ALICE

I used to meet her at dances during the winter. She was a wonderful dancer and a little beauty. Needless to say, holding her in my arms dancing made me wish to know her better. It was not long before little pressures of hands and arms were asking, and answering, unspoken questions. Without a word said, she let me know that some day she would consent to more.

Later, in the spring, we used to go walking together in the hills on pleasant afternoons. We would drive out into the country, hide the car somewhere on a quiet road, and wander off into the fresh green woods. We were fond of a most secluded little glade which we found one day where we often rested, sure of being undisturbed. But Alice, though generous with kisses and dear little caresses, entirely withheld herself otherwise, and I was entirely too fond of her, and too interested in discovering under what circumstances she would give herself, to press matters beyond showing her clearly what I wanted. She quite understood, and 1 knew it was only a question of time until she would be brought to the point of giving me all I asked.

Her surrender came under the unusual circumstances, which I am about to describe. One lovely, warm afternoon in May we found our way to our little glade, but were very much surprised to find two other young lovers there before us. Totally engaged in each other, they did not hear us, and we stealthily withdrew a little distance and sat down in a little pocket among the bushes to see what would happen. Alice,. I could easily see, was very much excited and interested.

The girl was lying on her back in the shade of a tree. The man lay beside her, and their lips were together. We could hear the indistinct murmur of their voices. Hunched up as we two were in our little hiding place, quite close together, I did not find it hard, nor think it wrong, to put my lips to Alice’s. Alice clearly thought my conduct fitting, for she returned my kiss, with interest. The interest was paid in a tiny flutter of her tongue-tip against my lips. Our kiss lasted quite a time.

When we looked again, the scene had changed somewhat. Alice gasped a little, and well she might. The lover was lying on one side, propped up on an elbow, and his free hand was disturbing the formerly smooth folds of his sweetheart’s skirt. Perhaps to keep her attention from what his hand was doing, at any rate to keep her attention divided, as he was kissing her quite ardently. But his hand was under her skirt and had pulled it up so that we could see two shapely legs in pale blue stockings. Two small feet in pale blue slippers (very unsuitable for walking in the hills) were calmly crossed. The lover was caressing the pale blue stockings.

“Peter,” whispered Alice, remonstrating. For as she crouched, somewhat curled up, one very attractive leg, as far as the knee, lay outside of the shelter of her skirt, and my hand rested on the dark green silk that covered it. But her attention must lave been distracted, for after that one remonstrance she leaned forward, her eyes intent on what she might see, while my, hand enjoyed the delightful touch of green silk stretched over a beautifully modeled leg.

I turned from admiring the contours of the dark green leg to see what was happening to the pale blue ones. My hand, not being needed to see with, stayed where it was most comfortable. The blue legs had become most interesting. The skirt had been moved still more the length of the blue stockings was now measurable. Not far above the knee they ended, and considerable was to be seen oft two plump, white thighs, with the hand of the lover tenderly touching and stroking them. The pale blue slippers now lay side by side, and the girl’s two arms, while her legs were being so lovingly caressed, were tight about the neck of her lover, holding his face to hers for kisses.

“Peter!” warned Alice again, in a tense whisper. For somehow, when I turned my eyes from the pretty green leg, my hand, left to its own resources without the guiding eye, had wandered somewhat; in fact, had strayed beyond the green stocking and was thrilling to the touch of soft, warm flesh. Alice stirred a bit, as if impatient, but it was satisfying to note that, in so doing, she thrust her legs still further from under her skirt. On looking to see what change her new attitude had effected, I was overjoyed to see that right dose at hand there was a most enticing bit of plump, white thigh for me to appreciate. Close at hand, indeed; my hand made last to embrace its opportunity in fact to grasp at the unseen, as it felt its unhindered way to discover yet undiscovered pleasures to the touch.

“Pete, look,” whispered Alice again, and we looked. Not fifteen feet away the other pair, unsuspecting still, pursued their own amusement. The girl had moved and her skirt was drawn clear above her waist; her legs were all exposed, and her hips as well. Quite evidently the young lady had worn no panties or drawers! The young lover was sitting up, fussing with his clothing, his eyes enjoying a vision of loveliness. Those two pretty legs were slightly parted now, and such a dear little nest of hair was seen.

