On awakening, the next morning, I found myself alone. I was not displeased and thought over the whole scene of the night before.
I was curious to inspect myself so, sitting on a pillow, my legs well apart, I examined my gaping interior. I found that my entire finger penetrated it with ease. This inspection amused me and would have certainly produced results had not a discreet knock on the door made me hasten to cover myself up, and I resumed a decent position.
My visitor was Helene. She found me fresh and gay and, after kissing me, we chatted like two sisters while I dressed.
My pretty aunt treated me as a woman and invited my confidences which I did not refuse her. When I told her that I had spent four times, while Charles had delivered himself of a single emission, she made an impatient movement; it was very evident that the paucity of my husband's virile force compared with my own, surprised her.
The day passed; my husband, a keen sportsman, went shooting game and, for my part, I went out walking with Helene. Dinner united us and, in the evening, we played music until it was time to retire.
This was the third night of our married life. Ah, what a difference from the two preceding ones! Charles put a frightful silk handkerchief around his head, spoke of our approaching departure and of our homecoming, but did not say one word of love, or give me any caresses.
He kissed me coldly, turned over and went to sleep.
I awoke early the next morning and was seized with a desire to examine the male instrument which I had already felt twice and which I suspected was very different from that of M. de Vycabre.
Circumstances favoured me, it was warm, Charles had thrown back the sheet and by good luck his shirt was somewhat rucked up. I pushed the sheet still further down and then, with infinite care, moved so as to see that sorrowful tool that was my only source of consolation.
In truth what a difference, there was from that of M. de Vycabrelittle, stunted-in a wrinkled skin, scarcely could one perceive the presence of its flabby head reposing on his thigh; and from that moment on I believe our fate was fixed.
Charles made a movement, I hastened to turn round and pretended to be asleep. He got out of bed first, as usual.
Thus the period of our sojourn with my grandmother approached its end and we began our proper married life together. Certainly I was not happy, though my husband loved me as much as his cold nature would permit. My beauty enchanted him and he refused me nothing that I could wish for, but all this did not suffice me. It was not this that I had dreamt of. I desired an ardent love, voluptuous and lascivious, for which I was ideally suited, but I saw before me a gentle, monotonous life-probably childless, and far too bloodless for one of my temperament.
Charles gave himself to me once or twice a week, always with the same helpless reserve. He only kissed me on my cheeks and forehead-my breasts so firm and fresh, never received his caresses; his hands seemed to fly away from the charming spot between my thighs that would have so eagerly welcomed his attentions. As for me, I did not dare to touch him, as I was sure that I would have been repulsed.
We had been married two years. I was now twenty years of age, my temperament had become more passionate in every way, while that of my husband seemed to have lost some of its force; I had not had a child, consequently nothing had changed my ideas.
By now my grandmother was dead and we lived in Paris. My husband's position obliged him to often beg leave of absence for several days at a time which, moreover, accorded with his sporting tastes.
I was thus often left alone and, in spite of my passion for music, which I had cultivated with some measure of success, my head often grew disordered, and my over-excited senses presented to me nothing but scenes of love and delirium.
What nights I have passed when alone! I have instinctively writhed myself into the most lascivious positions, that you could possibly imagine.
My finger was no longer enough to satisfy my desires. I pressed my bolster and entwined my arms about it, clasping it in my arms as well as though it could bring me joy. I rubbed myself furiously against it and arrived at a degree of relative enjoyment but this did not suffice except to still further increase my longings.
I changed postures, placing myself astride it; I rubbed myself anew until the wellsprings of pleasure, swollen by this stimulant, finally opened themselves and procured me some relief.
These nervous excitements gave me hallucinations, the nature of which were shaped by my frenetic state; my sweet and gay character became capricious. For a time I resisted but finally, I succumbed; was I then very culpable?
I often saw Madame D…the wife of the Chief Magistrate of the town.
She was a little blonde who had once been very beautiful but she was already on the turn. I believed that she had had many adventures in her youth.
One day, having gone to make a call on her, she informed me that M.
Formatey had come to take command of the garrison. She said he was a young officer who had been much and well spoken of, who had fought with great distinction, and had been promoted very rapidly until he held the commission of Lieutenant Colonel; that he was about thirtysix years old and unmarried.
Madame told me that she had invited him to dinner, and she then invited my husband and myself for the same day. Was it a presentiment that I had? I do not know, but I returned home very thoughtful, even feeling a spark of jealousy towards Madame D…
The dinner took place three days later; I had made, I must admit it, a most ravishing toilette.
We entered the room and found M. Formatey there before us; in a moment I had taken stock of him. He was a tall, vigorous and strapping fellow, with a free and open physiognomy and distinguished manners.
He was introduced and his sweet and charming voice vibrated within my heart.
I felt a chill, then the blood all rushed to my head. Oh, I was captured all right! I did not even seek to fight the feelings that invaded my entire being.
We sat down to dinner, which was very lively and M. Formatey shone by his quick wit. He was at the right of Madame D… who flirted with him. I could have slain her.
After dinner he approached me and begged my permission to call, then chatted with my husband who was pleased greatly with him.
Madame D… went to the piano and played a waltz. Monsieur D… said that I waltzed well and solicited me to take a turn with him but, he being somewhat elderly and somewhat feeble, fatigue speedily told on him and M. Formatey presented himself to fill his place.
When his arm encircled my waist, I was seized with a nervous movement which did not escape him, and I very imprudently allowed myself to be carried away by the delicious sensation.
