MEMOIRS OF A YOUNG RAKEHELL: The Famed French Poet's Sexual Confessions

by Guillaume Apollinaire

  At least that's what one of them told me one morning early, when the profound silence was broken only by the distant rumor of goings and comings in the stables.

  I had gone upstairs and discovered an unlocked door which led into two of the maids' bedroom.

  The room's atmosphere was one of the mixed odors emanating from the girls' bodies. Their clothes were hanging in disarray from wooden pegs, or were draped across the foot of the bed. At first these odors were disagreeable, but as soon as one got used to them they became exciting rather than suffocating: the veritable odor di femina – the perfume which gives an erection.

  The beds, made in the ancient style, were double. They were all empty except one, in which a lass lay snoring deeply.

  She was lying on her side, turned toward the wall. One of her feet was on the wooden bedstead, and her buttocks were nicely exposed, since she was sleeping in the nude.

  Her coarse nightdress was draped over a wooden chair, on which the rest of her clothes were also strewn. The sleeping beauty, whose name was Babette, had not the faintest notion that she was being scrutinized from head to toe. Her skin could have been softer, but her frame, though rough-hewn, was not skinny.

  I brought my head close to her buttocks and inhaled the penetrating odor of sweat. Her arse-hole showed a few traces of her last shitting. Below it her well-formed slit, crowned by chestnut hair, was clearly visible.

  I softly tickled her buttocks' cheeks and cunt. As soon as I had inserted my finger she gave a start and turned round, and I could contemplate her from in front. Her fleece was crinkly and smelled strongly of urine, which fact I remarked when I stuck my nose against it.

  I might add that the maids washed their cunts only on Sundays. As a matter of fact, there are many fine ladies who seldom have the time to wash themselves. But coming back to that odor, it had aroused me, and I was already hard.

  I bolted the door and stripped. Then I spread her thighs apart. She half-opened her eyes. "Babette," I said, thrusting three fingers into her box, "you're my little sweetheart. Look what an erection I've got!"

  She stirred, pointed toward the other room, and said: "Ursula's in there too."

  "No matter. We've got time to have a go before she wakes up. Look what I've brought you."

  And I handed her a little imitation jewel ring that I'd bought from a passing peddler. Then without another word I kneeled between her thighs, which she willingly spread. I let her play with my tool and balls awhile, and reciprocated by tickling her cunt. When she was well oiled, I drove it in up to the balls, took her under the buttocks and tickled her arse-hole. She clasped me about the neck and we plunged into a frenzy of voluptuousness which, after a brief bout, ended in a violent discharge on both sides.

  During the act she had perspired profusely, and her healthy peasant odor made me hope that we could start all over again. But she was afraid of becoming pregnant. Besides, it was high time for her to be up, for it was Ursula's day to sleep late. I had completely forgotten that Ursula was there, and Babette laughed heartily when I said that I'd certainly like to wake her up.

  While Babette was wiping her private parts with her nightdress, I entered the other room. Ursula was lost in a deep sleep.

  She was also lying in the nude, but had the blankets pulled up to her bosom. She was sleeping on her back, with her arms cocked behind her head so that the thick black bushes of her armpits were in full view.

  Her pretty breasts were thrown into fuller relief by the position of her arms, on either side of which her long rich locks tumbled gracefully down. The whole picture was charming to behold. What a pity she was a mere peasant! I have never understood how a man could prefer a lady's affected charms to the natural beauty of a peasant girl.

  Her impeccably clean nightdress was lying beside her. I sniffed it and was astonished by the healthy odor with which it was impregnated.

  Softly, softly, I drew the blankets back and stood there admiring her naked form. I remained motionless an instant, amazed by the beauty of her well-proportioned legs, her grassy Venus mound, whose heavy hair extended from her love lips to her thighs. She awoke when I began to caress her breasts. At first startled, she hastily drew the covers over her. Then she recognized me and gave me a broad smile.

  Just then Babette stuck her head inside and said: "Stay in bed, Ursula, I'll take care of your work for you." And with that she left.

