white thighs, that she quite raised my curiosity as well as the king's.'
“'Indeed, Master Eustace,' said she, 'and what do you think he will do to me?'
“'I know,' said I.
“'You do?' she exclaimed in surprise. 'How?'
“'I was on duty in the ante-chamber the first time he had an interview with Mademoiselle La Fontaine, the young lady who has just left the room. I peeped through the curtain that overhung the door, and I saw…'
“'What?' eagerly asked my fair companion. 'Dear Eustace, do tell me!'
“'In this wicked world, fair lady,' I replied, 'one never gives anything for nothing. But I will tell you all about the pretty spectacle I witnessed if you will permit me to have one peep at those magnificent charms which Madam Desart so enthusiastically described.'
“'Pages are always saucy,' replied the laughing girl, 'but you are such a child that I suppose there will be no great harm in your having one peep; but recollect, sir, if you please, that it is only to be peeping, not handling.'
“'Oh, of course not, beautiful Julie,' said I. With that, as she was standing up, I went down on one knee and raised the wide spreading flounces of her dress. I began to lift up the undergarments. One of the great charms of my investigation was that since these treasured ladies were liable at any time to receive his Majesty's embraces, they were always dressed to perfection as to their petticoats and chemises. In the present case, I first of all viewed a vista of long white silk stocking, leading to a splendid regalia of creamy thighs and rump. I pulled the thighs and cheeks of her posteriors apart, rather roughly I fear (so much for not handling), and began kissing, licking, and sucking her brown-haired cunt with all the passionate ardor of a seventeen-year-old. She liked it, I'm sure, for she not only made no resistance, but opened her thighs and stooped a little so that I had a fair chance to insert my finger into her charming orifice.
“Of a sudden she exclaimed, 'Stop, dear Eustace, I hear somebody coming!' Instantly, but most unwillingly, I emerged from my delightful hiding place and placed myself in a respectful attitude while she sat down, looking as innocent as she could. The somebody, whoever it was, walked past the door however, without even looking in, and then we breathed more freely.
“'And now, Eustace,' said the lovely girl, 'since you have had your inspection, and a taste too, I should think, you are bound to tell me what you saw his gracious Majesty doing to my friend La Fontaine.'
“'Certainly, Mademoiselle,' I replied. 'Only promise me not to be vexed with me if, in my description and illustrations, I shock your notions of delicacy.'
“'Oh, certainly not!' replied she.
“'Very well, then,' replied I. 'The first thing his Majesty did was demand my assistance in taking down his royal breeches and bringing to view his sacred tool, thus,' said I, suiting the action to the word and allowing my own garments to disclose to the astonished Julie a very respectfully sized prick for a boy of seventeen, and stiff enough to poke a hole through a dead board.
“'Bless me what a pretty thing!' said the innocent girl, taking hold of it, 'and has the king got an instrument like this? And what does he do with it?'
“'That Mademoiselle, I am about to explain to you,' replied I with as much gravity as I could command. 'When he had thus prepared himself, he ordered me to retire and usher in Mademoiselle La Fontaine.'
“When I introduced the young lady, I did not retire far, but drew the curtains of the anteroom (where no one but I was allowed to enter) about one inch apart and watched the whole proceeding. You will be interested to know, Mademoiselle, that your fair friend lay herself on the sofa in very nearly the same attitude in which you are now placed, only her legs were drawn up a little, and her thighs more spread – something in this manner,' said I, putting her limbs in the posture I described. I wondered that her common-sense did not suggest the impropriety of my taking such liberties with her, but the fact of the case is, her animal passions had gained supremacy over her, and, for the time, she had no common sense.
“'Then, sweet Julie,' I continued, 'the king lifted her silk robe and her snowy underclothing up to her waist, thus revealing charms as snowy as the garments that veiled them. Very lovely, I thought the sight then, but it was not nearly so beautiful as the prospect which now fires every drop of blood in my veins.'
