and you know an honest confession is always a good thing, I am very fond of you — perhaps I should say, foolishly fond of you — and I would like above all things to enlighten you as to the pleasure a loving woman can give to a young fellow who has the courage to avail himself of the opportunity.'
Here, she put her arm around me, and gently drew me toward her, as she whispered; 'Now tell my truly, is it not a fact that you have never touched a woman?' ''Of course I have touched them when handing them into a boat, or putting my arm round them when dancing.' ''Ah, you know very well I don't mean that kind of touching, you are only pretending to misunderstand me; or do you want me to speak more plainly?' she asked, as she kept pushing up against me and squeezing my arm with her fingers.
''No, I assure you, my dear madame,' yielding a little to her pressure, for I felt amused at her eagerness, and expected that it might furnish me with something funny to tell my lord on his return, 'I do not really understand what you mean, as I have never felt inclined to touch a woman in any other way than as I have said.'
''How charming to meet with such innocence! How happy I shall be if you, like a dear boy, will allow me to teach you what is the truest joy and the greatest happiness of life — ' here she took my hand and placed it on her thigh; 'don't you know that every woman has a little treasure which she keeps carefully covered up, and the touch of which causes most men great delight; would you not like to feel it for yourself?' and she pressed my hand down between her thighs.
''I don't much care,' I replied, resigning my hand, however, to her wanton guidance. 'I really am unacquainted with the pleasure you speak of.' 'She seemed almost irritated by my slowness. 'What,' she asked, with amorous fire blazing in her eyes, 'what sort of stuff are you made of?
Perhaps you have no article at all! No masculine organs to infuse some heat into your cold blood! Let me try,' and she suddenly dived her hand between my thighs.
''Oh, don't,' I responded, firmly closing my legs together, 'I cannot let any other woman touch me there. I promised my dear mother when leaving home that no woman should make free with me until I came back to her again; and I mean to keep my promise.' 'Her face flushed; she had gone too far to recede; and fearing she might be balked at last, she seized my hand and thrust it under her clothes;
'Well, at all events, put your hand on my cunt;' she cried in her mad excitement. 'You made no promise not to do that! What more can I do except let you see it? Here, Francis, I can refuse you nothing. I know how young fellows like to look at a woman's cunt — see, here it is — this is my treasure, hidden from all the world except my husband, and I show it to you; put your hand on it,' she said, drawing up her petticoats, and spreading her thighs.
'To humour her and carry on the joke, I placed my face on her very pretty and nicely formed quim. Its lips, which pouted out in ripe luxuriance, were thickly covered on the edges by a skirting of black hair, very crisp and curly. They ere not so fair as mine outside, but were brighter red within, while the clitoris, the fullest I ever saw, projected like the prick of a little boy, and was of a deep ruby tinge. Rubbing my finger down the slit, I said, 'and so, this pretty looking mouth is your cunt! And is it through this you piddle?' I asked, looking very innocent, and touching her clitoris.
''No, I don't know what that is for, only that I like to have it rubbed; the little hole for piddling is lower down, in the middle of the slit, just here.'
''How funny! Then you must wet your cunt every time you piddle; I like the way a boy is made much better, for he can piss without himself; but I wonder why such a big mouth is necessary for such a small stream to come out of.' ''You little goose, or you little humbug, I am not sure which! Don't you know that the cunt is made for a prick such as you have, or ought to have, if you are a boy at all.' I started, fearing she had made some discovery, but it was only a random hit, for she went on: 'and perhaps, in your simplicity, you think your prick is only made for piddling too. I wish you would let me put my hand on it, and I would soon teach you the difference.' ''I would gladly let you, my dear Madame Rinaldo, but for my promise, for I would like to please you. Meantime, tell me, as you are so king, how the prick goes into the cunt, and what sort of feeling you have when it gets in; and if you wish I will go on rubbing this part while you are telling me.' '' Well, Francis, I never met anyone like you before, but I will enlighten you so far as you will let me. I suppose you know what it is for your prick to grown large and stiff, and stand up; that is called an erection; and a prick is no good, in a woman's estimation, unless it can stand up, firm and strong. Now if you were fond of me, and your prick in good order, you would take it out for me to see and handle, then you would get over me and I would lean back and let you in between my thighs.
