in raising her off it, she all the time laughing and revelling in the adventure.
'Now, where?' she asked, looking about her.
O delicious question 'Now, where?' As much as to say 'where shall I place myself so as to let you have me, — to yield myself to you — to let you do whatever you like to me!'
I collected some bundles of hay and soon improvised as excellent couch on to which I gently placed her.
'The mice will see us!' she exclaimed playfully. Then 'Oh! this hay is pricking me awfully!'
This I soon remedied by means of my horse rug, — and then we were comfortably installed!
Outside the tempest continued to rage unabated, with loud claps of thunder and torrential rain. My pretty companion however had no alarm, and abandoned herself afresh to me. In the midst of our toyings and handlings of each others persons, I whispered: 'Do take this off, — it's only a nuisance!' And I pointed first to her stays, then to her riding breeches.
'You'll do the same?'
'Yes, of course. And at once.'
Gracefully she consented to satisfy my prayer, and set to work to take off her breeches, or rather her cloth knickers buttoning at the knee. When she had let then fall I helped her to draw her legs out of them and to pass them over her little patent-leather riding-boots, a task I took care not to accomplish without availing myself of the opportunity to effect sundry little ticklings and indiscreet touchings which provoked from her little screams of laughter.
'I'm going to keep on my hat,' she said, 'for my hair is damp and I would never be able to get it into order again!'
Oh! how bewitching she then looked! — and what a piquant costume! She stood in her chemise with her silk riding at on, and her patent-leather riding boots half-way up her calf, the rest of her leg being covered with a grey silk stocking fastened above the knee with a rose coloured garter!
I dropped on my knees in front of her and pressed my lips upon a forest of golden hairs through which I tried to insert my tongue…
'No, no,' she exclaimed, drawing herself back a little, — 'not standing upright!' Then she lay herself down, — and pleasure invaded the pair of us!
Her chemise I had turned back and the whole of her lovely body was now exposed! I showered kisses all over it, but especially all about her thighs, between which I then recommenced my sweet occupation in a less unfavourable posture than before. My skilful tongue soon sent her out of herself I — her stomach heaved agitatedly, then jogged itself spasmodically upwards as if loth to lose a single touch of my tongue!
Pleasure communicated demands reciprocity! This was always our rule and practice in the days when she was taking lessons from me in the Art and Practice of Love. Without arresting my ministrations, I placed myself in a position that I knew would recall to her our old conventions I Her soft hand showed me that she understood, as it gently seized the object I had placed at her disposal; I then brought myself still nearer, so that her mouth had even less distance than before to travel in order to carry out its sweet duty.
'No, no I that won't do!' she softly exclaimed, — ' you will disarrange my hair! Let me come on top of you!' — and she gently freed herself in order to do so.
She took my place, put herself on top of me, turned without hesitation her lovely bottom towards my face, — and then lowered herself till her delicious slit rested on my mouth! And immediately I felt my member kissed, caressed, — handled, — then sucked in the most delightful fashion, I responding by furiously thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her throbbing quivering cunt!
The storm, the hunt, — all were completely forgotten! What ecstasies we were revelling in!.. what delirious transports!.. what zest she was putting in her suction of me! My lessons had borne wonderful fruit!.. And I, with what fury I thrust my tongue into the grotto of love that was palpitating on my lips!.. how I licked, sucked, nibbled!.. But I began to feel I was…
'Diana!.. Diana!.. stop!.. stop!.. I'm coming!.. coming!'
Alas! — too late! A suction more subtle and overpowering than anything that had preceded it deprived me of the power of moving! — and my boiling discharge shot into the sweet mouth of my companion!
Shocked by such a catastrophe, I feared a legitimate punishment. But nothing happened! To cover my fault, I continued to pass my tongue into and over Mme. de Schoenfutz' cunt till she lay motionless! Perhaps my now somewhat calmed ardour was expressed by my tongue! Perhaps my lovely companion herself had spent deliciously! Presently I began to make my apologies.
'My sweet Diana, really I beg pardon…'
She made no reply, — but raised herself off me, rosy red, approached me as if to kiss me, — put her lips on mine… and spat into my mouth the liqueur she had been storing so carefully in hers! Then shaking with laughter she remarked wickedly, 'There, you've got it all back!'
Delighted by so happy a solution, I caught hold of her, captured her bottom, raised her, chemise, and set to work to slap her playfully, but not for long — for I bent down and covered her charming hemispheres with numberless kisses.
Before long, thanks to a thousand erotic follies, the standard-bearer of my desires — the 'Leader of the shocking party' (as a witty English girl once called it) became again rampant and erect. This time we gave the preference to a sacrifice to Venus in the ordinary method; for however delicious may be other postures and the other ways of performing the act of fucking, they are more or less hors-d'osiwres, tit-bits, rather than a substantial meal.-But owing to her hat my partner took the upper place, — and very soon, clasped in each others arms, lips against lips, my prick penetrated into the sweet opening already lubricated by my kisses and tonguings!
Just then the rain came down with an intensity hitherto unequalled, as so often happens towards the end of a storm. Mme. de Schoenfutz began to squirm and wriggle in a most extraordinary way, — it was with the greatest difficulty that I managed to keep her impaled on my prick in spite of my hands being firmly pressed on the two charming rotundities which women so love to exaggerate in their toilettes.
'The rain is coming through, 'she explained, I can feel some drops just in the small of my back. Oh! there's one!
'Shall we change places?'
'No!.. No!.. oh! there's another, just between the cheeks of my bottom! Oh! how it tickles!' And again she squirmed and wriggled in the most voluptuous way as she lay on me!
The rain was really coming through the roof. But what did we care! The blissful ecstatic crisis was approaching! — our breath mixed on our humid lips! — I began to feel that I could not hold back my boiling discharge for long! Among our mutual understandings, it was decreed that I was not to deposit my tribute of love inside the shrine (whichever it might be) into which I had been permitted to perform my worship. My recent infraction was one which would carry no grave after-consequences, — it was only perhaps an offence to shame; but if I now should repeat it the result might be most serious and in fact might damage Mme. de Schoenfutz's reputation! So I murmured in her ear softly that I was getting to the end of my powers of self-control, that I must soon… spend!.. that something was just… coming! and that I must withdraw my prick while I was sufficiently master of myself to do so!
'Wait!.. wait!.. one moment!.. I'm… finishing… also!.. 'she gasped brokenly as her movements on me accelerated, accompanied by convulsions of pleasure!.. A few ecstatic thrills, and then the sudden relaxing of her body announced that her blissful crisis had come and gone! — that she had spent!.. Then promptly I withdrew my prick out of its sweet nook and… discharged!.. not wasting my ammunition however, as I slipped my rampant prick between the quivering globes of her bottom and inundated the charming valley that lay between them with a deluge of another sort to what had come from the roof!
'Oh I… oh!.. 'she ejaculated, 'it has reached right up to my back!.. it's much warmer than the rain!'
After we had crept down again, we found our garments quite dry. I helped my companion to dress.
'Is my hair much tumbled? I expect you've rumpled it horribly!'
'No, not at all. It's all right. 'And I kissed her tenderly.
She drew out of her pocket a little powder box and passed the puff lightly over her face.
'You Viennese ladies are very fond of rice powder!' I said.
'O yes. I use it all over me!'
'Don't I know it?' I replied maliciously.
'Oh! you wretch!'
