beauty."
They separated, and Valentine, faithful to his principles, appeared in the society which he adorned, brilliant and witty, to the greatest advantage; without affectation he partook of every pleasure, used all, abused nothing, every one sang his praises. Every one retired, and the newly wedded couple, delighted at having entered into ties that would assure their happiness, entered the nuptial chamber to the sweet strains of an epitbalamium, which praised the wife's beauty and the husband's good fortune.
Monsieur and Madame Saint Geraud were delighted at having given their daughter to a man worthy of her in all respects.
Valentine wished it were the morrow, to enjoy his triumph and to hear from his friend what had passed on the nuptial couch.
Let us wait till the day reveals the secrets of the night, and we will then continue to relate our hero's progress.
The next morning Valentine, walking early in the garden, saw the young husband, who advanced to meet him, and met him more than half way.
"Well old chap," said Valentine, "you seem dazed; what's happened? you don't look the happy man you should.
"Well, my dear cousin," replied the other, "I don't exactly know what I am, I possess one of the most lovely and charming of women, still I really don't know whether I'm first in the field or the second."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I don't think I found that virgin flower, so dear to lovers and spouses. In fact, I should almost be tempted to say that some one else had plucked it."
"Take care, my friend," answered Valentine frowning, "this is a cruel injustice to my cousin and your wife, and one you must answer to me for, she has been brought up constantly under her mother's eye, the most virtuous of women, and even a shade of doubt of her chastity I will not permit. However, tell me how you found her; come let's have it out clearly, I am going to question you categorically in clear and precise terms. Modesty is out of place."
"When you fucked her did you get in easily?"
"No, not very."
"Did she suffer pain?"
"Yes."
"And after you spent did the blood flow?"
"Yes, and plenty of it."
"Come, old fellow, you're a novice, an ignoramus; its perfectly clear that your wife had her maidenhead all right, after all; I'll bet my life on it.
"You re-assure me, dear cousin!"
"Well then listen, and answer me frankly, has she shown all the modesty and innocence of a novice?"
"Certainly."
"Very well, you don't deserve your happiness, and if I had suspected such distrust, I swear you should never have had her, beware lest you show the slightest suspicion of her. It would be an outrage on our family,, which I will visit with deadly vengeance, but I pardon you for your inexperience-sh: there she comes with my mother."
"My dear cousin," said Valbreuse, the poor fool, "I thought we were such friends I could just mention the doubts that arose from my finding my movements rather easy, but you have cleared away my suspicion, and I feel all the respect to my dear wife! that I ought."
"That's enough," said Valentine coldly, "let us change the subject."
The ladies approached, the husband ran to kiss his wife, whose blushes doubled her beauty, Valentine kissed her too, and Valbreuse said to her, "love your cousin, my dearest; you have no truer friend.
"I have never doubted it," said Eugenie, as she smiled at her cousin, who was inwardly convulsed with laughter.
Valentine gazed at her, and retraced in his mine all the pleasures he had experienced in fucking his cousin, and in imagination his eye penetrated through her clothes, and looked at that lovely cunt, shaded by curls of hair, in which his prick had been imbedded to the hilt. He said to himself, "Ah, he's a happy man who receives her caresses, and feels her return them all; I can't expect such bliss; it would want a miracle, and I don't believe in 'em." In fact he was jealous of Valbreuse, who on his side was not without some vague and misty doubts, which however he did not express.
Eugenie's relatives came to see them, and many friends called to felicitate the young couple, and all went gaily.
Monsieur Saint Geraud arrived with a letter in his hand, and said to his son, "Look here, my boy, this concerns you. Your good conduct, the purity of your morals, and I may say your virtue, which shines so highly, although you are so young, has drawn to your name the attention of government, which has chosen you to be the head of the Council of Ad ministration of Orphanages of both sexes, and I am delighted to feel that you will justify this confidence, so Honorable to you; the functions of the office are purely honorary, because they know that you are exceptionally well-off, and you will have in your hands all the money collected by charity for distribution amongst the. deserving; you will spend these monies on the unfortunate, and your generous heart will make you a worthy consoler of the poor."
This worthy father was blind to the faults of his son, in fact he didn't even dream that they existed. Every one complimented Valentine, who received this news with modest embarrassment. He said simply that they thought too favourably of him, and that he feared such important duties "would be too much for his feeble talents. If they could have seen how delighted he was; and, with the most saintly smile on his lips, he was chuckling inwardly over the assured means of giving himself up to his lascivious tastes, and of satisfying iris passions; gloating already in prospect and letting his lustful imagination run riot.
He was authorized to take the supreme authority at once, and the local officers were charged to give him implicit obedience, and to second him in every way.
This news was soon spread in the town and suburbs, and there soon came a host of letters of congratulation, and of hopes that he would extend his patronage to other societies? in fact his influence became immense with everyone. He was installed with great pomp; they congratulated him, he returned thanks, and asked for the co-operation of all good men, and promised much, gave great hopes of the future. We shall see how he proceeded to realize them.
CHAPTER II.
THE LADY SUPERIOR
The day after his installation, he visited with the greatest care all the establishments, and so to speak passed all the officials in review before him. The women principally attracted his attention. Some of them were lovely, but he apparently did not notice them, nor gave any signs of a too marked preference, but he kept them in memory. They had given him a list of all the "personnel" of each of the different establishments, and he ticked off with a pencil those names with a mark, of which he well knew the meaning. He made kind speeches to each and every one, made no distinction, and departed covered with blessings.
His praises were in everyone's mouth; the sequel will prove how far they were justified.
True to his plan, he affected an exemplary severity of manners, but with much sweetness and indulgence for others, and anxious to please; never made a promise without keeping it, reserved in his conversation, never speaking without thinking, so as to make no mistake. He showed no marked preference to any one, all had free access to him. He had all the same, taken notice of such women as he made up his mind would be suitable to "liaisons," but of course he gave no indication of his intentions, but awaited some golden opportunity, and as he had plenty of tact, he thought he knew how to produce such an opportunity.
The affable and pleasant manner with which he received all who were introduced to him, encouraged those who were restrained by fear or shyness. At last one day came to him one of the lady superiors that he had remarked. He gave her an audience, took the greatest pains with her case, said he would do all she desired, and she was enchanted with his politeness, and the urbanity of Lis manners. He told her he should be pleased to hear more certain reports concerning the management of the establishment of which she was the head, and she promised to call again and let him know what he wished, and from thence at once sprang the intimacy he wished.
A buxom widow, in some money difficulties, came to consult him in her troubles. She had daughters, and she was accompanied by the eldest, a very pretty young girl. He listened to her with interest, and her trying position aroused his sympathy; he gave her a large sum of money, and promised her similar aid each month, and that he would see to piecing her daughters out as occasion arose. He made her promise to come and sec him from time to time, and had his reasons for his request. The mother was fair, fat, and forty, with splendid and hips, and her daughter was a charming unfledged little beauty, whose short petticoats nearly drove him wild with the thoughts of the beauty and immature charms they concealed. Tormented by the flames of lust, he had still, from his iron mind, enough command over himself to betray nothing of all this for the present. He certainly possessed the highest talent for success.
The Lady Superior of an orphanage for girls, of whom I just spoke, was the first to fall into his toils. He had seduced her mind, and she had fallen in love with him on the first interview. He had made the greatest impression on her: She came one afternoon, to render an account of the work under her charge, and had shown such care and intelligence that he addressed the most flattering compliments to her. She could not listen with indifference to such words from such a handsome man. A blush covered her face and showed by its crimson flush the heat of the passion within. Seizing her hand, he softly pressed it, and kissed it madly. The sister could not resist this evidence of his feelings, and by the convulsive tremor that shot through. She was sitting on the sofa near his armchair; he profited by this to push her gently on the sofa. She fell back gently, stretched out, with but feeble resistance on her part. He proceeded to greater liberties, lifting up her Superior's dress, he found beneath two lovely legs unencumbered by drawers, and unable to restrain himself, he cast them up higher, and discovered a lovely cunt, with a dark red mass of curls. With a cry of delight he pressed his lips to it, and while frigging his bursting prick with one hand, he tickled the lips with his tongue, till a shuddering spasm announced her spending. Then he knew the time had come to dare everything, and throwing himself on her; he fucked her without resistance, and the happy Valentine was in complete possession of her most religious and satisfied cunt, and her virginity for ever was lost. She was mad with excess of pleasures.
He fucked her a second time. She follows him in every transport, and lustful delight, and they re covered their senses at the same moment. The Superior, covering her eyes, moist with pleasure, with her pretty hands, said "oh heavens! Monsieur, what have you done?"
"I have proved the love I conceived for you."
"What will become of me? I shan't dare to show my face anywhere."
