are worn, but when they are taken off, the costume of the lady became more enticing and delicate.'
“He then proceeded to explain that my mother immediately on reaching her own room had complained of the heat, and in the presence of her favorite waiting maid and himself had divested herself of her outward clothing and exhibited herself in a pair of long silk stockings. 'Considering, Mademoiselle,' he continued, 'that she had very little else on but a velvet cap with a drooping white feather, it is no wonder that my manly passions were excited by her voluptuous form.'
“To this I replied in mock anger that if my mother's more matured charms – the beauty of which I fully acknowledged – had excited his lust, he had better go into her room and tell her so, and see what sort of an answer he would receive. To this he made no direct reply, but begged me to take my delicate hand off his prick, or he might make a mistake and waste his precious juice upon my silk dressing gown. I immediately desisted, and he reflected a moment on the position in which he could fuck me with the most ease and comfort to me, and I presume, to himself. Finally, he decided upon what he called the 'flying position,' and upon my asking him what was the peculiarity of that position, he turned over the leaves of the precious volume and showed me a picture of a Turk and a beautiful Greek. The lovely slave was represented as lying at the edge of the bed, on her belly, while her lustful master was holding her by the thighs, one on each arm, so that as he shoved his prick into her, the weight of her rump and body generally forced her down upon him and him into her. This he proposed to do to me, and lost no time in stripping me of my robe. Congratulating himself upon my being such a light weight, he placed me in the required position.”
I must here remark that at this period of Emilie's story, I was so much enchanted by the description of this fashion of fucking, that I mentally determined to try the effect upon Louise, who was as light as air itself. Or perhaps Agnes, or both. Emilie proceeded.
“When he had got the lower part of my rump uppermost on the edge of the bed, and my thighs resting on the hollow of each of his arms, he steered his cock to my entrance. He rested the burning head on my slit and slowly pushed until the red knob disappeared within. Then he thrust vigorously, drawing almost all the way out before ramming it inside once again. Such was the size, heat, and stiffness of his weapon that notwithstanding my prudent application of lip salve, I could not help a low cry or two. What I would have done without the lip salve I don't know. I wonder if ever a young fellow with his cock well into a girl's pussy paid any attention to her “Ohs and Ahs.” At any rate, my handsome lover did not; but there was one good thing about him, which was that thanks to his lust and the display of my charms, he expended his fury and sperm shower in about five pushes. My pain, such as it was, was over in a minute. Then covering my bottom with grateful, admiring, and very sensual kisses, he assisted me into bed, and, stripping himself, prepared to follow me. He bolted the door, and proposed to leave the lamp burning, for the purpose he said of seeing when the proper time would arrive for him to leave the room. I also strongly suspect that he wanted to see, as well as feel, the enjoyment of his intended vagaries. As for myself, I felt well inclined for sleep, and when he got into my bed and clasped me in his arms, I laid my hand upon his breast, intending to get some repose if I could.
“After being most generously kissed, I dropped off into a short slumber, but a moment's reflection would have convinced me that short indeed was the slumber that I had any right to expect. For of course, if Master Victor had come to bed only to go to sleep, he might just as well have remained in his own apartment. But at any rate, to sleep I went and I recollect dreaming that I was a little girl again, playing in the hay field with my little cousins, and that I was being rolled over in the hay while one of my naughty little friends was feeling what he used to call Cousin Emilie's pretty bottom. I strove to call out that he was rude and that I would tell Mama. Then my dream altered, and I fancied that I had committed some great crime and was to suffer death by impalement, only that the stake was to be thrust through my posteriors and not my belly. My dream was so vivid and real as to this last incident that in striving to cry out for mercy, I awoke and found myself lying very nearly on my belly with my face sideways on the pillow. My voluptuous tyrant had oiled both my rump and his prick, and had actually begun his entrance while I was asleep. No wonder I dreamed that my posterior was being impaled.