M. Formatey boldly profited by it and, while turning the corner of the room, he found a means to press me so closely to him that I felt for an instant against my stomach an object so hard and stiff, that I thought I should faint. Ah, this waltz was all that was needed to complete my defeat!
All too speedily the happy evening came to an end. On returning home, I undressed myself promptly, said good night to my husband and, under pretext of being tired, lay down with my buttocks turned toward Charles.
As it chanced, a caprice took him, and I felt him gently raise my chemise. Then, pressing me towards himself, he sought to put it into me from behind. For a moment I was disinclined but, within a moment, my temperament got the upper hand and I lent myself to his desires. He, however, fumbled at me clumsily and failed to gain an entry.
I lost my patience and, hurling the clothes down to the foot of the bed, I seized his reluctant dart and buried it within me to the hilt.
At this moment I scarcely thought of poor Charles, in my imagination Formatey had taken his place. I imagined that it was he who was moving behind me and in my mind I addressed to him everything that I could have wished to say if he had really been there.
Three times my amorous dew was shed for him and him alone, as the result of my thoughts my husband profited without knowing it, and behaved a little better than usual refreshing me with a more abundant shower of moisture.
When he withdrew I feared that, with his usual habitual ridiculous reserve, he would be displeased with the spontaneous impulse which had made me seize and imprison his instrument myself. On the contrary he appeared to take it kindly and I remembered it for the future.
The next day, when M. Formatey called to pay us a visit, we were out. I was really chagrined to find his card. The day after he called again, this eagerness pleased me very much, we received him in our best style and pressed him to come often.
It seemed to me that he regarded me with a particular sentiment and I was as happy as could be.
A tender intimacy was not slow in establishing itself between us and my love grew greater day by day. I knew that my adored Formatey already shared it. Up to now he had said nothing, but I was sure of it.
What woman ever deceived herself in this?
We never found ourselves alone: I ardently desired, but at the same time dreaded, this moment. I did not wish to deliver myself up to him entirely at the first encounter yet I felt that it would be impossible to resist for a single moment. I made a resolution to know him better but, unhappily, my strength deserted me completely as soon as I saw him.
In such a state how could I have resisted his attack?
One day he called about three o'clock in the afternoon. My husband was absent, but I had a very tiresome lady visitor who could not make up her mind to go.
I saw my dear Formatey suffering as he waited and, not being able to decently remain any longer, at last he started to leave, darting at me a glance that I could not resist. I said to him: 'Did not my husband promise you a book?'
'Yes, Madame. And I had hoped to get it today.'
'If you will wait. I will go and get it for you.'
'Will you excuse me, Madame?' I said to my eternal visitor, 'will you permit me to leave you alone for a moment?'
She replied, 'Oh, yes, willingly!'
We were in my little room. Formatey, who understood my little ruse, went out and waited for me in the next room, where I joined him with some book or other in my hand.
In an instant he declared his love for me. What did he say? What did I reply to him?
I know nothing, I remember nothing. I conducted him to the entrance door, fearing that someone would hear him; there was a double door between where we stood and a little ante-chamber where the servant was sitting.
M. Formatey seized me in his arms, half opened my lips and imprinted a kiss, a long kiss of fire, a kiss which re-echoed through my entire being and arrested the protest which I should have uttered in spite of myself.
At the same instant, his eager hand had raised my petticoats and his finger knowledgeably caressed my burning cleft which left, quick as lightning, a palpable mark of its pleasure on his invading hand.
'Go-go-go! Do leave me!' I implored in a stifled voice. 'Go! go! – Tomorrow, three o'clock!' And I fled in a state that I can hardly describe.
Happily, the lady visiting me was very near-sighted and did not perceive my disorder.
I will not attempt to relate my impressions until the next afternoon – the only thing that I can recall is that I was determined.
Fortunately my husband had to be away, so I arranged things in such a manner that my servants were sent on errands; I made a fresh toilette and then waited. My dear Formatey arrived, I opened the door for him myself, and led him into my boudoir.
We seated ourselves, both sufficiently embarrassed, and he very respectfully begged my pardon for what he had done the day before, telling me that he had not been his master at the moment when the delicious movement had seized him; and that his love for me was such that he would die if he could not have me.
I did not know what to reply, my heart was so full-he took my hand and kissed it. I arose, trembling, our mouths met, and, I confess, I no longer made any resistance! I had not the strength. I tasted unknown happiness, I felt him draw me close. What should we do?
There was nothing in my boudoir but an uncomfortable settee, and some common chairs.
All the time holding me in his arms, Formatey seated himself upon a chair in such a manner that I found myself standing in front of him and bending over his body.
I felt one of his arms leave my waist and speedily my clothes were lifted up in front as my handsome lover sought to pass his knees between my legs.
'Oh, not that!' I said between spasms. 'No, I pray you-not that, have pity!'
Without taking any notice of my feeble protestations of expiring modesty, Formatey made efforts to bend me in such a way that I should be astride of him; instinctively, although desiring it all the time, I resisted, refusing to bend – thus we exhausted ourselves.
At last, having lowered my eyes a little, I saw a spectacle which at once terminated the struggle. My conqueror had already produced his instrument quite ready for the fray; its haughty and rubicund head raised itself arrogantly-its length and thickness truly exceptional, rendering it far superior even to that of M. de Vycabre.