"No one will know what's passed between us; count on my silence and discretion, and on my sincere attachment, and if you'll continue to love me I shall be the happiest of men. Say, will you, darling?"
"How can I help loving you? what has just happened must show you that my heart and my person must ever be yours!"
"That answer delights me," said Saint Geraud, "dispose of me as you want; whenever you feel the fires of lust kindled in that lovely quim, either frig yourself with that pretty middle finger, and think of me as you spend, or if that is not enough, send for me, and I will always come."
They then lavished fresh caresses on each other, and the tenderest kisses, he gamahuched her cunt with his tongue, and she delighted herself with frigging the shaft of his standing prick with one soft little hand till it shot out the pearls of spunk over her rosy cheeks, as she squeezed the throbbing hairy balls with the other. Finally after an hour's dalliance thus he gave her a fresh proof of his vigour in one final and satisfying fuck. When he retired at length from between her thighs, she lay back with her legs wide apart, swooning in the after throbs of pleasure, whilst he kissed the body of his fair conquest all over, who abandoned herself entirely to him, as he pressed his lips in a farewell kiss on the curls of red hair under her armpits, on the nipples of her breasts, and cn the rich bush of her pretty quim.
They agreed to often meet, and the holy sister retired, enchanted with the metamorphosis he had worked in her. She was convinced that the love he had painted to her in such warm and glowing colours, was the most delightful thing in the world. She bitterly regretted the dry and empty years of chastity she had parser!, and reckoned up with regret the time spent since the first feelings of lust had caused her to divide the hairless lips of her little cunt with a timid finger. She promised herself to make up for lost time; to give full swing to every lascivious desire, and to taste nc::t day a renewal of the sweet pleasure? of Valentine's prick.
And so we see our precious hyprocite had made a very good "debut," and had started a very fair seraglio of beauties of all ages and classes.
He often met the pretty Eugenie, who appeared more seducing than ever, and he had learnt from her fool of a husband that she had confidentially told him a curies thing, which was, that some time before her marriage she had a dream, in which she had exactly the same sensations as she did on the first night of her marriage.
"I didn't know what it was then," said she, "but you have taught me so much that I can now tell you of it, and describe it."
They laughed to each other at her innocence, and Saint Geraud said to Valbreuse "It's a devilish good thing, old fellow., for husbands, when such things only happen in a dream, and I felicitate you on it."
He quitted the credulous husband to attend to his business, and more still to attend to his new found pleasures. He found the widow, who awaited him.
She was charmingly dressed, and soon aroused desires in him that he longed to gratify, if he could get the opportunity. She was alone, which was an obstacle less in the way.
He excused himself for coming late "since," he added, "I should, if I had come earlier, have seen you sooner."
"The lady coloured, and smiled, and said she had been equally anxious to see him, and expressed her regard and her daughter's for him."
"I am too pleased to have been able to assist you," said he, "and I hope that all yours affairs will go smoothly in the future, and that you will have ho more troubles. I shall put you and yours safe from the caprices of fortune."
"What has merited such care for us?" said the lady.
"It is sufficient to see you, Madame!"
"But that is only a compliment, sir; how can I answer it?"
"It is very easy," said he looking into her eyes and smiling.
She answered him in the same sportive tone. He risked a caress, she, laughingly evaded it. He snatched a kiss: a close tonguing kiss, which brought the hot colour to her face; her ample bosoms heaved.
"You couldn't dream of such a thing," said she, 'with a woman of my age!"
"How many girls would give their ears to be as charming and resemble you!" he whispered, and pressed his point; he stopped her reply by another kiss; her eyes were troubled, her breath came quickly; he profited by it, and became more pressing, more enterprising.
The sofa was handy, she fell back on it; she was in the very lists of love, in the exact position; he threw up her clothes, showing two stout, and well shaped legs and a round, white, matronly belly extraordinarily attractive, with a wonderful thick black bush of hair at the bottom of it, extending its black triangle almost to her navel.
She could not resist even if she wished: there was no time to argue the point; his magnificent prick touched the thick wet lips of her fully developed quim.
This magic contact took all power of resistance from the lustful dame; he penetrated, she felt the beginning of the flow of pleasure from her very womb. They soon formed a very fine specimen of the beast with two backs and four legs, and shutting their eyes with pleasure, two mutual shoves of their bottoms, caused them a mutual spend. Saint Geraud shot his spunk into her cunt, which joined to hers, came bubbling out over her hairs and his balls, which were pressed to her arse. Their souls commingled, and when they regained consciousness, they were too satisfied with each other to have anything to reproach one another with.
The fair lady gave a sigh, and, looking at him wit!: eyes full of love and desire, said, "you're a very naughty boy. When I came to see you, I-was far enough from thinking what was going to happen to me.
"Are you cross with me?"
"Well, of course I am, but I have no will with you, you are able to put me quite off my head. I have been vanquished. Is it a great fault?"
"No, ifs a delicious happiness and pleasure to me-above all if you think so too," said he tenderly.
"You know I do so sympathize with all your feelings," said she and squeezed his hand.
They were about to continue, when a bell rang.
"The devil fly away with it," said Saint Geraud.
The lady jumped up-"Don't disturb yourself; no one can enter here unless I touch that bell-pull; you shall not leave me thus; my happiness has not been perfect. I must complete it."
"No, no! They are waiting for you-that shall be another time."
"You refuse me then; I haven't pleased you."
"Thankless creature," said she, "do more justice, ycu know I am all yours," and she opened her arms.
Then Saint Geraud, whose prick stood stiff, went on to fuck her again; She soon came, clasping her well shaped stout legs across his back, and pressing him to her capacious bosom. Soon two successive discharges of spunk on either side abated their mutual fires, without extinguishing them.
They took breath and promised to meet to-morrow; they rose, he took her by the hand and led her out; he saluted her very respectfully as he took leave.
The young Superioress, who was in an antichamber, appeared an instant after. He made her come in, the "portiere" fell behind them and they were in that delightful boudoir, which had already been the theatre of their amorous play.
He received the fair sister with quite as much empressement as if he hadn't just quitted another woman the instant before.
"Well, my dearest sister, have you thought of me?"
"Yes darling, and dreamed of you; and such a dream!"
"And you have kept me awake. Why was I not next you?"
"If I could only have known, it would have been too sweet!"
"Well dear, we can make up for lost time."
"I long for it!"
Here he covered her with kisses, and reveled in searching all her beauties over in a most voluptuous examination.
What a bosom, fresh and rounded, delicate and dimpled! What a cunt shadowed by its curly fleece; thighs perfect, a perfect leg and foot; an enchanting figure, two lovely black eyes, and a mouth, whose lascivious smile suggested a kiss; all this made Saint Geraud feel stiffish, the flesh turning to gristle, and gristle to bone. He felt that a kiss below would recuperate his powers; he gently laid her back on the broad armless couch, and, kneeling down at the end plunged his eager lips into her curls, and shooting forward his tongue into the full set lips of her quim; he licked slowly between them, darting his tongue as far forward as he could into the passage of love, then round on to her clitoris, which got stiffer and stiffer. Putting his hand down, he released his prick, and frigged it up and down until it had recovered its full vigor. Heaving her belly up and down, and pressing his head, she spent over his lips. He was sorely tempted to follow her example by frigging himself to a spend, but he rose and took her hand, and placing it on his prick, she seized it with delight. She kissed the superb member, and licked and sucked its bursting head, and admired its proportions, which so soon would plunge her in an ocean of delights.
Holding it still she threw herself back again on the sofa, pulling up her clothes round her waist with the other hand, and straddling her thighs. Thus she drew Saint Geraud upon her, and plunged his stiff and hairy cock, with her own little snowy hand, into her cunt.
I must allow that, for a pupil of a day, she had got to know cupid's game, and carry out his manoeuvres to a nicety.
Carried away and excited by his gamahuche, and his little bit of masturbation. Saint Geraud fucked her as if he hadn't seen a woman for a week. Not to put too fine a point on, they shoved their arses together with an unequalled force and vigor, and a copious spend left them as flat and played out as if they had given up their last sigh. Their mouths were glued together, and their bodies seemed to form but one, at the perfect union of prick and cunt. Pressed with the convulsive force of the last movement of her cunt, his prick was invisible, and their curls of wet hair mingled in one mass, whilst his rough and hairy balls hung down against the cheeks of her bottom, just opposite her arsehole, as if they belonged as much to her as to him.
Envy their lot, my dear boys, and as you read this passage, if you are together, follow their example by fucking each other. If you are alone, guide your hands to your longing pricks or cunts, and frig yourselves before a mirror 'till you see the spunk shooting out of your centres of attraction, running over your hands, my dear boys, in pearly drops on your balls, or trickling down your thighs, dear girls, from your hairless or hairy cunts. This? is as it should be.
