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Chapter Eight

“Well, Holy Father,” said Emilie, addressing the monk, “I am perfectly ready to proceed, that is if you are quite sure that you are done with Madame d'Ermonville and the other ladies. One thing I must say, that the company need not expect to hear anything from me so lascivious as what they have just seen in the performance of you and Monsieur Augustine and your lovely victims, for so I must take the liberty of calling them, considering that their persons have been outrageously violated.”

“Don't trouble yourself about us, Mademoiselle Emilie,” exclaimed my mother, “Agnes and I are none the worse for what we have undergone. Remember that a rumphole will recover its tightness and elasticity, whereas a maidenhead once burst through is lost forever. And now, please continue your narrative, which I have no doubt will prove exciting enough.”

“I think,” said Emilie, “I left off where I expected the arrival of my mother. I parted with my seducer and promised him admittance to my bedchamber that night or any night that he pleased. I permitted my maid to arrange my hair and partially to undress me, then I dismissed her, informing her that I proposed to stay up and read for a short time. She obeyed, glad enough to go to bed; and then by way of reading I took from my pocket the small book which Victor had given me, and which I eagerly consulted. Most of the prints I had seen before he violated me, when I was confused and eager. Now I looked at them leisurely, and deliberately; and certainly I must say that every posture which the wantonness of woman or the lust of man could possibly suggest was there delineated.

“Looking at these beautiful pictures naturally suggested to my mind what position my handsome young page would choose to place me in when he came to pay me a visit. This question suggested the idea of whether I was fit to receive him. Willing, I most undoubtedly was, for I began, notwithstanding the ruthless bursting of my maidenhead, to feel very excited. But the worst of it was that my cunt, like those of our pretty young friends Louise and Agnes, was most undoubtedly sore. I knew now what to do; for I felt sure that if my gallant young page could manage by any means to invade my sleeping chamber, he would have no mercy upon me. I recalled that I had some lip salve; this I copiously applied to very different lips than those for which it was intended. Then wrapping myself up in my quilted dressing gown, I determined to wait one hour and no longer.

“Before the expiration of that time the house was perfectly quiet, and I had hardly ascertained that fact to my satisfaction when the room door was opened and Victor entered. His face was a little flushed, but he looked as handsome as ever. I fancied he might have been drinking some wine, but I was mistaken. He flung himself down on his knees before me, clasped me to his bosom and devoured my lips with passionate kisses. As he did so, he thrust his hand between my thighs and began to shove his forefinger up my orifice. This I begged him not to do, telling him that I was quite ready to yield my charms to him in any way he liked best, but that having his cock rammed into me would be severe enough without having my little treasure irritated by his finger. I then told him what I had done about the lip salve and he told me that I had acted very prudently, for he could hardly contain himself.

“'Indeed,' Victor said, laughing, 'your passions are very easily raised. Let us see.' So saying, I put my hand to the waistband of his velvet breeches and he, divining my intention, let slip the buttons. Down came the breeches, and lo, there stood his beautiful prick as stiff and eager as if he had not been between a girl's thighs for a month. The veins bulged out in high relief against the fair skin. The head was a dark plum on the end of the shaft. And at the base the luscious grape-like balls dangled below the thick matte of hair.

“He then explained to me that he had been in that heated state for the last ten minutes, and I told him that I supposed that he had been feeling the charms of some of the waiting maids on the stairs or in the corridor, and being interrupted by the approach of somebody had been obliged to run off with his lust unappeased. This I said in jest, for I could pretty well guess that when a page has raised his eyes to his mistress and been so successful at raising her petticoats, he will not chase at lower game, at least not for a while. Consequently, I was not much surprised by my young gentleman giving my suggestion a most emphatic denial; but I must confess, I was a little surprised to hear him declare that it was no other than Madame La Marquise herself, on her return from the masquerade, that had thus excited his sensual passions.

“'What!' exclaimed I, 'my mother?'

“'Even so, Mademoiselle,' replied Victor, in no way abashed. 'You know the splendid costume in which she was attired, that of a page of the reign of Henry IV. Well, that costume is all very well as long as the cloak and doublet are worn, but when they are taken off, the costume of the lady became more enticing and delicate.'