At this sight I no longer had the strength or desire to resist. My thighs opened themselves of their own accord, I let myself sink whilst hiding my head on my lover's shoulder, and I abandoned myself to him, opening myself as wide as possible, desiring yet fearing the entrance of so fine a guest.
I speedily felt the head between the lips of my grotto which, following the puny tool of my husband, was not used to such a treat. I made a movement to aid him and had scarcely introduced the point, when a burning jet of amorous liquor covered my thighs and stomach.
The prolonged waiting and the excitement had caused the precious dew to gush forth much too quickly for me and so I was not able to enjoy as I had hoped.
I could not prevent myself from letting my disappointment be seen, but my lover, covering me with kisses, told me that he needed but to wait for an instant and that I should speedily be more content with him.
We sat down on the settee and, entwined in each other's arm, we spoke to the full of our love and happiness. We had loved each other at the first sight it seemed and so had yielded to an irresistible passion.
At the end of several minutes, I saw that my lover was ready to recommence and I asked myself how we were going to do it!
I did not wish to try again the posture that had failed us so dismally. I noticed that Formatey was also looking about him; then I had an idea, I got up, smiling at him, and urged him to do the same.
I stepped back and he pursued me; at last I leaned forward nonchalantly against the mantelpiece and presented to him my behind my croup, which I made undulate with a cat-like movement, at the same time Hooked back at him, darting him a provocative glance.
Ah, I was understood. Formatey sprang towards me and gave me a kiss, while saying: 'Thanks!' Then he placed himself behind me and he raised my petticoats up over my loins.
On perceiving my rounded and quivering posterior, he uttered a cry of admiration. I was waiting, but was not expecting the homage which I received.
The great fool threw himself on his knees; then, after covering my buttocks with kisses, he opened them below and I felt lips and tongue!
In my turn I uttered a cry and nearly swooned away.
Formatey raised himself and commenced to put inside me his priapus, his enormous priapus. Despite our united efforts, this was not easy, so he withdrew and, putting a little saliva on it, I then speedily felt myself penetrated-filled. I was in a state of inexpressible ecstasy.
Bending over me, my lover glued his lips to mine, which I made possible by bending my head. His tongue caressed mine and I lost control of my senses. As the supreme moment arrived I became crazed with passion and cried out in broken and unfinished words of love.
Formatey restrained himself and beamed at my happiness. He allowed me to calm down and then I felt his sweet movements commence again.
Ah, how well he knew how to give pleasure and even to double it by a thousand delicious shades! Oh, this first lesson, I can feel it yet!
'Dear Angel!' he said, 'express your feelings, it is good to utter those sweet confidences, when we become one person as we are at this moment.'
Oh, how happy this speech made me. I who had always desired to utter those words with which my ears had been so delicately struck at Pauvanne, when a similar scene had been enacted by my aunt and her lover. I did not need another invitation.
'I am coming-again-I say again,-finish me! I am co-m-ing! Ah! Ah!'
'My adored one, I am coming also! Ah-oh-here I come!'
Formatey gave a vigorous thrust of the loins and sank upon me-I felt his emissions and almost lost consciousness again.
How was it that I could stand his embrace? Nothing of what I had imagined on seeing my aunt, could approach this reality. I was swooning, my head between my hands, my bosom palpitating, incapable of making another movement.
As Formatey withdrew from me, I was still coming, I had been coming all the time! In spite of myself, I remained uncovered up to the waist, trembling, mechanically continuing to undulate my buttocks which caused the overflow of ambrosia to fall to the ground.
My lover had pity on me. After rapidly putting himself to rights, he lowered my petticoats and, taking me in his arms, he sat me beside himself on the settee.
For a moment my mind wandered, he calmed me, his sweet voice brought me to my senses a little. I begged him to leave me to myself for a time and he retired.
I now took stock of myself. I was in an incredible state of disorder. I had to change my linen, my chemise and stockings were not only stained with the amorous liquor but smeared with drops of blood, for it was not with impunity that I had consorted with a member of that size.
When I regained something of a semblance of order, in ideas as well as toilette, I flung myself on my bed and slept profoundly. My husband would not return till late in the evening and I woke up about seven o'clock, fresh and strong as I had not felt for some time.
I gave way to reflection. I had been carried away by an irresistible sentiment and, above all, by a natural need, as necessary for my nourishment as food.
It was certainly not that I was vicious; I loved my husband as a friend, as the companion of my existence, and if he had the necessary virile forces which were so indispensable to me, or even if he had sought to augment them with skilful caresses, I should never have dreamt of being unfaithful to him. I resolved to save him from all pain and I have fully succeeded-he had never had the slightest suspicion.
This resolution demanded much skill. The circle of acquaintances with which I was surrounded, were exceedingly active in scandalmongering and I had to take excessive precautions to conceal my liaison.
I warned my lover and knew that I could count on his honour, and he did everything on his part to preserve my reputation.
Several days passed without our seeing each other; I suffered much from this and he as much as I. A gesture, a look while walking or in company with others was all that we had for consolation for eight long days.
At last Formatey could hold out no longer. He came to pay us a visit; my husband was at home. We chatted in a friendly manner, someone else came to call, he took his leave and my husband went to the door with him and returned to the room with our new visitor.
I do not know what instinct warned me that Formatey had not gone out of the house, but I excused myself as the visitor was talking business with my husband, and I went into the ante-chamber.
I had not deceived myself. Formatey had not left; seeing that there was no servant in sight, he was still standing inside the entrance.
