amorous frenzy, which had been somewhat excited by Susan's resistance to my wishes, was redoubled at the sight.
Susan, having observed how much I appeared to be interested in what was passing, had got off the bed, and come towards me, without my perceiving it.
“Let me have a look,” said she, pushing me gently aside.
This was exactly what I wanted, so I let her take my place, and eagerly watched her countenance to see what impressions the spectacle made on her. At first she colored, but I was too certain of her amorous propensities to fear that what she saw could have any other effect than the one I expected. As she kept her place, I was somewhat curious to ascertain how the example operated, and accordingly slipped my hand up her clothes. I met with but little resistance, as she only pushed down my hand, without, however, preventing it reaching her thighs, which she kept closely squeezed together. I owed the facility with which I succeeded in parting them to the transports of the combatants behind the partition. I could count every push that was made by the Father or his paramour, by the progress of my hand up her charming thighs. At last I reached the goal, and she then abandoned herself entirely to me; opening her thighs to let my hand revel at its ease amid those hidden charms. I did not omit to profit by this opportunity, and putting my finger to the very centre of sensibility, I found that there was scarcely room to admit it. On finding that the enemy had taken the citadel, she trembled, and continued to do so at every motion of my finger.
“Now, I have you, Susan,” I whispered; and raising her petticoat behind, I saw the finest, whitest, firmest little arse that can be imagined. How perfect was its shape! How exquisitely rounded! None that I have since seen can be compared with it for a moment. What heavenly buttocks, of a roseate hue more beautiful than even her face! With what rapture did I smother them with kisses! Yes, indeed, they merited my most fervent adoration, but they had a neighbor whose attractions would not let me stop to worship them long. I knelt before this charming little rump, and kissed it in an ecstasy; but Susan had a thousand other beauties that aroused my curiosity. I rose transported, and fixed my eager eyes on her lovely bubbles, which were hard, firm, and rounded by love itself. They heaved and sank alternately, and seemed to require a hand to steady their movement; so I gently pressed them with mine. Susan let me do as I pleased, and kept looking attentively through the peephole. I was delighted at this, but her attention was much too great for my impatience. I burned with a fire that nothing but enjoyment could abate. I wished to have her naked, to satisfy myself with the sight of the whole, of which I had kissed and handled such ravishing portions. I thought this would content me, but I found the contrary to be the fact when I had pulled off her clothes, to which she offered no resistance. I too was naked and sought means of gratifying my passion. Thousands on thousands of kisses, the most expressive tokens of love, were infinitely short of my feelings. I tried to make an entry, but, owing to her position, I was obliged to begin the attempt from behind. She opened her legs and thighs, but the entrance was so small that I could not get in. I put my finger in, and withdrew it covered with the dew of love. I then made fresh efforts to take possession of the place my finger had just quitted, but the same difficulty prevented my success, in spite of all my partner's assistance.
“Susan,” at last I began, enraged at the obstacle that her stupid attention to other people's matters opposed to my happiness; “come away; we will have as much pleasure as they.”
She looked at me, and I saw by her eyes how much she was excited. I took her in my arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her on her back. When she opened her thighs, my eyes were instantly arrested by the sight of a bright little rose, just beginning to bloom. Light colored hair, in a thousand little curls, was just beginning to overshade a hillock which the most delicate pencil could but feebly portray. Susan lay without stirring, and awaited impatiently for some more sensible and satisfactory tokens of my passion. I endeavored to give them, but made a sad mess of it, sometimes too high, sometimes too low, wasting my strength in vain efforts. At last she guided me and well did I know that I was in the right road then. A sharp pain, which I had no thought of finding on a road that I expected to find strewn with flowers, for a moment arrested my progress. Susan experienced a similar inconvenience, but we were not to be deterred by trifles. She tried to enlarge the passage; I pushed, and she seconded every motion. I soon reached the halfway house. Susan looked at me with languishing eyes; her face was inflamed, she breathed at long intervals, and imparted to me a prodigious heat. I swam in an ocean of pleasure, and hoping for still greater, hastened to snatch them. O Heaven! That such blissful moments were to be troubled by the most cruel misfortunes! I was pushing most vigorously, when my infernal bed gave way, and fell, making a horrible clatter. This fall might have been favorable, since it helped me to reach the end of my journey, though with grievous pain to both of us. Susan had the utmost difficulty to refrain from screaming. Dreadfully frightened, she would have torn herself from my arms, but I was mad with love and rage, and held her tighter than ever. I paid most dearly for my obstinacy.
