voices in the adjoining room. Quick as lightning, we were on our feet at once, our dress arranged, and seated at a proper distance.
My maid, who had returned without my knowledge, opened the door, and announced the visit of a lady of our town. 1 felt terribly giddy, but the cool presence of my lover, who
knew the lady, gave me time to collect my scattered senses.
We were saved!
End of the Second Part
PART III
It was summer, I was to go and take the waters at a village a little distant from my residence, and I feared the moment that would momentarily separate me from F.
My lover was in despair, but this journey was necessary and my husband wished me to go; he could not accompany me, as his occupations kept him at Z-, but he was to visit me frequently and came to me as soon as possible. It would have been too imprudent to receive F. when quite alone there.
I went off very downcast and passed the first moments at my new dwelling in absolute privacy.
My husband came to see me at the end of a week and told me that he should bring with him next time F. and two other friends, to spend a day. That hope sustained me, I awaited the blessed moment with feverish anxiety.
At last, ten days later, I received a letter announcing that the journey was fixed for the morrow.
Starting the night before, the gentlemen arrived at four o'clock in the morning, and my husband came at once and got into bed with me.
I soon saw that absence had awakened his rare longings, and although I expected to be bountifully feasted by my adored F., I must here confess that I willingly lent myself to Charles's desires.
I clasped him to my arms, slipped my hand under his nightshirt, and taking hold of his member gently frigged it for a few minutes, and, when I had shook it into a most glorious state of erection, I myself popped it into my slit.
Charles did it better than usual, and confessed that the caresses of my hand afforded him the most vivacious sensations of pleasure. I have often used the manual exercise with him since and whenever he asked me.
We slept till eight o'clock.
We breakfasted at a restaurant in the town with the gentlemen; the meal was good and we were all very gay, my dear F. brimming over with wit and good spirits. Our eyes only spoke, but how we understood their language! He seemed to say: 'When can we meet?'
My husband, involuntarily, fixed our assignation.
He proposed a scamper in the woods when the heat of the day should abate, and said that after having seen me home he would go and sleep at an hotel and so work off the fatigue of the preceding night's journey.
F. said that during that time he would make a few visits to some old friends, and the other gentlemen went off to visit the springs.
A glance at my lover and all was understood.
At one o'clock in the afternoon my husband was snoring at the hotel and F. had slipped into my room. Knowing his taste, my hair was carefully arranged, I had put on pink silk stockings and low, neat, high-heeled shoes. I only had a slight dressing-gown thrown over my shoulders, and I awaited his coming with delirious impatience. As soon as he appeared, I hung myself round his neck and kissed and bit him.
'At last, I've got you, my angel, my love! How I wanted you! Let me devour you!' said I, as I locked the door and drew him towards me.
'Come to my arms! Fifteen days without you. I shall die, I'm sure. Oh! how I've suffered!'
'And I've been just as badly off, darling. We have but little time to spare, let us make the most of it. Suppose we are interrupted?'
'I am yours. Do with me as you will.'
As I finished speaking, my gown was on the ground, my lover, undressed, sat me on the edge of the bed, and put two pillows behind me. He uncovered my titties, that he felt and sucked for some time, then pulling up my chemise he went on his knees and applied his burning lips to the fiery nook that welcomed the caress with a spasm of happiness.
'Ah, darling,' I said. 'Ah!.. I'm spending already… it's coming… again… Oh, what delight… enough… you'll kill me… give me your beautiful COCK now!.. I want to feel your PRICK inside me… come into my CUNT… come and FUCK me!'
F. then rose, lifted my legs over his arms, and began to rake me. Softly, reposing, I looked down at the sweet introduction with languishing eyes.
'Do it slowly,' said I, 'make it last… Ah, it is so nice!..
I can feel it penetrating me… it fills me… Ah!.. ah!..
Fm dying… stop a little… ah!.. I'm spending… I'm coming… I spend!'
'And so do I… Ah!.. I can't keep up… any longer… my darling!.. my FUCKSTRESS… I… I spend… take it all… take all my spunk!'
I almost fainted, but I was not yet satisfied, my love had sunk down upon me, I encircled his head with my arms and glued my mouth to his.
'Ah,' said I, in a whisper, 'you spent too quickly.'
'I could not help it; but don't move now!'
'What are you going to do?'
'You see, I'm still inside.'
'But I'm all wet!'
'No matter, I mean to FUCK you again without withdrawing.'
'That isn't possible!'
'You'll see. What adorable bubbies you've got, darling.
Give me your tongue. That's right. Move your dear arse up and down gently. I'm waking up again. Do you feel it?'
'Yes. It's getting stiff again. Ah! I can't bear it; I must spend again. Push on once more. Quicker. Ah. I'm going mad. I die. I'm so giddy. I'm spending again… I've come.
I'm fucking. I'm still spending. Are you ready?'
'Yes. It's coming… there! I spend. Oh, God!'
A second discharge mingled itself with the first flood; for some time we both remained helpless, and at last F., dropping his hold of my legs, drew out, and a veritable deluge of the extract of love came pattering down on the floor.
I rose and took my lover to my heart.
'Ah! my adored one,' said I, 'what a splendid exploit!
How happy you make me! I've never spent so much in my life! I was coming all the time without a second of interruption.'
We were obliged to remove all trace of our prodigious struggles. My thighs and belly were literally covered with the sweet fluid. I had no dressing room, but dared not remain in such a state. I got my washhand basin, and making F. turn his back began my ablutions.
My love, far from obeying, did not miss a movement, he took hold of me, with my petticoats still pulled up, and kissed and mumbled me as he said: 'I must fuck you again.'
'Oh, no, please. You'll be ill!'
'But see, he's up again.'
The sight completed my madness, I fell on my knees, seized the beautiful rubicund head between my lips, engulphed it in my mouth, and sucked it with raging delirium.
Suddenly, I heard a noise in the passage. I rose with a bound, rushed to the door, and looked through the keyhole.
