At the fifteenth line I wag just dropping off to sleep when the doorbell gave a tiny metallic tinkle.
“Who's there?”
A small voice, weak but distinct through the wood, answered, “The child of a whore.”
I hadn't felt like laughing, but that manner of announcing oneself slid easily into my list of short phrases which stand out like peaks in the monotony of existence. I opened the door. A droll little girl, cute, cunning, frank, and delicate, arms swinging, nose in air, strolled in.
“It's me, Lili,” she said.
“I don't doubt it,” I replied, laughing. “And Lili is very nice.”
“You're nice too. I feel like staying.”
I wonder why I've never acquired the vice of wanting little girls. They're spiteful among themselves, but so tender with us, and I must say I was flattered by this perky specimen. With a woman, every word of love is veiled by the mist of uncertainty with which our prudence screens out credulity. A little girl makes you believe. I kissed Lili on the left ear.
She wrapped one tiny arm around my neck and whispered very quickly in my ear, as if trying to excuse herself, “I'm ten years old and I don't have any hair. Is that all right?”
“You won't tell your mother?”
“No… But wait. Look. I don't have any pants on. Mama took them off me so I wouldn't stain them with come.”
“But that's very pretty! You're very good down there!”
“Should I take off my dress? Or should I just pull up my skirts?”
“Oh, but that's immoral! The only way I like to take little girls is completely nude.”
“That,” said she with a charming frankness, “is the only thing about me that's pretty. That and my little ass. Everything else is ugly!”
“I'm sure that the rest is very pretty.”
“You'll see. But you've just been in bed with my mother. When you see my thin little body I'll have to work for a quarter of an hour to give you another hard-on.”
“Oh no you won't. I'll bet you a sack of candy.”
“And what do I give you if I lose?”
“A discretion.”
“Done,” cried she. “I don't give a damn about that. I know how to do everything you can think of.”
It took Lili twenty seconds and six movements to shed her clothes-her dress, her slip, her socks, and her slippers… And when she had done it there seemed to be nothing left of little Miss Lili, so slight was her figure.
Her arms and legs were as thin as broomsticks and her hair hung down in black folds to her waist. Her body itself was thin, delicate, with a great mound and a sex already dripping and flowing. If it is true that a well-ordered menu ought to bring together the most dissimilar possible dishes, then the serving of Lili after Teresa would have been the work of a master.
Lili's first movement gave me a good impression of her. Instead of throwing her arms around my neck, she immediately began searching between my legs with her tiny hands. Do I need to tell you the delight I found in this simple innocence?
The poor child had announced herself earlier at the door (like others of her age call themselves Children of Mary) as the daughter of a whore. A kid who calls himself that isn't like the others; it takes guts to come out with it like that. And this whore's baby, as nude as the day she was born, came to me like an artless young girl, the type that lowers her eyes and tries to find out what it is that boys have and girls haven't. Little prostitutes often have a strange and unalterable candor.
As I felt myself still under the effects of my recent refreshing reading, I took Lili in my arms and we began to chat and exchange the sort of caress that is called breach of modesty committed without violence.
“Lili, you're a very pretty kid,” I said.
“That's not true. When I finger myself in front of the mirror I can't even excite myself.”
These words sent me off into gales of laughter.
Lili's face remained sober and, since it is easy to seduce children, she affirmed to me with a solemn little air, but without either preamble or reason, “I like you very much.”
“Oh, my little Lili, you've only got two ideas in your pretty head.”
“Why two? But yes, it's true. I've two. How did you know? Your finger tell you?”
“Exactly. The ideas that young girls have in their heads…”
“Come from their cunts?” said Lili.
It is difficult for me to hide, at this point, where the finger was resting that was sending me so much information.
“You certainly know a lot, my pretty,” I replied. “Wise before your time. But I'll bet you don't know why you have two ideas. It's because when you love someone you want with all your heart to give him a great pleasure and at the same time to procure one from him.”
For that she had to reflect a moment, the time it takes for a school girl to understand a maxim. Then she smiled and buried her face under mine before replying, “You don't think my little sou-sized pussy is too small for you? Do you still want to fuck me?”
“You get nicer and nicer, Lili. The first thing you think of is my pleasure instead of your own.”
“Yes,” she stammered, a little confused.
“And for you. What would you like the best?”
“To suck you.”
She'd said it. And she followed by throwing her arms around my neck and repeating it ten times, in a sing-song, wheedling tone, like a child asking for candy at the circus.
“I want to suck your prick, your cock, your pole, your rod, your dick. I want to make your peter hard in my mouth and then make it shoot. I want to nurse myself on your penis, your log, your bone, your dong.”
“What? Still nursing at your age?”
“Yes, but not for milk, only for come.”
“Is it good?”
“It is when you like it.”
“Then how much do you want, my little lady? A sou's worth? Two sous? Three sous?”
“All you've got in the shop! And I'll pay you in advance, sir, with my holes.”
“What?”
“It's a joke.”
“No. I'll give you credit, little miss. You can owe me. Sit down at the table.”
But Lili still had a few things to say to me. With her arms still around my neck, she sighed:
“The only thing is… Listen. I had to promise mama not to make you come more than once. I have to leave some for Charlotte tonight. So we'll have to do everything the first time.”