On seeing me, he threw himself upon me, pressing me in his arms with violent passion.
'Dear Angel, how I am suffering and how long a time it has been.'
'And I have found it so, too!' I replied.
We were still standing between the doors and before I had time to think, our lips were glued together, my clothes were pulled up to the waist, his finger had penetrated into my burning cave which opened itself under his pressure and, my hand had seized his dear member.
What more can I say? Several moments passed and I gasped for breath, withdrawing my hand to find it entirely bathed in a warm and abundant liquor.
We made our escape in opposite directions.
Several days then passed and we were unable to join one another, then at last a happy moment of liberty arrived and we had an hour to ourselves.
Ah, how we profited by it! My lover appeared in my little room. I flew to meet him, I ate him up with kisses and caresses.
'Let us do it quickly!' We both exclaimed in a single breath, 'let us profit by this chance for happiness.'
I tore myself from his arms, flung up my skirts from behind and, placing myself on my knees on the settee, presented my buttocks to him. I swooned with pleasure from the fury of his consequent attack.
Then we seated ourselves but my lover was not contented and, in spite of my fears, I could not stop him. He placed himself on his knees between my legs, which he had me open widely; I took into my hand his vigorous firebrand which had already regained all its hardness, I caressed it a moment, then I buried it in myself gradually.
When the arrow had completely disappeared within its quiver, Formatey bent over me, raised my legs on his arms, threw me backwards and then thrust so energetically that a second ejaculation soon exploded within me.
My aim is not to relate day by day all that took place at our various meetings. I will merely confine myself to describing the most stirring doings of this adorable liaison, which I could have wished to last forever.
My lover knew how to vary the pleasure without ever arriving at satiety; he found a singular voluptuousness in teaching me the arts of enjoying, and he had in me the most docile of pupils.
He taught me the real names of things, making me say them many times, but only on the frenzy of passion. He only employed them himself in the supreme transports; he claimed, and rightly, that it was a spice of high taste, which one should not abuse, for fear that it would lose all its flavour.
It will doubtless come to me to forget myself some time in sweet remembrances, but after all, what does it matter?
What refined caresses, what lascivious positions he was able to teach me! What caprices, what childishnesses on both sides were realized as soon as thought of! I made much progress under so good a master, that I eventually surpassed him.
I greatly delighted in changing the method thus sometimes, when ridden from behind which was one of his favourite postures, I would unhorse my rider and fly to the end of the room. There I would place myself on a chair, my legs in the air, presenting my open pussy.
Scarcely had my lover penetrated me than I would, in a new caprice, seat myself on top of him, burying his tool to the utmost within me.
My dear Mimi! It was thus that I ordinarily called my splendid champion who gave me so much pleasure and which had now become a passion to me. I could never tire of admiring its length, its thickness, its marvelous stiffness: I played with it, I ate it up, I pumped it, caressed it in a thousand ways. I rubbed it against my titties, shut it up between them by pressing them together with both hands and often, when closed in this voluptuous channel, there it would shed its dew.
My lover returned all my caresses with interest, my pussy was his god, his idol. He assured me that no woman ever possessed one more beautiful than mine-he half opened it, he tickled it in a thousand ways. His greatest happiness consisted of putting his lips to it to suck it, to extract from it (so to speak) the quintessence of voluptuousness by titillations of the tongue which nearly drove me mad.
I had acquired such taste for practice that we seldom had a rendezvous without Formatey pleasuring me this way. I would throw myself down on a large sofa chair placed in my boudoir for just that purpose. There I would arrange myself with legs stretched out and raised on the arms of the chair.
My lover would fall on his knees in front of me, and perform his delicious minette-it was thus that he called this way of making love.
When I began to writhe in paroxysms of pleasure, he would enter me and locked in each other's arms, we would enjoy each other to the point of madness.
Sometimes I would place myself on my knees on the settee and my lover would glue his face between my buttocks and pleasure me with his mouth from the rear-an activity which filled us both with transports of joy.
One day, after a long separation, my dear Formatey was at last able to see me alone! Alas! A monthly obstacle rendered our habitual pleasures impossible. I saw the pain on his face as he looked at my hand supplicatingly.
Certainly I was quite disposed to accord him that means of solace, in fact I had already had it in mind to do so, when a foolish idea popped into my head and I recalled the last scene between M. de Vycabre and my aunt in the park.
The conditions were identical and I wished to reproduce it in all this details. I easily prevailed upon Formatey to rise, placed him as I wanted and proceeded to manipulate his big tool in the same fashion as Helene had. I also managed to make my lover say the same words that M. de Vycabre had uttered on that memorable occasion.
At last he came and his dew gushed freely, the last pearls of which I collected in my handkerchief.
When it was finished I could not prevent myself from laughing and he asked my reasons. To this I replied thoughtlessly: 'Nothing, I just remembered something!'
At these words I saw his face darken and I quickly understood my mistake and the suspicions that I had raised in his mind against me.
Not wishing to give him even the shadow of anxiety, I made him sit beside me and told him all that had happened before my marriage.
This recital amused him greatly and he had me go into great detail.
When I told him how I had managed to get satisfaction for myself, he cried:
'Ah, dearest, what would I not have given to have seen you in your turn tickle your delicious little clitoris.'
He continued asking me a lot of questions about my solitary customs and I even finished by telling him that, the day of our meeting at Madame D…'s house, I was so full of the remembrance of him that in the night I had done it for Charles but had thought only of HIM.