“He then proceeded to explain that my mother immediately on reaching her own room had complained of the heat, and in the presence of her favorite waiting maid and himself had divested herself of her outward clothing and exhibited herself in a pair of long silk stockings. 'Considering, Mademoiselle,' he continued, 'that she had very little else on but a velvet cap with a drooping white feather, it is no wonder that my manly passions were excited by her voluptuous form.'

“To this I replied in mock anger that if my mother's more matured charms – the beauty of which I fully acknowledged – had excited his lust, he had better go into her room and tell her so, and see what sort of an answer he would receive. To this he made no direct reply, but begged me to take my delicate hand off his prick, or he might make a mistake and waste his precious juice upon my silk dressing gown. I immediately desisted, and he reflected a moment on the position in which he could fuck me with the most ease and comfort to me, and I presume, to himself. Finally, he decided upon what he called the 'flying position,' and upon my asking him what was the peculiarity of that position, he turned over the leaves of the precious volume and showed me a picture of a Turk and a beautiful Greek. The lovely slave was represented as lying at the edge of the bed, on her belly, while her lustful master was holding her by the thighs, one on each arm, so that as he shoved his prick into her, the weight of her rump and body generally forced her down upon him and him into her. This he proposed to do to me, and lost no time in stripping me of my robe. Congratulating himself upon my being such a light weight, he placed me in the required position.”

I must here remark that at this period of Emilie's story, I was so much enchanted by the description of this fashion of fucking, that I mentally determined to try the effect upon Louise, who was as light as air itself. Or perhaps Agnes, or both. Emilie proceeded.

“When he had got the lower part of my rump uppermost on the edge of the bed, and my thighs resting on the hollow of each of his arms, he steered his cock to my entrance. He rested the burning head on my slit and slowly pushed until the red knob disappeared within. Then he thrust vigorously, drawing almost all the way out before ramming it inside once again. Such was the size, heat, and stiffness of his weapon that notwithstanding my prudent application of lip salve, I could not help a low cry or two. What I would have done without the lip salve I don't know. I wonder if ever a young fellow with his cock well into a girl's pussy paid any attention to her “Ohs and Ahs.” At any rate, my handsome lover did not; but there was one good thing about him, which was that thanks to his lust and the display of my charms, he expended his fury and sperm shower in about five pushes. My pain, such as it was, was over in a minute. Then covering my bottom with grateful, admiring, and very sensual kisses, he assisted me into bed, and, stripping himself, prepared to follow me. He bolted the door, and proposed to leave the lamp burning, for the purpose he said of seeing when the proper time would arrive for him to leave the room. I also strongly suspect that he wanted to see, as well as feel, the enjoyment of his intended vagaries. As for myself, I felt well inclined for sleep, and when he got into my bed and clasped me in his arms, I laid my hand upon his breast, intending to get some repose if I could.

“After being most generously kissed, I dropped off into a short slumber, but a moment's reflection would have convinced me that short indeed was the slumber that I had any right to expect. For of course, if Master Victor had come to bed only to go to sleep, he might just as well have remained in his own apartment. But at any rate, to sleep I went and I recollect dreaming that I was a little girl again, playing in the hay field with my little cousins, and that I was being rolled over in the hay while one of my naughty little friends was feeling what he used to call Cousin Emilie's pretty bottom. I strove to call out that he was rude and that I would tell Mama. Then my dream altered, and I fancied that I had committed some great crime and was to suffer death by impalement, only that the stake was to be thrust through my posteriors and not my belly. My dream was so vivid and real as to this last incident that in striving to cry out for mercy, I awoke and found myself lying very nearly on my belly with my face sideways on the pillow. My voluptuous tyrant had oiled both my rump and his prick, and had actually begun his entrance while I was asleep. No wonder I dreamed that my posterior was being impaled.

“It was no use attempting to stop his proceedings. He had already partially forced an entrance. His knob was in, and I knew it was of no use to ask him to draw it out. I might as well have politely requested a tiger to let go a lamb he had captured. So by way of making the best of the matter, I begged him to be very gentle, as I felt that his cock seemed awfully large and stiff for this freshly opened orifice. To do him justice, he obeyed me very carefully and made his shoves very gently and easily until, as I felt, he had got his whole length in, up to the balls.