  I covered Ursula with kisses until she was hot. I asked her to get up and had her walk about the room while I examined her lovely body from head to foot and from all sides, marveling at her beauty.

  Then I took her in my arms, and for a long time we stood there in a close embrace.

  I placed my hands on the cheeks of her behind and pulled her belly close against mine. She could feel the full stiffness of my prick, her love hair tickled my balls.

  She enjoyed the sport. She put her arms around my neck, hugged me to her. I plucked some hairs from her armpits. She was completely beside herself with desire. I put my hand into her cunt, which was moist and distended. Her clitoris was very hard.

  We got into bed. I made her rise to her knees and hold her buttocks high. I experimented feverishly with her pothole. Her cunt, crowned by jet black hair, was half-opened, and after reveling in the sight of the red interior, I rubbed my glans against her lips.

  She enjoyed the stroking and seconded my movements. Softly I pushed it till it was all the way in, then drew it out again, back and forth, until felt myself on the point of coming.

  She acted like one possessed. Her cunt, completely distended, gripped my member tightly. I thrust it in up to the hilt, hugged her buttocks, seized her hanging beauties, and rocked like a maniac, completely gone. She sighed deeply at every stroke. With one hand I pressed her boobies, with the other I tickled her clitoris. We came simultaneously. I heard my prick slapping inside her wet cunt. We lay there as though dead.

  When I withdrew I still had a hard on. Ursula was ashamed, because she had never done it that way.

  What she'd most enjoyed had been the slapping of my balls against the lower part of her cunt. I had not yet had my fill, and would gladly have stayed a while longer with that lovely, blooming lass. Had it been possible, I would have married her.

  She told me that she had to get downstairs. She slipped on her blouse and I helped her to dress. She smiled at me amicably. I examined her from all sides once more before leaving. I promised to buy her a fine souvenir, and she agreed to come and spend the night with me sometime soon.

  CHAPTER TEN

  THE CHATEAU WAS STILL ASLEEP when I came back downstairs and climbed into bed. My mother woke me up when she brought my breakfast. She informed me that I'd have to go to the station the next day to meet my father, who was arriving with my eldest sister, Elise.

  My mother was in an excellent mood, but not so Berthe, who was upset by the arrival of her extremely pretty sister. She told me that Elise was having a flirtation with the son of one of our father's business associates, and that the young man would probably marry her when he had finished his military service.

  She told me besides that there were many things that she had not understood before which were now clear as crystal to her. Kate and Elise must certainly have wrestled for a long time together and they had once again remained alone for an hour in the bathroom.

  The next day I was happy to note that my mother was taking a bath in anticipation of her husband's visit.

  At the station I was astonished to discover upon the arrival of the train that my sister had blossomed into a charming young woman. Her pretty little feet were encased in a pair of elegant shoes, and she fluttered about with such grace that I found myself growing jealous of her Frederick. I had decided that every female in the immediate vicinity should become a member of my harem, and the sight of my sister only confirmed that idea in my mind.

  My jealousy increased when I perceived that my father had brought a friend with him, Mr. Franck, an elderly bachelor who entertained hopes concer
ning my aunt. The introductions were cordial. My sister was as surprised by my development as I was by hers, and our embrace was more than fraternal.

  We had not counted on Mr. Franck, and since the carriage was large enough for only two people, I suggested that Papa and Mr. Franck use it, while Elise and I went home on foot. My sister concurred. The way home was very pretty.

  The conversation soon became interesting. My sister was extremely flattered by the compliments I paid to her beauty.

  When she inquired about Berthe, I replied that she had her periods and was nubile. She looked at me with amazement.

  "She stays locked in the bathroom as long as you used to," I added. Then, watching her closely, I continued: "They sleep together in the same room, if you know what I mean."

  My sister blushed deeply but said nothing.

  "There is no reason to be embarrassed, Elise," I said amicably, "I'm no longer a little boy. Besides you must have noticed when we were little and they bathed us together that my prick's no worse than your Frederick's."