Let us return to them-to our two fucksters, who have commenced to discourse.
"Well, my dear girl," said Saint Geraud "have you anything to tell me?"
"Yes, and very important and grave matters too. An extremely bad example is being set, and a scandal which should be avoided."
"What is it?"
"Our Supreme Lady Superior sleeps every night with the Chaplain of the establishment."
"It can't be."
"It is the exact truth, however; everyone knows it; there's no mystery made about it. I believe they think they are surrounded by blind people."
"Well," said Saint Geraud, "we'll have some fun with them; they ought to have had respect for appearances."
"I surprised them," said the lady, "the other day, in a corridor. He was kissing her, and had his hand up her clothes, and was no doubt frigging her; her eyes had a most "die-away" look about them."
"Oh that's too much of a good thing. I shall see to that."
"Yes, do, dear, the stupid fools!"
"I should like," said Saint Geraud, "to catch them in the act."
"Nothing easier; you can do so to-night if you like, you can come to the door of the Lady Superior's room by the garden door, you have the key of it; she's just opposite the chapel; the Chaplain conies out each night when the bell rings for bed time, and is soon between the sheets, with the chaste and holy mother."
"Ha!" said Saint Geraud, tickling the cunt of his lady love, and forcing his middle finger into its juicy depths-"to-night I shall disturb their pretty tite & tete," the immoral wretches. Come, come darling, let us fuck, frig, kiss, and spend once more. I shall not be sorry to make an example; they shall see, I mind no one's position, but intend to stop all abuses spend on the spot, with thrills of delight, as if her life flowed from her. To complete her bliss, and his own, he fucked her the very instant she was about to spend for the fourth time.
"Ah I shall die," she exclaimed, "but it is of happiness, of intoxication, of pleasure!"
"And in fierce dying accents urged delight, as Ovid says, until St. Geraud himself fell on her bosom motionless, inundating her womb with boiling spunk.
After a quarter of an hour, they rose, repaired the general disorder, and washed the field of battle, and the weapons of the combat; and Saint Geraud producing from beneath his batchelor's bed a pot de chambre, watched his lady love with, delight, as her white and dimpled bottom settled down on it, and the amber stream, shot from the mossy gutter of love.
Making her stand up, he kissed away, the dew drops from the lips, and dried them with a scented handkerchief.
She, laughingly insisted upon holding his prick whilst he helped to fill the China bowl and carefully removed the last traces with the same attention he had shown her.
Then the sister (aided by Saint Gerald., who filled the office of femme de chambre) once more dressed, put on her virginal coif, and lowering her eyes, with clasped hands, entered into her own cell and her own apartments, looking like the personification of chastity and modesty, with her cunt still wet with his spunk and hers, and swelled lips, longing for more, and her heart beating under her nun's dress, with amorous and convulsive, and lustful palpitations.
St. Geraud put on his black clerical clothes, assumed the grave and reverend air, which so suited his dignified manner, and called on the Lady Superior.
Oh can't! oh humbug! oh hypocrisy! Goddess of all rascals, and scoundrels, who govern, and are governed; what power hast thou, how many disciples and scholars, professors and slaves hast thou not got, more or less skilled in thy rites and worship, in every class of society.
Saint Geraud arrived at the Superior General's place (The holy mother Terese), and found her surrounded by novices, and with them the junior Lady Superior, that he had not long left, who was demurely sitting there..
He was received with all the respect, regard, and considerate attention that he merited, not only from his personal character, but from the supreme authority with which he was clothed.
He showed the greatest deference to the Holy Mother, praised her virtue to the novices, her piety, and the many good qualities she was noted for. She was still pretty well in appearance, a fine upstanding woman of forty-five or fifty, with many women a most attractive age; her embonpoint gave her a sort of freshness, and her dark eyes, though veiled by sham modesty, looked as though they could shine with most unholy light on occasion; in fact she was a very good woman to make shift with for a well hung chaplain.
After having talked to the novices and questioned them on the Holy Scriptures and the teachings of the saints (looking at their various charms with eyes to the future) he complimented the holy Terese on her admirable instruction of her pupils, and announced that he would inspect the dormitories of her establishment ever)' one respectfully followed him; he praised die cleanliness, die whole economy of all he sees; he tasted the food, and found it excellent; the House Steward went with him, and when he was about to return to the apartments of the holy mother Terese, asked him if he could let him have a moments private conversation. They went aside, not to be heard, and this functionary spoke to him then and there about the conduct of the Superioress with the Chaplain, and gave him full details of what had been observed.
He listened with attention, and was surprised at such a grave fact, which he could scarcely believe; he thanked him much, bound him to secrecy for the present, and told him before long he would remedy such a revolting scandal, and should request his evidence.
"You can have the evidence of a dozen," said the steward.
He asked if the priest was at home.
"I don't know," replied he, but just then turning his head, he saw the Chaplain approaching with hurried steps and pointed him out.
"That's all right," rejoined Saint Geraud. "Let us join the ladies, above all, discretion." when they were near the Superior.
The Chaplain profoundly saluted Saint Geraud, who returned his salute.
The Priest expressed his regret at not being present when he arrived.
"There is no harm done" replied Saint Geraud mildly "you could not foresee it," then he added, "Are you content with your flock?"
"Yes, Monsieur, everyone is animated with a spirit of true religion, and it bears excellent fruit in this house."
"That is well," replied Saint Geraud, gravely.
They then repaired to Madame Terese's, who wished to have a private interview.
He went into another room with her, and asked what had been the subject of her interview with the Steward.
"It's an unpleasant subject," said she to him; "he has no religion, and speaks badly of those he ought to respect."
"I have heard pretty well of him," said Saint Geraud, "however I shall bear in mind what you say; but our conversation only turned on the commissariat of the house, not on its inhabitants."
"We have some sisters who are a. little light in their behavior. The Second Superior thinks too much of her beauty. As for her conduct, it's good enough; she is very religious, and we owe that to the exhortations of our worthy Chaplain, and to his good example."
"I see, Madame, that your house is in a very satisfactory condition, and that all I have heard in the reports furnished to me is true. Continue to govern it in the same manner, Madame, and it will be a pleasure to second you in so doing."
The holy and immaculate mother simpered affectedly, and casting one wanton glance at him, lowered her eyes and smiled rather lasciviously. She would very probably have wished that Saint Geraud should partake of the favours accorded the holy Chaplain, but he had no particular desire to slip his finger into her well-used ring.
To avoid other coquettish attempts on the part of the chaste matron, he ended his visit, and got ready to go. They conducted him to the principal entrance, and he gave some money to those he met on his way, and he was prepared for his nocturnal visit by taking measures to the execution of his plans. As soon as he arrived home he sent for an officer of the police, who he could trust, and asked him to accompany him to a place to which he was obliged to repair, in order to render assistance if he were required. He told him the time, and suggested his coming in plain clothes, and to be armed; he should do the same. He was very intimate with the President of the Tribune, who approved of all he did, and his delicate manner of managing the matter in hand.
He didn't choose to give the same notice to the Chaplain's Superiors; they might have given him warning, and he, Saint Geraud, might have been looked upon as a slanderer; he only intended them to know when they could neither deny the fact, nor stop the proceedings.
Not to make a false step, a light, placed in the Second Superior's room, enabled his sweet lady love to indicate the exact time when the two lovers were together.
Night came on, and Saint Geraud introduced himself into the house, with the officer of police. They came without noise close to the window of the Lady Superior. There was still a light in the room, and that which had indicated that the culprits were together, burned as brightly as ever. Then they knocked at the door, and a movement was heard within. As no one came to open the door, they knocked again, when a voice was heard (the holy mother's) asking what was wanted. The officer, whose voice was not known, said, "I want to speak to you a moment."
Then she came and opened the door. She turned pale, and was thunderstruck to perceive Saint Geraud, who said:
"Madame, I am grieved to disturb your rest, but I must enter to find a certain person who has introduced himself into your room."
"Monsieur, I am alone!"
"That is just what I want to assure myself of."
At the same moment he shut and locked the door, taking out the key and taking the candle from the hands of the trembling woman, who stood there with her ample charms only concealed by a short chemise which showed a well shaped pair of stout matronly legs, in black silk stockings.
He passed into her bed chamber, he soon saw by unmistakable signs that two persons had been sleeping in the bed, but one of them had vanished; he looked under the bed, and there he found, as Milord Byron says, "No matter what, it was not that he sought."
But opening the wardrobe he found the Chaplain, in his shirt only, standing behind some dresses that were hanging up.
"What are you doing here?" said Saint Geraud sternly, a virtuous horror overspreading his fine features-"Is this your place? And you Madame, what sort of example are you setting your household and the younger sisters? you cannot deny the horrible crime you have committed."
"Take your clothes up," he continued to the Chaplain "and let Madam do the same."