“And then I presume he had the reward of his gentleness, for he gave three or four rapid pushes, accompanied by the maddest, wildest expressions of delight that I could ever have imagined possible: praises of my loveliness, the beauty of my shape, the grace and length of my legs, the plumpness of my thighs, the whiteness and softness of my cunt – which he was ramming his fingers into – the size of my breasts and the stiffness of my nipples, and finally the peculiar delight and the charms of the hole into which, in the middle of his ecstasies, he had injected a jet of warm thick liquid.

“As he sank down on my body, he burst out into a litany of my kindness, amiability, general loveliness of mind as well as of body. Now, all this was no doubt very flattering to my vanity, but of course, I had sense enough to know that if I had not been a handsome girl who had surrendered ass and pussy to him, I should have heard nothing of my grace of mind or disposition. When my handsome friend had withdrawn his stake and released my tender body from impalement, I told him as much, venturing at the same time a gentle remonstrance upon what I could not but consider an improper and lascivious use that he had made of my person while I was asleep.

“To this he replied that no words were strong enough to express the love and admiration which he felt for me. As for his little proceedings, so far from meaning any disrespect for me by invading the sanctity of my lovely rump, he had meant it as the greatest kindness, for he felt sure that if I had to undergo much more regular fucking, I should not have been able to walk.

“'Besides, you know, my sweet Mademoiselle,' he continued, 'that such performances are by no means uncommon, as for instance when a young lady has her monthly courses and is unfitted to receive her lover in the regular way, or when she is afraid of being got with child; or when she is heavy with child and approaching confinement and she is afraid of being injured by a cock being rammed up her cunt. Then, sometimes a lady is impelled by curiosity to feel what the new sensation is like, and a young gentleman sometimes wants a change, or his lust takes this particular direction. Indeed, my sweet mistress, there are a dozen excuses to be made for the rumphole performance.'

“'So it appears,' said I. 'Are there any pictures in that pretty book of yours that illustrate this chaste performance?' This I said as if indifferent, but in fact, I very much liked to look at the indelicate pictures, particularly when he explained them in his lascivious way. He at once replied that there were several, and that no book of licentious engravings would be complete without them.

“The book lay on a table beside the lamp by the bedside, so all he had to do was stretch out his hand for it. At the same time, he announced that it was half past three o'clock, and that there was no absolute necessity for him to rise before six. But he thought he had better tear himself away from me at five o'clock, so there would be no risk of his being seen, and consequently no suspicion of my character.

“I was pleased to hear him make this announcement, both on account of my own comfort – as I strongly suspected I'd had as much fucking and rumping as was good for me for the next twenty-four hours – and for my good reputation. Having expressed as much, we then proceeded to enlighten our understandings with the pictures.

“You young ladies who understand the subject so well, either from sight of the performance or from actual experience, will probably not be interested in my description of the pictures.”

Here she was interrupted by a general chorus of her audience begging her not to omit any part of her story. Father Eustace in particular told her to continue, affirming that her narrative was extremely instructive. At the same time, I noticed a lecherous twinkle in his eye as he glanced at the fair storyteller, which, taken in connection with the nature of the anecdotes she was telling, and his recent disappointment with regard to Adele, seemed to promise that Emilie would not sleep by herself that night, if indeed she slept at all.

She continued. “The first picture shown me was something like the one of the Turk and the Greek I had already seen, only in this one, the beautiful woman was forcibly held by a eunuch and a harem attendant in a stooping posture, while her sensual master was effecting a forcible entrance between the snow white cheeks of her rump. This was really a pretty picture, but nothing compared to the next he showed as far as brutal lust was concerned. It represented three Indians who had made captive a young Mexican girl and were dividing her among them. I don't mean chopping her in three pieces, but dividing the available parts of her person. She was represented as lying on her back on top of one savage so that his prick was thrust up her arsehole; another was kneeling over her face with his tool rammed into her mouth and holding up her legs at the same time, while the third was preparing to fuck her cunt, which was openly displayed.

“The contrast between the hideousness of the brutal savages, and the beauty of their victim, and between their brown skins and monstrous cocks, and her whiteness and delicate parts, was cleverly portrayed; although the picture was hideously licentious, it possessed an indescribable fascination for me.

“I'm afraid that I was beginning to be very sensual, and certainly my male companion did not let my propensities sleep.