“Oh, Pete!” Alice gasped this time, for as the man’s clothing was released hiss sweetheart’s hand reached out and took hold of something. The lover stretched out an instant, wriggled, and one bare, manly leg came out of his trousers, bare, that is, except for shoe and sock. This bare leg was then placed across another bare leg, the man’s between the woman’s, the woman’s between the man’s, and satisfied with this arrangement the lover lay upon his sweetheart, his arms about her, hers about him. They moved delicately, as if rubbing on each other.

I had found Alice’s hand and by placing it in a certain position I showed her that I, too, had something which might be held, should her hand care to hold it. Soon, indeed, she was holding it, and by playing with it as if absent-mindedly she caused me no little pleasure, but her eyes she could not remove from the scene before us.

We could hear soft cooings and murmurs. Alice and I eased to regard the others for a time. She came somehow closer into my arms, lay quite heavily there, in fact, and in so placing herself managed to arrange her clothing so that both her legs lay bare. To my real surprise, Alice too was guiltless of wearing drawers or panties. Much reassured, I let my hands move freely over the delicious surfaces of her thighs and hips. Our lips were fast together, and now I learned how Alice could kiss when really interested. When my hand in its  wanderings encountered certain soft curls, her lips and her tongue assailed me with a quite impetuous ardor.

But curiosity. drew my eyes again to the other lovers. “Look, Alice!” I whispered to her and as we looked our hands became very busy and our eyes drank in a most lascivious sight. Side by side now the girl and her man were sitting, all outer clothing removed from their waists down, and the girl had further so opened her blouse that the dainty breasts lung out. With one arm each embraced the other, and their lips were crushed together. With their free hands they were playing with the most delicious playthings that the hands of man and of woman can touch. The man’s hand was moving between his sweetheart’s parted legs, the girl’s hand held something lard and stiff, which she manipulated gently.

“Oooh!” gasped Alice, and fell to kissing me wildly. Needless to say, I kissed wildly back. Her hand held something hard and stiff, and her treatment of it was as skillful as it was delicious. My hand was between her lovely legs, and the manner in which she received its ministrations showed that I had not forgotten how to play upon that organ which, if properly touched, causes a woman’s body to echo with most delicious harmony.

Alice had at last abandoned her reserve, her withholding of herself. The discovery that she had worn no drawers gave me reason to suspect that this day she had intended from die start to give herself to me before our return. But, as a matter of fact, I had no knowledge based on proof of any kind that she ever had worn drawers when with me or at any time. As a rule, women wore drawers, or panties, or leg-covering of that general character of women in Alice’s status in society at any rate. This I knew from having seen them, from having removed them, in fact, on other and different occasions. It was not, therefore, an altogether unnatural assumption on my part that, under ordinary circumstances, Alice wore them also, and that she did not wear them this day because she had intended to be more than ordinarily gracious and complacent to me.

However, this is all a digression. Alice wore no drawers, and her very lovely naked tights lay exposed to my hands and eyes. But her intentions towards me were slow even more clearly now by her conduct. Somehow, at some time, Alice had had experience. She had learned low to be charmingly wanton without being shameless. Her kisses were delights of art and skill, her movements were delicate and yet effective, her grip on what her fair hand held was possessive without being painful, and her handling of it, without being obtrusive, was obviously intended ultimately to bring it between her legs.

“Pete, darling, look there!” she whispered between her kisses. Our lovers were at last in earnest, the man lying between the girl’s legs, which were embracing and holding him while le moved with vigorous thrusts of his lips. “Peter!” cooed Alice, and “Alice!” 1 cooed back and somehow her weight was upon me, her legs spread far apart, and she took me into herself.

In the course of time we sat up again and looked about. The other pair were sitting up, smiling at us. We were discovered! In our excitement we had moved so that our former shelter no longer concealed us. Either she was accustomed to intimate acts of love with others which I really do not believe, or else she saw at once that we must make tile best of the situation and, perhaps, improve it. At any rate, she laughed quite gaily and stood up, shaking her skirt down do where it belonged. I stood up, too, but not so easily, as my trousers needed attention.

The other man called out, “What luck?”

“Fine,”’ I said, “a bull’s—eye!”

