Pierre Louys - The She-Devils

“After a month of that life, mother started to take on customers with her ass too. She even learned to suck pretty well, and she finally charged Francine to undertake my training. I was just turning eight years old; it was time for me to take on a few pricks with my rear. Mother had first done it when she was eight, I too, of course, Charlotte also, and Lili six months earlier. The sooner you get started the sooner you get used to it.

“Francine taught me everything. In six weeks she did everything in front of me that you can think of with two friends of hers that used to come specially in the evenings just to help her teach me. I saw Francine get fucked and corn-holed in the forty positions, and suck and eat pussy and lick asses and everything, I tell you! The first time I ever saw someone shit in a woman's mouth it was Francine that ate it. I was eight years old then. And all during my six weeks of training, any time anyone in that room came it was I that drank it. Francine even fished it out of the water in the bidet to put it on my tongue. And whenever my mother ate her out she took a spoon and collected the come from her pussy and gave it to me, the bitch.

“The day when I was eight, one twenty-fifth of April, at six o'clock, a man came and gave me a package that had in it a doll that said papa-mama and some red candy to suck. Then he stuck his prick into my behind after smearing it with more vaseline than you would have needed to cornhole a mouse… Mother cried, Francine was as pale as the laundry, and they were both afraid that he'd kill me and that they would get a couple years in prison… But he took the cherry from my rear so gently that a few minutes afterwards I didn't know which I was the happiest with, my doll, my candy, or the prick in my rear.”

Teresa uttered these last words with all the spirit of a child! She had straightened up and was resting on her two hands, her back arched, her breasts tightened, laughing fit to burst.

“I feel like eating you,” she said at last, without the least transition. “What's with you tonight, getting hard-ons like that?”

“You lie on me and you have to ask?”

“Tell me what it is that gives you a hard-on. My skin? My hair? My teats? My ass? My mouth? What?”

“Your skin.”

“But that thing gets just as hard in my month. You'll be sure to give me your come in my mouth, won't you? About twenty-six hours ago I promised you that I'd suck you and you haven't even made me keep my promise.”

“Ah! You think it's easy to choose when I sleep with you!”

“The thing is that I'm not as much a whore as you think. Go ahead! Go to a whorehouse. Get your negress on her back with all fours in the air and choose your hole. She'll tell you to go fuck yourself, your negress. But I, as long as I feel like coming, I'll know how I want it.”

“And now?”

“Well… I'll suck you later.”

“Cow that you are! I didn't ask you… You asked me, and now…”

I didn't have time to finish what I was saying. Teresa had just made me enter h r body according to her taste, and in a voice trembling and warm she said, “You'll have it, my mouth, you'll have it soon enough. I want to suck your prick, lap it, have my mouth full of your come, but there are some things that you can't do until I tell you. When I say, 'Piss your come into my mouth!' you'll do it. Ah! You don't think that I get as excited as Charlotte, but I do when you've got your dick in my ass! You thought she was crazy because she asked you to… But I'm not crazy am I? I'm hot but I know what I'm saying. Listen: I too want you to…”

“Shut up with that stuff!”

I want it too. I swear to you on my mother's grave that you can do it to me. I know that you never do it, but I don't want it to disgust you. Oh! I'm going to come. I'm fingering myself, you're cornholing me, I'll tell you everything… I just started to do it again with Charlotte.”

Started to do what again? I dared not try to understand. She continued, getting more and more excited with every word.

“An hour ago, just after you finished corn-holing me, I went back into my place, found Charlotte with her sisters, look her into another room and said, 'Do you want his come? I've got some in my ass.”

“Shut up! Don't tell me!”

“Screw you! I'll say it anyway. I stuck my ass on her face and shit your come into her mouth and she drank it all! It's the same asshole that's got your prick now. There's muscle there, can you feel it? It's the same one where your Charlotte stuck her tongue trying to find the last drop of come that…”

“Teresa! If you don't shut up I'll strangle you! I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you, but you're saying things that will make you as disgusting to me as you are beautiful!”

“You're getting harder,” she said.

“And I'm ashamed of it! I could get harder yet with the negress in the whorehouse you just mentioned and I wouldn't be half as horrified at her as I am at you.”

At this she remained motionless and trembling on me, for she was on top of me and the suppleness of her body enabled her to take me wherever she wanted to.

And then, holding up at the same time her coming as well as mine, she said triumphantly, “At last! You've finally realized that I'm not your whore!”

“You're worse!”

“Worse! You said it! I'm worse, but I'm something else. A whore is someone who submits to I he vices of men, but I give them mine. I teach them new ones, give them the tastes I have.”

“You'll never, never get me to like that!”

“Ha! Ha! But look what you're doing! You never wanted to do anything but fuck and look at you! You've cornholed me four times because I wanted it. Does that make me your whore? Tell me! Am I your whore?'“

“If you say another word…”

“Listen to me!” she said viciously. “Revile me! Spit on me! Do anything you want, but I defy you to lose your hard-on!”

She held me with all her strength, menacing with her teeth what she couldn't with her hands, and I was still in her, still held the same there as I was by her two hands.

I should have been able to… But how difficult it is to explain to others a scene so passionate as that, a scene they've never lived themselves! Men know everything else and yet don't even know the first thing about the science of love. I therefore split my readers into two groups: the ones who will have already criticized me for having beaten Teresa a dozen times on the shoulder…

I struck a woman! Fie! Those persons nave never really been loved who don't know how much pleasure a woman in love can find in being struck by her man, the pleasure they take in suffering from the same hand that caresses them, from the same arms that hold them. On the other hand, my other group of readers have not yet understood why, if I had already beaten this woman, I hesitated to throw her this time out of my bed. It's that… that it would have really done her some harm.

No, but don't you understand that a dozen blows to the shoulder actually give more pleasure than pain? But that if, when struggling with a loved one, you catch her in a position where you would be forced to take her by the skin of her flanks or the flesh of her breasts, the man who would have beaten her before would no longer attempt it?

Even so, however, I felt like killing that woman lying on my sex. And naturally that doesn't mean that I ever ceased to find her beautiful.

She shouted, but so close to my mouth that our lips almost touched. “So, I'm the only one that doesn't have the right to any vices? You know, when I was eight years old I lost my cherry in my behind and everywhere else, and for twenty-eight years I have been passing my days and nights satisfying the vices of others. And now you want me to act like a Christian wife who screws every Saturday night in her dirty slip and prays to St. Joseph to give her a son and only washes her ass every eight days for fear that her come will drip away?