In fact, Rudolf, captain of the guards, was my abject slave, and so were Cassim and Selim, two of the bravest young chiefs in the army. I admitted them all to my bed in turn, Rudolf the most frequently, for he was powerfully built and had genitals correspondingly large. When I wished to be tickled deeply, the tall and slender Selim received the secret summons to my chamber. Cassim was short and stout - it was agreeable sometimes to be stretched without being deeply penetrated. Each of these suspected that the other also enjoyed my favour, but they were not certain of it.
One evening I invited them all to my secret apartments. The sideboard had been replenished, the servants had been dismissed for the evening and the doors locked. I was dressed in a purple velvet bodice with a petticoat of red silk. I had on my richest lace and jewellery and the crown of the principality was on my brow. The handsome young officers glittered in their splendid uniforms; suspense and curiosity were mingled in their countenances.
I waited until several toasts had been drunk in my honour and my wanton eyes devoured the fine proportions of the young men, and I thus addressed them: 'Should not a Circassian princess have as many privileges as a Turkish pasha?'
'Certainly,' they all replied.
'Should she not be entitled to a harem as well as he?'
They hesitated but answered, 'Yes.'
'You then, shall be my harem,' said I, rising. 'You Cassim, should be lord of the lips.' The polite young officer set the example of devotion by coming to my side and kissing the lips that I had committed to his charge.
'You, Selim, are the lord of the bosom.' He came up on the other side of me and kissed the bosom which peeped out about the lace front of my bodice.
'You, Rudolf, shall be the lord of the thighs.' He knelt before me, and raising my skirts, planted a kiss on the hairy mouth they concealed.
Then I felt his tongue penetrate the lips beneath; it caused a flush of desire to mantle through my frame. 'Let us divest ourselves of this clothing which makes mortals of us and become like the ancient gods,' I said.
My example, together with the champagne, now broke down all reserve. We stripped entirely naked and amused ourselves by imitating the attitude usually given by art to the most celebrated heathen divinities. It was not enough for me to compare the forms of the young men by observation. I freely caressed and handled their genitals with my hands until they lost all restraint and gathered so closely about me that I was squeezed in their joint embrace.
I flung my arms around Cassim and bid him lie down on his back with me on top of him; his loins were elevated higher than his head by the piles on which he lay. I worked backward while he guided his shaft completely into me.
My buttocks presented a fair mark for Selim, who mounted me behind and slowly worked his shaft into the same orifice that Cassim had already entered. It was the tightest kind of a fit. The first entrance had stirred my desire to a flame and made me welcome the second with great greediness. Cassim's position was such that he could hardly stir, but Selim plunged his long and slender shaft into me again with thrusts that required all his strength. My sheath was stretched to its utmost tension by the two shafts, but all its distended nerves quivered with lust.
Rudolf now knelt close in front of me, with his knees on either side of my head. I lay for a moment with my flushed cheeks on his genitals, then I grasped his shaft in my hand and played rapidly up and down it.
Cassim, with his arms wrapped around my waist, was sucking my bosoms. Selim squeezed my thighs in his grasp at every thrust he gave. I felt my crisis coming, overwhelming in three-fold intensity. In very wild abandonment I sucked Rudolf's crest in my mouth, then I thrilled and melted with a groan which resounded through all the room. All three of the young men followed me to the realms of bliss where I soared.
My sheath was overflowed with the double tribute which jetted and spurted and gushed into it. My mouth was filled with Rudolf's sperm. Both pairs of my lips were dripping. My whole frame seemed saturated with the fecund moisture. When the mingled sighs of the young men, which echoed to my prolonged groans of rapture, had died away, I sank into a semi-conscious state from which I did not rise that evening.
It was a deep, dreamy, voluptuous repose which an occasional smarting sensation in my strained sheath did not disturb. The wine and profuse organs had done their work. The young men put me to bed and quietly dispersed. It was the only time I had my harem. The next day our troops lost a battle, the castle was taken by the enemy, and I was on my way to the slave market.'