Alice laughed again.

“Same here,” he answered, stepping nearer, “my name’s Bill.”

“Mine’s Pete.” And we shook hands.

“Gladys,” said Bill “here’s Pete and Alice. Come and get acquainted.” So, all introduced, we sat down, Bill and Gladys on either side of me, and Alice on the other side of Bill. We talked a bit, about anything but the events of the past hour, but after a time conversation waned. Bill was whispering to Alice, so I began to whisper to Gladys. What I said was of no importance to the other two, but it made Gladys laugh with her eyes shining. Furthermore, she put out her hand to see if what I had told her was true. Finding that it was, she seemed satisfied and lay back, smiling enticingly. Somehow I found that I was embracing her naked legs. Bill did not seem to care for he was doing the same to Alice!

It was most interesting, to play this way with another man’s sweetheart while the other man played with mine. There lay Alice, who had just given me a delicious half-hour, doing the same for Bill, and believe me I knew that Bill was lucky! And here lay Gladys, giving herself to my caresses as she had given herself to Bill not long beforehand, and believe me, I soon knew that both Bill and I were lucky, twice!

Gladys was not so voluptuously formed as Alice, but she knew her part and made every little movement have just the meaning that it should. Her little breasts were just as satisfactory to my hands and lips as Alice’s fuller ones, and she responded just as delightfully to the skillful touch of my fingers. She was all woman and ended by giving me a most glorious moment as 1 scored another bull’s eye. Unless all familiar signs failed, Gladys received as much pleasure from my success as I did. Bill scored his second center shot almost at the same time. Both girls were flushed and radiant.

“Bill’s bigger,” confided Alice in a whisper as she nestled up against me, “but he hasn’t your finesse, Peter darling. Yet it was wonderful to get that twice. Oh!”

Gladys was whispering to Bill, and I heard his heavier voice whisper back, “I’m glad you liked it, honey” so I guessed that Gladys told him she had been pleased.

Bill produced some liquid refreshment. I don’t drink much, but it was awfully good whiskey, and the little glass went around among the four of us several times. The girls got just a little drunk, and I began to get interested. There is something about taking a girl who is just a little bit intoxicated that is most fascinating. Even the ardent ones become just a bit more so, and the movements of a girl on the way to becoming drunk are most wanton.

It wasn’t so very long before all of us, stimulated a bit, were huddled in a most intimate group. The girls lay all over us two men and kissed us with wet lips. We fondled them and kissed them, on the lips and on the nipples of their breasts, which they had left bare. The whiskey and these caresses soon had their effect. “Pete, what’s that?” Alice exclaimed, and made her eyes round with mocking amazement. For there it was again, as large as ever! “Gladys, see what I found, see what I found!” Alice called, as she unfastened my trousers and held her discovery in her hand. Gladys without a word unbuttoned Bill, and took out what she found. No doubt about it, Bill’s was bigger. But the girls were each satisfied. I know we all four laughed at the picture: two very pretty girls; somewhat flushed with whiskey, their breasts bare, each sitting beside a recumbent man holding in her hand something she never could claim as her own except a man gave it to her. We all took another drink.

Alice was getting very gay and her kisses more and more amorous. She handled me lovingly, and called me, or that part of me which her hand held, all sorts of amusing names. But I was surprised when, with a sudden change of position, she put her head down and began to kiss it. Gladys immediately did the same to Bill. We two men lay there awhile, too contented to speak, and watched our sweethearts kiss and suck us. Alice knew how to use her mouth! I have often wondered, and have never found out, where and how she learned it.

Neither man nor woman could stand that for long. Gladys curled around and got her leg over Bill, and Alice imitated. I soon felt her, after a bit of rubbing, slide down upon me, hot and moist. The girls rode us so, and rubbed upon us as we bounced them with our knees and hips. They laughed and exclaimed and crooned and cooed, each holding the other’s hand as they jounced about side by side on their willing mounts, and they must have given each other some signal, for both sat erect at almost the same moment with that look of wondering delight that lovers love to see on their sweetheart’s faces, and then collapsed together, gasping, as Bill and I rang up our third bull’s-eyes!