"Ah! Monsieur, do not ruin me, I only came to confess Madame."
"And without doubt used the bed for a confessional" sneered Saint Geraud; "a pretty excuse; you aggravate you fault. Come sir be quick, and follow us. You must know you won't pass the night in this room."
All had taken place without noise and without scandal. The Lady Superior dressed, not without affording Saint Geraud certain glimpses of various matronly attractions, as an enormous thigh, and a bush of black hair under each armpit, showing what beauties the poor Chaplain had luxuriated in below, two lovely bosoms, soft and white, and as big as the bottom of a girl of sixteen.
When the lovers had dressed, and were once more decent, they took them to a room near the reception room, where they found the Registrars of the Administration.
The officer took charge of them, and would stay near them all night. Saint Geraud said he would return early in the morning. "Reflect," he said, "both of you, on the position you have brought yourselves to by indulgence of your passions; to-morrow we will see what is to be done."
The two culprits were in despair, and begged the officer to intercede with Saint Geraud for them. He answered that he didn't know what excuses to make, but said he'd do hat he could.
They then tried to seduce him, and offered him 50,000 francs to let them go; he refused this proposition with scorn and contempt.
"You judge me very wrongly," said he, "and you are unworthy that one should interest themselves in you, and all the more since I daresay the money you offer me has been squeezed out of poor people by hyprocitical pretences." The officer was that rare thing-an honest man.
Saint Geraud went home, awaiting the day with impatience; he took a little rest, and hoped when he waked that the Second Superior would not delay paying him a visit, in point of fact she appeared as soon as she was able.
When they were alone he asked Vac what had taken place in the house.
She said all was quiet about what had happened. "Although you were so silent," said she, "some of them looked out and saw the Chaplain and the Holy Mother come out, I was behind the curtain in my room, and saw you, the; light being put cut and no longer wanted. When they came to tell me, I was in bed, and feigned sleep and show id great surprise. The two are pitied by no one; they had made themselves hated by their tyranny; tea; alone imposed silence, for all the world knew of their sensual intrigue."
"Did they speak of who would succeed the Holy Mother?"
"No, I heard nothing whatever said," answered the sister, naively.
"I know, however, who will named," answered Saint Geraud. Then taking a more sportive tone, he reproached the sister with her indifference, asking why she had never kissed him, when she arrived?
"You didn't give me time," said she, "you began by asking me what was going on; but I can repair my fault, if I have committed one."
She threw herself wantonly into his arms, kissing him lovingly.
He returned these kisses with usury, pressing his tongue into her mouth; his hands wandered under her clothes, up the plump thighs to the bush above, where he found a quim warm and wet. Pulling out his prick, and frigging it for a moment, whilst she kissed the head, he threw her on the sofa and fucked her divinely.
She lent herself to it with the best grace in the world, and showed consummate skill. Love and hot temperament are the two greatest teachers for the exercise arranged as a duet by cunt and prick, and for everything connected with fucking.
After having completed this charming little comedietta, they again spoke of the Chaplain, and the sister told St. Geraud that several women were in despair, for the Chaplain hadn't kept to the Holy Mother, but had had many others, as pretty, and of all ages, who he courted and caressed in the sacristy when they went to confession. Said she, "he also wanted to seduce me, but I so treated him that he had no wish to repeat the offence; he got into a rage, but I threatened to complain; then he smoothed down, and said he was but trying me; since then he has let me alone."
"What you say renders him still more culpable in my eyes; he's not worthy of one glance from your eyes."
The charming sister could contain herself no longer, but cast herself into his arms, and they felicitated themselves on their love.
"We must separate, my darling," said he, "I must finish the affair of the Chaplain and his Mistress, and conceal how the night passed. Let us return to the establishment; and don't think about the matter." They separated, after lavishing on each other the most tender caresses.
Saint Geraud went to see his prisoners. The officer told him of the proposition they had made.
"You don't content yourself then," said he, "with the most lascivious and sensual libertinage, but you would try to bribe an honest man with what you have robbed the poor of; you are wretches."
They prayed, supplicated, threw themselves at his knees, bathed in tears.
He said, "you would have it; I can promise nothing; your faults are too grave; pardon is in my heart; God sets us the example, but how to excuse you the theft of the money! Only a complete confession can palliate your offence.
They went to the Chaplain's house and to the "Superior's; they both disgorged gold; one from the revenues of the house, the other from the alms in church, had made a hoard; the two sums together came to about two hundred and fifty thousand francs.
They put them separately in rooms far apart; gave them what was necessary for food, but kept them under watch and ward, until the Council should be called, which as convoked at once.
Saint Geraud attended it, and gave a full account of all he had done, and they approved. He then asked what should be done with the culprits.
He was charged with the execution of such measures as he should think fit. He said he should send the Superior to a far distant convent, and hand over the Chaplain to his superiors of the Church, and put the money taken from them into the coffers of the establishment.
It remained to elect a new Lady Superior, and they all agreed it should be the Second Superior.
St. Geraud asked the Council to proceed to her installation.
They wanted him to do it, such influence he had over them, but he begged them to do what he asked.
She was sent for, and the great news announced to her that the authority of the late Holy Mother was now hers, in consideration of her chastity, modesty, and religion. They rang the great bell, and every one assembled in the hall, where she was installed In her new honors; her beautiful face was flushed and she looked upwards, and appeared thanking God for the reward of her virtue (she was in point of fact thinking of Saint Geraud and his prick, which flushed her pretty cheeks, and made her cunt throb, too). All applauded, she was loved and esteemed by all the sisters; to many of them, she was bound by ties of mot? than love, and had received many in her bed, so all of course thought Saint Geraud had acted thus to disguise his amour.
The Chaplain and the Saint Terese went away in custody of the officer, who put them in a carriage, and there was an end of them.
Saint Geraud, two hours afterwards, again saw the Lady Superior. What sweet moments they passed together! Never had they fucked with such volup. tuous delight.
The sister on her promotion had assumed the name of Holy Mother Sainte Julie. She was fucked then in the madness of lust, making her kneel on the sofa; he penetrated the enticing little hole of her bottom, for he wished to teach her every kind of delight. Saint Geraud made her lie back in an arm chair and frig herself with her middle finger, whilst she told him all her tribade adventures with the novices and older nuns. Then she made him frig himself also, but When she saw the crisis approaching, she knelt before him and taking his prick h her mouth, made him spend there, the spunk dropping from her pretty lips on her bosom. She said she wouldn't let him waste it.
Were they any better than the Superior and the Chaplain? Not a bit; simply cleverer; knew better how to manage things; that's the talent that makes great men, or at least safe ones. Such men as women can trust, and with whom, though they commit every excess under the sun, their honour is safe. It is not given to all the world to possess these qualities, so precious to intriguers of the stamp of Saint Geraud. And now he was going to enter on a new experience.
CHAPTER III.
ADONIS
Up to this time he had only visited the women's houses; he had now to look into those of the youths. He went over them in turn, examined all, saw into everything with so much kindness and bonhommie that their respect and admiration deepened into a sort of love.
He found some abuses that he easily remedied, without severity; among other things they mentioned one, very common at large schools and seminaries of this sort, the vice of sodomy, which is so common now-a-days, and so little suppressed, because so many people are addicted to it; it seems to have increased in the same manner as the parallel vice of tribaldry, or the amusements, friggings, and gamahuchings of women with each other. Although there is a law against the former, and none against the latter; still they grow and increase side by side.
He talked over it with the heads of the places where the youths were, and they gave him plenty of details concerning the mutual friggings, and pointed out pretty boys who could he found in each other's beds, and had been detected in gamahuching and every kind of excess.
They made him principally remark a youth of beautiful face, and the figure of an Adonis, who when stripped just have looked like the Apollo Belevedere.
"Is it possible," said he, "that he is given to such a shameful passion? It is very sad that the young fellow should be so corrupted and sensual."
They said yes, and that he was endowed with the greatest talents, and was most charming.
After having reflected awhile he said gravely to the head of the house, "send me this youth tomorrow morning, and I will try to make him return from these errors, and to correct this dreadful vice."
"You'll find it very difficult" said the other, "he will uphold his shameful tastes if you let him begin."
"What insanity? Send him to me; I want to try this conversion. Give him a note to bring to-morrow."
He had his own ideas, as we shall know soon! " I am satisfied," he added, "with the excellent order of your house. Count on my good will and protection. Do not be too severe on these juvenile vices; they will soon die out, no doubt. Do not warn the young man that he is coming to me 'till he starts; send him by a sure man in the carriage I will send; the same can bring him back."
He left and thought most all the rest of the day about the morrow's visit.
To pass the time away, he thought it a good thing to spend an hour in visiting the Lady Superior, in order to judge of the effect his presence would produce, and as he had his carriage, he drove over.
