“'Never mind the cushions, Fanchette!' exclaimed Victor. 'If Madame notices the stain, she will only think it is in consequence of all the fucking you're going to receive on your journey homewards. Please wipe me dry instead.'
“'Indeed, Master Impudence, I shall do no such thing,' was her reply. Notwithstanding this, I noticed that she did so, and very delicately and carefully, too, handling his tool as if it was something very precious.
“This being finished, she turned to me and blushing prettily, said, 'Dear Mademoiselle Emilie, if you would condescend to look out the window for a few minutes, and if that proud and happy-looking sinner will shut his eyes, I should like to do something to myself. For indeed, the delightful things I have just witnessed have put me into such a state of mind and body that I must have some relief. If I'd had any forethought, I would have brought a tallow candle with me, but my fingers will be better than nothing. It is what many a poor neglected girl has to resort to. I cannot presume to ask such a favor as that young fellow fucking me in the presence of his Mistress, and besides, I should think it would be half an hour, at the very least, before he was ready.'
“I laughingly said that I could promise for myself, but could not answer for my page. He also promised to be blind to her proceedings without having, as I could plainly see, any intention of keeping his word. Then Fanchette – for I did not even pretend to look out of the window – leaned back in the corner of the carriage with her left foot placed upon the seat and her right upon the floor. This position, when she had gathered up her clothes, made a nice open exposure and afforded a full view of her proceedings… or rather I should say her attempted proceedings, for she could not manage to accomplish her purposes at all. First she crammed her finger in her cunt, but the little useless thing produced irritation without satisfaction. Next, she tried her middle finger without much better result. Then she tried both together, and crammed them in with all her might, wriggling and shifting her bottom about on the cushions in an uneasy and dissatisfied manner. At last she fairly burst out into tears of vexation and disappointment.
“The kind-hearted Victor could not bear to see a pretty girl in tears when he thought it possible to alleviate her distress. In a whisper, he asked me if I would permit such a liberty in my presence and not consider it a cause for jealousy. He thought he could give Fanchette some satisfaction better than the useless child's play performance she was attempting, though he added he was too thoroughly exhausted himself to have any great pleasure.
“I replied out loud that I was no dog in the manger, that I myself had plenty to last me for another hour at least. I should be very glad indeed if he could give my little favorite some pleasure. She deserved it, I thought, for the cheerful way in which she had assisted us in our amorous performance, and for her general good temper.
“'Then mademoiselle,' said Victor, 'if Fanchette will kneel down before me and handle my tool, or even perhaps, if requisite, suck it a little, I think that under such delicate treatment, he will be induced to hold up his head like a man and stiffen sufficiently to reward her liberally for the service she does me.'
“'What do you say, Fanchette?' said I to her.
“'Anything, my dear Mistress, that will relieve the craving I feel in my secret parts. I fear nothing but a cock will be of any service.'
“So saying, the excited girl flung herself on her knees before Victor and began pulling his breeches down with very little ceremony. That done, she pulled forth his prick and its balls, but with rather more care. It is worthy of remark that though Victor could not manage to stiffen his rod when first her hand touched him, his prick presented a swollen appearance… much larger than it would have been in a state of absolute quiescence, or about two- thirds the size it would be fully erect. I have reason to believe that this is a sign that sensual desire exists, and that the animal vitality is in full force, though latent.
“If I am wrong,” continued Emilie, “I appeal to such experienced gentlemen as Father Eustace and Monsieur Auguste to correct me, especially the former.”
“I beg to say,” said the Holy Father, “that Emilie has made a very proper remark. An experienced surgeon could not have expressed himself better, and I shall be happy to show her how correct she is at any time she likes.”
“I thank your Reverence,” replied Emilie, very demurely. Then she continued. “Grasping Victor's tool in her right hand, Fanchette began to move her hand up and down, frigging him gently. It is my belief that if she had continued this patiently for five minutes, she would have attained the desired stiffness without further trouble. But, poor girl, she had not patience. I heard her whisper, 'Darling Victor, how shall I present myself to you? And how soon will you be ready?' He replied that he thought if she would only go down on all fours on the floor of the carriage, it would be a nice easy position for her. 'Besides, you must know Fanchette,' he added, 'that the sight of a girl's wriggling posteriors produces a peculiar sensuality very exciting to a half worn out youth. I think I shall be ready in three minutes.'
