anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"Monseigneur rang for his carriage to come for me, and while we waited he conversed most affably. 'I have no need to feel disappointment at the mistake I made in the beginning,' he said. 'You have afforded me much enjoyment. Really! It is a fortunate thing for the sex that you are not a girl. As it is, you are quite charming; had you been a woman you would have been irresistible-and I fear, also, that in such a case you would have made many enemies among your kind, for women are jealous creatures, so I think you are much happier as you are.'

"Going to his dressing-table, he took up a magnificent gold watch, and, returning to me, said, 'Remember, if ever I can be of service to you, I shall always be at your disposition. Keep this trifling souvenir in memory of-', but I have given my word of honour not to disclose his name, which at that moment I heard for the first time; I can only tell you that he who addressed me was none other than one of the princes of the royal house of France.

"At length a footman appeared to announce that the carriage was at the door. Monseigneur led me downstairs, and, himself accompanied me to the Avenue Roche, on the way exacting from me a sacred promise that no one except Cecile should ever know the exact circumstances of the evening. As I bade farewell to him on alighting, he said, 'Pray pay my respects to Madame la Duchesse, and tell her that I will personally offer my apologies at the earliest opportunity for any inconvenience I may have caused her.' And then, in a louder voice, that the servant might hear, but with just a suspicion of a twinkle in his eyes, 'Mademoiselle, I am your humble servant. Until our next meeting, adieu.' 'Au revoir, monseigneur," I murmured softly, and, with a low bow, he turned and re-entered, the vehicle, while I passed on into the house and made my way to Cecile's rooms.

"On entering her boudoir, I found her lying on a couch, weeping in great distress, while Marie chafed her hands and held a bottle of smelling-salts to her nose. The maid was the first to notice my entrance, and on seeing me she immediately cried, 'Oh! madame! Look and be comforted! Monsieur le Comte has returned.' Cecile raised her head, dashing away with a fierce gesture the stray locks of hair which had come undone and hung over her eyes, and, as soon as she caught sight of me, ran forward with a scream and fell to hugging and kissing me, while the tears rained down over my face, 'Oh, my darling!' she exclaimed, laughing and weeping at the same time, 'where have you been? What has happened to you? I thought I should die, not knowing what had become of you-and how could I ever have faced your mother again?' I comforted her as well as I could, and, when I had reduced her to comparative calm, told her the history of my adventures. She listened attentively, only now and then making a gesture of indignation, but she could not help being amused at the way in which I had inveigled monseigneur into believing I was a girl right up to the last possible moment, and by the time I had finished my narrative she had regained her composure. 'Monseigneur certainly did not behave so badly at the conclusion,' she said, when I had done; 'but I am not at all sure that I shall forgive him quite so easily as he imagines. He certainly did leave word that he had taken you with him, but that did not greatly relieve my anxiety, as I was quite at a loss to know where you had gone to, or what was happening to you. Of course, with him being who he is, one cannot speak too freely; but I shall certainly tell him what I think of his conduct when I see him. However, no harm has befallen you, and that is the principal thing, after all.'

"It was well on in the early hours of the morning now, so after a brief interval we retired to rest, at which I was not altogether sorry, for I was beginning to feel very tired. When we got into bed, Cecile insisted upon having a look at my bottom, to make sure that monseigneur had not done it any injury, although I assured her that it was all right, beyond feeling a little sore. She would not be satisfied even after this, and, in spite of my protest, knelt down by my legs and took my cock in her mouth, saying that I need do nothing myself but lie still. I took her at her word, for, indeed, I was too weary to do anything else, and how long she kept on I cannot say, for I do not think it was very many minutes before I fell asleep, but I know that she was still sucking me up to the time I lost consciousness."

As de Beaupre delivered himself of the last words mentioned in the preceding chapter, he looked around at us, and said, "There, that is enough! I think we had better shut up for tonight."

"Oh, I say!" cried Bob, "I don't feel a bit sleepy. Tell us what happened next day, Blackie, there's a good sort," and Jimmy and l chimed in to the same effect.

"It's rather late, you know," demurred Blackie; "we shall all feel beastly fagged tomorrow morning."

"Nonsense!" Bob cried. "What does that matter? Don't be a pig, Blackie."

"Very well," he replied; "but don't blame me if you don't feel like getting up tomorrow. And Jimmy, I distinctly saw the bed clothes move just now. You know what I told you before I began."

"It's all right!" the duke answered. "I was only just keeping it quiet. How could anybody help it when listening to you?"

Bob and I laughed, and, indeed, we were in no better plight ourselves. My cock was fully erect, and I could tell by the way Bob kept putting his hand down towards his legs underneath the clothes, that his was in the same state.

"What did you do with the watch?" I asked.

"I gave it to Cecile to keep for me until I grew up. She said it was a much too valuable one for a chap like me to carry about. Well, I will go on for a bit longer," he added, "as you want me to.

"We didn't wake up very early on the following day; and Marie brought us breakfast in bed. We both felt very lazy, but about midday we got up and had a bath, which refreshed us a good deal; Cecile bathed at the same time as I did, and it was awfully jolly being in the bath with her. We splashed about famously, dashing handfuls of the warm water at each other, and she insisted on lathering me all over with a big soap- brush and rubbing me with her hands. It tickled frightfully when she daubed the brush all round my cock and balls and bottom; I couldn't speak for laughing and tried to stop her, but this only made her do it all the more; and it was just the same when she put the brush down and commenced to use her hands. However, I had my revenge when it came to my turn, and I made her nearly go into hysterics as I scoured her with the brush all over the thighs and belly, and, pressing open her cunt, pushed it inside, filling up the interior with the scented soap-froth. She shrieked out to me to desist, catching my wrists and forcing me away frantically, shouting that I had made her spend, which I have no doubt was the case, but I had no opportunity for seeing if it were so, for she overbalanced herself at the same moment and fell down in the water, scattering it all over the sides; but in any event the spunk would have been indistinguishable amid the thick coating of soap I had covered her with. When at last we had had enough of this sport, we stepped out and proceeded to dry each other with the warm towels placed in readiness for us, and as I wiped her down she caught hold of my cock, and squeezed and pulled it. This served to excite her a good deal again and she would have me lie down on the long, cushioned bench at one side of the room, while she sucked me, which she seemed never tired of doing. I was in good condition for this, as in spite of all the lascivious events which I had witnessed or taken part in on the previous evening, I had never had an opportunity of satisfying my own desires. As I lay, I was dwelling upon these varied scenes in my mind, and the recollection considerably increased my sensual feelings. I would have liked to have Cecile let me fuck her, and proposed this, but she begged me to let her continue as she was doing, averring that nothing gave her so much pleasure as using her mouth on a pretty little cock, as she assured me mine was, so I gave her her own way, and lazily resigned myself to the enjoyment. She had a great art in sucking, moving me with pleasure to such an extent that I was consumed with delight, and my head swam; and within a period of very short duration, the interior machinery of my body responded to the strong calls made upon it, and I exclaimed that I was coming. She removed her lips, and watched with a rapturous smile the result of her efforts, as my young essence bubbled out and rolled slowly over the dome-shaped head of my member, which appeared very insignificant when I remembered the colossal article owned by monseigneur, and at that moment I fell to wondering whether mine would ever attain such considerable proportions. How adorable!' she cried joyfully; and, after a minute's further admiring contemplation, she again took my immature organ, shining with moisture, between her lips, sucking it with a zealous passion, as though she would like to swallow it altogether and make it entirely her own, exhibiting such fondness that it was only with the greatest reluctance that she at last desisted.