'Ah,' I whispered, 'you have done it much too quickly!'
'I could not stop myself-but do not move!'
'What do you want to do then?' was the question I naturally asked.
'You see that I am remaining inside you.'
'But I am all flooded, can't you see?'
'What does it matter, I am going to poke you again without leaving your sheath.'
'But is it possible?'
'You will see-how adorable your titties are, my darling. Give me your tongue, nicely now,-ah, that is like it! Move your dear bottom sweetly! There it is, wakening me up-can't you feel it?'
'Yes, it is returning-I can hold out no longer-I am doing it again!
Start again, more quickly! I am dying-I am going mad-I'm doing it-I'm fuc… I'm doing it all the time, are you ready?'
'It's coming! I'm coming again. There-there it is!'
And a second discharge came to mingle itself with the first. For a time we remained in a swoon, then Formatey, lowering my legs, withdrew from me and a veritable deluge of amorous liquor fell to the floor.
I raised myself then and squeezed my lover in my arms, 'Ah, now happy I have been, I have spent as I have never spent before; and almost without a second's interruption.'
It was imperative for us to clear away all traces of our excesses; my thighs and stomach were literally covered with the sweet liquor. I had no bathroom but could not remain in such a condition so, taking my wash basin and telling Formatey to turn away, I made ablutions.
My lover, far from obeying me, did not refrain from devouring every single motion of mine and, as I finished, he took me in his arms and with my clothes thrown up, he smothered me with kisses and said: 'I want to poke you again!'
'Oh no, pray, you will make yourself ill.'
'Here, look it is again in full erection.'
The sight was all that was necessary to finish sending me mad. I flung myself on my knees, seized the beautiful rubicund head in my mouth and sucked it in delirium-when all at once I heard steps in the passage.
I sprang up and with one bound was at the door, looking through the keyhole, for if it were my husband, we were lost. Happily I was mistaken and I motioned to Formatey, that it was all right, but remained watching and, with my eye at the keyhole stood in such a position that my naked buttocks were thrust up in the air. In a second my lover was behind me and before I had time to protest-even if I were so minded-I was penetrated from behind afresh, stormed by this adorable instrument which did not seem to want to rest! Oh, how I urged him on by opening and closing my buttocks, by writhing and panting- but enough…
The time had passed like lightning, so I sent my lover away, hastily remade the bed and put on a walking costume. Scarcely had I finished when my husband came to fetch me. He found me flushed and animated; I told him that I had allowed myself to be overcome by the heat and I had been sleeping.
We went downstairs and I was saluted with joyous acclamation by the gentlemen, who paid me compliments on the freshness and good taste of my toilette. I stole a glance at Formatey and happily nothing in his appearance announced that anything extraordinary had happened to him. So we went outside.
The woods to which we went were deliciously fresh and beautiful and we soon reached a lodge where food had been prepared for us and the eating of it was the occasion of wild gaiety. They made me drink some champagne, of which I had a little need to make me feel exalted.
After lunch, we took a little stroll. My husband was chatting with Formatey while I walked along quietly by them, the two others having taken another road.
We soon arrived at a wild and awesome spot, filled with rocks and shaded by great trees. At this very moment one of the gentlemen far away from us called to my husband: 'Come quickly and look at this!'
Charles left us, running in the direction of his friends. Immediately he had disappeared from our sight, Formatey glued his mouth to mine.
'Dear angel,' he said, 'we must make the most of this opportunity.'
'Are you mad?'
'Oh, no, I simply love you to distraction, will you let me do it?'
'Mon Dieu, someone will surprise us and I shall be lost.'
'No, not if we hurry. Bend over.'
I did as I was told.
'Are you there?'
'There it is-it is going in.'
'Ah, do it quickly-I am all of a tremble.'
'There, darling-come! Come again!'
'Ah, it is done; now withdraw quickly.'
'Ah, Mon Dieu!'
My petticoats, which had been raised from behind, were scarcely lowered when we heard the party returning.
I went to meet them; they were coming to fetch us to observe a swarm of bees which were buzzing round the top of a tree.
We strolled back to the carriage and returned to the hotel. In the evening we had a dance in the drawing room of the establishment; then we bade one another adieu. The gentlemen left away early the next morning and my husband remained with me.
You can imagine what I was thinking when I returned home and spent the day in ordinary duties. On getting ready for bed, while I was busy arranging my head dress in front of the mirror my husband, enchanted by the day's outing, was gay and tender. I had put on a chemise which revealed the seductive charms of my buttocks from behind. I perceived that Charles was gazing at them and, as I watched him in the glass, I saw his eyes brighten.
'Well, well,' I said to myself, 'is it be possible that he is capable of doing me twice in the same day?'
Wishing to assure myself of it, I coquettishly took a pose which further exhibited what I knew to be one of my prime assets. Then, nonchalantly putting one foot on a chair, taking care that my chemise was lifted up more than was necessary. I took off my garter.
This manoeuvre succeeded. Charles, dressed only in his shirt, came to me, he kissed me on the neck, and put his hand between my buttocks.
'Stop!' I said to him, turning round and embracing him as I returned his kiss. 'What has got into you this evening?'
'My dear one, I find you very beautiful.'
'But am I not so, every day?'
'Yes, but this evening more than ever.'
'Well, what do you want? Let us see.' Saying this, I put my hand on his instrument, which stood up a little but was far from being in a fit state.
'You see that you cannot do anything.'
'Oh, but I pray you, caress it a little.'
'What is it then that excites it thus?” 'It's… that is…'
'What then?'
'The sight of your beautiful backsides.'
'Well then, you shalt not see them any more-' but, while saying this I, by a cat-like movement threw my clothes up in such a manner that the whole of my posteriors was revealed while the front of me was reflected in the mirror. At the same time my other hand had not let go of his tool. I soon had the satisfaction of feeling it harden. Wishing to profit by this situation, I made Charles sit down and seated myself astride him, but I speedily perceived that he had weakened and that the position I had taken would not be at all suitable to his tiny tool.
I raised myself, everything had to be done all over again. I was much too excited to attain my ends, so I recommenced the caress of my hand.
I put into it all my skill and by his aid I at last had the satisfaction of seeing it, his weapon once more in its handsomest state. Then, drawing a chair near the glass, I placed one foot on it and the other on the floor and