The noise alarmed Annette, who opened the door, saw how her son and daughter were engaged, and stood staring at us, almost petrified with surprise, and was unable to approach us. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died away on her lips. Susan had fainted; her tender eyes were shut and she had neither the courage nor strength to rise. I looked at Annette and Susan by turns; at the former with fury; at the latter with grief. Emboldened by the statue-like immobility of Annette, I wished to profit by it; I pushed, and Susan gave signs of life, she heaved a deep drawn sigh, opened her eyes, and pressed me more closely as she returned my motion. She began to spend, and her raptures delighted me. I was just on the point of partaking them, when Annette rushed upon me and tore me from the arms of my dear Susan. I was too exhausted to offer any resistance, and remained almost insensible in her grasp.
In the meantime Father Polycarp, no less curious than Annette, had entered, and was not much less astonished than she, at what he saw before him; for there lay Susan on her back, stark naked, rubbing her eyes with one hand, and covering the sinning part with the other; as if that could conceal her charms from the eyes of the lecherous monk.
Neither my surprise, rage, nor fear had made love's weapon lose its stiffness; Annette gazed on it; and the sight procured me her forgiveness. I felt that she was gently withdrawing me from the chamber. I scarcely knew what I did but I followed her. She conducted me to her chamber, shut the door, and bolted it. Fear then awoke me from my trance, and I wished to fly from her resentment; but she reassured me.
“Silas,” said she, “I don't mean to hurt you.” I did not believe her and still kept distance. She approached me, and when I saw her arm extended to seize me, I drew back, but in vain, for she caught me by the staff.
The confusion at being in statu natural did not hinder me from being surprised at seeing her quite naked; a moment before she was at least decently dressed. My tool soon regained in her hand the strength and stiffness it had partially lost. Annette pressed it, and I looked at her slit. She then lay down on the bed, and pulled me on her.
“Come along, my little stallion, put it in there, bravo.”
I did not wait for anything further, but, meeting with little opposition, I thrust it in up to the hilt. Having been predisposed by the prelude with Susan, I soon felt a glow of delight, which deprived me of my senses, and Annette received the first-fruits of my virility. Thus at the first stroke, I made a cuckold of my imputed father, but what odds!
I was going to repeat the delightful exercise, but was interrupted by a stifled noise proceeding from my chamber. Annette seemed perfectly aware of what was going on, and called to the Father to leave off. She hastily dressed herself and hastened to prevent things being pushed too far.
She had no sooner turned her back than I flew to the hole. I there saw the monk holding Susan in his arms, who had partially dressed herself, but he had lifted up her petticoat and shift, and I guessed that the noise was caused by the excessive dimensions of his Reverence's member, as he made many useless attempts to put it into a place that was never meant for him. The appearance of Annette put an end to the struggle; she snatched Susan from the monk's embraces, gave her two or three slaps on the back and sent her out of the room. It appeared that those vigorous proceedings had somewhat exhausted the good dame, and that she had not strength enough left to show Father Polycarp how much she disapproved of his conduct. It is not often that a monk is wanting in impudence; but, in this instance, the Father could hardly bear up against the shame of being caught in flagrante delicto and the reproaches that he expected Annette was preparing to shower upon him; or more probably against the disgrace a monk must incur by failing in an amorous encounter with a young girl. His color came and went without his daring to look at Annette, who, for her part, seemed agitated by similar emotions. I watched them attentively from my peep-hole, and feared that I was about to witness some fearful crisis; but I was altogether mistaken. The monk was confused, but his instrument stood forth like a poker. I suppose monks are always so. Annette was in a terrible rage, but when she saw the monk's staff her anger abated; and a reconciliation took