“Of course, I did not outwardly show how the pictures and commentary had affected me; but as we lay on account of the warmth of the night and the natural heat of our bodies without bed covering, the effect upon him was remarkably evident – his shirt in the center of his body stuck up in a sharp pinnacle. When I playfully removed the covering, there was his huge cock, stiff as if he had not done any work or play at all. I began gently rubbing it up and down while I asked Victor what limit he proposed to put to his animal desires. To this he replied that although he had too much consideration for me to propose getting into my body any more for the present, either in front or behind, yet there was one way of doing the business which would certainly result in our mutual delight and satisfaction if I would condescend to do exactly as he told me.

“I had got into such a state of mind and body that I was ready to promise anything that would assuage my animal propensities without hurting me. Accordingly, in obedience to Victor's directions, I straddled over his face and presented the lips of my burning cunt right over the lips of his mouth. This posture you will perceive at once, my dear girls, brought my own face down upon his lower parts. Hardly had I got astride upon his face than he pushed his tongue into my open cunt with a delicious tingle as he shoved it in and rolled it about. I grasped his cock in ecstasy when, withdrawing his tongue for one moment, he exclaimed, 'Into your mouth, my sweet Mistress! Into your mouth if you love me!'

“If anyone had suggested to me twelve hours previously the idea of taking a young man's prick into my mouth, I should have scorned the idea as indelicate and impossible.

“But now, with my passions inflamed to the utmost, and with my lover doing precisely the same thing in his way that I was expected to do in my way, I hardly hesitated a moment. I took his magnificent pole into my mouth and commenced sucking it.

“Yes, you girls may laugh, but I assure you in its warm silkiness it was very nice, particularly when combined with the little game he was carrying on between my outspread thighs. He heaved his buttocks up to meet my mouth, and I, on my part, endeavored with an up and down movement to assist the operation of his tongue. That this gave me more delight than anything else I had yet experienced, I do not hesitate to declare.

“You see, his tool was really too large for either of the two holes in the lower part of my body to give me pleasure. Or if it did, it was mingled with great pain. So if his tongue was not too large for my cunt and his cock was not too large for my mouth, where was the harm of our mutually enjoying ourselves in this somewhat extraordinary fashion? Enjoy ourselves at any rate we did. I licked up and down the pulsing shaft, laving the underside from the crown to the balls. Then I swirled my tongue around the bulbous head, which action left him gasping and squirming. But better yet was the moment when I swallowed the entire shaft, feeling the thick piston throbbing in my throat. Just as the ecstatic feeling came over me and I felt that nature could no longer be restrained and that I must let the fountain burst forth – whatever consequences to Master Victor's face and mouth – he also began to heave his rump up in the most furious way while with both hands he pressed my bottom down upon his face. He passed one of his muscular legs over my neck so as to force my face more over him if possible.

“Just then I deluged his mouth and face, but he did not seem to mind it. On the contrary, he continued his sucking and lunging with his tongue, until the same thing happened to me that had already happened to him, and I found my mouth full of a thick warm, salty-tasting liquor. I gulped thirstily until the spasm stopped and I drained him dry.

“Then I got off of him, for I was afraid I was half smothering him, and we lay for half an hour in each other's arms, sleepily kissing and hugging.

“Shortly thereafter, Victor prudently declared that he must go to his room, as he would certainly fall asleep if he remained longer in my bed, and that it would be better and safer for us both for him to sleep in his own bed. Besides, he said three or four hours sleep would be of great service to him.

“Acquiescing to the truth of this, I let him partially dress himself and depart, feeling sure of the power of my charms to call him to my side whenever I might desire the pleasure of his company. The only thing was to find the opportunity. Reflecting upon this, I fell asleep and did not awake until my maid, Pauline, entered the room about ten o'clock, and desired to know if it was my pleasure to rise. Though usually very respectful, my attendant could not help noticing my pale cheeks, dark-circled eyes and general languid appearance.

“All this I attributed to my monthly courses having come on irregularly, which I also hoped would account for any casual blood stains that might be found on my chemise or bed gown.

“But, as events would show, she was not such a fool as to be taken in this way.