It was now getting late. We all promised to meet again, and went our ways. On the road home lying with her head against my shoulder as I drove, Alice made the most extraordinary remark I ever heard from her lips, “Oh, Pete, I’m fucked to a frazzle!” Perhaps she was, then, but after a couple of cocktails and dinner at her house she invited me to her room, and there, on her own bed, and all naked this time, both of us, at her own request... well, the lady used the word first-fucked again!

And as she lay there, stretched out so beautifully and happily naked, when I kissed her good-night and good-bye, she murmured tenderly “Four times in one day, each time a wonder, but, Peter darling, the last was the best!” And as I recall her naked body in my arms, with every fiber leaping with passionate desire, I still think it was the best.

Anaïs Nin and Friends

LA GIOVANE E LA VECCHIA

Tropico del Cancro, di Henry Miller

 Si può perdonare tutto a una fica giovane. Una fica giovane non importa che abbia cervello. È meglio se non ne ha. Ma una fica vecchia, anche se è brillante, anche se è la donna più  affascinante del mondo, non conta. Una fica giovane è un investimento; una fica vecchia è una perdita secca. Tutto quel che possono farti è comprarti roba. Ma non per questo han ciccia sulle braccia e sugo fra le gambe. Non è male, Irene. Anzi, credo che ti piacerebbe. Per te è diverso. Tu non devi chiavarla. Ti puoi permettere di trovarla simpatica. Magari non ti piacerebbero tutti quei vestiti e le bottiglie e cosi via, ma riusciresti a sopportarla. Non ti annoierebbe, te lo dico io. È anche interessante, direi. Ma è avvizzita. I seni sono a posto, ancora, ma le braccia! Le ho detto che un giorno o l’altro ti avrei portato da lei. Ho parlato parecchio di te... non sapevo cosa dirle. Forse ti piacerebbe, specialmente quand’è vestita. Non so...»

«Senti, è ricca, hai detto? Mi piacerà! Non mi importa quanti anni ha, purchè non sia una strega...»

«Non è una strega! Cosa stai dicendo? È incantevole, te lo dico io. Parla bene. Ha anche un bell’aspetto... solo le braccia. . . »

«‘Va bene, se è cosi, la chiavo, se non la vuoi chiavare tu. Diglielo. Ma sil accorto però. Con una donna cosi bisogna andarci piano. Portami da quelle parti e lascia che le cose si combinino da sé. Fammi un mucchio di elogi. Fai anche il geloso... Merda, magari la si chiava insieme... andiamo nei bei posti e si mangia insieme... si va in macchina e a caccia, coi bei vestiti addosso. Se vuole andare ai Borneo, facciamoci portare. Nemmeno io so sparare, ma questo non conta. Non importa nemmeno a lei. Lei vuole soltanto farsi chiavare, e basta. Tu seguiti a parlare delle sue braccia. Mica c’è bisogno di guardarle di continuo le braccia, no? Guarda le lenzuola! Guarda lo specchio! La chiami vita questa? Vuoi continuare a fare il difficile e a campare da pidocchio per tutta la vita? Non hai nemmeno da pagarti il conto dell’albergo... eppure tu un lavoro ce l’hai. Non è vita questa. Non m’importa se ha settant’anni è sempre meglio che questa...»

«Senti, Joe, chiavala tu per conto mio... poi tutto andrà bene. Magari la chiavo anch’io una volta ogni tanto... la mia sera di libertà. Son quattro giorni che non mi faccio una bella cacata. Ho qualcosa che mi punge, come degli acini d’uva...”

«Hai le emorroidi, ecco.»

