Madame Couer-Brulant - The Cousins,volume II

“I fondled her marvelous breasts at great length and then, almost savagely, I grabbed them, pinched them, digging my fingers deeply into their milk whiteness.

“She uttered deep little moans. Then she slid one nipple between my fingers, and I began to rub it. In an uncontrollable movement, she seized my head, pressing it against her belly. I ran my tongue over it, lingering around her navel, drawing deep moans from Pomegranate.

“I tried to engulf an entire breast in my mouth, and she asked me to suck her lower. I gladly obeyed, and I licked her nudity tirelessly. My ministrations were driving her mad, and she begged me to suck her still lower. Obviously, I could not resist such a charming request, and my caresses were making her almost go out of her mind. I had never seen such passion, and the aphrodisiac was incredible. I have always been able to retain my composure while dallying with a lady, but now it became quite impossible for me to retain my dignity.

“When she arched her back, offering me her secret love spot, my desire had become so great that I leaned forward, running my tongue around her little hole and rosy lips. We were both terribly excited.

“I licked the border of her hole, advancing a little, but just when my tongue was slipping into the opening, I withdrew and went back to her navel and belly. I could see that my little game was bringing her to the breaking point. And frankly, I was no longer able to hold myself back, though I had planned to spend the entire night making love to this incredibly beautiful, mysterious creature.

“We were both writhing with lust. I parted her beautiful white thighs, revealing a pink flower of incredible delicacy, encircled by raven-black pubic hairs. I kneeled on my knees between them.

“My manhood was incredibly stiff and had never been so large before. She leaned forward and brought the tip of my member up to her slit. She let out a cry of delight.

“By now I had lost all reason. I seized my throbbing prick and placed it in her cunny. She sighed with ecstasy, grabbed my hands as if to thank me for what I had done. I lowered myself completely. She pressed herself firmly against me, and our hot, steaming bodies began to tremble. We were covered with sweat, and my panting chest was pressed against her throbbing bosom. My fingers caressed her thighs, her glorious buttocks, and even the little hole nestled between their crack. It sent shivers up and down her spine.

“I cannot go into any more details, because I would be unable to get up from this chair, my friends. But let me tell you, that in our passion, our tongues tried to swallow one another, and our hands mutually explored every tiny crevice of our bodies.

“I introduced my member gently, slowly shoving it inward, till I had reached her up to the hilt. She moaned with joy as she felt my rod slipping into her. I began to move slowly, penetrating her as deeply as I could. But, suddenly, I was no longer in control of myself. I threw my head back, and almost screamed.

“'At last, my dear love, my Pomegranate… it's marvelous! We are fucking, it's marvelous!'

“She was moving wildly under me, without restraint. I felt an extraordinary exaltation rising within me. Then a wave of great passion submerged me, and I could feel that her entire body began to spasm, and we both tasted supreme ecstasy at the same moment. We let out a cry of great pleasure.

“It was a passion as I have never felt before. Never have I held such a young, glowing and beautiful female in my arms who had absolutely no reins on her unbridled lust.

“'Will I ever meet you again?' I whispered.

“'Possibly, my sweetheart, Raoul,' she murmured sleepily.

“Who is Pomegranate Flower? I am afraid that I will never find out. One thing is for sure, she is a woman, completely without any prejudices. And not only does she know how to be taken, but she also knows how to give. My friends, I left this mysterious home with my head in seventh heaven. I was totally exhausted. One thing is sure, I would be the most unhappy man on earth if I were never to see her again.”

“What?” the little gathering that had been absorbed by Raoul de Paliseul's story exclaimed. “What do you mean, 'never to see her again!' Do you believe that this mysterious Pomegranate Flower wanted only one passionate night of love? Would she be capable of denying herself any subsequent ones?”

“I don't know. I honestly have no idea. When I said good-bye to her, I obviously asked when we would meet again. And she answered with a mysterious smile, 'When the sphinx writes you again.' And I am still waiting for that letter.”

“Well, my dear Raoul, one or two nights of decent rest won't do you any harm. Those deep rings around your eyes are positively indecent, especially now that we know for sure how you got them. You have simply made too much love.”

During the entire story, Maxim de Berny had not said a single word. From time to time the officer would look in his friend's direction with a mysterious smile on his face. When Raoul had finished his story, the officer walked over to the young Count, offered him his hand, saying,

“My compliments, Raoul, for your gift of storytelling. It is swinging, full of elegantly turned phrases, a melodious voice and an absolutely thrilling imagination. But please, my dear friend, don't try to swindle us, and that's what you were trying to do. And, what's even worse… you are an ostentatious, swaggering braggart.”

“Well, goddammit, man… that is strong language, and I demand satisfaction.”

“It is true, I am not exaggerating. Because I, too, know the mysterious woman. I know all about the golden sphinx, the large estate with flowers and lanterns. And, since I was there myself, I know for sure that you cannot have spent the night there!”

“That remark surpasses all bounds of good taste!”

“As you wish. But it is nevertheless true, and I can prove it.”

The small circle of people held their breath. It was a very long time since a similar sensation had shaken the club.

“Proof? I beg of you… what proof?” Raoul exclaimed, slightly nervous and worried.

“Now, now, let's not lose our heads!” De Melreuse, as usual, tried to calm everyone down. “Let's go over some of the details of the story once more. What day were you there, Raoul?”

“On the sixth.”

“And you, Maxim?”

“On the sixth.”

“And you both had supper and tea?”

“Of course!” the gentlemen answered simultaneously.

“All right, it's Maxim's turn.”

“As far as I am concerned, the entire story Raoul has given was true up to a certain point. He was right about the exotically perfumed letter, sealed with a golden sphinx, the Negro coachman and the black chambermaid, and also about the perfumed calling card which I hereby show as proof.”

“And here,” Raoul said feverishly, “is mine!”

“So, gentlemen, be happy! Both of you were nominated, and both of you were selected!” It was de Melreuse again, who tried his best to avoid a bloody fight.

“It couldn't have been at the same hour…” someone interjected.

Maxim spoke up again. “Raoul gives very enticing details. However, there is one thing wrong with them. They are positively untrue! The name of the ravishing and mysterious lady was not Pomegranate Flower, but Evergreen. And she has never been near the scorching sun of the Iberian Peninsula, either! On the contrary, she is a divine creature of a far Northern country. She represents the most enchanting moonlit night. In other words, she is the most ravishing blonde one can possibly imagine. And after I had unraveled her out of Lord knows how many yards of finest linen, I beheld an Eve who had just descended from the snow capped tops of the mountain. A totally innocent woman, who was only curious. The surprise, expressed by her virginal innocence could not possibly have been faked by any courtesan. There was nothing fiery and passionate about her, but she was very cuddly and as innocently playful as a young kitten. As a matter of fact, she is so much woman that it was almost sacrilege to be a man next to this enchanting creature.”