He went straight to the lady's suite of apartments; she had of course those of her predecessor. He found her surrounded by a crowd of young sisters, as pretty and fresh as roses. The sight of him, and his presence, so unexpected, seemed to disturb her some what. She blushed deeply; he wanted to know the reason of this, and also to speak to her in private. She made everyone retire, and when they were alone, he said to her.
"Whence comes this dismay that my presence caused you? It was not pleasure that's quite certain. Answer me, I will have frankness and truth.
She changed colour.
"You turn red, and then pale-have you anything to reproach yourself with?"
"No'"'
"Very well; then speak out without concealment, I know all you can say to me, but I wish it to come from your own lips, as if I knew nothing. Be candid, you owe it to my confidence and to my love, I will say more, to my recognition of your services, for your nomination is due to me, and you must bear in mind that he who made can unmake, and that your appointment can be cancelled if you are not absolutely true to me."
"That is what I wish to do, and you shall know every thought of a soul that is yours alone, but before I ever saw you, I had passions, and strong ones too; they often carried me away, and all those sisters-my favourites-that you have just seen round me, feel just as I do, and we used mutually to console each other with candles, fingers, and tongues, for the absence of the love of your sex. Night after night have I passed, with one of two of them with me, lying clasped in each other's arms, their white thighs round me, frigging each other with eager fingers, or lying reversed, devouring with moist and lustful lips each other's cunts, and watching the plump white bottoms above us, vibrating as the wave of pleasure rose and fell; but now all my pretty ladies think I have abandoned her, because since I have known you, dear, you have absorbed all my desires, my fancies, and dreams. They are all grumbling at me, and scolding me for depriving them of their accustomed pleasures. "There is my crime! now punish me; take away my place; only leave me your love, that is all I wish" and her pretty eyes b-rimmed over with tears.
Saint Geraud fell at her feet, saying. "Ah pardon me, your friend, your lover; If I loved you less, I should be more indifferent. My darling," said he, "all is forgotten, and is forgiven; never misunderstand me again, I am entirely yours."
They resumed their seats, hand in hand, their eyes glowing with hidden fires. "Ah!" said he, "if I could only prove my love to you."
"Come," said she, softly, and opened a darkened little room, where stood a bed. Casting themselves on it, their sighs and moans soon attested a quick delight.
There is no pleasure like an ecstatic fuck; when any little cloud has arisen between two lovers, it disperses it, as the sun draws up the mists from some little lake, and leaves it bright and clear; there's no expression to do justice to it. If a prick and clitoris could converse they might describe it; I can't The Creator (if there be one), really might have managed that. Why he didn't (as why he didn't do so many more things) must be because he really didn't give enough attention to his business. Saint Geraud explained to her that he had a great penchant for the loves of women with each other, and that nothing pleased him more (as it does most men), than to find that she was an adept at such Lesbian sports. He urged her strongly not to give it up on the contrary, to do all she could, from the youngest to the oldest, to encourage such delicious pastimes; and that he should participate with all those she could trust, and that in some comfortable armchair he should, whilst frigging himself, watch her try every device of the wildest lust with one or two of her sweet friends.
She eagerly consented, and told him that it would make them twice as randy, if they knew he was looking on, and, whilst gamahuching each other, could watch him keeping pace, as he frigged his swollen prick, and as they spent under the agile tongues, could see his spunk pouring over his hand and balls. She then opened some secret drawers and showed him all the books and pictures they used to excite themselves with; and dildoes of all shapes and sizes, for the more exact imitation of fucking.
"I often," said she, "look at these books in the morning, and with this finger (here he kissed it) frig myself over and over again, in front of this pierglass, watching every motion."
Saint Geraud entreated her to let him see her.
She sat down, and Saint Geraud stood beside her, with her cunt beautifully reflected, she began to masturbate herself scientifically, staring randily at her own reflection; He could bear it no more, but frigged himself in unison, the sight of their own beauties and each other's soon produced the effect, and as her spendings trickled from her crimson and throbbing quim, his shot forth over her soft bosoms on her belly. Nature could do no more, and they separated, enchanted with their similarity of tastes, and hoping soon to renew fresh pleasures.
The next day the young fellow presented himself, with the letter the Director had given him, and was shown in to Saint Geraud, he took the letter, and told him to sit down for a short time.
"I have asked you to come here," said he, "to have a few words with you, and to ask you several questions on an important matter. Please answer me without fear or falsehood."
"You can depend on it Monsieur, I will be quite frank, and hide nothing; you shall know the good and bad, and whether it matters or not, we probably shall have a better opinion of each other afterwards."
Saint Geraud commenced; "You have many good qualities, and some failings-talents and vices. This is what they tell me of you."
"Perfectly true, that is so."
"But they tell me one of these vices is an obscene .passion and against nature?"
"Then why has nature suggested it to us?"
"Ah, you are wrong!"
"Do our senses deceive us then?"
"We must govern them, if they lead to wrong paths."
"Bah! When one has passions, we must gratify them. We get tired of women, or want a change; we take a boy, enjoy him; he is pleased, so are we; we are happy; custom makes things smooth."
"What blindness!"
"If you only knew what it was like you wouldn't blame us!"
Then the handsome youth, approaching Saint Geraud continued.
"You have asked me to be quite open with you. I will prove what I say. Can anyone see us, or hear us, or enter here?"
"No, certainly not!"
"Good! I proceed. You love in a woman her grace. her figure, her beauty and freshness, and her cunt. A lad caH offer you all that; you shall be judge!"
In an instant he had stripped, and shown himself naked before Saint Geraud's admiring eyes; his body was a prefect model, fresh and dimpled, and his curves most seductive; his chest was well developed a mass of curly hair underneath each armpit, downy thighs, and a beautifully curved bottom; in front a prick white as ivory, with a crimson knob, and two splendid balls, with downy hair. This prick was commencing to grow stiff, and thick curls of hair ran up towards his navel.
He continued, " I have not a cunt, it is true, but I have a bottom. Look at its splendid curves. You are stiff, fuck me in it; you will spend in its tight sheath; put your hand round and frig me with one hand, squeeze my balls with the other; your passions will be on fire; no more is needed."
At that moment he bent forward, and placed his arse enticingly near Saint Geraud, with its crinkled hole and its rings of hair, just ready.
"It is a cunt; an arse quim; for you can sheath your prick in it. You will be in bliss; don't wait; you will spend and so shall I. Come! You hesitate! Why? A false shame restrains you. Folly!"
He approached him, opened his breeches, put in his hand, released his stiff and standing cock, and felt his balls, and then turning still holding it, he said.
"Sodomise me; put it in; when you have once tasted this pleasure, either as patient or actor, you will put cunt in the second class. Let yourself be seduced!"
All this time he held his big prick and frigged it. Saint Geraud came closer, the other put the head of his prick close to his own arsehole, and suddenly pushed backwards. Saint Geraud, mad with sudden lust, pushed forward; his prick slipped clean into the well-used aperture, and his balls kissed the bottom they hung against; the youth caught Saint Geraud's hand, and carried it to his own prick; this hand grasped and frigged it skillfully, for Saint Geraud was well used to this amusement with himself. He worked away, and in a few minutes our two pederasts had spent, the one into the youth's bottom, which tightening on it with pleasure, squeezed out the last drops, the other's spunk dripped from the hand on to the carpet.
When they had finished their duet a la sodom, the youth said to Saint Geraud: "Well, what do you think now? 'It is a new experience for me, and I must allow it's rather nice!"
"Bah! it's quite as good as a cunt, anyhow. If you have any scruples imagine you are fucking a woman from behind. There's subterfuge for your timorous conscience."
"I have no conscience; besides I often had women in the same aperture, in fact many of them love it madly, if you don't forget to frig them in front, or make them do it themselves."
"Monsieur, I see I have converted you to the love of a boy's bottom. It only remains for you to be entirely of us. You must be quite initiated."
"How do you moan?" said Saint Geraud, smiling. "You have fuelled me; now you must yourself be fucked, and you will experience the greatest delight."
Thus saying, he pulled quite off Saint Geraud's breeches, felt his bottom, amorously tickled him behind the balls, and frigged him skillfully. Then, having put some cold cream on his finger, he pushed it up his arsehole, frigging it up and down, accompanying this by his frigging in front, Saint Geraud's cock stood up like a bar
"Lean over the sofa," he said to him, and pushed him over.
Saint Geraud obeyed.
He then Opened the cheeks of his arse, and licked his arsehole; then introduced the head of his prick (carefully cold creamed, as this was a virgin hole), frigging him all the time. In two shoves of his bottom he penetrated with a little difficulty ('twas a maidenhead) and keeping moving, he soon spent.