Then you would open the lips of my cunt and place the head of your prick at the lower end of the slit and push it up the passage. Then you would work it in and out, which is called fucking, driving it up again, while I would hold you in my arms and keep kissing you and saying how much I enjoyed the motion of your prick in my cunt; and heaving up my bottom, I would cry: fuck me, fuck me, my love, oh! what pleasure! Oh! what delight! Fuck — fuck — fuck. And you would grunt and cry: Oh! as the pleasure went on increasing; and when at last you felt the hot spunk leaving your cods and darting through your prick, you would give a shout as the great thrill of pleasure agitated your whole body; then plunging your prick as far as possible into my cunt, you would like panting on my belly.
''Oh, Francis! You are giving me such pleasure! Rub the clitoris harder, now press up your two fingers together, or three if you like.' Here wee were both startled by a shuffling noise outside the door. Madame hastily put herself to rights, muttering between her teeth, what a nuisance when she felt she was just coming. I jumped up, and quickly opening the door saw something like the skirts of the maid, Juanita, disappearing at the end of the passage. I did not tell Madame Rinaldo what I saw, for I thought it better not to arouse her suspicions against her maid, but only said I could see nothing to account for the noise; yet it would be wiser for me to leave her for the present I said, with a significant smile, as I went out and closed the door.
'Curiosity, however, induced me to follow the maid, treading as softly with my slippered feet as I could. She had gone to her own room, hurriedly shut the door and thrown herself on the bed.
'The door was imperfectly fastened and by a gentle push I opened it sufficiently to get a view of Juanita, with her clothes tossed up, her thighs spread open, her head thrown back and her eyes turned up, frigging her cunt with the middle finger of her right hand. In the midst of her muttered exclamations of pleasure, as she endeavoured by energetic friction to satisfy the importunate cravings of her love chink, I fancied I heard the sound of my own name. This of course naturally
increased the interest I felt in watching her performance; and besides, she seemed so terribly in earnest, and so carried along by pleasurable emotion, and her cunt looked in such a bursting state of excitement, that I, familiar as I am with the cunt and its longings, could not help admiring her and sympathising with her wanton exercise. So pushing my hand through the opening of my full wide trousers, I placed it on my own chink of delight, and by the friction of my finger speedily allayed for the moment the intense excitement into which I had been thrown by these two exhibitions of wanton female nature.
'That very evening, Juanita made up to me in the most unmistakable manner. She even charged me with deceiving her, and told me, in her own beautiful language, which seems specially adapted for giving utterance to the emotions of love, that I had spoken to her too kindly and looked at her in such a loving way that I had gained her heart and made her expect and long for some more palpable evidence of love.
'I smiled, and offered her a present, she smiled in return, but refused the present and, coming close up to me, said, 'That is not the proof of love I wish for. It is you I want,' she added, looking down, while a roseate flush suffused her face.
''My dear Juanita, you have indeed gained my goodwill by your attention, and I enjoy conversing with you in your own language, for you are so kind in correcting me, and take such pains to get me right; but as to love, you know, I am only a boy, and won't be thinking of marriage for many years to come.' ''I don't expect you to marry me, and I don't want you to marry me; I don't think marriage makes people fonder of one another; I know it foes oftentimes the reverse. I do want you to love me, and to love me without force or compulsion.' ''My dear Juanita,' I said kindly, for I really felt for the poor girl, while I pitied her infatuation, 'What proof of love do you want?'
''What a question to ask me! You tell me, I am pretty, I know I am young. I am healthy. I am a woman, and I tell you I love you and crave your love in return; what can I say more?'
She put her arm round me, and drawing me to her, pressed me to her bosom, and burst out sobbing as she laid her head on my shoulder.
''Well,' thought I to myself, 'this is a pretty fix! What am I to do? what excuse can I make? I must carry on for the present, however, as well as I can, and contrive to get away before she drives me to extremities.' So knowing well the soothing effect of such attentions as she was evidently desiring, I first pushed my knee in between her thighs (oh! how readily they opened!) I pressed it up on her seat of love (with what joy she responded by