  "Why, Roger!"

  "We've got hair between our legs now and we know that there's something better than playing stickfinger."

  She was as red as a beet, her bosom was heaving, but she was at a loss for words. Suddenly she shot a glance round about to make sure no one was watching us, and asked:

  "Is it true, Roger, that before becoming soldiers young men have to strip and let themselves be examined naked? I heard auntie and Mama saying something of the sort and at the boarding house they were also discussing it."

  "Frederick, my future brother-in-law, could have enlightened you on that matter. Certainly they have to. They examine them like a bride on her wedding night. But they don't get erections because they're scared. No doubt Frederick didn't get a hard on either."

  "Not really! But how ashamed they must be. ...Is it public? Can women see that?"

  "Unfortunately not," I said seriously. "But I'd have no qualms in front of you, Elise."

  I embraced her in a friendly manner. We were in a little copse near the chateau.

  "Do you imagine," I added, "that there's a bride anywhere in the world who doesn't have to strip on her wedding night and be duly inspected by her husband? He strips too, you know."

  "But it's not the same thing for a man."

  "Why not? If I stripped in front of you, you could see everything I've got: my hair, my pendulum, my balls; but if you undressed I could only see your hair. Your cunt would remain hidden. Do you have much hair, Elise?"

  "Oh, look at the lovely strawberries, Roger!" she said.

  I helped her pick some. We went deeper into the woods. Erect as a boar, I hugged her.

  "What's that over there?" she asked.

  "A hunting lodge that belongs to us. I've got the key."

  The building was set in a thicket of trees.

  "Wait for me, Roger, I'll be back in a second. Watch that nobody comes."

  She went behind the lodge. I heard her pissing. I watched her. She was squatting, bent slightly forward with her legs apart and holding her skirt high enough so that I could see her pretty calves.

  Beneath the knees the lace of her panties was dangling. A stream was spurting between her legs. When it stopped flowing, I withdrew, but she remained in a squatting position. She hoisted her skirts above her loins, and slipped her panties down. The buttocks-hole was in full view as well as her firm, spotless cheeks. Her efforts gave birth to a thin sausage which slipped from her arse-hole, dangled an instant, and then wriggled to the ground. A bit of juice followed, then she pissed a trifle more.

  This time I clearly saw the stream spurt from between the thick, chestnut-colored hairs. When she had finished, she hunted about for some paper and when I saw that she had found none, I appeared and gave her some.

  "Here, Elise."

  For a moment I thought she was going to be angry.

  "Don't be that way," I told her, "I have to go too."

  I pulled out my dick and, although it was still erect, began to piss. Recalling the hired man, I aimed so high that my sister couldn't help laughing. She'd finished with the paper. We heard voices and Elise became frightened. I pushed her into the hunting lodge and pulled the door shut behind us. We watched through a crack. A peasant and a maid, with a roguish air about them, approached. He threw her onto the ground and climbed on top of her, took out his John Thomas, raised her skirts and they went at it hammer and tongs, groaning like a couple of wild animals.

  I had encircled Elise's waist and pulled her close to me. Her scented breath warmed my cheeks. Her bosom was heaving deeply as silently we watched the sport. I pulled out my prick and placed it in her warm hand whose touch was soft as silk. The couple moved off. I couldn't resist and seized Elise. In spite of her resistance, I deftly slipped off her panties and jacket. My hand played with her hair. The thighs were locked, but I could feel that her clitoris was hard.

  "No, Roger, you're carrying this too far! Aren't you ashamed! I'll scream!"

  "If you scream they'll hear you in the chateau. No one'll know. Adam and Eve did the same thing."

  "But we aren't Adam and Eve, Roger."

  "Elise, what if we were on a desert island… !"

  I managed to get my finger in.

  "If my Frederick only knew what was happening!"

  "He won't know. Come on, sweetheart."

  I sat down on a chair and drew my sister on top of me. When she felt the enormous prick against her love lips she gave up the struggle. She was not a virgin and admitted having done it once with her Frederick.