Saint Geraud, ravished at feeling the boiling spunk, quivered and shot out his own spendings into the hand of the young man, who frigged and squeezed his prick. The drops of spunk bedewed the sofa, and both remained without movement, speechless with pleasure.
Saint Geraud began to appreciate the tribadism of the Lady Superior, and her love for her own sex, and was pleased to think how she would appreciate his new taste, and the many orgies they could have when she, with her several favourites, and he with his male loves, should all meet in one room.
He said:
"I confess I am seduced, but I shall never prefer it to cunt; but the bottom, especially one like yours, is splendid, whatever they may say. Sit down now again."
"I want to show you one thing more," said the pretty lad, and he placed himself in front of Saint Geraud, on his knees, and taking his prick in his hands, he sucked the knob, passing his tongue round and round it, and frigging at the same time with his hand, till he made him spend into his mouth, with convulsive shudders of bliss."
"That's how a boy can gamahuche a man," said Saint Felix (for that was his name).
They re-adjusted their dress. Saint Geraud caressed his new love; promised him his protection, and proposed he should stay in the house.
"I should like to do so," said he.
"Then I'll send away the carriage, and you can sleep here for to-night."
"With pleasure!"
"I will write a line to the Director," said Saint Geraud, which he did, saying he should call the next day and explain why.
They slept together and gave themselves up to the most violent and lascivious delights of pederasty, practicing every variety of buggering, frigging, and gamahuchihg.
Saint Geraud became one of the principal partisans of this lustful amusement; he made Felix introduce him to other younger boys, and soon had a circle of favourites, as Saint Julie had of her girls, and in privacy they used to meet with one or two of each sex and practice every refinement of lust, each with their own favourites, in sight of each other, mad with lust and sensuality.
Saint Geraud got very jealous of Saint Felix, who also became ungovernable, and too masterful-which was dangerous. Saint Geraud redoubled his care and kindness to him. He told the Directors he kept him under his eye to cure him of his fancies.
The young man, seduced and deceived by the false caresses of Saint Geraud, thought himself quite safe, but Saint Geraud had never forgotten his threats, and that he might not live in fear of them, gave him a medicine that made him ill, and then two drops of prussic acid in his coffee finished him.
He accompanied his remains to the tomb with every expression of sorrow, and Saint Geraud was complimented by all on his kindness and tenderness to the dear departed. These compliments he received with modesty, and said it was only his duty.
He saw the buxom widow continually, fucked her often; and by her desire and connivance one afternoon took the maidenhead of both her daughters, one of whom was about thirteen the other eleven, Their mother had instructed them'in frigging, and encouraged them to frig and play with boys of their own age; They were therefore quite prepared for it. Their buxom mother held each of them naked on her belly, whilst Saint Geraud slipped his prick into each hairless little cunt, without any difficulty, as it had been stretched by her own finger, and her mother's, and a candle or two with her playmates.
He kept them and their mother in affluence, and fucked the mother and daughters alternately, to the delight of all. When they were old enough he gave each a dowry, and married them to respectable men, who always shut their eyes to their escapades. She also had a son, of whom you will hear more anon.
The widow had been a most lascivious woman ever since her seventh year, and gave him many accounts of the various ways she had of satisfying all her strange lusts, some of which you will find shortly detailed at more or less length.
The Superior, Saint Julie was always faithful and submissive to him. She had made a little peep hole in a cabinet, so that he could be witness of all the scenes of tribadism that took place between her and her novices, so that seated comfortably, and frig ging himself at his ease, he passed many an afternoon.
She lent herself to every taste of her friend. She let him fuck her arsehole, to vary his pleasures, and as is usually the result, finished by a mad delight in it.
He would rather drop the boys, except a few for safety's sake, in fact sacrificed his tastes and penchant to safety, and he was right. Thus, he enjoyed an esteem and consideration that nothing could weaken or destroy. His father and mother were dead and their enormous fortune was his own.
The lovely Eugenie, that he had fucked and ravished in her sleep, had kept all her good looks and figure, and lost nothing of her sweetness of disposition. She too was a widow with no children. Thanks to Saint Geraud's instructions to her late husband, he had avoided that folly. He'd left her all his fortune.
They had always lived in the same house, and Saint Geraud was still, in the eyes of his family, a being endowed with all virtues and high qualities.
He had always lived with Eugenie in great intimacy, without her even suspecting the crime he had committed towards her; he had never ceased to congratulate himself on that night's amusement, and wanted her again, so he spoke to her of marriage and finally married her.
They were very happy, as he soon taught her all the inventions of love, and soon made her as lascivious as himself.
Saint Geraud lived long without ever experiencing any sorrows, though his crimes merited every punishment, but all was well concealed, like those of many other wise men and women; and when he died it was with a colossal reputation for virtue, which was itself a real triumph of vice.
What is the result of all we have said in this little book? That Providence that we hear so much about, and which is the stalking horse of priests, is naught after all but chance or destiny, which men and women, if they have talent, twist and manage for their own pleasures; careless so long as they practice safe concealment and a modest demeanour to the outside world, what debauches they can wallow in, and ire happy in the most sensual and lascivious exces. ss. They laugh at the pious and the prudes in their ftasts of lust.
Kind's have favourites, ministers whom they enrich ; these have their concubines, whores, and harlots, and boy-favourites, whom they fuck and who they pay at the expense of the rates and taxes. They talk aye and vote no to preserve their places.
The priests fuck the nuns, and women who come to confess, promising them heaven, which they themselves find in splitting up their quims with their sacerdotal pricks, and last, but by no means least, schoolmasters fuck and sodomise pretty boys; and the bishops establish convents of women under their thumbs that they may have seraglios.
So hypocrisy confers all, and kept Saint Geraud's reputation spotless till his death; for he was never found out.
R. I. P.
CHAPTER IV.
THE WIDOW'S STORY
Not long before his death, the buxom widow, who was always his greatest favourite, on account of her love for all that is out of the way in sensual libertinism, gave him a few sketches of her life, with which, we will close this bock, and bid our readers farewell.
It was on an evening that she and Saint Geraud, having tired themselves with many combats of love, were resting.
"Tell me of some those things that you have experienced " said he, "nothing will raise this drooping prick so much as to hear some of your adventures in search of new excitements."
"Willingly," said she, stroking and playing with his prick, that lay at half-cock lazily on his balls.
He poured her out a glass of champagne, and then resting with one of his hands on the bushy curls of her wet cunt, she proceeded as follows :
My mother was the result of an amour between a charming nun in one of the largest convents of France, and an Abbe noted for his gallantries. As soon as she was born and smuggled out of the convent, the holy father who was responsible for her existence, made a present of her to one of the most noted procuresses in Paris to bring up as she liked, which she did to such effect that my mother became, from the age of twelve to the end of her life (which occurred when she was forty, from an accident to a diligetiee in which she was travelling), one of the most noted cyprians in the Metropolis, and in the exercise of her profession amassed an enormous fortune, which she did not live long enough to dissipate. Her constant frigging, Tucking, gamahuching, and so on, kept her very successfully from falling into the family way, but at last some admirer, either with a bigger prick, or more fertile spunk, succeeded in giving her a big belly, in her twenty-eighth year, and I entered the world in due time, at first to her great disgust, but as she reflected that I might be made of considerable profit to her, to her satisfaction.
It can easily be imagined that, with such a lineage, I was born with very strong passions. When I was seven years old, instead of being soothed to sleep by toys or sweets, my mother used to guide my little finger into my tiny pink crack; nature did the rest, and I soon frigged myself to sleep. I have heard since this is a common trick with randy nursemaids. When I was eight I used to be witness of all my mother's love encounters with her lovers, and she used to take a lascivious delight in knowing that I was an interested spectator of their mad fuckings and friggings, and many a time used I to aid the great steaming prick, as it passed in and out of her cunt, by tickling their great hairy balls with my little hands, as they banged against my mother's hairy bottom.
She also used, when no man appeared, to make me fuck her to sleep with a dildo, or sometimes to suck her clitoris till she spent, and always finished by tickling my little quim with her tongue, which made me wild with delight, or making me frig myself opposite her, while she did the same, to teach me the right motions, she also encouraged me to play with boys a little older than myself, to frig their pricks and suck them; then with older ones, till at ten she had my maidenhead taken by one of her wealthiest patrons. I was strapped down with my legs wide apart, and she sat with her cunt on my face, to stop my cries, and also to ailow Iwr to see and enjoy the sight. My ravisher soon burst through every obstacle, and spent my little cunt full of boiling spunk, whilst my mother, babbling forth obscene words, almost choked me with her spendings. They both kissed my violated quim, wet with blood and sperm. From that day to the day of her death, I was her constant associate in every lascivious sport.