«Mi cadono anche i capelli... e dovrei andare dal dentista. Mi pare di cascare a pezzi. Le ho detto che bravo ragazzo sei tu... Me lo fai questo favore, eh? Tu non sei tanto difficile, eh? Se andiamo al Borneo, mi passano le emorroidi. Magari mi viene qualche altra malattia... peggiore... la febbre gialla magari... o il colera. Cazzo, è sempre meglio morire d’una bella malattia, che cagare sangue in un giornale, con gli acini d’uva al culo e i bottoni che ti cascano dai calzoni. Io vorrei essere ricco, anche solo per una settimana, e poi entrare in ospedale con una bella malattia, mortale, e aver fiori nella stanza e infermiere che mi ballano attorno e telegrammi che arrivano. Hanno cura di te quando sei ricco. Ti lavano col cotone idrofilo e ti pettinano i capelli. Cazzo, queste cose io le so. Magari poi avrei fortuna e nemmeno morirei. Magari rimarrei storpio per il resto dei miei giorni... Magari paralizzato, costretto nella sedia a rotelle. Ma avrebbero lo stesso cura di me... anche se non avessi più  soldi. Quando sei invalido - invalido vero non ti lasciano morire di fame. E ti danno un letto pulito per dormirei... e ti cambiano la salvietta ogni giorno. Invece cosi tutti se ne fregano di te, specialmente se hai un lavoro. Credono che un uomo dovrebbe esser contento, quando ha un lavoro. E tu cosa preferiresti: restare storpio tutta la vita, o avere un lavoro... o sposare una fica ricca? Tu preferiresti sposare una fica ricca, lo so. Tu pensi soltanto al mangime. Ma supponiamo che tu l’abbi sposata e che poi tu non riesca a fartelo più rizzare - a volte succede — allora cosa faresti? Saresti alla sua mercé. Dovresti mangiarle sul palmo della mano, come un cagnolino. Ti piacerebbe, eh, ti piacerebbe? O forse tu a queste cose non ci pensi. Io penso a tutto. Io penso ai vestiti che mi sceglierei e a posti dove andrei, ma penso anche all’altra cosa. È quella che conta. A che servono le cravatte fantasia e i bei vestiti se non riesci più a fartelo rizzare? Non riusciresti nemmeno a tradirla, perchè l’avresti alle calcagna tutto il giorno. No, la cosa migliore sarebbe sposarla e poi prendersi subito una malattia. Purchè non fosse la sifilide. Colera, diciamo, oppure febbre gialla. In modo che, se succedesse il miracolo e ti fosse risparmiata la vita, tu rimarresti storpiato per il resto dei tuoi giorni. Cosi non dovresti pili preoccuparti di doverla scopare, e nemmeno avresti da preoccuparti della pigione. Lei ti comprerebbe una bella sedia a rotelle con le gomme, e un sacco di manubri e roba dei genere. Magari potresti anche adoperar le mani; voglio dire, quanto basta per scrivere. O potresti anche prenderti una segretaria. Cosa se ne fa uno delle braccia e delle gambe? Non gli servono le braccia e le gambe per scrivere. Ha bisogno di sicurezza, di pace... di protezione. Tutti questi eroi che sfilano in parata sulle sedie a rotelle peccato che non siano scrittori. Purchè si fosse sicuri andando in guerra, di rimetterci soltanto le gambe... purchè si fosse sicuri di questo, io direi, facciamo la guerra anche domani. Me ne strafotterei delle medaglie, se le tengano le medaglie. Io vorrei soltanto una bella sedia a rotelle e tre pasti ai giorno. Poi gli darei io qualcosa da leggere, a quegli stronzi!»

IDA VERLAINE

“SEXUS”, di Henry Miller

  

Sin dall'inizio Ida non mi era piaciuta, non a causa del suo comportamento con Woodruff, ma per istinto. Ida, a sua volta, si sentiva a disagio alla mia presenza. Non sapeva proprio come regolarsi con me. Non la criticavo mai, ma nemmeno l'adulavo; mi comportavo come ci si comporta con la moglie di un amico, e niente di più. Lei non era soddisfatta di un simile atteggiamento, naturalmente. Voleva portarmi nella sfera del suo incantesimo, costringermi a camminare in equilibrio sulla corda come aveva fatto con Woodruff e con altri suoi corteggiatori. Strano a dirsi, non ero mai stato più immune ai fascini di una donna. Me ne infischiavo di lei, semplicemente, come persona, sebbene mi domandassi spesso come potesse essere a letto, per così dire. Me lo domandavo in modo distaccato, ma, non so come, questa curiosità si comunicò a lei, le penetrò sotto la pelle.

