Pierre Louys - The She-Devils

Hardly had she accepted my proposition when I regretted having made it. How in the hell, I asked myself, could I refuse this kid's virginity because I didn't want to spatter myself with blood, even when it would have made her very happy, and then accept something that might leave her with just as bad a memory? I'm running the risk of bringing on a nasty case of nausea for her and getting myself drenched with vomit at the same time. That will be gay if it ends like that!

These depressing thoughts slowly disappeared before the more attractive one of giving a lesson in sex to one of Teresa's daughters. And then even the difficulty posed a challenge, a problem, to resolve. I hoped that with me it might not be the same as it had been with the others; no one likes to think that he is one of the herd; and since she had to learn to do it some day anyway, why not make it myself who gave her the taste. Yes, I said the taste. I don't doubt anything any more.

Mauricette returned from the toilet nude, and her first words plucked up my courage.

“I think it will be all right.”

Then she added, unfortunately:

“Where can I spit it?”

“Spit it out? But you don't spit it out! That's the principle of the thing! You mean to say you left a boarding school filled with young girls getting set to go into society and no one told you that you're supposed to swallow it?”

“Oh, yes! They told me and God knows the things they swallowed! There were some there who could have taught things to Lili. But I'm not a society girl, so I'll do it like at a whorehouse. I'll spit.”

“You'll swallow, my dear girl, and right away too. There'll be none of this holding it in your mouth two or three minutes until you've gotten it all. Understand? You were certainly badly brought up in your family.”

Without replying, she threw herself on me and, with her lips against mine, said in a much warmer voice, “You're really going to come in my mouth? Then give me your tongue first… And promise that you'll give it to me again afterwards… And I'll tell you something on my honor: I've never before drunk the come of a man, never! So if I fail you it will be because of that, see? And if I succeed, you don't need to think that I love you! I don't love you at all! Not at all! at all! at all! at all!”

Upon which she gave me the nicest, sweetest kiss I had yet received from that family of diverse personalities. I thought of a verse from Clement Marot, but I didn't have time to dream. Mauricette was already at work.

“Easy! Easy!” I said. “You're taking it like you would a lesbian. We haven't reached the advanced studies yet. Just try to give me a little pleasure at first, and the only person you need worry about is you. I don't have a young nymph abandoning herself to nothing but lewdness before my eyes. Not that at all. I only have a delicious little Ricette who is as pretty and shy as a fawn and who is going to say, 'Is that all there is to it?' when she has finished.”

“But you're stopping me from…”

“Quiet! When you are sucking you don't speak. First principle: don't open your mouth to ask the man how his grandmother's health is. And you're not supposed to laugh either. This is serious.”

“But it's you that…”

“Quiet! Now continue. I'd warn you in time. Do you want me to hurry it? I can do that quite easily. You hurry too, but remember the rules: you swallow immediately, you say how good it is, and you ask for more. Ricette my darling! How good it is in your mouth!”

This last sentence, as I should have foreseen, gave her a great deal of pleasure and increased her zeal. The praise that we cherish the most is always that which is made on our weakest points. And besides, young girls who have never sucked before do it exactly as they make love; therefore they have to be brought to a certain pitch of passion.

I continued in the same vein, and in only a few words Ricette was worked up to the necessary point… I warned her… She shuddered, closed her eyes, paled as if she were accomplishing some great feat of prowess in the face of danger… and when she had finished she sat up on her heels, her mouth open, completely stupefied.

She looked at me out of dazed eyes. I opened my arms for her. She threw herself into them, at once proud, surprised, ashamed, tender, and above all so moved that I could feel her heart beating beneath her little left breast.

“I did it,” she said. “It's not possible! I could never do it before and this time I swallowed everything, but everything! Just like you said.”

“And it's not so bad either, is it? There are a lot of girls who really like it.”

“I don't know if it was good or not,” she said dreamily, “but it made me happy — because you came.”

And after I had kissed her for that, she took up the thread once more:

“And besides… and besides… do you think your come is like everyone else's?”

“Certainly.”

“No, it isn't.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

She was dreaming again and said, crossing her hands, “Mama is the one who will be surprised! She'll never believe it!”

“What'll we do?”

“Do it again!” cried Ricette. “We'll do it again in front of her!”

The idea was worth a reward; we both thought of this at the same time, but Ricette spoke first and I was a thousand miles from guessing what she was going to ask me.

With her arms still around my neck, she said softly, “I want something. Say yes.”

“All right. Yes. What is it?”

“You've been trapped. I know that you don't like it, but you said yes already, and I feel like it.”

“Feel like what?”

She took a few minutes like a young actress; then bent to my ear and said loudly, despite herself, and in a voice that trembled with laughter:

“I feel like beating myself off.”

“Little horror! And you think that I'm going to let you do it? Ask me for anything, but…”

“Nothing else. Later on I will. But now you said yes in advance, and besides, you know that I'm in the habit of doing it. I told you the last time I was here.”

“Then you're as bad as Charlotte? When you feel like the finger, you finger yourself? Even in front of a man?”

“Especially.”

“And can't I offer you anything in its place?”!

“Later. It won't stop us from doing anything.”

It was really the family vice, all right, but I still couldn't get used to it and I felt a sort of jealousy at seeing the girl taking her pleasure by herself. She hardly touched herself and went very slowly, never jerking her finger. At first, seeing that I had given in, she was teasing.

“Look at my cherry! Look!” she said, opening her thighs.

“Will you finish?”

“I have to finger it since you refuse to take it.”

The joke made me furious, but her face remained so kind that I forced myself to joke too.

“My dear young lady, is flagellation one of your habits also?”

“Oh, yes sir. Just like my sister Charlotte.”

“Fine. Go get the whip. What you've just said is worth a good thirty lashes on the behind.”

“Oh! And when I'm all bloody, you'll cornhole me won't you?” She was laughing. “Do you think I take you for a man who would whip me?

“You know that I can't take your cherry because I'd never see you again, so you stick it under my nose and beat it off as if I weren't capable of taking it? And you don't think this is worth the whip?”

Between the four women in that family I went from surprise to surprise. Mauricette this time became suddenly serious and said simply, “Give it to me.”

Then she had a little crisis that reminded me in a lesser degree of those of Charlotte and Teresa. Trembling in my arms, she repeated, “I want you to hurt me.”