them. I don't mean chopping her in three pieces, but dividing the available parts of her person. She was represented as lying on her back on top of one savage so that his prick was thrust up her arsehole; another was kneeling over her face with his tool rammed into her mouth and holding up her legs at the same time, while the third was preparing to fuck her cunt, which was openly displayed.
“The contrast between the hideousness of the brutal savages, and the beauty of their victim, and between their brown skins and monstrous cocks, and her whiteness and delicate parts, was cleverly portrayed; although the picture was hideously licentious, it possessed an indescribable fascination for me.
“I'm afraid that I was beginning to be very sensual, and certainly my male companion did not let my propensities sleep.
“Of course, I did not outwardly show how the pictures and commentary had affected me; but as we lay on account of the warmth of the night and the natural heat of our bodies without bed covering, the effect upon him was remarkably evident – his shirt in the center of his body stuck up in a sharp pinnacle. When I playfully removed the covering, there was his huge cock, stiff as if he had not done any work or play at all. I began gently rubbing it up and down while I asked Victor what limit he proposed to put to his animal desires. To this he replied that although he had too much consideration for me to propose getting into my body any more for the present, either in front or behind, yet there was one way of doing the business which would certainly result in our mutual delight and satisfaction if I would condescend to do exactly as he told me.
“I had got into such a state of mind and body that I was ready to promise anything that would assuage my animal propensities without hurting me. Accordingly, in obedience to Victor's directions, I straddled over his face and presented the lips of my burning cunt right over the lips of his mouth. This posture you will perceive at once, my dear girls, brought my own face down upon his lower parts. Hardly had I got astride upon his face than he pushed his tongue into my open cunt with a delicious tingle as he shoved it in and rolled it about. I grasped his cock in ecstasy when, withdrawing his tongue for one moment, he exclaimed, 'Into your mouth, my sweet Mistress! Into your mouth if you love me!'
“If anyone had suggested to me twelve hours previously the idea of taking a young man's prick into my mouth, I should have scorned the idea as indelicate and impossible.
“But now, with my passions inflamed to the utmost, and with my lover doing precisely the same thing in his way that I was expected to do in my way, I hardly hesitated a moment. I took his magnificent pole into my mouth and commenced sucking it.
“Yes, you girls may laugh, but I assure you in its warm silkiness it was very nice, particularly when combined with the little game he was carrying on between my outspread thighs. He heaved his buttocks up to meet my mouth, and I, on my part, endeavored with an up and down movement to assist the operation of his tongue. That this gave me more delight than anything else I had yet experienced, I do not hesitate to declare.
“You see, his tool was really too large for either of the two holes in the lower part of my body to give me pleasure. Or if it did, it was mingled with great pain. So if his tongue was not too large for my cunt and his cock was not too large for my mouth, where was the harm of our mutually enjoying ourselves in this somewhat extraordinary fashion? Enjoy ourselves at any rate we did. I licked up and down the pulsing shaft, laving the underside from the crown to the balls. Then I swirled my tongue around the bulbous head, which action left him gasping and squirming. But better yet was the moment when I swallowed the entire shaft, feeling the thick piston throbbing in my throat. Just as the ecstatic feeling came over me and I felt that nature could no longer be restrained and that I must let the fountain burst forth – whatever consequences to Master Victor's face and mouth – he also began to heave his rump up in the most furious way while with both hands he pressed my bottom down upon his face. He passed one of his muscular legs over my neck so as to force my face more over him if possible.
“Just then I deluged his mouth and face, but he did not seem to mind it. On the contrary, he continued his sucking and lunging with his tongue, until the same thing happened to me that had already happened to him, and I found my mouth full of a thick warm, salty-tasting liquor. I gulped thirstily until the spasm stopped and I drained him dry.
“Then I got off of him, for I was afraid I was half smothering him, and we lay for half an hour in each other's arms, sleepily kissing and hugging.