A volte, quando passavo la notte a casa loro, ella si lagnava a voce alta, dicendo che non voleva essere lasciata sola con me. Woodruff era in piedi sulla soglia, sul punto di andare al lavoro, e Ida fingeva di essere preoccupata. Io rimanevo a letto, aspettando che mi portasse la colazione. E Woodruff le diceva: «Non parlare così, Ida. Non ti farà alcun male... gli affiderei anche la mia vita».

A volte scoppiavo a ridere e gridavo: «Non stare a crucciarti, Ida, non ti userò violenza. Sono impotente».

«Tu impotente?» strillava lei con simulato isterismo. «Tu non sei impotente, sei un libertino ecco cosa sei.»

«Portagli la colazione», diceva Woodruff, e se ne andava al lavoro.

Ida odiava l'idea stessa di dovermi servire a letto. Non lo faceva per suo marito e non riusciva a capire perché dovesse farlo per me. Consumare la colazione a letto era un lusso che non mi consentivo mai, tranne che in casa di Woodruff. Lo facevo volutamente, per irritarla e umiliarla.

«Perché non ti alzi e non vieni a tavola?» diceva.

«Non posso... ho un'erezione.»

«Oh, finiscila di parlare di queste cose! Non sai pensare ad altro che al sesso?» Le sue parole lasciavano capire che per lei il sesso era orribile, osceno, semplicemente odioso; ma i modi stavano ad attestare tutto l'opposto. Era una cagna lasciva, frigida soltanto perché aveva il cuore di una sgualdrina. Se le facevo scorrere la mano su per la gamba quando mi metteva il vassoio in grembo, diceva: «Sei soddisfatto? Tasta bene, già che ci sei. Vorrei che Bill potesse vederti, vedere che amico leale ha».

«Perché non glielo dici?» le domandai un giorno.

«Non mi crederebbe, il tontolone. Penserebbe a una mia manovra per farlo ingelosire.»

La pregavo di prepararmi il bagno. Ida fingeva di sollevare difficoltà, ma lo preparava ugualmente. Un giorno, mentre, seduto nella vasca, mi stavo insaponando, notai che aveva dimenticato gli asciugamani. «Ida», gridai, «portami qualche asciugamano!» Entrò nel bagno e me li porse; indossava una vestaglia di seta e aveva le calze di seta. Mentre si chinava sulla vasca per mettere gli asciugamani sul sostegno, la vestaglia si aprì. Mi sollevai in ginocchio e le affondai la faccia nel vello. Accadde così rapidamente, che non ebbe il tempo di ribellarsi, o almeno di fingere di ribellarsi. Dopo un attimo, l'avevo assieme a me nella vasca, con le calze e tutto; le tolsi la vestaglia e la gettai sul pavimento. Lasciai le calze... rendevano il suo aspetto più lascivo, più tipo Cranach. Mi ridistesi e la tirai su di me. Era proprio come una cagna in calore, mi mordeva dappertutto, ansimava, boccheggiava, si contorceva come un verme infilzato nell'amo. Mentre ci stavamo asciugando, si chinò e prese a mordicchiarmi la verga; sedetti sull'orlo della vasca e lei si inginocchiò, prendendola in bocca. Dopo qualche tempo, la feci alzare e piegarsi; poi glielo misi da tergo. Aveva una piccola potta succosa che mi si adattava come un guanto. Le morsi la nuca, i lobi delle orecchie, il punto sensibile sulla spalla e, nel ritirarmi, le lasciai il segno dei denti sullo splendido culetto bianco. Non una parola venne pronunciata. Dopo che tutto era finito, andò in camera sua e cominciò a vestirsi; la sentii canticchiare sommessamente tra sé e sé. Mi stupì molto il fatto che fosse capace di esprimere la propria tenerezza in quel modo.

Da allora in poi, aspettava soltanto che Woodruff fosse uscito per gettarmisi addosso.

ESMERALDA

The woman placed the lamp on an old table, descended into the stairway, and closed the trap after her. As her footsteps creaked down the miserable stairs, Phoebus hastened to push the floor bolt in place. The old woman heard the sound, and laughed to herself, saying, “It’s many a lesson master Phoebus will teach her before sunrise.”

And now the officer was alone with the fair prize he had persuaded to come to this secluded garret-with him. Well she knew, virgin though she was, the object of his desire. And now, as she found herself alone with him, in spite of her love for the handsome soldier she was blushing, trembling and confused, as he came from the fastening of the trap and seated himself on a great old chest beside her. Next to the chest was a dingy old bed.

