Pierre Louys: The She-Devils

“That,” said she with a charming frankness, “is the only thing about me that's pretty. That and my little ass. Everything else is ugly!”

“I'm sure that the rest is very pretty.”

“You'll see. But you've just been in bed with my mother. When you see my thin little body I'll have to work for a quarter of an hour to give you another hard-on.”

“Oh no you won't. I'll bet you a sack of candy.”

“And what do I give you if I lose?”

“A discretion.”

“Done,” cried she. “I don't give a damn about that. I know how to do everything you can think of.”

It took Lili twenty seconds and six movements to shed her clothes-her dress, her slip, her socks, and her slippers… And when she had done it there seemed to be nothing left of little Miss Lili, so slight was her figure.

Her arms and legs were as thin as broomsticks and her hair hung down in black folds to her waist. Her body itself was thin, delicate, with a great mound and a sex already dripping and flowing. If it is true that a well-ordered menu ought to bring together the most dissimilar possible dishes, then the serving of Lili after Teresa would have been the work of a master.

Lili's first movement gave me a good impression of her. Instead of throwing her arms around my neck, she immediately began searching between my legs with her tiny hands. Do I need to tell you the delight I found in this simple innocence?

The poor child had announced herself earlier at the door (like others of her age call themselves Children of Mary) as the daughter of a whore. A kid who calls himself that isn't like the others; it takes guts to come out with it like that. And this whore's baby, as nude as the day she was born, came to me like an artless young girl, the type that lowers her eyes and tries to find out what it is that boys have and girls haven't. Little prostitutes often have a strange and unalterable candor.

As I felt myself still under the effects of my recent refreshing reading, I took Lili in my arms and we began to chat and exchange the sort of caress that is called breach of modesty committed without violence.

“Lili, you're a very pretty kid,” I said.

“That's not true. When I finger myself in front of the mirror I can't even excite myself.”

These words sent me off into gales of laughter.

Lili's face remained sober and, since it is easy to seduce children, she affirmed to me with a solemn little air, but without either preamble or reason, “I like you very much.”

“Oh, my little Lili, you've only got two ideas in your pretty head.”

“Why two? But yes, it's true. I've two. How did you know? Your finger tell you?”

“Exactly. The ideas that young girls have in their heads…”

“Come from their cunts?” said Lili.

It is difficult for me to hide, at this point, where the finger was resting that was sending me so much information.

“You certainly know a lot, my pretty,” I replied. “Wise before your time. But I'll bet you don't know why you have two ideas. It's because when you love someone you want with all your heart to give him a great pleasure and at the same time to procure one from him.”

For that she had to reflect a moment, the time it takes for a school girl to understand a maxim. Then she smiled and buried her face under mine before replying, “You don't think my little sou-sized pussy is too small for you? Do you still want to fuck me?”

“You get nicer and nicer, Lili. The first thing you think of is my pleasure instead of your own.”

“Yes,” she stammered, a little confused.

“And for you. What would you like the best?”

“To suck you.”

She'd said it. And she followed by throwing her arms around my neck and repeating it ten times, in a sing-song, wheedling tone, like a child asking for candy at the circus.

“I want to suck your prick, your cock, your pole, your rod, your dick. I want to make your peter hard in my mouth and then make it shoot. I want to nurse myself on your penis, your log, your bone, your dong.”

“What? Still nursing at your age?”

“Yes, but not for milk, only for come.”

“Is it good?”

“It is when you like it.”

“Then how much do you want, my little lady? A sou's worth? Two sous? Three sous?”

“All you've got in the shop! And I'll pay you in advance, sir, with my holes.”

“What?”

“It's a joke.”

“No. I'll give you credit, little miss. You can owe me. Sit down at the table.”

But Lili still had a few things to say to me. With her arms still around my neck, she sighed:

“The only thing is… Listen. I had to promise mama not to make you come more than once. I have to leave some for Charlotte tonight. So we'll have to do everything the first time.”

“Just once?”

“Yes. I'm the smallest in our family, but I always do the most. The only thing I can't do is let you make love between my teats because I don't have any. So will you fuck me, then cornhole me, and then stick it in my mouth? I'll tell you why afterwards.”

And quickly, vivaciously, turning her head, she cried, “Oh, look! It's getting hard without me even touching it! I've lost my sack of candy!”

“You'll get it just the same.”

“Really? And for the discretion I have to give you. What do you want?”

“You to give me your mouth and your two holes. What else can I ask?”

“My tongue!” she cried gayly.

And she was quick to pay her debt… How can I tell you the way in which she offered me her tiny tongue? I stopped her too late.

“Lili! What did you do?”

“A tongue in the rear!” she said joyously. “That ought to merit a cock in the front.”

She threw herself onto her back, her feet in the air, her sex spread. She rinsed it in enough saliva to violate a cat and I soon saw that I had been very naive indeed not to have known how to take her, for most young girls are easier to take than a good many women I know. I entered without much difficulty…

“That's all,” she said smiling. “When you get just the end of it in you've taken up all the room. There's no more… It's hardly worth the trouble.”

“Nonsense!”

“No. I'm only good from one side, and it isn't this one.”

“For what you've just said, I ought to give you a child.”

She laughed, but quickly added. “Will you give it to me in the month?”

Since my temperament is about equally foreign to the spirits of sadism and Presbyterian morality, the two that seem to share the greater part of society about equally, what I am going to say is only the expression of a personal feeling and will probably offend everyone: I took as much pleasure in screwing Lili, who wished it with all her heart, as I would have felt displeasure and guilt in taking a young girl against her will. I might add that I have never yet been guilty of rape.

She played at fucking like most other little girls play at dolls, taking a certain instinctive satisfaction from it. And even though she had long done this, even though it was certainly no new thing for her, she was very proud to be able to tempt a man, to be able to do all at her age that her mother could do… But after a minute or so she said softly to me, “Change holes. You'll he able to go further.”

Quickly she jumped from the bed, ran to the toilet, lathered up some soap in order to open the passage and, returning to me, squatted down on top of my rod, her eyes always on mine. A couple of seconds prodding and squirming was all that she needed, and 'she entirely swallowed from the rear the pole she had barely been able to insert the head of from the front. And she took it all, right to the root! With her little buttocks on my testicles, she drew up her knees, and spread her thighs, so that she was squatting there like a little devil on a Saint Anthony. Then she spread the lips of her smooth red sex and began to beat herself off with her finger like a little girl in the privacy of a toilet.