“Shortly thereafter, Victor prudently declared that he must go to his room, as he would certainly fall asleep if he remained longer in my bed, and that it would be better and safer for us both for him to sleep in his own bed. Besides, he said three or four hours sleep would be of great service to him.
“Acquiescing to the truth of this, I let him partially dress himself and depart, feeling sure of the power of my charms to call him to my side whenever I might desire the pleasure of his company. The only thing was to find the opportunity. Reflecting upon this, I fell asleep and did not awake until my maid, Pauline, entered the room about ten o'clock, and desired to know if it was my pleasure to rise. Though usually very respectful, my attendant could not help noticing my pale cheeks, dark-circled eyes and general languid appearance.
“All this I attributed to my monthly courses having come on irregularly, which I also hoped would account for any casual blood stains that might be found on my chemise or bed gown.
“But, as events would show, she was not such a fool as to be taken in this way.
“In the meantime, she gave me some chocolate, which revived me, and then I went downstairs to my mother's boudoir to breakfast with her, and to hear her account of the gaieties of the previous night.
“By this time it was eleven o'clock, and I found my mother risen but not dressed.
“She seemed not only tired, but uneasy and vexed, not with me, though, as I was happy to find out. It seemed that my mother had conceived an affection for Monsieur Le Vicomte de Merville, and as all her efforts (and they were many) failed to bring this gentleman to her feet, she attempted a bold stroke at the masquerade. The Vicomte had often admired a valuable ring belonging to my mother; this it appears my mother had put in a small case and deposited in the right pocket of her breeches.
“When at the Masque, she put a small note into Monsieur de Merville's hand, intimating that the crime of picking a pocket might sometimes be forgiven and lead to happiness.
“She was sure that notwithstanding her mask, he knew her. 'And you'll hardly believe me, my dear Emilie,' she told me, 'that when the passionless wretch took advantage of my hint and did pick my pockets, though he did it in the grossest way, behind me in the very thick of the crowd and pressing the front part of his person against the back part of mine, and absolutely rammed both hands into the very bottom of my pockets, he never took the trouble to feel my body parts, no, not though the ring in its case lay right against them – the ring he took, of course, but I'll never forgive him, no, never,' exclaimed my mother, half sobbing with vexation to give a man such a fair opportunity and to have it neglected. 'I expected at least that he would have taken one good searching feel, and requested in my ear a whispered question for something more.'
“'Perhaps, dearest mother, he did not know you,' said I.
“'Then he ought to have found out,' replied my mother with a snuff.
“'Oblige me by requesting Victor to take away these breakfast things, and then you and Fanchette come help me to dress.'
“When Victor entered the room, my mother seemed struck with his appearance. He always looked very handsome, but this morning there was a pallor and a delicacy about his general appearance which was very captivating. Perhaps the effects of his rendezvous with his young mistress and his consciousness of it may have had some share in producing these results.
“At any rate my mother looked at him for a minute or two, then said, 'Victor, go into my dressing room and on the floor near the table you will find my garters lying… just bring them here, will you?' Victor obeyed, speedily returning with the small scarlet silk bands in his hands.
“'Now,' said my mother, 'kneel down and put them on for me.'
“'Oh, Mama,' I exclaimed, 'can't I do that for you?' You see, I recollected what Victor had told me in the night, and the impression made upon him by my mother's charming person, and I felt rather jealous. I knew that my mother gartered above the knee, and I dreaded the result.
“'Certainly not, child,' replied my mother. 'It is the duty of a page to wait upon his mistress.' So saying, as she lay upon the sofa, she deliberately lifted up one leg and drew her silk stocking up to the required height, so that as Victor knelt down to fit on the golden buckled belt, he could not help seeing everything she had to show.
“As he went through the same performance with the other leg, my mother suddenly called out. 'Oh! The wretched flea! Catch it if you can, Victor! And you, my child, may leave the room if you like, or stay if you like it