I was then twelve years old, and was as well acquainted with everything as a woman of thirty. My mother left me the whole of her amassed wealth (over a million of francs). One of my mother's old lovers, who I strongly suspect to have been my father, took charge of me, and sent me to good schools. Here I became quite a goddess to the other girls, as I instructed thorn in all the mysteries of tribadism, frigging themselves, till we all became a set of the most lascivious little devils you can imagine. At sixteen I took most charming, apartments, and then-was fool enough to marry-my husband dissipated half my fortune, and was then considerate enough to die, leaving me, however, with a boy of ten and two girls of eleven and nine.
Having still a very good income (over half a million francs) I determined to live for pleasure alone. I soon had many lovers, and educated my children to assist in my orgies and add to my income. I found that they had thoroughly inherited the lascivious disposition of their parents; they could scarcely help it, if there is anything in hereditary transmissions. The eldest girl, now thirteen, you have seen, is, as you know, called Clairette, the prettiest brunette, with rosy cheeks, and black hair, and a fine leg; the second, ten, Zilla, a laughing blonde, with flaxen hair and blue eyes, and the boy, a little Adonis of twelve, with brown eyes, red-gold hair and a perfect prick and balls, without a hair, whose name is Claude.
I would Often strip them and myself stark naked, and with closed doors and bright lamps and fires, pass half the day in instructing them in every amorous devibe. I would make them frig themselves, and their brother, and with my fingers buried in my own bushy cunt, watch them as they all three writhed in lascivious contortions, with not. a single hair on their pretty little privates. Although I was very fond of men, I took a frantic and lustful pleasure in teaching boys and girls their first lessons in the art of love; still I kept the girls maidenheads untouched till I met you, and knew that you were the one man who would appreciate them, even if you had not merited it by your great kindness, when by that dreadful financial crash I had been nearly ruined.
As for the boy, I couldn't resist the temptation myself, it was one afternoon, all kinds of lascivious ideas were floating vaguely in my brain; we were all together, the table was covered with fruit and silver cups of iced champagne; scattered here and there were erotic books, with illustrations of every device of lust, and with photographs from life of every attitude of love. Kneeling between my outspread thighs was my eldest girl, Clairette; she was gently frigging me with a life-like indiarubber dildo, and passing it slowly up and down between the thick lips of my cunt, and watching it as it came open, glistening with spendings from the thick bush of black hair, which, as you see, almost reaches my navel. At the same time she was. frigging her own smooth quim with a skilled finger. Zilla and Clauds were on the great bear skin rug in an absolute state of nakedness, he was kneeling over her and showing his perfect arse and its pink hole', while he gamahuched her little quim; she had his ivory-like prick and its red head and dangling olive shaped balls, just over her face; with one hand she tickled his balls, and, with the other frigged him. As I gazed on this, a strong desire shot through me, and left me trembling with eager lust. Son, or no son, I must enjoy the maidenhead of that lovely prick and balls. Clairette, startled by the jet of spunk that shot over the shaft of the dildo, and her hands at this thought, gave mi the opening I desired.
"Darling mamma," said she, "How randy you are this afternoon; you've spent again! aren't any of your lovers coming this afternoon? The Prince da Q. or the Marquis de X.? I hope they are; we do love to help you to fuck and to see their pricks going in and out of this glorious cunt, whilst we tickle and feel them."
"No dear," I said, but I must confess I do long for a fuck; It must be looking at Claude's pretty prick and balls." Clairette then jumped up and entreated me to let Claude fuck me, whilst she and Zilla assisted.
Claude, fired by the idea, jumped up, with his prick as stiff as an ivory ruler, and threw himself on my belly. Zilla put herself over my face, for me to gamahuche her cunt, and Clairette, kneeling behind her brother, guided his prick into my qinm; The incest fired my imagination, and a jet of spunk poured over his balls and Clairette's hand, I clasped him madly to me; his face was buried in my bosoms; i quivered my arse and buried one finger in his bottom hole. In two or three moments we all spent, his prick stiffened itself in me, and shot his maiden spunk into the delighted cunt that had produced him twelve years before. Zilla's virgin dew was on my lips, and Clairette had fallen back, frigging herself madly on the rug; and as we languidly watched her, we saw her stiffen out, and arch her back as she spent. Zilla meanwhile had sucked Claude's prick clean and sweet after its immersion in me, and we all swore after to repeat these scenes.
You, dear Saint Geraud, have often watched them with me, and you remember that you followed up the taking of the prick's maindenhead by me, by taking that of his arsehole yourself. I can see you now with your prick buried in it, whilst you frigged his lovely prick in front with one hand, and tickled his balls with your other. I can recall the last shove as you spent into his bum, whilst his spunk shot out into Zilla's face, as .she knelt opposite. Clairette and I with hands crossed, frigged and looked on-Those were happy days.
Sometimes I would spend an afternoon with a Madame Dubarry, who kept a magnificent bawdy house, with many girls of all sorts and complexions, from an English girl with red hair and blue eyes, to a magnificent negress, as black as jet. In her place all tastes were gratified; there were girls from eight and nine to magnificent women of forty; and in certain private chambers boys between twelve and eighteen, for these who take delight in pederastic joys, such as you have learned to love. Between her and me there was a close friendship. We sensually worshipped each ether, and as we grew older, and wanted more and race excitement, there was no refinement of lust or exciting obscenity we did not practice. We passed our days in thinking, of fresh pleasures; lying side by side with our heads rested upside down on each other's thighs, we could gamahuchs both cunt and arsehole; every day either I was at her house, visiting the women, girls, and boys of her staff, or she would be at mine, performing mad scenes of lust and excitement, assisted by my two girls and the boy; the latter she called her little lover, and Claude fucked her many a time, but chiefly she took art incestuous pleasure in seeing him fuck me, whilst she licked his balls, and frigged herself, or was dildoed and kissed by Clairette and Zilla.
At her place everything was possible and, the richest gentlemen and noblemen used to go there, where every fancy could be indulged in. At. these scenes they always wished that she and I should assist. One who came "there was madly fond of ravishing young girls with hairless cunts; we used to frig him up to the proper pitch, and one would stretch the legs wide apart, whilst the other knelt straddling over the victim's face, rubbing her cunt on it; then regardless Of his victim's cries and screams, we would watch him forcing his great prick into her tight slit; frigging ourselves, we would delight in her contortions, and spend as he drew forth his cock, streaming with blood, and thrust our fingers into her gaping cunt, to add to her pain and shame, Madame Dubarry also took a peculiar pleasure in frigging boys, and in extracting their first spendings from them; sometimes, too lazy even to do that, she would teach them to frig themselves. I have often seen her sitting in a large fautessil, quite naked, with Claude or some other boy on her lap, frigging his pretty prick and working the soft skin backwards and forwards over the crimson knob, and with skilful masturbating hand, quickening the motion, and eagerly watching the pearly drops spurt ever her hand and belly.
We were both fond of being licked by a magnificent dog she kept. Lying back in armchairs, we would take it in turns to be gamahuched by this intelligent animal. One day it struck us that we should like to see a woman fucked by this great beast. There her will was law. She had all her girls brought in naked, and asked for a volunteer; two or three at once, carried away by lust, volunteered. Forcing a ring, all were randy women, and five or six of our more favourite lovers (my three children of course being there), sat round; frigging was the order of the day on this occasion; and accordingly the most vigorous self pollution went on all through the scene. The patient was a most beautiful girl, very fast, and as she knelt on all fours her great bosoms, with pink nipples hung down. She was an enchanting spectacle; her enormous fat arse, disclosing a crimson gash between the cheeks, and a pretty corrugated brown arsehole above, both set in a bush of crisp and curly black hair; another girl led in the great dog, who immediately thrust in his tongue into her crack, which made her give a lustful shudder of delight; the other girl now, with her hand, soon produced a very fine prick, as big as a man's. Drawing him over the girl, he drove his prick into her as though she had been a bitch, and fucked with extraordinary rapidity, his balls banging against her bum. We saw her respond, and with tremours of delight to his strokes, like a flash he gave the last shove and spent, her spunk and his dropped on the carpet in thick white drops. We almost all spent together, the men grasping their pricks and shooting their spunk in jets, and the women's spurting over their thighs and fingers. My girls and boys were delighted, and followed suit, their faces red with desire.
The scene so delighted Madame Dubarry that she frequently repeated it, the girl having experienced a new pleasure in the performance.
Sometimes the two negresses and two white girls would enact scenes of tribadism and gamahuching, forming delightful studies in black and white.
All the resources of her seraglio were at my disposal. One day when she had gone to look up a few young girls in the country for some of her patrons, f determined to have an afternoon of solitary enjoyment? That is to say without her.
