FANNY:
“What are you doing? O God! Madame, but this is awful! I will call out! Let me alone, you make me afraid.”
And only kisses, more ardent, more animated, responded to her cries. With arms still more tightly enlaced, the two bodies formed but one.
GAMIANI:
“Fanny, be mine, all mine! Come, be my life! Tiens! It is pleasant! How you tremble, child! Ah! you yield!”
FANNY:
“You hurt, you hurt me! You are killing me! Ah! I am dying!”
GAMIANI:
“Yes, embrace me, my little one, my love! Press me closer. How beautiful you are all your pleasure Lascivious! you spend, you are happy! Oh God!”
Then passed a strange spectacle. The Comtesse, her eyes aflame, hair unbound, rolled and twisted on her victim, whose senses became active in their turn. Both renewed their bounds, their elans, smothering their sighs and cries with fiery kisses.
The bed creaked beneath the furious lunges of the Comtesse.
But soon, exhausted, broken, Fanny relaxed her arms. Pale, she remained immobile, like a fair corpse. The Comtesse became delirious. The pleasure killed her but did not satisfy. Furious, quivering, she leaped to the center of the chamber, where, rolling on the carpet, she excited herself by lascivious poses, crazily lubricious, provoking with her fingers all the excesses of pleasure.
This sight succeeded in making me loose my head.
For an instant disgust, indignation had dominated me; I wanted to show myself to the Comtesse; to load her with the weight of my disgust. But the senses were stronger than reason. The flesh triumphed, superb, quivering. I was giddy, like a fool. I threw myself on the fair Fanny, naked, all afire, purple, terrible.
She had hardly the time to comprehend this new attack when, already triumphant, I felt her slight, supple body tremble under me, act and respond to each of my thrusts. Our tongues met, burning, pointed; our souls melted into a single one.
FANNY:
Oh! my God! Some one is killing me.”
At these words the fair one stiffened, sighed, and then fell back, at the same time inundating me with her favors.
“Ah! Fanny!” I cried, “Wait. . To you! Ah!”
And in my turn I thought I was rendering up my life.
What excess! Exhausted, lost in Fanny's arms, I had felt nothing of the Comtesse's attacks. Recalled to herself by our cries and sighs, transported by a furor of envy, she had thrown herself upon me to tear me from her friend. Her arms crushed me and shook me, her fingers dug into my flesh, her teeth bit me.
This double contact with bodies sweating pleasure, all burning with lust, ravished me still further, redoubling my desire. Fire ran throughout me. But I remained firm, victorious, in the power of Fanny; then, without loosing any advantage of my position in this strange disorder of three bodies, mixed, crossed, intermingled the one in the other, I succeeded in firmly seizing the Comtesse's thighs and holding them spread above my head.
“Gamiani! to me! Lean forward and support yourself on your arms!”
Gamiani understood me, and I could at leisure place my active, devouring tongue on her burning part.
Fanny, crazed, abandoned, amorously caressed the palpitating breasts which swung above her.
In an instant the Comtesse was vanquished and yielded.
GAMIANI:
“What a fire you alight! It is too much! Mercy! Oh, what lubricious play! You are killing me!. .God. . I am choking.”
The Comtesse's body fell heavily to one side like a dead weight.
Fanny, still more exalted, threw her arms around my neck, enlaced me, pressed me and crossed her legs over my reins.
FANNY:
And we remained, the one extended on the other, rigid, without movement, our half open mouths pressed together and hardly exhaling our exhausted breath.
Little by little we recovered ourselves. The three of us got up and regarded each other stupidly for a moment. Surprised, ashamed of her transport, the Comtesse covered herself in haste. Fanny hid herself under the covers, then, like a child who discovers her fault when it is irreparably committed, she began to weep; the Comtesse did not wait to apostrophize me.
GAMIANI:
“Monsieur, this is certainly a miserable surprise. Your action is that of an odious spy, an infamous villain! You make me blush. I tried to defend myself. She replied: “Oh, Monsieur! Know that a woman never pardons one who suppresses her in her weaknesses.”
I did my best to reply. I declared that an unhappy passion, irresistible, and that her coldness had rendered desperate, had reduced me to this ruse, this violence.
“And further,” added I, “could you believe, Gamiani, that I would ever abuse my temerity. Ah no! that would be too ignoble. Never in my life will I forget the excess of our pleasures, but I will guard the memories for myself alone.” “If I am culpable, think of the delirium in my heart, or rather, hold but the thought of the pleasures that we have enjoyed together, and that we may enjoy again.
Then addressing myself to Fanny, the while the Comtesse turned her head aside in feigned desolation: “Mademoiselle, should you weep in your pleasure! Ah! think only of the sweet felicity that united us but a moment ago, and which will remain in our memories like a happy dream, one that belongs but to you, and to you alone.”
“I swear to you that I will never sully the memory of my happiness by confiding it to others.
Their anger subsided, their tears ceased; insensibly we again found ourselves all three enlaced, disputing with toyings, kisses and caresses. “Oh, my fair friends, let no fear trouble you. Give yourselves without reserve. . as if this night were the last. . to joy. . to lust.”
And Gamiani cried: “The die is cast; to pleasure. Come Fanny, kiss me, dear one, Tiens! Let me bite you, let me suck you, clear to the marrow. Alcide, do your duty…Oh, the superb animal…what treasures…”
“You are envious, Gamiani, let it be yours. You disdain this pleasure, but you will bless it when you have tasted it. Remain lying and shove forward that part I must attack. . Ah! what beauties!. . what a posture! Quick, Fanny, straddle the Comtesse and yourself conduct this terrible flaming arm; batter the breech,…be firm. . too hard, too quick, . Gamiani!. . Ah!. . you skirmish with pleasure.”
The Comtesse acted like one possessed, more occupied with Fanny's kisses than with my efforts. I profited by her disturbing movements to throw Fanny backward on the Comtesse's body and to attack her with fury. In an instant we were all three confounded, melting with pleasure.
GAMIANI:
“What caprice, Alcide has suddenly turned you to an enemy. . Oh! I pardon you; you have understood that it was to loose too much pleasure for one who is insensible. What would you? I am in that sad condition of having been divorced from nature. I do not dream, I do not feel ought but the horrible, the extravagant. I pursue the impossible. Oh! but it is frightful. To consume one's self and to end only in deceptions. To always desire and to never be satisfied. My imagination kills me. I am terribly unhappy.”
There was in this whole discourse such a vivid action, such an expression of deep despair that I felt moved to pity. This woman suffered painfully.
“Perhaps this is but a passing condition, Gamiani, you feed yourself on too much melancholy reading.”
GAMIANI:
“Oh! no! no! no! that is not it. . Hear me, and perhaps you will pity and excuse me.”
“I had been raised in Italy, by an old aunt, who had been left a widow at an early date. I had attained my fifteenth year, and knew nothing of the world but the terrors of religion. Devoted to God, I passed my life in supplicating heaven to spare me the pains of hell.”