“In the meantime, she gave me some chocolate, which revived me, and then I went downstairs to my mother's boudoir to breakfast with her, and to hear her account of the gaieties of the previous night.

“By this time it was eleven o'clock, and I found my mother risen but not dressed.

“She seemed not only tired, but uneasy and vexed, not with me, though, as I was happy to find out. It seemed that my mother had conceived an affection for Monsieur Le Vicomte de Merville, and as all her efforts (and they were many) failed to bring this gentleman to her feet, she attempted a bold stroke at the masquerade. The Vicomte had often admired a valuable ring belonging to my mother; this it appears my mother had put in a small case and deposited in the right pocket of her breeches.

“When at the Masque, she put a small note into Monsieur de Merville's hand, intimating that the crime of picking a pocket might sometimes be forgiven and lead to happiness.

“She was sure that notwithstanding her mask, he knew her. 'And you'll hardly believe me, my dear Emilie,' she told me, 'that when the passionless wretch took advantage of my hint and did pick my pockets, though he did it in the grossest way, behind me in the very thick of the crowd and pressing the front part of his person against the back part of mine, and absolutely rammed both hands into the very bottom of my pockets, he never took the trouble to feel my body parts, no, not though the ring in its case lay right against them – the ring he took, of course, but I'll never forgive him, no, never,' exclaimed my mother, half sobbing with vexation to give a man such a fair opportunity and to have it neglected. 'I expected at least that he would have taken one good searching feel, and requested in my ear a whispered question for something more.'

“'Perhaps, dearest mother, he did not know you,' said I.

“'Then he ought to have found out,' replied my mother with a snuff.

“'Oblige me by requesting Victor to take away these breakfast things, and then you and Fanchette come help me to dress.'

“When Victor entered the room, my mother seemed struck with his appearance. He always looked very handsome, but this morning there was a pallor and a delicacy about his general appearance which was very captivating. Perhaps the effects of his rendezvous with his young mistress and his consciousness of it may have had some share in producing these results.

“At any rate my mother looked at him for a minute or two, then said, 'Victor, go into my dressing room and on the floor near the table you will find my garters lying… just bring them here, will you?' Victor obeyed, speedily returning with the small scarlet silk bands in his hands.

“'Now,' said my mother, 'kneel down and put them on for me.'

“'Oh, Mama,' I exclaimed, 'can't I do that for you?' You see, I recollected what Victor had told me in the night, and the impression made upon him by my mother's charming person, and I felt rather jealous. I knew that my mother gartered above the knee, and I dreaded the result.

“'Certainly not, child,' replied my mother. 'It is the duty of a page to wait upon his mistress.' So saying, as she lay upon the sofa, she deliberately lifted up one leg and drew her silk stocking up to the required height, so that as Victor knelt down to fit on the golden buckled belt, he could not help seeing everything she had to show.

“As he went through the same performance with the other leg, my mother suddenly called out. 'Oh! The wretched flea! Catch it if you can, Victor! And you, my child, may leave the room if you like, or stay if you like it better.'

“'Take down your breeches, Victor. The flea is between my thighs and no one can catch a lady's flea in those regions with his breeches buttoned.'

“Victor immediately obeyed, casting as he did so a deprecating look at me, as though to say he could not help it. I need not add that as soon as his stiff prick was set free from the encumbrance of his breeches, all my lady's anxiety about the flea disappeared; she lay with one leg over the back of the sofa on which she was reclining and beckoned him to come on.

“This he was not slow in doing, taking the time however to lay one of the spare sofa cushions under my mother's rump. As he did so, I was perfectly astonished at the extent of the charms she displayed; such a glorious pink slit in the midst of such an extensive black forest! And her bottom orifice, which was also displayed by her elevation on the cushion, why it was as large as my cunt! But I had not much time for observation, for the obedient page, always dutiful to his Mistress' commands, reared back and sheathed his weapon up to the hilt in her cunt in two strokes. At the same time, he tore open her robe, exposing her fully. Her breasts were ripe and well formed and tipped with large, rosy nipples. Those mounds jiggled with the force of Victor's persistent thrusts until he grasped them with both hands and crushed them cruelly. I have no doubt he gave my mother perfect satisfaction. Though she kept saying that she did not undergo this operation from any lascivious feelings, but merely as a medicine for her depression, still the broken stammering manner in which she spoke, and the way in which she crammed her fingers into Victor's rump, and put one leg after the other over his back, revealed something very different.