For some moments he held her dainty hand in silence. Her cheeks were flushed and her long drooping lashes shaded her eyes. The officer, to whose face she hesitated to raise her glance, was radiant. A luxurious warmth was already stealing through his eyes which began to grow misty. At last, with trembling voice, she said, “Oh my lord Phoebus. Do not despise me. I feel that I am doing very wrong.”

“Despise you, my pretty child,” he replied, “and why?”

“For coming here with you.”

“On that point, my beauty, we are not agreed. 1 should not despise you, but hate you.”

“Hate me?” she cried, in startled eagerness. “What have I done?”

“For requiring so much urging,” he replied.

.“Alas,” said she, “that is because I am breaking a sacred vow. But what does that matter? Why should I need father or mother now?” So saying, she fixed her large dark eyes upon the captain. She was silent for a moment, then a tear fell from her eyes, a sigh from her lips, and she said, “I love you.”

There was such an odor of chastity, such a charm of virtue about the young girl that Phoebus had not felt entirely at his ease with her. But this speech emboldened him. “You 1ove me,” he said rapturously, and he slipped his arm around her waist. He had only waited for such an opportunity.

“Phoebus,” she said, gently removing his eager hands from her girdle, “I love your name; I love your sword. Draw you sword, Phoebus and let me see it.”

He unsheathed his rapier with a smile. She studied the handle, the blade, examined the letters on the hilt with adorable curiosity, and kissed the sword as she said, “You are a brave man’s sword. I love my captain.”

Phoebus took advantage of the situation to imprint on her bent neck a kiss which made her start up red as a cherry.

‘Phoebus,” she resumed presently, “walk about a little, so that I may have a good look at you, and hear your spurs jingle. How handsome you are!”

He rose and gratified her; he waded about a little, gazing at the fair face and form of the beautiful creature, then he came and sat again beside her. Passion was now beginning to work in him. “How hot and stuffy this old garret is,” he said. “You are lighter clad than I and do not notice, but I am suffocating. This May night is like early summer.” And, without comment from the girl, he rose and took off the heavy collar, belt, sword and outer garments which. the custom of those times prescribed for an officer, and the heavy boots with the jingling spurs, leaving but his knee-length trousers and his long stockings to cover his limbs, while above his waist but a thin under-garment covered his body. Esmeralda started involuntarily as she saw his action, but again relapsed into thoughtfulness. Then he came and sat beside her again, this time very closely. The warmth of her body quickly penetrated the thin garment which he wore, and still further intoxicated him.

Words of love rose to his lips, to which the happy girl listened with increasing delight. Wrapped in her own thoughts, she dreamed for some moments to the sound of his voice. With arm around her waist, unhindered now, he pressed her and again told her of his love.

“Oh, how happy you will be, how happy you will be tonight!” he murmured at last, and gently undid her sash. This rude action startled her from her reverie for a moment, and then she again became pensive and silent. Made bold by her gentleness, he again lovingly pressed his arm around her waist, and then silently removed her girdle. She was still dreaming, and with ardent gaze and trembling hand he began to unfasten her bodice. Hardly was this delightful task half performed when the soft garment began to fall away from the bright neckerchief which it had held in place. The blissful lover, quick to seize the opportunity drew the pin which held the folds of the handkerchief together, raised her slightly from the wall against which she was leaning, and snatched it off. Her lovely shoulders, rosy and polished, shone above the top of her loosened bodice. She started like a -frightened fawn as she realized that his eager eyes were feasting on her nakedness, even so little, but almost as quickly she became dreamy again and let him lave his way.

The captain quickly applied his active fingers to the remaining laces of her bodice and in a moment the task was finished; it was entirely open, and through the filmy gauze of her chemisette he saw the lovely hillocks of her beautiful bosom. With a groan of joy, he slipped the bodice off first one arm, then the other, and madly tossed it away.

Gasping for breath, he devoted his attention to her skirts, eagerly he loosed them. Then he knelt before to remove her slippers. Boldly now, placing his hands under her garments up to her knees, he unfastened her stockings and pulled them both off. She started involuntarily when his hands touched her limbs, but again became passive, though with an ever increasing flush on her cheeks.

