'But how?… Why?' 'Til soon tell you. There, that will do!'
I found myself astride his breast, my head still in the same place!
'Now,' said he, 'bend down, push out your lovely ARSE… there… now place your little CUNT on my mouth.'
'Here I am!'
'Good. Now let us both do minette. Tell me in time, and we'll spend together!'
Although rather puzzled at this new method, I gracefully gave way to him, and soon I felt a clever and delicate tongue travel over my cleft. I went off into a mad rage, I once more took hold of the instrument, that I had let go for a moment, got the entire head into my mouth, and pumped at it with frenzy! An electric current seemed to envelope my entire frame, each stroke of F.'s tongue was answered by my mouth! … What delirious joy!.. I had already spent thrice, when feeling that the fourth time was nigh, and that my lover, shuddering and palpitating, was reaching the supreme moment, I exclaimed: 'I am ready! Spend, darling, spend in my mouth!'
What happened then?… I know not!.. I lost consciousness beneath the burning jet! # # # My lover's adorable lessons had rendered me very knowing, I thought I had no more to learn. I was mistaken, there was one supreme lesson left for me to learn.
I have often repeated that my buttocks, or rather my ARSE, was of rare beauty. The furrow that divided the oval had already received thousands and thousands of my lover's kisses, whose greatest delight was to place me so as to enjoy this spectacle thoroughly. He would then open the lips of the gap of love, caress it, kiss it, and worship it in every manner.
Sometimes his finger would wander higher up, and I could feel a strange titillation at the opening of the secret orifice above!
Sometimes, even when plugged up to the roots, fainting beneath the divine dew that was spouted into me, I felt the finger penetrate far up the narrow path!
That singular caress caused me quite a peculiar erotic joy that I had not sought to analyse.
On one of the rare evenings when we were able to get between the sheets, after having felt each other all over for some time, my lover took off my chemise and looked lovingly at my nakedness.
Knowing his passionate love for my arse, I presented it to him, ducking my head and stretching myself as wide open as I could. F. got up behind me, but instead of getting into my cunt as usual he contented himself with rubbing the head of his Priapus against me.
'Put it in!' cried I, 'you are teasing me dreadfully!'
'Wait a bit!'
'What are you doing? You hurt me. Not there!'
And indeed, I felt the point trying to penetrate the singular aperture I have just mentioned.
'Let me do as I please, my adored one! I entreat you. A loveable woman is cunt all over, no single part of your beautiful body must remain virgin to my offering!'
'But 'tis impossible! It can never go in!'
'Oh, yes, I can get it entirely in if you will let me.'
'But you'll kill me. I shall suffer. I shall shriek, I shan't spend at all.'
'Yes, you will, and afterwards you'll say yourself how nice it was. I'll wager that you will often ask me to do it.'
'No, 'tis impossible. Come, darling, put it in lower down, it's just as nice for you!'
'But I supplicate you to let me do it. It's the greatest proof of love that a woman can give. I demand that proof.'
'Oh, heaven! I can't refuse you. Go along then and do it.
How funny all the same.'
I said no more, and remained passive, presenting as well as I could what was required of me. My lover went to the toilettable and lubricated himself with a stick of cosmetic, then, taking up his position again, he once more knocked at the narrow gate. His first attempts did not succeed; I suffered and felt no pleasure at all, but I loved him so much that I could have suffered greater agonies still. And, besides, my curiosity and a desire for the unknown sustained me. My lover ceased his efforts an instant, and, passing his hand between my thighs, began to frig me. Symptoms of pleasure now arose, and I myself begged for a second trial, but my lover's leaning posture was too uncomfortable. He took my hand and placed it where his had toyed. I understood him, and rubbed away myself.
Again I felt the terrible point — the pleasure in front neutralised the agony that my poor arse still felt.
At last, I felt as if an enormous ring was dilated within me, and suddenly the monstrous cylinder slipped in in its entirety. I quickened the movement of my hand. An immense… twofold… sharp… extraordinary spending spasm overpowered me. I almost fainted and fell forward in an indescribable nervous fit.
My lover, luckily, had not been unhorsed; he followed my movement and laid his full length upon me. He gave a few more strokes, and filled his strange shelter with a hot ejaculation, that he spurted forth with many groans and sighs, to bear witness to his lively pleasure.
We remained some time in this position without speaking. I felt a certain shame that I could not explain, and was almost vexed at having spent so well by the ravishing of that unusual nook. On the other hand I could not prevent myself being delighted by the opening of this new source of pleasure.
F. kissed me and whispered: 'Well, what do you think of it?'
'I hardly know.'
'Did you spend?'
'Well, yes!'
'Are you vexed at having submitted to my whim?'
'No.'
'Will you ever ask me to do it again?'
'I think I shall, but not often; it is too exciting — too awfully good!'
During our chat, the position remained unchanged, my lover's peg was still planted in my tiny hole, I felt it diminishing, he tried to withdraw. I pinched in my buttocks, so that willy-nilly I kept him at his post.
'You wanted to get in,' said I to myself, 'and there you shall stop!'
I relied on his well-tried strength, and while I waited for it to return I teased him, and used all the words he had taught me.
'How do you call this style of fucking?' said I. 'You have not touched the poor little cunt that has had nothing this time.'
'It's called… but never mind, well call it mignonner. That's a pretty word, isn't it? and goes well with rnimtte.'
'Well darling, mignonne me again, I begin to like it. Ah! I can feel your nice prick reviving; treat kindly this ARSE you love so much… Don't go away yet, I beg of you. I want your spendings once more.'
As I rattled out all these little bawdy words, that I knew electrified my lover, I loosened the tightness of my buttocks gradually, so as to leave him full liberty of action.
I began to feel again the advance symptoms of that double pleasure I had just felt, my lover was not yet quite ready, I seemed to feel him get weak, I told him not to leave me, and we rose again with infinite care to our first posture.
'Now, my darling,' said I, 'don't move. I'll do it all myself!'
I began to wriggle my rump carefully backwards and forwards. My lover, on his knees, as still as a statue, was passionately contemplating this libidinous sight. He could see, as he told me afterwards, his arrow, held as though in a vice, appear almost entirely, and then be completely lost to view in its harrow quiver.
After a few minutes of this delicious fun, my lover had recovered his pristine vigour. I could tell that by the growing thickness and stiffness of the member that bound our bodies together. I soon felt him shiver; broken utterances issued from his lips. I let him know that I was ready, and a fresh jet of spunk caused us both to swoon away with joy. # # # My well-beloved F. was right. I grew to like it! How many times has he not said with his soft voice, as he leans over me: 'Where will you have it?'
And how often have I not pointed to my bottom, with my finger, and answered: 'There!'
