Pierre Louys - The She-Devils

Scarcely touched by the blast, the little angel removed her gown and said to her mother, “Do I have to undo my braid?”

“No. Come over here to me and tell us what you did with him yesterday.”

“I had his prick in me everywhere, mama. From the front, from behind, and in the mouth.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, I only have three holes. It's too bad that you didn't give me fourteen.”

“Listen to her… And what else do you know how to do?”

“Anything you want.”

“Tell us what.”

Lili hesitated, sighed, then after glancing towards me, replied with all the discouragement of a young girl who has given up trying to bring her mother up properly.

“A lot of things that he doesn't like, mama. I saw that right away.”

“Oh? You saw that?'

“Yes. He's not the kind that likes to piss on little girls and make them do all kinds of stupid things. He doesn't like anything that's dirty and he likes everything that's good… And he isn't vicious either. He isn't the sort to use a whip. But I know something that he won't say no to.”

She whispered excitedly into her mother's ear.

“Repeat it out loud,” said Teresa. “Don't be afraid. Say it just like you said it to me.”

Lili lowered her eyes and spoke in such a reluctant and embarrassed manner that she sighed deeply between each word.

“When he… When he… cornholes you… mama… Ill put… I'll put my hand into your pussy and… and I'll…' I'll..”

“Little imbecile!” cried Teresa. “You'll take his prick through the skin of my cunt and beat him off into my ass. What are you making so much out of so little for? And if I suck him?”

'Til lick his balls and his ass.”

“And if we fuck?”

“That would bowl me over!” said Lili seriously.

Teresa bunt out laughing and howled until her loins and her stomach shook.

Up to that point, Lili had been a victim of stage-fright. So free with either myself or her mother, she let herself be intimidated by the sight of both of us 'together. For her the two of us formed a public and she had behaved accordingly. Now, her mother's laughter suddenly transformed her like an unexpected success sometimes transforms a young actress. From that moment on she wore an entirely different expression, and Teresa, quick to note any change in her daughters, said loudly, “Miss Lili! On stage! What do you call that costume you're wearing?”

“This is a suit little girls wear when they're completely nude. My mama made it for me working with her…”

“And the thing that hides your sex, miss?”

“Oh! For all the sex I've got, madame, it's hardly worth the trouble bothering to hide it.”

Lili could be good when she had gained a little aplomb. I began to question her also.

“Do you want me to hire you, my dear? As dancer? Singer? Acrobat? What do you know how to do?”

“Suck off the director,” said Lili unhesitatingly.

She was doing well! And in the same tranquil voice, without ever looking for a word, she continued, “As an acrobat I'm the spitting image of my grandmother. Would you like to see the snake-girl number, good sir? With the trick of finding a lesbian in your bed when you get in by yourself?”

“Yes,” said Teresa. “Let's see it.”

“If my mama knew what I was doing,” began Lili. And from there on I thought that she was reciting a role she had learned by heart. I didn't know her well enough at that time to guess that she had made the whole thing up herself from scraps of sentences she had chanced to hear plus the natural gift of a child-comedienne.

She squatted at the foot of the bed, elbows on knees, feet beneath buttocks, and said in a melancholy voice:

“You see here before you the most unhappy girl in the world, the child-martyr the papers have been so full of lately. They didn't dare tell why she is a child-martyr, it's so terrible, but it's because I have a perverted mother, good sirs! God forgive her!”

“You listening?” asked Teresa.

“There are little girls who are beaten, whipped, chained up, martyred, that people slick tacks into and deprive of food, but my case is even worse! Do you know what is forbidden to me until my twenty-first birthday? Ah! Good sirs! No one could ever guess where my mother has inflicted her punishment on me! She forbade me to beat myself off!”

“You'd think it was true!” said Teresa again.

Lili never batted an eye. She continued in the same slow, resigned voice, a child naming her misfortunes without the least hope of consolation. There was almost a modesty in her manner as she related the rest of her tale:

“Sir, I ask you to be my witness. I used to beat myself off like this, like any good child would: one finger in the ass, one finger in the hole, and one finger on the clitoris. I didn't hurt myself, I assure you, but it was no use telling that to mama. Grown-ups never understand anything.”

“Poor thing!” I sympathized.

“And the things they shout at you!.. Mama made me swear that I would never again acquire the deadly vice of masturbation! Imagine a word like that right to my face! And me just a little girl!”

“They allow such things? And you never again took up this terrible habit?”

“No, what could I do?”

“And you didn't commit suicide?”

“No, because I say to hell with it like to hell with my three virginities. Since I can't beat myself off, I suck myself.”

Instinctively, Lili gave this, last answer without the least trace of an accent, keeping the same simple, soft voice. Ten years in the theatre does less for most actresses than ten years of existence had done for Lili. I couldn't help whispering to Teresa, “She should be on the stage!”

“True!” replied Teresa. “She offers to suck the director without even bothering to tell him what she can do. What else can you teach a girl like that?”

But Lili was finishing her monologue, modulating the grossness of her language with an angelic voice.

“So it's entirely my mother's fault if I no longer beat myself off under my nightdress like a model little girl. Instead of that, I spend an hour completely naked, rubbing my behind against my mouth, saying, 'Lili, you're no dummy when you can still suck your own come!' Grown-ups, kind sir, never know what bad advice they give we children because, fortunately, we never listen to them; we only pretend to; but if, once in a while, we do listen, look what happens.”

“Oh, really, Lili!” cried Teresa, gayly scolding.

“You're not here, mama,” replied Lili, immediately taking up her role once again to finish by saying that she could tell no more since her exercise made it rather difficult to talk.

And then she proceeded to do what she had said. She rolled herself into a tiny ball, her shoulders on the bedsheet, her legs open behind her head, her arms crossed on her buttocks. Her mound was touching her chin… and this detail wasn't the only one I was most interested in.

I was amazed at her body, so small already, so slim, so short, so light, become twice as small, reduce itself to almost nothing, as if she were turning herself inside out by going back inside her own little shell.

Lili prolonged the position, and when I wanted to order, “Rest!” Teresa gave a contradictory command.

“Better then than now. Enough for the snatch, stick your tongue into your cunt. Good. And is that all you can do? Can't you go any farther? Is that kid a real whore or not? What about that little rose bud I can see? Better than that, Lili! Your whole tongue into your ass…! Look how she's sticking it in! What a little whore…! That's fine, Lili! Not bad at all! Engaged for the season!”

Lili came up very red in the face and…

All educators will understand what I am going to say: either it should be forbidden to little girl-serpents to engage in saphism on themselves in front of their mothers' lovers, or, if it is permitted, they must be praised for their performances.