“The only reply that Julie could make to this statement was a long drawn sigh. Perceiving I was not likely to meet with much resistance, if any, I hastily concluded with, 'and then his Majesty did this.' As I made this last remark, I pulled open the ruby lips of Julie's delicious cunt, still moist from my licking and sucking, and placing myself on the sofa between her thighs, guided the scarlet oval top of my gallant young prick into the orifice of her lips. I flung my weight forward upon her and let my cock find its way in.
“At this forcible illustration of the scene I had witnessed between my royal master and Mademoiselle La Fontaine, Julie gave a slight scream, but she had just sense enough left to know that any exclamation of alarm might bring unwelcome intruders upon the scene. Moreover, I smothered her face with kisses to such an extent that screaming was not very easy.
“Previous to this, I had speared two or three chambermaids – somehow or other it seems to be considered part of the duty of a court page to do so – but I had never before fucked a young lady of rank, or taken a maidenhead. Now I was doing both at once, and, oh, how delicious it was! How I reveled in her delicate charms. How I grieved when my ecstasy came to an end and I shot a stream of pearly nectar into her violated pussy. I longed to remain in her, feeling sure that within ten minutes I would be able to go to work again with fresh vigor. But it was midday, the room was liable to be entered at any moment. For the sake of my fair partner, I rose and put my disordered garments straight.
“But Mademoiselle St. Roche forgot to be equally careful; she lay back exhausted, just as I had left her, with her petticoats up, her thighs open, and the creamy foam over the brown hair and ruby lips of her gaping cunt. And, of course Mademoiselle La Fontaine chose that very moment to enter!
“'Well, Julie,' said she, 'here is a pretty picture. What are you doing in that horribly indelicate position with your clothes up? And you, master page, what are you doing here?'
“I bowed respectfully and replied that Mademoiselle St. Roche had been troubled with an abominable flea, and that we had been trying to catch it.
“'I fear, Master Page, that you have been searching for fleas in very improper places,' she gravely replied. 'But what induced you to think it possible for a flea to be up that little orifice, which looks as if it is no longer so little?'
“From the tone of her conversation, I saw that it was of no use to attempt to deceive her, and was at a loss what to say. Julie beckoned me to her, and while her friend wondered what she could be saying, whispered to me that she would engage her in conversation and beg her not to disclose what she had just seen. At the same time, she would carelessly clasp her arms around her neck, and hold her fast in a stooping position. While she was thus situated, it would be easy and pleasant for me to get into her from behind, 'And then you'll be sure, Eustace dear, that she will not be able to tell stories of us!'
“I had always heard that women were apt learners in these matters, but I must acknowledge that I was perfectly astonished at the extraordinary diplomatic talent exhibited by the hitherto inexperienced Julie. I considered her idea a very good one, and without waiting for my assent, she proceeded to put it into practice.
“'Dear Adelaide, come here, I want to speak to you,' said she.
“'Well, what is it, you silly, imprudent girl?' replied her friend approaching her and leaning over her.
“This was all Julie needed. She clasped her white arms around Adelaide's neck and drawing her face down to hers, began to beg her in an audible whisper not to breathe a word of the suspicious appearance of matters when she so suddenly entered the room.
“'Of course I shall not, my pet,' replied La Fontaine. 'It would only bring scandal upon our little community and make the king and our abominable old governess look more sharply after us. But, gracious heavens!' she continued, 'what is that impudent page doing?'
“You will observe, my son, that as she promised not to reveal her suspicions, there was no necessity for me to purchase her secrecy by violating her. But secrecy or not, my fancy had been stimulated, and as Mademoiselle La Fontaine leaned over her friend, the position raised the skirt of her silken flounces so as to exhibit her legs in a most captivating manner. Her exclamation was caused by my putting my head under her petticoats to obtain a nearer and more extensive view. When she called out, the only alteration I made in my proceedings was to stand up, raising her petticoats with my head as I did so. My faithful Julie kept tight hold of her at the same time, so she
