A hearty kiss was my thanks for these kind words. Then he stripped me stark naked, even taking off my shoes and stockings. He placed me on the divan and told me to assume different poses, while he undressed himself.
He made me lie down on my back, my head on a level with my body, my legs drawn up and crossed; then I had to stretch my arms over my head, while my legs were well spread; then he made me turn towards the wall, leaning upon one arm while my free hand caressed the furrow between my buttocks and at last I turned on all fours, the arse well up and head level with the ground. By this time he had finished undressing and stood in his turn stark naked before the divan; he slipped his head under my belly and got between my thighs, lifted one of my legs and licked my cunt, my buttocks and my bumhole.
I moved about as I had seen Isabelle do; he got on fire, devoured me with 'feuilles re rose' and tried to penetrate my maidenhead with his finger. I sighed. I was dying to get hold of his tool. He guessed as much and getting under me placed himself in the charming attitude: of 69. Thus I enabled to suck him. The more I saw of his prick the bigger is seemed to be. I grew however accustomed to it, and when his hand pressed my buttocks, I understood that he wanted to bottom fuck me. I arranged myself in consequence and pushed my bottom towards his thighs; he turned briskly, jumped on my back and penetrated in my bumhole with violent leaps and bounds, which soon made us spend together in ecstasy. He overwhelmed me with caresses and then told me he was going away for several days on urgent business but on his return; he said we should keep up continual intercourse.
Bereft of the Chaplain's, society, I began, my exclusive attachment to Isabelle. She expected me, no doubt, at this moment, as my soul and my senses only lived upon our luscious combats. She showed alternately periods of indifference and periods of passion, which tormented me cruelty. The heartless girl confirmed her dominion over me and laughed at my distress. When she had not spoken to me the whole day, I wrote the most ardent letters; she locked herself up in the most absolute dumbness and disappeared during the recreations.
She exasperated my senses. I interested myself in nothing but her charms; the most foolish visions flitted before my eyes; day and night I dreamt of her lustful body, her arse rocking and fleeing before my lips.
Then she would come hack, fix a rendezvous, and in an hour of ecstasy overwhelm me with such intoxicating caresses that everything else faded and I saw nothing but her. I stuck to her petticoats and conscious of her ascendancy, she resolved to carry things to extremities. For a whole wee, she refused me all contact, then one evening during the recreation, she said:
You would eat my buttocks if I gave them up to you too often, and I want to preserve them. I am proud of their attractions. You are always running after me and you prevent me from satisfying my little friend Marie and others who want me. I am very fond of you because you are my chosen sweetheart, but we must conciliate our fancies. Look here! At present I have taken a fancy to little Clementine and on Saturday night, at midnight, I steal away to her dormitory. I awake her if she is asleep and we enjoy ourselves. This is the day. I'll take you with me when I pass, and we'll have a three-handed game.
We shall not run a greater risk than we did when I licked your bum coming out of n'100. Besides I want this proof of the strength of your desires.
She put on so determined an air that I gave way. By committing this fault I shall not offend Nanette and I was not only anxious about Nanette but about Clementine, the impudent little blonde from whose persecutions I, though her senior, had been obliged to flee on more than one occasion. She was more than precocious. She had been debauched by her mother's maid and nearly violated by the husband of this creature. She figured among the favourites of Fanny and Elsie, and belonged to the Red Girls. She was rather developed in social, accomplished and clever at music and drawing.
Four days after the feast and believing myself alone at the end of the garden, I had just squatted down to piss when I discovered Clementine, who proposed to drink my urine as it purled out.
You dirty little beast, cried I, are you not ashamed to ask such things? Ashamed? Why I like it. I had finished and threatened her with informing the mistress if she repeated such a request.
She merely said, Go, you'll regret it soon enough.
Another day she entered the library when I was there. All of a sudden she stooped and slipped her head under my petticoats. Before I had recovered from my surprise, she set her teeth on my buttocks and then rose, saying:
That's to teach you to take no notice of me! Finally a third time she came to my bed at night. She approached my bed, kissed and sucked the tip of my nose and whispered: You won't send me away, eh?
I gave her a push and replied in a low voice: Be off now or I'll call Miss Blanch.
She put out her tongue at me and answered: You dirty beast, a jade! But I have not given myself trouble for nothing. I'll find a more amiable companion than you.
Afterwards, if her eyes spoke, Clementine feigned to treat me with indifference and disdain and now Isabelle demanded that I pay the little devil a visit. I had promised to do so.
Every body was asleep that evening at midnight a profound silence reigned and when I saw Isabelle pull my curtain and heard her whisper: My love! You have waited for me-come quick!
My hands got under her nightgown; she smiled and allowed me to titillate her cunt but added:
Let us be quick. We shall be better down there; Nannette is a heavier sleeper than Blanche.
I got cautiously out of my bed and followed her. We glided like shadows.
The minx awaited our arrival stark naked.
Well, scarcely audibly, there you are at last!
She applied her lips to my cunt and kept it in close embrace for a minute.
Isabelle pressed my hands, approached her lips to mine and sent my soul into ecstasies by changing some drops of her saliva for mine.
Clementine gathered up my gown in front, did the same to Isabelle and then pushed our bellies towards each other with her hands.
Afterwards she squatted down under us and placed one of her hands on my buttocks; we remained motionless in this attitude, while she breathed on our cunts, and we kissed and tongued each other's lips.
I forgot myself in heavenly delight. All of a sudden I felt my thighs get wet. Astonished at this, I stretched out my hand and found the explanation.
Isabelle had pissed on the face and shoulders of Clementine, who was frigging her cunt like a mad woman, swallowed a good deal of it.
Hugging me in her arms, my sweetheart suddenly spouted out the jet of her piss over my quim and my belly.
There is nothing more infectious than filthiness. I took example by the others and consented in my turn to this disgusting scene. I poured my urine which she longed to taste into Clementine's face and to my astonishment; Isabelle arranged her belly under my thighs in order to be irrigated by it. We cleansed ourselves carefully and every trace of the pissing scene was effaced.
Isabelle liked Clementine because of the horrors she would suggest because of the flavour or her yet undeveloped body and she showered upon me the lasciviousness he imbibed, caressing me in the most frantic manner. After wards she turned to the child covered her own body, kissed and tongued her; they struggled in raging lubricity, encouraging each other by filthy words and ridiculous proposals.
Then kneeling behind me, the little rogue honoured my buttocks with her most skilful tonguings while she kept the head of Isabelle who was lying on the carpet between her thighs to receive her ninettes and feuilles de rose.
Clementine said: She would not permit me to suck her pipi in the garden, Isabelle, and one night she sent me away and I was obliged to content myself with Marie who sucked my bum so soundly I thought she would swallow the contents. I say, Isabelle, your friend is but poorly trained.
There are many gluttons like you, you little ninny; all people cannot understand that you are so coarse and filthy at such an early age; I like it but Adeline is a sentimentalist.
Seeing the radiant little blonde, nobody would have thought of the depravity which she showed. Compared to Isabelle, who was renowned for her vice, her depravity took such proportions that I asked myself how far will she go?
We soon formed the most charming triangle; my head rested on the thighs of Isabelle, who transferred my caresses to the posteriors of Clementine and the latter favoured me with her most skilful tonguings.
We were fortunate to regain our bed without accident; but the next morning some trifles betrayed us. Having