Choosing one of the most delightful rooms in the establishment, I ordered them to fetch me two or three young girls and the same number of boys. Priming them with two or three glasses of strong wine, we soon got into such a state of lasciviousness that I could hardly bear the throbbing of my cunt, "Strip," was the order of the day, and we were soon as naked as when we entered the world.
I chose a large sofa without a back, and covered it with a splendid black bear skin rug, against which my own bare skin looked splendidly white. The children crowded round me; although they were only young, the girls from eleven to thirteen, and the boys from eleven to fourteen, they were of course familiar with every phase of lust, and by education their passions were far in advance of their years. I then began frigging myself, and playing with their hairless little slits and pricks, and soon found I couldn't stand it. I made one of the girls suck my cunt and frig my bottom-hole with a finger, whilst two boys licked my nipples and the black curls of my armpits, as I held a sweet young prick, that reminded me of Claude's, in each hand; the rest were frigging and gamahuching each other. Soon I couldn't stand the mad excitement, and spent profusely, almost drowning the girl's face, whose tongue produced the effect.
After this I thought I would Madame Dubarry's favourite lust with one of the boys. I frigged him and tickled his balls, whilst the girls stood round and watered the crisis with delight; I told them to look and to have a lesson, and made one little girl take opposite me another boy, and frig his bottom-hole with her finger. My more scientific motions succeeded first, and I had the delight of feeling the shiver of the dear boy's body, as he shot his liquid pearls over my thighs. The other soon followed suit, and I made the girl receive the spunk in her mouth.
The wine cups passed round freely, and we looked at bawdy books and photographs. I was soon ready for my next move. Keeping the two eldest, a girl and a boy, for myself, I made the other four dispose themselves on the hearthrug in the following way : A girl laid herself on her back, and a boy, laid upon her belly, and fucked; the second couple the reverse, the girl being on the top. The sight of these four peach-like bottoms, lovely pink slits, and ivory cocks, going in and cut, nearly drove me wild. I made my girl frig me with an enormous dildo, filled with hot milk; the boy stood by me, so that I could suck his prick, frig his arsehole, and tickle his balls. All these excitements soon produced their effect, the couples on the rug almost screamed with delight, as they came, madly writhing and using all the obscene words they knew. I, arching my body in the wildest lust, spent over the shaft of the indiarubber dildo, the ball of which, squeezed by my pretty operator, shot its flood of boiling milk into my longing gap; the boy filled my mouth with his fine and almost virgin spunk. The only one who had not come was my girl with the dildo; but I soon appeased her by making the boy frig her with two fingers, one in the cunt and one in the bum-hole.
And now the young ones crowded round to please themselves, by looking at the contrast of their undeveloped charms and mine. They played with my great bosoms, and licked the strawberry tips; they gazed with astonishment at the mass of black curls under my armpits, and kissed them, pleased with the faint lascivious aromatic odour; they laughed when I told them in twenty years they would have as much, and the boys ran their fingers through the bristly black brush of my cunt, and compared its thick fleece with the hairless slits of their playfellows; to oblige them I turned on my face, and felt quite randy, as I found them kissing and playing with the enormous spheres of my arse, and the tickling of their fingers as they ran down the-moist furrow, and pushed them into my arsehole, which had, in sooth, been stretched by so many pricks; it was like a little cunt.
To finish my sports, I put my couples again on the hearthrug, but the two girls together, up-side-down, for a gamahuche, and the two boys, to have a little bit of sodomy, which they were well acquainted with. As for me, I knelt on my hands and knees in a comfortable position, so that I could see all. Behind me my little Adonis (who I wished had been Claude) knelt so that he could fuck me in my bottomhole, whilst I frigged myself with one hand, the other girl had orders to sit in a chair, and frig herself with a small wax candle, that would easily fit her young crack, so that I might see her as she spent. The two young girls were rolling their tongues round each other's slits at a great rate, pushing, quivering, licking, murmuring "oh! ah!" and so on. The crisis rapidly approaching, my eyes, staring with sensuality and lust, wandered to the two boys; one was on all fours, and the other, kneeling behind him, had sheathed his prick to (I was going to say to the hair but he hadn't) but still to the balls. He was working up and down in this tight scabbard, with every appearance of delight; of his hands, passed round in front, one was occupied in squeezing and moulding his balls, and the other in frigging the pretty prick, whose knob appeared and disappeared from the fold of white skin. This could not last long. What! saw, I felt, for my young champion's prick, worked bravely in my bottom-hole, and I frigged myself madly, with my teeth set; looking at my reflection in a mirror. The crisis came nearer and nearer. The young girl with the candle came first, and fell back with the candle rammed in as far as she could get it, half fainting with delight. I saw her pull it out and kiss it, enjoying the sweet scent of her own quim. I came next, and my dear boy, the spunk flowing up to my very vitals. The two girls sank lifeless on each other, and lastly, with protruding eyes, the operating boy gave the final shove whilst he frigged out the jet of white spunk from his friend's prick. We were exhausted, and separated for the day, my cunt really satisfied for the time, and giving them many presents, we kissed and parted.
When Madame Dubarry returned from her trip, she laughed when she heard of my escapade, and said she often passed the afternoon like that; she swore that such methods of spending were far more exciting than the old worn out plan of the tame fuck.
My description fired her blood, we were sitting in two armchairs-she wheeled a large mirror in front of us, so that we were clearly reflected.
Then she said "nothing is so delicious as to watch one's self frig before a glass."
We rolled up our clothes above our waists, and putting a, leg over the arm of the chair, we each buried a middle finger in our cunts, watching as we frigged faster and faster, and seeing the signs of approaching bliss in the spending that trickled from the thick lips of our mutual cunts, and on our fingers. Then my other hand flew to my clitoris, which I rubbed hard, whilst Madame, passing her disengaged one under her thigh, frigged the hole in her bottom.
"Oh fuck, prick, bollocks" we murmured in transport; our eyes soon took a wild hysteric glare, and our cheeks flushed scarlet, when almost simultaneously we spent, keeping up the delicious motion to the very end, spreading open our quims so as to see right inside, and observe the pearly drops oozing out slower and slower.
Madame seized my hand and sucked my finger in her rosy lips, I did the same for her. This maddened us both, we tore off our clothes and threw ourselves on the bed, rubbing our hairy cunts together, frigging, till finally turning upside down, we went madly into a double gamahuche, and rolling about, clasped tight, to each other, and licking each other's cunts and arsehole, with our lips buried in the lips and their bushes of hair.
At last, quite mad with lust and wine, she murmured "let us piss over each other's lips!"
"Do, do," I said, "my darling, anything with you!"
We did, our lips were wet with spunk and piss combined, on which stream we swam away in an ocean of delight.
When I returned home I found my three very pleasantly occupied; Claude was fucking Clairette, whilst Zilla was acting as postillion, with one little finger in his pretty burn-hole. But, dear Saint Geraud, you know all three so well that really I need not describe what they are like.
But after describing what I had just done with Madame Dubarry, who they loved, nothing would satisfy Claude but that he must fuck me; but he over-rated his powers; he could not come again so soon after having his sister. I whispered in his ear," if you can't spend, darling, piss. I must have something."
He did, and I have never felt anything equal the pleasure I felt, I responded, deluging his balls. I have often tried it since with many men, and it is perfect.
Clairette and Zilla with soft warm towels soon put us in order, and felt they had learnt yet a new lesson.
And now, dear Saint Geraud, we must part. I see my recital has put this dear fellow in good state for the two novices I have provided for. you to-night. I need not remind you of the crash in which I lost all my money, nor do I regret it, because it brought me and mine to you, and never shall I forget your noble kindness and generosity, that has placed us beyond Want.
We are all one, and are at your disposal day and night. Kiss me! Now I must go.
But he was determined not to be put off. He rapidly unfastened the buttons of her loose wrapper, slipping-it over her shoulders and dragging her arms out of the sleeves with scant ceremony, and soon had her neck and shoulders exposed to view.
Getting behind her, despite her remonstrances, he held her on her knees with one hand and with the ether placed his rubicund affair under her armpit, forcing her to hold her am tight to her side.
A few short drives among the thick curly undergrowth, and against the warm perspiring flesh, soon brought the requisite effect into play, the tickling of the moist hair greatly aiding and producing satisfaction. She plunged her midd'e finger into her matronly cunt, and frigged in unison, with a hard skilled in masturbation, from a life-long practice.
His first spurt of joy sent a shower of spunk right across the room, and the rest in thick drops dripped slowly down upon the warm and ample bosom of the widow, who was fearfully excited at the sight of his prick as it alternately appeared and vanished under her armpit; with a shudder of pleasure she spent, her eyes fixed in a wild lustful hysteric stare on his spunk, as it lay on her breasts. They embraced fondly and at length parted.
It was not long after that, to her great grief, Saint Geraud died; but he left her, by his will, well able to face the storms of this world, and the troubles of life.