Anna finished her story. My shaft still peeped out from between her bosoms, but it was now stiff with desire. The fat Italian had aroused it to vitality, though she had failed to exact any tribute from it. My stones had again filled while I listened to the innocent Circassian's passionate tale.
Still holding her between my thighs I turned so as to bring her on her back beneath me. Then, changing and adjusting my thighs between hers, I parted the fiery red hair that concealed lips equally fiery and commenced the onset. The delicious heat and moisture set the blood dancing in my veins. My crest lingered a moment at the lips, then glided past them into the clinging folds of her sheath. When I was completely entered, it gave a convulsive contraction around my shaft and Anna melted - indeed the ladies were all ripe to the melting point, while I had to meet their fresh successive ardour.
Anna became passive, but she still seemed to enjoy the deep and rapid thrusts which for several moments I continued to thrust into her white loins. At every thrust I became more and more furious. I buried my hilt again and again in the vain attempt to touch her womb. I felt that if my crest could only reach so far up in her long slender person, I could consummate the exquisite connection. She seemed to divine my wish; she opened her thighs and drawing her knees upward, wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist with a strength I had not thought her capable of.
Fixing my look on her sweet face I gave another plunge. She was so fairly exposed to my thrust that I rammed her womb clear up her belly. The sperm gushed from my crest in consecutive jets and I gave a sigh of perfect satisfaction. I was completely exhausted; my nerveless frame stretched itself at full length upon her and I sank into a voluptuous languor that gradually turned into sleep.
The Pleasures of Lolotte
Translated from the French by Frank Pomeranz
At last, the midnight hour was about to strike. The same preparations were completed as the night before. The ladder was set up, the garden reconnoitred and then a quick and light-footed ascent to our window. But then there appeared one visitor, a second - and then a third!
'Good Lord,' Félicité exclaimed in an anxious tone of voice, 'three men! What is the meaning of this?'
'Only,' our angel of last night said, 'that apart from bringing somebody for you know who, I also brought along for you a charming and reliable friend, who is my equal in all respects, because unfortunately I, myself, cannot stay.'
Félicité was not the kind of girl to take this swap for an insult and she did not raise the slightest objection.
Our obliging Mercury had done one thing which seemed rather odd. Before getting his friends to climb up the ladder in front of him, he had made them blindfold themselves and demanded that they say and do nothing in our apartment without his permission. The entry of two sightless men could have been a trifle embarrassing but it was not in the slightest dangerous and the two of them managed marvellously.
'You no doubt understand the reason for the precaution I have taken with these two gentlemen,' our friend said. 'If the arrangement I deemed suitable pleases you, they will stay; if not, I shall take them away with me, because these are the conditions on which I brought them, and I have their word for it that they will bow to each and every one of your commands. All they know is that we are in a community of women: they do not know your names, your ages or what you look like. In short, I promised them nothing except that I would bring them here; the rest is up to you. However,' he said with a conspiratorial wink, 'I did drop a hi
nt about your tendency to the vapours, skinniness and drooping breasts. In a word, I have prepared them for what they would find.'
At this point, the two others shook their heads, as if to say, 'Never mind, we'll risk it.'
But Félicité, who had a considerable, and often original, sense of humour, wanted to enter into the spirit of the game and add to it. So she went out quietly and returned noisily and said in the cracked voice of an old woman,
'Very well, my chaste sisters, I could not sleep and saw and heard everything that passed here. I shall not agree to your beautiful tryst here unless I get a go first. If ordinary nuns of forty to fifty can allow themselves to entertain gallants in the sheepfold of Our Lord, then a Mother Superior scarcely above sixty can also conceive the notion of getting paid for keeping the secret. Come, my chicks, it's with me first of all that you'll have to settle accounts.'
While this was going on, it was amusing to see one of our 'blind men' nudging the other and hear him say under his breath, 'Let's get out of here.' But it was too late for that. The master of ceremonies was already outside and on the ladder, wishing them good luck and promising to come and fetch them later. At this point we each restored his eyesight to one of our visitors.