'Ah, indeed!' he replied to me, 'this is truly curious! Confidence for confidence, my dear angle, that very same evening and probably at the very same hour, we exchanged our souls in mutual enjoyment!'
'Is that true?'
'Listen, I returned home already more than half captivated by you; I had in fact loved you on seeing you; I had not yet had the happiness of enjoying your body but I regarded it as the aim of all my future efforts.
'I went to bed and thought only of you. I was in a state of-well, you can imagine-I extinguished my light and in my mind I covered your imaginary form with kisses of a delightful but not entirely satisfying sort. Then I did what you did, and the pleasure was such that I am now convinced that our discharges took place at the very same moment.'
'How can men then tickle themselves. Do they do it as we do?'
'Certainly we do; why should this natural means of relief be denied us?
That which your pretty hand does, mine can do likewise.'
'Oh, how I would like to see that!'
'What, you want to…?'
'Yes, I want you to show me how to do it.'
'But you well know I do it just like you.'
'Well yes, but I pray you, give me this pleasure.'
While saying this, I uncovered the head of his instrument which, as a result of our talk, had regained its usual fine condition. I took his hand and placed it upon it.
'Now you are being silly.'
'No, sir, not at all, I wish it-do it quickly, and do it to the end, or I shall know that you do not love me any more.'
My lover did not know how to refuse me. After some hesitation he said: 'Oh very well, I agree but it is on the condition that as soon as it is possible, you will in your turn give me a demonstration of your pleasures when a young girl.'
'Oh, as to that, I will do it willingly, but now please go on.'
He soon did as I wished and, bending over him, I followed his movements one after the other with a singular sentiment to think of his pleasure and my curiosity.
Soon I had pity on him, I undid my corsage, and going on my knees in front of him, I finished the good work between my titties.
A short time after this caprice, my lover demanded the like of me. He recalled the promise I had made him and, in spite of a certain shame which had taken possession of me, I lent myself to his pleasure and stretched myself on the settee.
'No, not like that, you placed me to your liking, now it is my turn.'
'But what do you want?'
'You will see. Place yourself on this chair-like that-very well, now uncover your little pussy and tickle it with your left hand.'
Though puzzled, I obeyed. By now, Formatey had unclasped my corsage and stripped me to the waist. My lascivious instincts now kindled, what I had at first taken in hand as a joke I now began to take very seriously indeed.
Then I felt Formatey, who had placed himself behind me, insinuate his engine under my right arm. The originality of this fantasy inflamed my lustful imagination. I bent my head and avidly contemplated his handsome tool, whose helmet appeared and disappeared at each thrust of my dear lover who, for his part, had his eyes fixed on my left hand, which was by now working at its best.
Very soon our sighs mingled, we mutually warned each other, and our discharges took place at the same instant.
Some delicious months rolled by and our passion, far from weakening, or blunting our sensibilities from its frequency, only caused our love to grow more intense.
The precautions that we had taken with so much care assured us secrecy, and only once were we nearly surprised. We believed ourselves certain not to be disturbed, my husband was away, and I had sent my servants on errands at some distance.
After a chat and some caresses, I had made my lover understand my desires, and he had me placed to his liking, my body thrown back in my easy chair, my legs well apart and thus he commenced his adorable licking. I was ready to come, my eyes were closed, I was thinking only of myself and tasting one by one the delicious sensations his tongue was creating when all at once we heard steps on the stairs and voices in the next room.
Quick as lightning, we both jumped up, set our clothes to rights and sat ourselves at a proper distance when my maid, returning sooner than I had expected, opened the door and announced a lady of the town.
I was so terribly stunned that I could not move but the coolness and presence of mind on the part of my lover, who fortunately knew the lady, gave me time to compose myself and we were saved!
The fine weather arrived and I had to go to a spa a little distance from my hometown. I dreaded it, for I thought it would separate me from my lover, and Formatey was in despair. However, my husband insisted upon it and, as you may imagine, we did not wish to admit the real reason for my reluctance.
My husband could not accompany me, his occupation kept him at home, but he arranged to visit me frequently and to join me for a longer time as soon as he was able.
As for Formatey, it would be too imprudent to have received him.
I set off full of vexation, and passed the early days of my stay very quietly.
At the end of the first week, my husband came to see me and told me that shortly he would bring Formatey and two other friends to pass the day. Hope sprang anew, and I waited with feverish impatience.
At last, six days later, I received a letter that this trip had been fixed for the next day.
Having set out the day before, the gentlemen arrived at four o'clock in the morning. My husband came at once to find me and lay down by my side. Absence had awakened his rare desires, and although I anticipated being feasted by my dear Formatey, I should here avow that I willingly lent myself to Charles's wishes.
I clasped him in my arms, slipped my hand under his shirt and, taking his instrument, I gently worked it up with my fingers for a few seconds: then, having put it in its finest state of erection, I introduced it into my grotto.
Charles performed better than usual and swore to me that the caresses of my hand had made him experience the liveliest sensation of pleasure. Since then I have often made use of this means to excite him for my own satisfaction and sometimes even at his own request. We then slept until nine o'clock.
We went to breakfast at the hotel dining room with the gentlemen; the meal was an excellent one and we were all very gay. My dear Formatey sparkled with wit and verve. We could only communicate with our eyes but this language was well understood by us, and the message read, as plain as day, when can we meet alone?
It was my husband who unwittingly fixed matters for us. He proposed a lunch party in the woods and declared that after having conducted me back to the house, he would return to the hotel to lie down and recover from the fatigue of the ride the night before.