“'Three minutes,' exclaimed the girl. 'Why, it is an age.'
“'Perhaps, if you suck me, it will hasten proceedings,' suggested Victor.
“The only answer Fanchette made to this was to instantly take his prick into her mouth, and, as it seemed to me, half swallow it. I could see her cheeks swell as she laved his cock well with her tongue. The good effects of this fresh proceeding were immediately apparent. Victor began to heave on his side, and I, who narrowly and perhaps rather jealously watched the activities, noticed that his eyes began to sparkle. Presently he said, 'Now, my sweet girl, on your hands and knees as quickly as you like.'
“Fanchette immediately adopted the required posture. Wanting to assist her as she had assisted me, I pulled her clothes towards me so as to bare the lower part of her body up to the waist. Then putting my hands to her buttocks, I pulled open both her orifices so that Victor might have his choice; he chose cunt, decidedly what I consider the proper place, though of course, circumstances may alter cases. Or he might have thought he did not have the force and stiffness requisite for the smaller hole. Anyway, he effected a beautiful entrance, gentle and sliding, partly, I dare say, to be attributed to the workmanlike way in which I held the lips open for him. At first I thought he did not intend to do more than give my pretty attendant pleasure, and reserve his regenerated sperm flood for me perhaps. But his lust seemed to increase with every additional shove. I thought less of my own interests and encouraged his thrusts with such remarks as, 'Well done, Victor! What a nice springy rump she has, has she not? What nice round thighs! What a jolly little bum-hole! That's right. Shove in up to the balls!'
“I only perceived my imprudence when Fanchette completely finished and let down her flowing cream. I thought Victor would then withdraw and reserve himself for his young mistress. But no! He was getting into his work, and was commencing half lingering pushes. Fanchette now actually threw one of her arms around my left leg for support, to prevent herself being shoved head first through the carriage door, I suppose. Victor continued to pump, varying the speed and length of his strokes. He jiggled from side to side so as to stretch the clutching cunt lips, then resumed his plunges. At length, the page concluded his lascivious exercises, giving one heavy thrust and remaining in the warm sheath, while he leaned so heavily upon his pretty companion that she could hardly support his weight. When he condescended to withdraw his weapon and rise before even buttoning himself, he suggested refreshing ourselves with a flask of champagne, which he took from a basket dragged from under the carriage seat. This we gratefully accepted. I praised his forethought and asked him if he would not take some himself. He replied in the negative, saying he would take some brandy with old Jacques, the coachman. It would serve to put the old fellow in good humor, and also would have a better appearance, for we were approaching the village where we were to dine, and it would look unbecoming for him to be found riding inside with his young mistress, though even by her own express orders. This was so prudent and thoughtful that I had nothing to say against it, and approved of his doing as he proposed.
“Very shortly afterwards we reached the village inn, where I was received by the host with all the deference due to a young lady of high family. Moreover, I was greatly pleased to find that my Mother had sent forward a courier on horseback to order dinner to be ready for our party on arrival.
“This was more than I expected from her, and the result was that we were served with speed and comfort. I, of course, had my family attendant, Victor, dine with me. When I had nearly finished my repast, I heard a considerable disturbance, which seemed to come from the inn kitchen. I was thinking of requesting Victor to ascertain the meaning of it when in rushed the landlady in a high state of terror and indignation.
“'Ah, Mademoiselle,' she exclaimed, 'those footmen of yours are devils! Real devils incarnate! They are taking indecent liberties with my chambermaid and my kitchenmaid, who are two good girls quite innocent with regard to such romps. One of them kissed my daughter Rosalie and swore she was a very pretty girl, and had the impudence to ask her if her lips between her thighs were as sweet as those of her face!'
“'Why does not your husband interfere, my good woman?' said I, 'and what can a weak girl as I am do among
