“You know that the best way to convince me,” Madame de Corriero smiled, “is to prove to me that you truly belong to that small, select group who know how to love.”
“I have always tried to follow the admonition in the Gospels, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.' ”
“With the best will of the world, I couldn't possibly want more. Tell me something, have you ever found anyone who was a complete soundboard to your feelings? You must have searched long enough.”
“Unfortunately, never. Whenever I thought to behold the perfect woman, she disappeared like a mirage. I am afraid that I shall die without ever having tasted the perfection of love about which I dream.”
“Oh? I would not give up all hope, if I were you.”
“I hope you don't find me too forward, when I admit that I had hoped to find my ideal when I saw you this afternoon at the exhibition. You are not an ordinary woman, and you, too, know that one must be slightly mad in order to be completely in love. Two souls cannot mingle unless the bodies have become one.”
Julia was visibly moved by Michael's forceful speech, and she did not pull away her hand when he put his strong fingers around hers. He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly at first, then more passionately, and finally his hot lips pressed vibrantly against her trembling mouth, his tongue searching for the moist cavity, brushing against her pearly-white teeth. She let him do with her as he pleased, floating as if in a dream. All she could think about was to tenderly nibble on his earlobe and play with the tip of her tongue around his cheeks, neck and massive shoulders.
Suddenly the carriage stopped. Julia scribbled a few lines on a card, put the card in an envelope and handed it to a servant who was waiting outside the carriage.
“Give this to her Ladyship, immediately.” Then she changed her mind. “Wait, help us out of the coach, and drive up to the house.”
Carriage and servant disappeared in the distance and Michael was alone with Madame de Corriero at the edge of a forest.
“If I am not too impudent,” he said, “where are we?”
“On the other side of Bondy Forest,” the young woman answered with a smile. “Are you afraid?”
“Only for what I might do… but, don't be afraid, I won't do it.”
“I would not be afraid. On the contrary! You are giving me an entirely new perspective, and you have shown me that love can exist in a form which I had hitherto never thought possible.”
“You are much too charming never to have been loved, and too sensitive never to have given it.”
“I am not denying that. But nothing has ever made my heart go quicker than the vision you have given me. It makes me feel a little sad, because I am afraid that only those who can conceive of those lofty ideals will be able to enjoy the greatest happiness.”
“And would you allow me…”
“What?”
“To introduce you to this supreme ecstasy?”
“And would you think wrongly of me when I asked you to come with me?”
“To where?”
“My home, of course. Any other place would be unthinkable.”
“I could not think of anything more pleasant. But, please, dear lady friend, we have known each other, it seems to me, for ages now, and I still do not know your name. I cannot keep calling you Madame.”
“Call me Madcap.”
“Madcap? That's no name for you! You are a lady of high society, that is obvious! But, if you want, Madcap it is!”
“That just fine, friend Michael. Now, give me your strong arm, and let's walk.”
“Company! March,” Michael exclaimed happily. The adventure began to intrigue him more and more.
Soon they entered one of those long driveways, bordered by giant elm trees, which led to a Louis XIII castle, modernized, with fountains, waterfowl, exotic trees… needless to repeat ourselves, dear reader, it is obvious that the couple had arrived at Charmettes.
“What a beautiful mansion,” Michael exclaimed. “How happy you must be to live here!”
“This is not my home,” Julia quickly answered, “it belongs to a friend of mine who is on a vacation, and who has asked me to stay here a while.”
“Before I enter,” Michael said, “you must promise me to visit me in my atelier.”
“I would love that.”
The carriage which had brought Julia and her newfound lover had now taken Florentine to the home on the Boulevard St. Michel. The servants had strict orders to treat Julia as if she were the Lady of the Manor.
Dinner was ready to be served, and both Julia and Michael were hungry from the long trip. They talked about poetry, art, some of the artists were praised to heaven, and others were cast in the depth of hell.
Dinner was over and Julia arose. Michael, too, got up, and Julia said to him, “Why don't you lie down on the couch and make yourself comfortable?”
Curious, he did as he was told. He stretched out on his back, pillowing his head on his arm, watching her feline movements. She slowly removed her dress, carelessly dropping it on the floor. Next came her bodice, her chemise, and finally she was draped only in a thin, gauze garment. Michael caught his breath at the provocative sensuality that radiated from his Madcap. He could clearly discern the sumptuous, proud, jutting globes of her breasts, the dark coral aureoles and, in their sweet centers, crinkly ripely developed nipples. The filmy, thin garment clung to her hips, buttocks and upper thighs like a second skin. She turned slightly to one side and his eyes glistened at the sight of those two tightly set, upstanding and rounded, resilient bottom cheeks. She slowly removed her shoes and stockings. Her buttocks quivered and contracted in a way that showed the ambery, shadowy succulence of their separation. For the moment, she stood with her back to him, then her hands reached back to the bandeau which fastened the garment. It fluttered to the floor and she turned slowly to face him. Her breasts surged out, rising and falling very quickly. The satiny skin was flawless, velvety smooth, and her naked nipples were larger than he had first supposed them, partially hardened because of her erotic excitement.
The curving goblet of her belly was kissed deeply and widely by the umbilical niche, and then came the thick, curly raven-black triangle of fleece which covered the appetizingly plump, soft pink lips of her delicious Venus mound. She moved slowly toward him, asking demurely, “Do I please you, Michael?”
“All you have to do is use your eyes for an answer, my darling Madcap,” he answered hoarsely. Julia's eyes glinted, because his cock was thrusting out with ferocious obstinacy. The turgid, dark-blue veins surged against the taut skin of his shaft.
“My goodness, I guess I do at that,” she murmured. She knelt down before him and her lips grazed the huge pink-skinned knob. He felt her bestow a series of rapid little kisses all over it, and his enormous weapon tilted up higher so that she had to lift her head to follow it. He cupped her flushed, warm cheeks with his hands, watching her intently. A tremendous excitement flowed through his body when he watched this beautiful woman perform her oral admiration on his prick.
He whispered, “Enough, my darling… I… I… can't hold it much longer.”
She smiled. “Can we do it this way?”
“You mean with you on top? Recommended for lazy lovers. Dear Madcap, I am completely in your powers. You are the mistress of ceremonies in your own home. Go ahead… you lead, and I will follow.”
Julia knelt on the couch, moving slowly over his accommodating thighs. She reached down her left hand to his tool, taking hold of the middle of the pulsating shaft. With thumb and forefinger of her other hand she slowly parted the soft, fleshy lips of her slit. Then, very slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself upon Michael's throbbing, impaling prick. He closed his eyes, shuddering with delight as he felt the tight, hot clamp of her love shaft cover his wildly throbbing organ. He hoped fervently that he would be able to hold himself in, because he did not want to spoil this wonderful experience by coming right now.
“Aaah… little Madcap… that is wonderful. Oh, you gorgeous little miracle… now that you have it all inside you, come down here where I can hold onto you. I want to show you that we are fully matched.”
Michael was housed to the hilt inside Julia's tight, hot quim. Their pubic hairs merged in an exquisitely exciting friction. Slowly Julia sank down over Michael's broad chest, her ripe juicy breasts mashing against his swelling muscles, locking her velvety smooth arms under his powerful shoulders, fusing her avid, warm and moist mouth to his. His hands gripped her full buttocks, squeezing her tightly. Experimentally, slowly, Julia arched herself