Formatey declared that he would employ that time in seeing some old friends; and the others said that they were going to visit the baths.
One glance exchanged with my lover was sufficient for me to understand him and, at noon when my husband was fast asleep at the hotel, Formatey slipped into my chamber.
Knowing his taste I had made a seductive toilette with a piquant head dress and donned rose-coloured stockings and fine slippers. I was clad only in a light peignoir, which my lover called a foutoir. I waited with impatience and was delirious the moment he appeared and devoured him with kisses.
'Ah, here you are at last, my dear angel, my dear love! Oh, how I have longed for you, come to my arms that I may devour you!
I closed the door and drew him towards the bed.
'Oh, come to my arms, seeing it's been two weeks without you! I thought I should die-how I have suffered!'
'And I, my darling, I have scarcely lived! We have not much time, let us profit by the opportunity quickly before some one comes to interrupt us.'
'Oh yes, we will, I am entirely yours to do with as you wish.'
As I finished these words, my peignoir was already on the floor. My lover undressed himself, then arranged me on the edge of the bed, placing two pillows behind me. Then he caressed and sucked my titties for some time, before raising my chemise and applying his burning lips to my hungry pussy which received this caress with a spasm of happiness.
'Ah, my darling,' I said, 'ah, I am spending already-it is coming again!-Ah, what delight! Oh, you are slaying me! Me now-come, put it into me-come, poke me!'
Formatey raised himself, lifted my legs up on his arms and began to thrust steadily into me. As for me, I was lying back softly and I followed his sweet activity with languorous eyes.
'Do it gently, slowly!' I said, 'let us be very long about it! Ah, how very good it is! It penetrates me to the heart! Ah! I am dying! Stopslowdown! stopa-little! Ah, I'm there, I am doing it-I am coming!'
'I, also, ah, I cannot hold out any longer, my darling, my fouteuse, I am coming-I give-you-my-semen!'
I remained swooning, but unsatisfied. My lover was still stretched out upon me, I had encircled his head with both arms and glued my mouth to his.
'Ah,' I whispered, 'you have done it much too quickly!'
'I could not stop myself-but do not move!'
'What do you want to do then?' was the question I naturally asked.
'You see that I am remaining inside you.'
'But I am all flooded, can't you see?'
'What does it matter, I am going to poke you again without leaving your sheath.'
'But is it possible?'
'You will see-how adorable your titties are, my darling. Give me your tongue, nicely now,-ah, that is like it! Move your dear bottom sweetly! There it is, wakening me up-can't you feel it?'
'Yes, it is returning-I can hold out no longer-I am doing it again!
Start again, more quickly! I am dying-I am going mad-I'm doing it-I'm fuc… I'm doing it all the time, are you ready?'
'It's coming! I'm coming again. There-there it is!'
And a second discharge came to mingle itself with the first. For a time we remained in a swoon, then Formatey, lowering my legs, withdrew from me and a veritable deluge of amorous liquor fell to the floor.
I raised myself then and squeezed my lover in my arms, 'Ah, now happy I have been, I have spent as I have never spent before; and almost without a second's interruption.'
It was imperative for us to clear away all traces of our excesses; my thighs and stomach were literally covered with the sweet liquor. I had no bathroom but could not remain in such a condition so, taking my wash basin and telling Formatey to turn away, I made ablutions.
My lover, far from obeying me, did not refrain from devouring every single motion of mine and, as I finished, he took me in his arms and with my clothes thrown up, he smothered me with kisses and said: 'I want to poke you again!'
'Oh no, pray, you will make yourself ill.'
'Here, look it is again in full erection.'
The sight was all that was necessary to finish sending me mad. I flung myself on my knees, seized the beautiful rubicund head in my mouth and sucked it in delirium-when all at once I heard steps in the passage.
I sprang up and with one bound was at the door, looking through the keyhole, for if it were my husband, we were lost. Happily I was mistaken and I motioned to Formatey, that it was all right, but remained watching and, with my eye at the keyhole stood in such a position that my naked buttocks were thrust up in the air. In a second my lover was behind me and before I had time to protest-even if I were so minded-I was penetrated from behind afresh, stormed by this adorable instrument which did not seem to want to rest! Oh, how I urged him on by opening and closing my buttocks, by writhing and panting- but enough…
The time had passed like lightning, so I sent my lover away, hastily remade the bed and put on a walking costume. Scarcely had I finished when my husband came to fetch me. He found me flushed and animated; I told him that I had allowed myself to be overcome by the heat and I had been sleeping.
We went downstairs and I was saluted with joyous acclamation by the gentlemen, who paid me compliments on the freshness and good taste of my toilette. I stole a glance at Formatey and happily nothing in his appearance announced that anything extraordinary had happened to him. So we went outside.
The woods to which we went were deliciously fresh and beautiful and we soon reached a lodge where food had been prepared for us and the eating of it was the occasion of wild gaiety. They made me drink some champagne, of which I had a little need to make me feel exalted.
After lunch, we took a little stroll. My husband was chatting with Formatey while I walked along quietly by them, the two others having taken another road.
We soon arrived at a wild and awesome spot, filled with rocks and shaded by great trees. At this very moment one of the gentlemen far away from us called to my husband: 'Come quickly and look at this!'
Charles left us, running in the direction of his friends. Immediately he had disappeared from our sight, Formatey glued his mouth to mine.