Their surprise at our appearance was beyond description. They were prepared for elderly nuns: instead they saw two worldly and enchanting creatures. What a ravishing dramatic coup!
'Heavens,' exclaimed the one who had counselled retreat and to whom Félicité had restored his eyesight.
'What a divine child,' his friend said with equal enthusiasm on seeing me.
They vied with each other to heap praises on their friend.
'What a man the Maltese Knight is! The king of friends!'
We were hugged, kissed and practically devoured.
'What supreme artistry on his part!' one of them said.
'What skill in multiplying our pleasure a hundred-fold,' the other replied.
The gentlemen seemed to be perfectly at home as regards the etiquette of nocturnal trysts in the nunnery. Each set to work quickly undressing the girl facing him. To be sure, they performed this task less rapidly than the knight had done but, to make up for that, employed greater delicacy. The one into whose hands I had been delivered handled me like a precious and fragile jewel. Félicité, though patently my social inferior, was not treated any less respectfully for all that.
The bed was not at all suitable for a double performance. Félicité did not fail to remember that the night before it was rather uncomfortable for three - for four it would be impossible.
'We could give up the place of honour to these children,' she said to her beau. 'On a good mattress, we can pass the time just as well on the floor; what do you think, my dear stranger whom I hope to get to know much better very soon?'
'With you, my dear,' he said gallantly, 'I'd prefer a soldier's plank bunk to a Prince-Bishop's four-poster stuffed with eiderdown.'
'Well said,' she replied, shaking him vigorously by the hand. 'A true lover does not inspect his surroundings too closely. I can see we are suited to each other and shall have no difficulty in becoming the best of friends.'
While they were talking like this, my penetrator-to-be took off my skirts and slip; in a word I was naked - and kissed from head to foot - by the time what we were left to lie on was ready to receive us.
I could not yet guess how the night would develop. Luckily, the pretty boy who fell to me was ravishingly made, slender, full of grace and beardless; he had chestnut hair, a sweet expression and a tender smile so that, dressed as a woman, he would hold out promise of sexual bliss to any red-blooded man. In spite of all that, however, this gallant would turn out to be a monster as far as I was concerned if what he had to offer me was a prick as ludicrously gigantic as his friend, the cunt-cleaver's. Such thoughts were running through my head; but my fears were only slight and my hopes unlimited. Yes, everything seemed to augur that I would at last be deflowered - and very pleasantly, at that.
Félicité's companion was handsome, tall, young and fair-haired with a military air, a proud but not rough look, built like a model with rather more flesh on him than my partner. His manners were not as studied as the Maltese Knight's, nor did he have his attractive impudence. All the same, he was no less ardent or knowledgeable than he. The tribute he paid to the many charms of his lady was sincere and detailed. In a word, neither of us could have been served, or serviced, better. You are anxious, gentle reader, to see us in their arms? Believe us, we are no less impatient to get on with things.
'My handsome young friend,' Félicité said to my partner, 'possibly you don't know that you are going to encounter a maidenhead? It is only rarely one comes across such things all ready to be plucked. In the ordinary course of events, they are a bit shy; they have to be hunted with cunning and need to be wheedled: they defend themselves craftily and when, at last, the huntsman has bagged one, he can congratulate himself on a good day's chase. But this one here is different; it is tame and comes out of its own accord to face the hunter. Whatever its qualities, though, make the best of them. But you're to make no babies, that's all we ask of you.'
'A good man,' the boy replied in an accent which, though slight, revealed he was not French, 'and a gallant one does not need to be told such things. As for the maidenhead, what do I care about it? At such a lovely age and with so many charms, what need has anyone to be a virgin to arouse the most ardent desires?'
'All the same she is one and you'll have to act accordingly... We are very delicately made... Just have a look.'
With impetuous folly she parted my thighs and displayed my little cunt to full advantage. The pretty boy kissed it as soon as he saw it.