“He pumped her roundly, thrusting in and out, then rotating his hips so as to fully stretch her cunt. He drew back, almost to the point of popping his rod from her, then rammed it into her again and again, almost frantically.

“He finished her at last, then withdrew his sword from its moistened sheath, and commenced buttoning up while Mama languidly cried, 'Emilie, my child, wipe me dry, and pull down my robes.' I dutifully obeyed, but had hardly finished when we heard a carriage drive up to the door. There was a loud ring at the porter's bell.

“'Monsieur de Merville desires the honor of waiting upon my Ladyship,' announced one of the footmen entering the room.

“'Show him into the drawing room, and say that I shall have the pleasure of meeting him there,' said my mother. 'Emilie, my child, summon Fanchette, and accompany me to my bedroom, both of you.'

“No sooner had we arrived in that sanctuary than her ladyship, without assistance, stripped herself completely, while we damped her over with a sponge saturated with perfumed water.

“The next proceeding was a very important one. It was nothing less than washing mother's private parts with a solution of alum. This was to create a fictitious tightness, in the event I suppose, of the gallant Vicomte feeling those interesting parts either with his finger or his still more noble member. And indeed, after Victor's performance, something of the sort was absolutely necessary, for both her ladyship's orifices were open, slack and moist.

“After this proceeding we began to dress her ladyship in her most delicate underclothing; then, while Fanchette hastily put her hair into something resembling order, I selected a dark silk morning wrapper, which I considered would become her very well.

“As I was doing so, the drawing-room bell rang, and I heard the Vicomte ask the footman who appeared if Madame de Fleury had received his message.

“On my reporting this, my mother exclaimed, 'Go to him, my dear child, and keep him quiet and say that I am coming instantly.'

“So I hastened away, and in the drawing-room found a fine, tall gentleman superbly attired, who addressed me as Mademoiselle de Fleury, introduced himself as the Vicomte de Merville, and begged to know if charming Mama would honor him with her presence. I assured him that my Lady Mother would see him immediately, on which he politely remarked that the delay seemed less irksome now that he had a fair companion. Then he made complimentary allusion to my great beauty and likeness to my mother. He asked for the honor of saluting my maiden cheek. At this I blushed, and curtsied and tendered my cheek in courtly fashion as I had been instructed. But the cheek did not suit him; he proceeded to the lips, and after fairly devouring them and rolling his tongue around my mouth, he commenced feeling my person, outside my clothes it is true, but still very effectually.

“'Pray keep all this for my mother,' I managed to say.

“'Don't be alarmed, my sweet young friend,' he replied. 'I do not intend any violence on your delicate girlish body, but I am really anxious to see what sort of a daughter your beautiful Mama has got.'

“So saying, he lifted my frock and underclothing and deliberately inspected my legs, thighs, belly, bottom and private orifices.

“'Ah, ah!' he said, as he thrust his finger into my recently violated cunt, 'I have found out a secret, eh? Not a maid! And so young, too! Never mind, I won't tell Mama; it shall be a secret between us, but we'll talk about it some other day.'

“I was ready to cry with shame and vexation at having been so soon found out, but he kissed me and soothed me, and I felt somewhat reconciled. Just then, my quick ear caught my mother's step, and he had just time to withdraw his hand from my thighs, and I to drop and arrange my clothes, and both of us got a little further apart from each other. My mother entered the room, and very stately, graceful and queenly she looked. Monsieur Le Vicomte said so in very warm language!

“Holding out the ring he had taken out of her ladyship's pocket the night before, he said, 'I found this beautiful trinket last night. It was most delightfully situated. Have I your Ladyship's permission to keep it, or must I put it back where I found it?'

“'Pray keep it, dear Henri, as a token of my regard,' said my mother. 'You can't very well put it back where you found it. You see, I have no breeches on!'

“'Pardon me, your Ladyship, I do not see anything at all,' he replied laughing. 'At any rate, breeches or no breeches, the delightful neighborhood is there in all its glorious charms.'

“'Ah! dear Henri, you flatter me!' said my mother smiling and sighing.

“As for me, I began to think it was time for me to leave the room.”

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