Anonymous - Voluptuous Confessions Of A French Lady Of Fashion

Both very much fatigued, we retired to rest. Thus, in this memorable day, I had been poked six times! I do not exaggerate in saying that I had spent more than twenty times!

But such was the force of my temperament and my aptitude for amorous combat, that I rose the next day from my couch as fresh and as well as if nothing had occurred.

I went back to Z — , and F. and I relapsed into our sweet habits once more, which, alas! though frequently interrupted, grew more ardent after each successive deprivation.

My husband now rarely went away for more than one day at a'time, so that our pleasures only lasted during the short instants smuggled of an afternoon, nevertheless, a few indispensable journeys took place, and we profited by them.

One evening, happy in a few hours of security, we determined to completely enjoy our happiness; my love proposed that we should undress and get on my bed. I accepted with avidity. He was soon stripped to his shirt and laid on his back, while I unlaced my stays. I joined him with only my chemise and my stockings. He seized me in his arms, we were clasped together with rage! My lover soon got zealous of the slight gauzy garment that still covered me and tore it off, notwithstanding a slight resistance on my part.

He first contemplated my entire nakedness with ecstasy, then covered my entire body with burning kisses, without omitting one single spot!

I was mad, delirious! In turn I wished, to reproduce for him the pleasure I had felt. I too kissed with ardour every part of that body, so manly and so handsome. At a certain place, arriving at that darling jewel that proudly, stiffly stood, I stopped and kissed it; I sucked it; I should have liked to have ate it all up!

In this position my buttocks were turned towards my lover's face, I could feel that he had seized my left thigh, and was trying to pass it over him.

"What do you want?" said I, turning my head a little.

"Put your legs over me."

"But how?… Why?" 'Til soon tell you. There, that will do!"

I found myself astride his breast, my head still in the same place!

"Now," said he, "bend down, push out your lovely ARSE… there… now place your little CUNT on my mouth."

"Here I am!"

"Good. Now let us both do minette. Tell me in time, and we'll spend together!"

Although rather puzzled at this new method, I gracefully gave way to him, and soon I felt a clever and delicate tongue travel over my cleft. I went off into a mad rage, I once more took hold of the instrument, that I had let go for a moment, got the entire head into my mouth, and pumped at it with frenzy! An electric current seemed to envelope my entire frame, each stroke of F.'s tongue was answered by my mouth!.. What delirious joy!.. I had already spent thrice, when feeling that the fourth time was nigh, and that my lover, shuddering and palpitating, was reaching the supreme moment, I exclaimed: "I am ready! Spend, darling, spend in my mouth!"

What happened then?… I know not!.. I lost consciousness beneath the burning jet! # # # My lover's adorable lessons had rendered me very knowing, I thought I had no more to learn. I was mistaken, there was one supreme lesson left for me to learn.

I have often repeated that my buttocks, or rather my ARSE, was of rare beauty. The furrow that divided the oval had already received thousands and thousands of my lover's kisses, whose greatest delight was to place me so as to enjoy this spectacle thoroughly. He would then open the lips of the gap of love, caress it, kiss it, and worship it in every manner.

Sometimes his finger would wander higher up, and I could feel a strange titillation at the opening of the secret orifice above!

Sometimes, even when plugged up to the roots, fainting beneath the divine dew that was spouted into me, I felt the finger penetrate far up the narrow path!

That singular caress caused me quite a peculiar erotic joy that I had not sought to analyse.

On one of the rare evenings when we were able to get between the sheets, after having felt each other all over for some time, my lover took off my chemise and looked lovingly at my nakedness.

Knowing his passionate love for my arse, I presented it to him, ducking my head and stretching myself as wide open as I could. F. got up behind me, but instead of getting into my cunt as usual he contented himself with rubbing the head of his Priapus against me.

"Put it in!" cried I, "you are teasing me dreadfully!"

"Wait a bit!"

"What are you doing? You hurt me. Not there!"

And indeed, I felt the point trying to penetrate the singular aperture I have just mentioned.

"Let me do as I please, my adored one! I entreat you. A loveable woman is cunt all over, no single part of your beautiful body must remain virgin to my offering!"

"But 'tis impossible! It can never go in!"

"Oh, yes, I can get it entirely in if you will let me."

"But you'll kill me. I shall suffer. I shall shriek, I shan't spend at all."

"Yes, you will, and afterwards you'll say yourself how nice it was. I'll wager that you will often ask me to do it."

"No, 'tis impossible. Come, darling, put it in lower down, it's just as nice for you!"

"But I supplicate you to let me do it. It's the greatest proof of love that a woman can give. I demand that proof."

"Oh, heaven! I can't refuse you. Go along then and do it.

How funny all the same."

I said no more, and remained passive, presenting as well as I could what was required of me. My lover went to the toilettable and lubricated himself with a stick of cosmetic, then, taking up his position again, he once more knocked at the narrow gate. His first attempts did not succeed; I suffered and felt no pleasure at all, but I loved him so much that I could have suffered greater agonies still. And, besides, my curiosity and a desire for the unknown sustained me. My lover ceased his efforts an instant, and, passing his hand between my thighs, began to frig me. Symptoms of pleasure now arose, and I myself begged for a second trial, but my lover's leaning posture was too uncomfortable. He took my hand and placed it where his had toyed. I understood him, and rubbed away myself.

Again I felt the terrible point — the pleasure in front neutralised the agony that my poor arse still felt.

At last, I felt as if an enormous ring was dilated within me, and suddenly the monstrous cylinder slipped in in its entirety. I quickened the movement of my hand. An immense… twofold… sharp… extraordinary spending spasm overpowered me. I almost fainted and fell forward in an indescribable nervous fit.

My lover, luckily, had not been unhorsed; he followed my movement and laid his full length upon me. He gave a few more strokes, and filled his strange shelter with a hot ejaculation, that he spurted forth with many groans and sighs, to bear witness to his lively pleasure.

We remained some time in this position without speaking. I felt a certain shame that I could not explain, and was almost vexed at having spent so well by the ravishing of that unusual nook. On the other hand I could not prevent myself being delighted by the opening of this new source of pleasure.

F. kissed me and whispered: "Well, what do you think of it?"

"I hardly know."

"Did you spend?"

"Well, yes!"

"Are you vexed at having submitted to my whim?"

"No."

"Will you ever ask me to do it again?"

"I think I shall, but not often; it is too exciting — too awfully good!"

During our chat, the position remained unchanged, my lover's peg was still planted in my tiny hole, I felt it diminishing, he tried to withdraw. I pinched in my buttocks, so that willy-nilly I kept him at his post.

"You wanted to get in," said I to myself, "and there you shall stop!"

I relied on his well-tried strength, and while I waited for it to return I teased him, and used all the words he had taught me.