'Touch it,' she said, 'try and put your finger up.' He tried but scarcely made any progress.
'Go on. You'll certainly have your work cut out for you - but do it kindly and gently.'
She said all that bent over the bed. My pretty sparring partner, who was kneeling between my legs, set to work as soon as this long preamble was over. At the same time, his bigger friend, tormented by his own desires, occupied himself with the posterior charms of the maid, who was so exclusively preoccupied with me that she scarcely seemed to be aware of the lips, the fingers and finally the prick that were paying her homage. The last-named, encountering no obstacle, tried to establish itself doggy-fashion but little shoves of the buttocks each time dislodged him, as if by accident. Félicité was primarily concerned with what was happening to me. My own little fucksman had just revealed a real deflowerer's prick, roundish, longish-and slender.
'Marvellous,' the mistress of ceremonies exclaimed, 'just what the doctor ordered... Oh, my little mistress, what a lot of good that one is going to do you.'
She immediately took her mouth to it, inundated it with spit and placed it against my burning quim, Craving to be pleasured. She herself positioned and guided it, without for a moment giving up complete control of it. It entered me, not without difficulty, to be sure, but successfully and without causing me too much pain. I had already taken in about two-thirds of it and the sweet actions of the shaft had been going on for about a minute when Félicité thought she could detect the symptoms of an imminent ejaculation. Pitilessly, she separated us - so very much in time that the little rascal was scarcely outside before he poured forth his life-giving balm in profuse quantities, with which, but for Félicité and in spite of his promise, I would have been flooded internally, whether because of the novice fornicator's inexperience, his selfishness or his clumsiness.
Not that I was grateful for all the care that Félicité had bestowed on me.
'Ah, Félicité,' I said to her sadly, 'this was a poor service you rendered me.'
'No doubt you'd have preferred me to have let him put you in the club! You should be infinitely grateful to me. Remember this, Mademoiselle. Never, ever, on any pretext let a man come inside you during the first fuck. After that... well, there might still be some danger, but very much less, with seventy-five
per cent of men and with the rest none at all.'
While giving me this useful homily, she watched us and very amusingly pushed away with thrusts of her haunches her impatient fair-haired suitor, to whom she seemed to be paying no attention but who could not lodge himself as much as an inch up her cunt without being devaginated again. When he appeared to get impatient with these struggles and at last appeared to be about to secure a firm bridgehead, she said—
'Please wait a moment. I like to be all there when such nice things are being done to me. Whatever you do, don't over-excite yourself because, should you come, I warn you that won't count.'
The teasing tone of her challenge flattered the skirmisher and he withdrew. This enabled us to see a charming prick, well fleshed out, vermilion in colour, full of grace and pulsating proudly in his hand. Still, what a difference there was between it and that of the Knight of Malta. All the same, Félicité did not seem to disdain what was intended for her.
'There, there, my plaything,' she said, patting it amiably. 'In a moment you'll have someone to talk to.' She then turned to us. 'Now I'll leave you; be sure you do nothing unwise.' She smiled at her impatient fucksman. 'Now I'm all yours.'
At the same time, she threw herself on the mattress and supported herself only by the heels and the nape of her neck, so that her body formed an arch with her cunt standing prominently on guard. She seized the shaft threatening her with one hand and threw out this boastful challenge to it:
'Just now you occupied it by treachery; this time it braves you face to face. Let us now see which of the two will sustain the assault better.'
The proud engine had already disappeared; two shakes of the hips and it was implanted to the very roots. Their lively movements, their kisses, their loving words, in a word their utter bliss, added to our own delight. I passionately desired my Adonis and he me; I took him in my arms and I was re-entered... I imitated Félicité in everything without leaving out the slightest detail; I kissed, I bit, I moaned, I jigged up and down... This time I experienced the incomparable delight of being well and truly fucked - and fucked completely. Félicité might have worried about it but I wanted to be and my adorable little fucksman, himself, in spite of his alleged principles, did nothing to stop himself gushing all he had into me.
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