Guy de Maupassant - The Colonel's Nieces

“Well, my dear sister,” Florentine asked Julia after breakfast, “what happened last night? Why did I have to 'go so quickly to Paris?”

“Because I had quite an unexpected adventure.” Julia was radiant. She told her sister in detail what had happened, and she also mentioned that she had promised to visit Michael in his studio.

“You better be very careful, dear. This Mister Michael has seen you without a mask, and undoubtedly he would recognize you instantly!”

“Oh, I don't think that he moves around in our circles. I don't for one instant deny that you are right, but somehow I feel compelled to see this adventure through to the very end. This Michael Lompret is original and natural and I am irresistibly drawn to him. His language is different, his ideas are new and fresh, and love to him is natural and uncomplicated. I am not in love with him, not yet. But my thoughts have been constantly with him. In fact, I have not thought about anything or anybody else.”

“Aha! You are that far gone already!” Madame Vaudrez smilingly wagged her finger.

“Oh, no! Don't be silly,” Julia answered, somewhat irritated. And, changing the subject quickly, “What have you and Maxim been doing?”

“Darling, I have discovered a whole new world. I have lived on an island of indescribable happiness!”

“Oh? Could you be a little bit more specific, please? What did you do on that island?”

“Oh, well, actually nothing in particular. I mean, we did not do anything that you had not already taught me, but it was more refined and — I don't know precisely how to say this-it got me infinitely more excited. The moustache and his squirting, it all made a big difference. You see when a man knows how to make love in the same way women can love one another, there are certain advantages.”

“In other words, I have been dethroned?”

“Oh, no… darling! How could you say that!”

“Sister dear, as far as my personal preferences go, I will never beg you for the pleasure. I am not so fond of these refinements as you are. I simply don't have the time to slowly enjoy these voluptuous pleasures. My blood boils too quickly when I am being caressed by an expert. And then I want to feel it deep inside me. That eternal knocking and slurping at the front door would drive me insane, because it gives me no deep ecstasy. One of these days, dear Florentine, I want to meet a man who is fully compatible in body and soul. And when that day arrives, I'll be the happiest woman in the world.

“And for that you would really drop your mask?”

“I really don't know what I would do. But it seems to me that your mask is an obstacle to ultimate pleasures in lovemaking.”

“It was in the way just a little bit.”

“You better watch out, sister dear.”

“You don't have to worry, Mrs. Careful. But what about your Michelangelo? Don't you think you should have him checked out by Dorothy?”

“Oh, no,” Julia said. “I don't want anybody to meddle in this romance. It would destroy the freshness, the naturalness of our affair. I want to find out if I can find happiness with this man!”

Her dark eyes sparkled, and Florentine, who knew the danger signs of her sister's outbursts, began to laugh.

“Come, come, Julia,” she reprimanded, “don't get so upset. I'll take Cherub into the park and play with him for awhile. Why don't you lie down and quiet your nerves. Then we can talk all afternoon.”

But Julia was not in the mood for any talking. She wanted to be in the arms of Michael Lompret. She was also disappointed to hear that her sister continued her lesbian practices, even though it was with a man. She wished that she had never introduced her sister to muffdiving and cocksucking. She therefore said, “No dear, I have a lot to do tomorrow. I think it is better for me to return to Paris.”

* * *

Julia was not the only one that day who was walking around slightly frustrated, and looking for a way to remove the emptiness that clutched at her heart. Maxim de Berny had lived through one of the most voluptuous nights he had ever spent in his entire young officer's life. But nevertheless, something was lacking. He adored his unknown Lady Evergreen, and he had no intention of giving her up. He definitely would show up whenever the sphinx summoned him. But he deemed it only proper to find another outlet for his desires to compensate for those things which his secretive paramour might deny him forever.

He walked down the district where the courtesans lived, looking for a pick-up who might restore his feeling of manliness. “Yes,” he thought, “that's it. I am the man! Not a partner in a silly lesbian affair! I admit that it was delicious, but even Lady Evergreen is not going to emasculate me. One of these days I shall teach her what a good fuck really is.” His pace quickened as he walked through the district.

The girl was young and fair. If it had not been her profession, she would have gladly taken this young, blond officer into her home for free. Now all she could do to show her appreciation to him for having selected her, was to take off her clothes as quickly as possible. She wished she did not have to remember the feel of her quim from her previous customer, but there was nothing a girl could do about the way she chose to make an honest living.

Maxim was kissing her neck, sucking up the young, tender flesh. His hands were roving down her spine, stroking her buttocks, caressing her shoulders, reaching under the buttocks, cupping them and pulling them up and in toward him. This was a man she'd always dreamed about. She tensed her thighs, sighed a deep sigh of passion and gave herself to their union.

Maxim's fingers seemed to burn as they coursed gently over her flesh. He kept imagining that he was doing these things to Lady Evergreen, and his passion became even greater. His gentle fingers tasted her softness and roundness, the glossy texture of her smooth skin, her warm and responsive trembling. Her body rubbed and squirmed against his and he dug his fingers deep into her, grabbing the flesh in a handful until she squealed.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed. He stood over her, reaching down, catching her breasts. He eased them up toward him, elongating them with his hands. He knelt beside her and bending over, kissed her fiercely, invading her mouth with his insisting tongue. He pulled his mouth suckingly from hers, catching a small, pink nipple between his teeth. He sucked at her breasts, drawing as much of the solid flesh in his mouth as he could. Her nipples hardened and she gasped loudly. She took his hand and put it on the furry triangle that covered her slit.

Still kneeling, he moved down the bed and raised her thighs, spreading them wide. Her pale blue eyes watched him with a deep look of concentrated passion. Could this be how the eyes of Lady Evergreen would look if it weren't for that damned mask?

“Kiss me.” she begged.

He looked down where the pink flesh of her cunt was open and then he slithered down putting his lips to it. Yes, he had had a good taskmaster! She gave a surprised little shriek as she felt his sucking pressure. He began to suck the moist, rain-tasting flesh. He poked his tongue as high as it would go, moving around the walls of her sheath. He licked the insides of her hot thighs, then found and seized in his lips the hardening clitoris.

The girl had flung her thighs wide and was wriggling and shrieking with tiny, helpless explosions every second. Her fists clenched and unclenched beside her head on the bed. Her face was drawn in harrowed passion, swinging from side to side with jerky, involuntary movements. Maxim buried his face deep between her thighs, cupping his hands under her taut buttocks, levering them up. “Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!!'