“It was no use attempting to stop his proceedings. He had already partially forced an entrance. His knob was in, and I knew it was of no use to ask him to draw it out. I might as well have politely requested a tiger to let go a lamb he had captured. So by way of making the best of the matter, I begged him to be very gentle, as I felt that his cock seemed awfully large and stiff for this freshly opened orifice. To do him justice, he obeyed me very carefully and made his shoves very gently and easily until, as I felt, he had got his whole length in, up to the balls.
“And then I presume he had the reward of his gentleness, for he gave three or four rapid pushes, accompanied by the maddest, wildest expressions of delight that I could ever have imagined possible: praises of my loveliness, the beauty of my shape, the grace and length of my legs, the plumpness of my thighs, the whiteness and softness of my cunt – which he was ramming his fingers into – the size of my breasts and the stiffness of my nipples, and finally the peculiar delight and the charms of the hole into which, in the middle of his ecstasies, he had injected a jet of warm thick liquid.
“As he sank down on my body, he burst out into a litany of my kindness, amiability, general loveliness of mind as well as of body. Now, all this was no doubt very flattering to my vanity, but of course, I had sense enough to know that if I had not been a handsome girl who had surrendered ass and pussy to him, I should have heard nothing of my grace of mind or disposition. When my handsome friend had withdrawn his stake and released my tender body from impalement, I told him as much, venturing at the same time a gentle remonstrance upon what I could not but consider an improper and lascivious use that he had made of my person while I was asleep.
“To this he replied that no words were strong enough to express the love and admiration which he felt for me. As for his little proceedings, so far from meaning any disrespect for me by invading the sanctity of my lovely rump, he had meant it as the greatest kindness, for he felt sure that if I had to undergo much more regular fucking, I should not have been able to walk.
“'Besides, you know, my sweet Mademoiselle,' he continued, 'that such performances are by no means uncommon, as for instance when a young lady has her monthly courses and is unfitted to receive her lover in the regular way, or when she is afraid of being got with child; or when she is heavy with child and approaching confinement and she is afraid of being injured by a cock being rammed up her cunt. Then, sometimes a lady is impelled by curiosity to feel what the new sensation is like, and a young gentleman sometimes wants a change, or his lust takes this particular direction. Indeed, my sweet mistress, there are a dozen excuses to be made for the rumphole performance.'
“'So it appears,' said I. 'Are there any pictures in that pretty book of yours that illustrate this chaste performance?' This I said as if indifferent, but in fact, I very much liked to look at the indelicate pictures, particularly when he explained them in his lascivious way. He at once replied that there were several, and that no book of licentious engravings would be complete without them.
“The book lay on a table beside the lamp by the bedside, so all he had to do was stretch out his hand for it. At the same time, he announced that it was half past three o'clock, and that there was no absolute necessity for him to rise before six. But he thought he had better tear himself away from me at five o'clock, so there would be no risk of his being seen, and consequently no suspicion of my character.
“I was pleased to hear him make this announcement, both on account of my own comfort – as I strongly suspected I'd had as much fucking and rumping as was good for me for the next twenty-four hours – and for my good reputation. Having expressed as much, we then proceeded to enlighten our understandings with the pictures.
“You young ladies who understand the subject so well, either from sight of the performance or from actual experience, will probably not be interested in my description of the pictures.”
Here she was interrupted by a general chorus of her audience begging her not to omit any part of her story. Father Eustace in particular told her to continue, affirming that her narrative was extremely instructive. At the same time, I noticed a lecherous twinkle in his eye as he glanced at the fair storyteller, which, taken in connection with the nature of the anecdotes she was telling, and his recent disappointment with regard to Adele, seemed to promise that Emilie would not sleep by herself that night, if indeed she slept at all.
She continued. “The first picture shown me was something like the one of the Turk and the Greek I had already seen, only in this one, the beautiful woman was forcibly held by a eunuch and a harem attendant in a stooping posture, while her sensual master was effecting a forcible entrance between the snow white cheeks of her rump. This was really a pretty picture, but nothing compared to the next he showed as far as brutal lust was concerned. It represented three Indians who had made captive a young Mexican girl and were dividing her among