'Dear angel,' he said, 'we must make the most of this opportunity.'
'Are you mad?'
'Oh, no, I simply love you to distraction, will you let me do it?'
'Mon Dieu, someone will surprise us and I shall be lost.'
'No, not if we hurry. Bend over.'
I did as I was told.
'Are you there?'
'There it is-it is going in.'
'Ah, do it quickly-I am all of a tremble.'
'There, darling-come! Come again!'
'Ah, it is done; now withdraw quickly.'
'Ah, Mon Dieu!'
My petticoats, which had been raised from behind, were scarcely lowered when we heard the party returning.
I went to meet them; they were coming to fetch us to observe a swarm of bees which were buzzing round the top of a tree.
We strolled back to the carriage and returned to the hotel. In the evening we had a dance in the drawing room of the establishment; then we bade one another adieu. The gentlemen left away early the next morning and my husband remained with me.
You can imagine what I was thinking when I returned home and spent the day in ordinary duties. On getting ready for bed, while I was busy arranging my head dress in front of the mirror my husband, enchanted by the day's outing, was gay and tender. I had put on a chemise which revealed the seductive charms of my buttocks from behind. I perceived that Charles was gazing at them and, as I watched him in the glass, I saw his eyes brighten.
'Well, well,' I said to myself, 'is it be possible that he is capable of doing me twice in the same day?'
Wishing to assure myself of it, I coquettishly took a pose which further exhibited what I knew to be one of my prime assets. Then, nonchalantly putting one foot on a chair, taking care that my chemise was lifted up more than was necessary. I took off my garter.
This manoeuvre succeeded. Charles, dressed only in his shirt, came to me, he kissed me on the neck, and put his hand between my buttocks.
'Stop!' I said to him, turning round and embracing him as I returned his kiss. 'What has got into you this evening?'
'My dear one, I find you very beautiful.'
'But am I not so, every day?'
'Yes, but this evening more than ever.'
'Well, what do you want? Let us see.' Saying this, I put my hand on his instrument, which stood up a little but was far from being in a fit state.
'You see that you cannot do anything.'
'Oh, but I pray you, caress it a little.'
'What is it then that excites it thus?” 'It's… that is…'
'What then?'
'The sight of your beautiful backsides.'
'Well then, you shalt not see them any more-' but, while saying this I, by a cat-like movement threw my clothes up in such a manner that the whole of my posteriors was revealed while the front of me was reflected in the mirror. At the same time my other hand had not let go of his tool. I soon had the satisfaction of feeling it harden. Wishing to profit by this situation, I made Charles sit down and seated myself astride him, but I speedily perceived that he had weakened and that the position I had taken would not be at all suitable to his tiny tool.
I raised myself, everything had to be done all over again. I was much too excited to attain my ends, so I recommenced the caress of my hand.
I put into it all my skill and by his aid I at last had the satisfaction of seeing it, his weapon once more in its handsomest state. Then, drawing a chair near the glass, I placed one foot on it and the other on the floor and introduced Charles from behind.
Charles, carried away and beyond himself, did me in such a fashion as to make me come three times. As for him he took a long time succeeded after an effort in discharging, thanks to the smart movements of my buttocks and the talent I had acquired of tightening my sheath on his wretched instrument.
Finally we retired and went to sleep, both much fatigued.
Thus on this eventful day I had been caressed six times! And as for myself-I do not exaggerate in saying that I had come more than twenty times. But such was the heat of my temperament and its aptitude for amorous combats, that I got up the next morning as fresh as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
I returned home… and resumed my affair with my dear Formatey.
My husband rarely absented himself for more than a day at a time and so our pleasures were of no great duration simply brief instants snatched during the day. However, on occasion some indispensable journeys took place and we made the most of them.
One night, happy in the knowledge that we had several hours of security, we decided to completely profit by our good fortune; my lover proposed that we undress ourselves and use my bed. I accepted with enthusiasm and soon he was lying on his back wearing nothing but his shirt, while I was unlacing myself.
I joined him, having nothing on but my chemise and stockings. He seized me in his arms and we embraced each other furiously. It was but a moment before my lover became jealous of the flimsy material that still covered me, and he drew off my remaining clothes in spite of the slight resistance that I made.
At first he contemplated my naked charms then he covered every inch of my body with burning kisses-I was delirious! I was mad!
I wished in my turn to render him the happiness which I had experienced, so I kissed with ardour every part of his beautiful, manly body. At a certain spot-a cherished jewel which stuck itself up in so fiery a manner I could have eaten it-I stopped and kissed and sucked.
In this posture my buttocks were almost turned to my lover's side. I felt him take hold of my left thigh and seek to make it pass beneath him.
'What do you want to do?' I asked, turning my head a little in order to see what he was at.
'Straddle.'
'But what do you want to do?'
'You will soon know. There, like that!' and I found myself astride his chest, my head still in the same place.
'No,' said he, 'lower yourself and push your beautiful backside a little forward; there-now place your pretty little vulva on my mouth.'
'I am there.'
'Let us both do minette; you will warn me so that we will come together.'
Although puzzled at this new fashion of getting pleasure, I lent myself to it with good grace. Speedily I felt his delicious tongue wandering in my pussy. I became wild-I took the instrument that I had left for a moment. I put its entire head into my mouth and pumped with frenzy!
An electric current seemed to shoot through my body; each blow of Formatey's tongue was returning to him by my suction. What pleasure!