  Her cunt was very narrow, warm, and pleasantly moist.

  She responded to my kisses. I opened her blouse and brought forth her lovely breasts which shook as I sucked them. I placed my hands on her lower spheres, those magnificent buttocks. She became hot as a fire-cracker. We reached the climax together. Afterwards, we vowed eternal discretion. We examined each other at our leisure, then set off to the chateau.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  AT TABLE EVERYONE WAS VERY GAY. My father was taking good care of my mother. Mr. Franck was most attentive to my aunt. I chatted with my sisters. They had given my room to the guest. I was to sleep on the same floor as the women, in Elise's room, while she shared Kate's and Berthe's.

  When everyone was asleep I peeked into my sisters' room.

  Berthe was sleeping but Elise wasn't there. I noticed a light, hid myself, and was able to see Elise and my aunt standing in their nightgowns spying through a crack in my parents' door. The sound of healthy slaps on a bare fanny was audible to us all. Then my father's voice: "Now, drop your nightgown, Anna. ...How lovely you are with your black hair."

  Kisses and whispers.

  "March, Anna. Forward, march...! Halt! Arms up in the air! What a lot of hair you have under your arms. ...Look at my erection, Anna, take it. ...Present arms...! Shoulder arms! ...come here!"

  "Now, Charles, don't get so excited ... you're hurting me ... you've seen me for long enough now. I'm ashamed to let you look at me from behind."

  "Don't worry, my child... Get on the bed ... feet up there! My treasure..."

  You could hear the bed creaking.

  "Coming, Anna?"

  "Nearly, Charles..."

  "Oh ... ah, Anna ... I'm coming...!"

  "Oh yes...! yes! wonderful, Charles..."

  The sound of Kate's voice came from the direction of the stairs. Elise heard it and disappeared quickly into her room. My aunt slipped into hers without shutting the door. She came out again. My parents turned out their light. I slipped into my aunt's room. When she returned she started with fright. I blurted out my feelings for her. She turned on the light. I kissed her without saying a word and felt the pressure of her mature body against mine. She was trembling. I moved my hand beneath her nightdress and groped at her cunt. She fought; I whispered reassuringly: "Let's be husband and wife, beautiful, darling Marguerite."

  My finger played with her clitoris and all the resistance went out of her. I u
ncovered her beautiful breasts which were as white as snow and at the same time I coaxed her gently toward the bed. I took out my prick. The champagne she had drunk had excited her. I placed her hand at my prick and began to rub myself against her: the pleasure was too great. She wriggled about and her clitoris swelled. I moved my fingers to her cunt and sucked at her teats. Then I lifted her nightdress right up over her haunches and pressed her against me, mouth to mouth, and with a forward belly stroke launched my prick into her virginal crevice.

  She uttered a short cry before her whole body gave way to the sudden, almost immediate pleasure of it. An inflamed woman now, she abandoned herself to her own pure voluptuousness.

  A short encounter, but whose sensations were infinite, brought us both to the limit of the most frenzied ecstasy, and it was with the most brutal strokes that I filled her with my life-giving balm.

  The pleasure had been too great; I was still stiff as a ramrod. I caressed her and then relighted the candle. She had her face in the pillows; her modesty had returned to her, but I drew the covers back to examine her Venus' body. There was a slight trace of blood on her cunt-hair, mixed with our sperm. I wiped her with my handkerchief, turned her round, caressed her back and her buttocks and thrust my tongue up her arse-hole.

  Then I mounted her, my head buried in the perfumed waves of her hair. I girdled her body with my arm, raised her slightly and plunged home my John Thomas into her moist slit again. A long battle ensued during which we perspired through every pore in our bodies. Shouting like a mad woman, she was the first to reach the climax. Mine felt so good that it almost hurt. That was enough; we separated.

  * * *

  For several weeks I amused myself in various ways. Mr. Franck was courting my aunt more and more assiduously. One day, Elise and my aunt came into my room in tears. They were pregnant. But neither dared say in the other's presence that I was the guilty party. I sized up the situation quickly.