Beauregard de Farniente - The Adventures of Father Silas

Her legs were most beautifully shaped, and her ivory thighs, round, soft, and firm, surmounted by a quim of bright carnation, encircled with a hedge of bushy hair, as black as jet, and exhaling an odor more exquisite than all the essences of the perfumers. I put my finger to it and tickled it a little, and afterwards, putting my head between her legs, I endeavored to thrust in my tongue. I stood with such force that nothing could arrest me. I could have poked the favorite sultana in the presence of a thousand eunuchs with drawn scimitars, ready to wash away my pleasures in my blood. Supporting myself on my hands, I touched her with nothing but my member; and a motion at once gentle and regular made me drink long draughts of pleasure, which were but the earnest of what I was to enjoy.

I gazed steadfastly in the face of my partner, and from time to time imprinted a burning kiss upon her lips. The precaution I had taken of bearing my weight on my hands in the rapture of the moment was altogether neglected. I fell on her, and could do nothing but embrace and kiss her with a frenzy amounting almost to madness. When my pleasure was over, I recovered the use of my eyes, and saw the transports of my lady without being able to participate therein.

“My dearest love,” whispered she, “give one more push! Don't leave the business but half finished!”

I put my shoulder to the wheel with an ardor that surpassed her own, and I had scarcely given four strokes before she was insensible. More animated than ever, I increased my pace, and in a moment lay motionless in her arms; both of us intoxicated with the full tide of bliss that flowed in upon us.

This ecstasy did not endure long, and when I withdrew myself from my partner, it was not without some little confusion, which was increased when I saw that she was looking hard at me. I was sitting up, and she put one arm round my neck, and made me lie down again on the grass, while with the other she was coaxing my instrument, and essaying by an abundant application of kisses to make him resume the stiffness he had lost. I was quite abashed at all this, and could not conceal it.

What would you be after,” said she; “surely you need not be afraid to show me an article that you know how to use so well! I hid nothing from you-here, you dog, kiss my bubbies; put your hand in my bosom; now the other to my slit; good! What a clever little fellow you are!”

I am not quite certain whether I ever had any modesty, but I think there would be little danger in asserting that after we had continued these amusements for some time my stock of that troublesome article was reduced to a minimum. My lance was now ready for the jousting that my antagonist so ardently desired; and to every embrace she most heartily responded by a volley of kisses. I still kept my finger in the centre of pleasure, and gradually parted her legs that I might enjoy a view of the charming locality. The approaches of pleasure are more delightful than the thing itself, nor do I think anything can be more delicious than thus to handle a woman who surrenders herself entirely to your voluptuous caprices. This amorous prelude must necessarily terminate in the grand climax, and vigorously did we carry on the lecherous conflict; she was all alive under me, and seemed to gather strength from every exertion, as she returned stroke for stroke with increasing eagerness and force. Mouth to mouth, with our tongues emulating the proceedings in the lower department, we soon attained the acme of our transports, and when the finishing stroke was made, our sensations were far beyond anything that pen can portray.

I believe some one has written that “Vigor is the gift of heaven.” It is possible that I inherited this blessing from my reverend and godly fathers as my only patrimony. I was not slow in dissipating my heritage-but I must not break the order of things in detailing my misfortunes here.

Notwithstanding all the proofs that I had given of my virility, Madame Dinville was not yet satisfied, but used every means she could imagine to make me renew the combat.

“O you rogue,” said she, giving me a kiss, “what- standing again! This dear jewel of yours, so hard, so thick, and so long, is worth a fortune to you. Bless me! So you are ready to begin again?” I answered this appeal by pulling her backwards.

“Stop a bit, my love, I want to give you a new pleasure. It is now my turn to roger you. Lie down, just as I did before.”

In a moment I was extended on my back, and she on me; she then put my staff into the proper place, and began to push away. I did not move at all, but let her work while I enjoyed the pleasure. I contemplated the charms above me, and she occasionally rested to smother me with kisses. A voluptuous sensation forewarned me of the approach of the critical moment; I then joined my exertions to hers, and we were shortly deluged with an overflow of love's peculiar distillery. After, I was in reality quite exhausted and could no longer resist the advances of sleep. My loving companion nestled my head in her bosom, that I might enjoy the sweetness of repose where I had tasted that of love.

“Sleep, my darling love, let nothing disturb you; I will content myself with looking at you.”

I followed this advice in good earnest, and slept so soundly that I did not awake till the sun was very near his evening goal. When I awoke, the first object that struck my eyes was Madame Dinville, looking at me with a sweet smile upon her countenance. She laid down her knitting, with which she had amused herself during my nap, and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her attempts, to arouse my enfeebled energies were, however, for some time altogether useless. Had I been allowed my own choice, I should have preferred rest rather than active service; but this was not the lady's design; she wanted to re-excite those desires that I no longer felt. Finding that her kisses and caresses produced but very trifling effects, she had recourse to another expedient; which was lying down on her back and pulling up her clothes, so as to expose all her charms to my view; at the same tune rubbing my tool till she saw that her point was pained. Then ensued another furious encounter, which was somewhat abridged by a rather premature discharge on my part. I was chagrined at having the affair thus abbreviated, but there was no remedy. When we left this sweet retreat we took a turn or two in the garden, and conversed as we went along.

“Well, my dear Silas, I am sure I feel quite satisfied with you; how did you like bur play?”

“As for me, I have no words to express the thousandth part of the pleasures I experienced.”

“Indeed,” said she; “but I fear that I have been imprudent in thus giving the rein to my desires. I trust you have some little discretion, my dear Silas?”

“Oh! I fear you love me but little, if you think I can abuse your kindness.”

She was pleased with my reply, and would have paid me with a kiss, had we not been in too exposed a situation; as it was, she pressed my hand against her heart and gave me such a loving look that it quite charmed me.

As we walked rapidly towards the house, I saw the lady cast an inquiring eye in every direction which I did not exactly understand, but I was not kept long in the dark on this point.

My capacity of esquire to the lady required me to conduct her to her apartment. I was then about to make my obeisance, and take leave of her, but she said to me-“You need not go yet, my dear Silas, it is not eight o'clock. Come, stay with me! I will make your peace with the good rector.” The idea of the parsonage was very disagreeable to me, and I was not sorry that the good lady invited me to stay. We shut the door and seated ourselves on the sofa. She took up my hand and pressed it in hers, looking at me attentively all the time. At last she broke the silence by asking me whether I did not want something more. I felt my impotence, and was silent.