“Just once?”
“Yes. I'm the smallest in our family, but I always do the most. The only thing I can't do is let you make love between my teats because I don't have any. So will you fuck me, then cornhole me, and then stick it in my mouth? I'll tell you why afterwards.”
And quickly, vivaciously, turning her head, she cried, “Oh, look! It's getting hard without me even touching it! I've lost my sack of candy!”
“You'll get it just the same.”
“Really? And for the discretion I have to give you. What do you want?”
“You to give me your mouth and your two holes. What else can I ask?”
“My tongue!” she cried gayly.
And she was quick to pay her debt… How can I tell you the way in which she offered me her tiny tongue? I stopped her too late.
“Lili! What did you do?”
“A tongue in the rear!” she said joyously. “That ought to merit a cock in the front.”
She threw herself onto her back, her feet in the air, her sex spread. She rinsed it in enough saliva to violate a cat and I soon saw that I had been very naive indeed not to have known how to take her, for most young girls are easier to take than a good many women I know. I entered without much difficulty…
“That's all,” she said smiling. “When you get just the end of it in you've taken up all the room. There's no more… It's hardly worth the trouble.”
“Nonsense!”
“No. I'm only good from one side, and it isn't this one.”
“For what you've just said, I ought to give you a child.”
She laughed, but quickly added. “Will you give it to me in the month?”
Since my temperament is about equally foreign to the spirits of sadism and Presbyterian morality, the two that seem to share the greater part of society about equally, what I am going to say is only the expression of a personal feeling and will probably offend everyone: I took as much pleasure in screwing Lili, who wished it with all her heart, as I would have felt displeasure and guilt in taking a young girl against her will. I might add that I have never yet been guilty of rape.
She played at fucking like most other little girls play at dolls, taking a certain instinctive satisfaction from it. And even though she had long done this, even though it was certainly no new thing for her, she was very proud to be able to tempt a man, to be able to do all at her age that her mother could do… But after a minute or so she said softly to me, “Change holes. You'll he able to go further.”
Quickly she jumped from the bed, ran to the toilet, lathered up some soap in order to open the passage and, returning to me, squatted down on top of my rod, her eyes always on mine. A couple of seconds prodding and squirming was all that she needed, and 'she entirely swallowed from the rear the pole she had barely been able to insert the head of from the front. And she took it all, right to the root! With her little buttocks on my testicles, she drew up her knees, and spread her thighs, so that she was squatting there like a little devil on a Saint Anthony. Then she spread the lips of her smooth red sex and began to beat herself off with her finger like a little girl in the privacy of a toilet.
I took her into my arms, but she was so small that even by lowering my head I could only reach her hair.
“You know, I'm really happy! When I think that you just slept with mama and that you can get a hard-on for me all by yourself… Even when my mother is go beautiful and I'm so ugly. I never get a chance to go with young men. Mother takes them all. I have to take the old ones. And you can drive it so far into my ass! So far! All the way to my heart!”
I don't think I have ever heard more tender or nicer words than those. But again, very few will understand my feeling. The moralist will blame me for having victimized a young girl in an act of sodomy, and the madmen will not be able to understand taking pleasure in a child without striking or whipping her so that she's crying and screaming like a pig having its throat cut.
Lili was motionless for a few moments and then turned softly on the pivot in her behind and laid on me on her back, her head down by my feet. And when I put one hand between her legs, her face took on an expression as if she were praying silently, until I suddenly took the initiative and said, “Your mouth now.”
“Ah!” she cried.
And then, as soon as I had said that… But should I tell this too? I really feel quite embarrassed, but I swore to tell everything, just as I lived it…
Lili withdrew the member from her behind, the game that had been working it for fifteen minutes, and put it in her mouth exactly as it was.
“Oh, you dirty little devil!” I cried, pulling it out.
“It's too late. I did it already.”
“How can you…”
“I like it like that.”
The sentence, “I like it like that,” didn't admit to a reply, and Lili took my penis again, pretending to want to bite it rather than have to give it up, and began to suck it, greedily, hungrily, in an orgy of delight.
Knowing well the reproaches and compliments that had been hers on other beds before, she had warned me that this last exercise was not what she did the best. However, I was becoming a little tired from the long state of excitement she had held me in and, holding the great opening of “her little ass, which she had turned over to my care with my right hand, I warned her to be ready.
If the comparison is not irreverent, I would like to say that a little girl who likes to suck men is like a child on her knees in front of the holy altar at her first communion. She seems to be awaiting some sacred nourishment 'from the bosom of an incomprehensible mystery, something the Cod of Love is going to give her.
But Lili had so touching an expression on her face that, it would have been cruel to have laughed. She raised her eyes to the heavens and stretched her tiny mouth as well as she could over the cock that seemed so enormous and out of proportion by comparison. And when she felt me suddenly ejaculate, she breathed little clucks and gurgles through her nose. I don't know why, that struck me as irresistibly comic. I finally had to hide my eyes behind my hand.
The whole thing lasted no more than a second. Lili wasn't one of those little girls who throw up everything they take in and leave more regret than remorse in the men who have perverted them.
She sucked badly, but she swallowed well.