I had already come three times when I felt the fourth spend arriving with my lover also approaching the supreme pleasure, palpitating and quivering, so I said: 'I am there-I am coming!'
What happened I do not know, I swooned and nearly lost my senses under a burning jet of amorous liquid.
The adorable lessons my lover had taught me, rendered me very skilful. I thought I had nothing to learn, but I deceived myself for there remained one more a supreme lesson.
I have often stated that my buttocks or rather my backside was of rare beauty; the furrow which divided the oval had already received thousands of kisses from my lover, whose greatest pleasure was in placing me in such a position that he could thoroughly enjoy this spectacle.
He would partly then open the lips of my pussy, caressing and kissing it, feasting it in every manner-and sometimes his finger would mount a little higher and I felt a strange titillation at the secret spot placed just above.
Sometimes, when sworded up to the hilt and swooning under the celestial dew which he was darting into me, I had felt his finger penetrate very far into this narrow passage.
This singular caress had always given me a peculiar, voluptuous feeling and I had not sought to analyse it.
On one of the rare evenings when we were able to sleep together after having caressed one another for a long time, my lover drew off my chemise and lovingly observed my naked form.
Knowing my passion for the unusual, he was always trying some new way and when I presented my bottom to him, opening myself to the utmost, expecting him to put it in as usual, Formatey contented himself with caressing me with the head of his priapus.
'Put it into me, then, you are making me die with a slow fire.'
'Wait a little yet.'
'Ah, what is it that you are doing to me? You are doing it wrong, it doesn't go in there!'
In fact I felt his point seeking to enter into this singular orifice of which I have just spoken.
'Let me do it so, my beloved one, I pray you; there should not remain a single spot in your beautiful body in which I have not deposited an offering.'
'But this it not possible, it will never enter.'
'Oh, yes, it shall enter entirely, if you will allow me to do it.'
'But you will kill me, I shall suffer so-I shall cry out-I shall not enjoy it.'
'Oh yes, you will and afterwards you shall say yourself that it was very good. I will even wager that you will ask me to do it again more than once.'
'No, it is impossible, put it in lower down, where you can do as you will.'
'But I beg you-it is the greatest proof of love that a woman can give. I implore you.'
'Ah, Mon Dieu, I cannot refuse you-come do it, but it is very singular.'
So I said nothing more and, remaining passive, presented my posterior in the best manner that I could. My lover went to my dressing table and lubricated himself with a cosmetic, then resuming his place he presented himself afresh at the entrance.
His first attempt did not succeed and instead of having the promised pleasure I felt only pains but I loved him so much that I would have suffered more. And apart from this, curiosity and the desire for the unknown sustained me.
My lover arrested his movement for a little and, passing his hand around in front of me, he started touching me.
The pleasure thus kindled demanded a second trial but my lover's position, bent over me, made it difficult for him to continue this caress, so he took my hand and put it where his had been. I comprehended and titillated myself.
I felt his terrible weapon afresh but the pleasure I was obtaining for myself neutralized the pain which my poor backside still felt. At last I felt as if a ring was dilating within me and, with another blow, the entire cylinder was sheathed entirely. I redoubled my movements and an immense, double-bitter-enjoyment invaded me. I nearly lost consciousness and fell forward, stretched in a spasm impossible to describe.
My lover happily was not unhorsed, he followed my movements and found himself stretched at full length upon me. He still gave several blows and filled his singular lodging place with a warm ejaculation thrust home with heavy sighs, witnesses of his vivid enjoyment.
We remained for a time in this position without speaking. I felt a certain shame that I could not explain and almost regretted that I had enjoyed it so much. On the other hand, I could not prevent myself from being enchanted with this new style of pleasure. Formatey kissed me and whispered:
'Eh, well, what do you say?'
'I don't know what to say.'
'Have you come?'
'Eh… yes…'
'Are you vexed at having yielded to my caprice? If I ask it again of you, will you…'
'Why yes, I believe that-well, yes, but not too often. It is too much!'
During this conversation we had remained with my lover's pin thrust into my dainty hole, I felt it become small, he tried to withdraw it but I tightened my buttocks to such a point that I held him willy nilly to his post.
'You wished to go in-now you will stay in.'
I had counted on his virility and whilst waiting for his revival, I excited him, using all the words he had taught me.
'What does you call this manner of fuck… poking?' I asked him, 'you know my poor cunt has received nothing?'
'Ah,' he interrupted, 'I feel my cock coming to life again shall I again feast on your backside?'
'Yes, dearest, I feel I have a taste for it-and I still want semen.'
And with this smuttiness, I clenched my buttocks gradually so as to give him liberty of action. I commenced to feel afresh the forerunners of the double enjoyment which I had already experienced but my lover did not seem to be ready, he seemed to me to be feeble, so we replaced ourselves in our former position, and I said:
'Now, my darling, don't you move just let me do everything.'
So I began to move my arse backward and forward, while my lover, on his knees, was motionless, passionately contemplating this libidinous spectacle. He saw, so he told me afterwards, his arrow as if in a sheath, appear and then disappear completely in its quiver.
After some moments of this delicious manoeuvre, my lover regained his strength and I felt the growing thickness of his member and inarticulate words came from his mouth. I warned him that I was once more ready to come and at the same moment a fresh jet of semen erupted and made us both nearly swoon with joy.
My well beloved Formatey had been in the right-I did take pleasure in it! How many times since, while bending over me, has he said: 'Watch out here it comes!'