Murmuring to her to remain quiet, he rose quickly to his feet and with mad eagerness tore oth his remaining garments. In a trice he was naked, a splendid specimen of manly vigor.

Now he stood boldly before her and said, “Esmeralda, be mine” as he offered her his hands. The dreaming girl was roused from her reverie by the sound of his voice; she opened her eyes wide, saw the ugly red bandage of his lusty manhood before her, and for an instant she hesitated and turned her lead away, the last resistance of virgin modesty not uncommon at such a moment. Then le spoke, with tones tenderly passionate, and nature overcame that momentary hesitation; the inborn desire of the flesh asserted itself; she gazed into his eyes an instant, her own brimming with moisture. His hands were still stretched to her and she rose to grasp them. As she did so, her two loosened skirts fell to the floor, and the gauze of her chemisette, reaching only half way to her knees, was all that covered the trembling beauty He took her hands, and she stepped out of those perfidious garments. Then for a brief instant le gazed into her sweet face, seeing in it the answer to his own glowing passion, then with hands slaking with excitement le undid the fastening of that last garment. It fell open at the neck and one last instant he stopped before the final unveiling of those lovely beauties, and then he pushed the straps off her shoulders. The garment was soft as silk and dropped unhindered to the floor.

His whole body trembled as le looked upon her naked flesh. Her hands and feet were most dainty; her arms and legs exquisitely turned; the rosy freshness of her skin heavenly. With all these, she possessed fullness of breast more voluptuous than classic, and hips of almost Eastern heaviness, withal there was a suppleness and vigor in her appearance that told the practiced eye of Phoebus that here was the richest prize that he had yet been permitted to gather to his arms.

With an effort he restrained himself from seizing her as she stood there with eyes half closed, but le laid his hands upon those polished shoulders, thrilling even at that touch of her fair skin, and exclaimed in a voice broken by passion, “Esmeralda, tell me again that you love me.”

And she, gasping with emotion, cried out, “Oh come, do with me what you will! I am yours. Take me, take everything. What is my mother to me now? You are my mother, for I love you Phoebus, my adored captain, it is I. look at me, it is that little girl who comes in search of you. My soul, my life, my body are yours. I am all yours, my captain. I will be your mistress, your pleasure. Take me, Phoebus, this is all yours.”

As she said this in a voice choked with passion she lung her soft arms around the officer’s neck. She gazed into his face imploringly, her beautiful eyes swimming with tears, and an indescribable smile on her lips. The enraptured captain thought careful not to allow his body to touch hers, pressed his lips to those beautiful shoulders. The young girl, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her head thrown back, trembled beneath his eager caress. Then finally he joined his burning lips to her own and each drank in from the other a long draft of love. They kissed long and deeply, till at last, in a little closer embrace, he allowed her snowy hillocks to be pressed for the first time, though careful not to let his hips reach hers, nor his lustily throbbing tool to scarcely approach her snow-white form. But that pressure of her luscious breasts was a charming introduction, for her, to the beautiful story which she read that night, the first true beginning of that sweet delight of the flesh; the first step in that delicious contact of strength and beauty which ends in the dizzy climax of the supreme inner kiss of Venus triumphant.

And when her breasts joined the thrill of their pleasure to the sweet sensation she was drinking in at her lips, the new delights were too much for the young girl and she leaned heavily against her lover. He understood and led her to the old couch, whose dingy furnishings were now to be the bridal bed of Esmeralda, whose glorious beauty would lend to that old couch the charm of the King’s own.

She lay down upon it and moved toward the back. She knew he would soon be beside her. He stood, partly turned away, for a short time, gently caressing his inflexible rod of steel, burning to posses the treasure house of the lovely maiden. Then he came to the bedside and looked down upon her. With parched lips, distended nostrils, and swimming eyes, he gazed for a brief moment upon the round, full titties, the richly developed thighs, the amply cushioned hips, and, in the midst of this rich whiteness, the mossy nest of dark hair which surrounded the place where soon were to be gratified their now mutual desires.

Her languor gave place to ardor. She opened her eyes, turned slightly toward him, caught his lustful gaze fixed upon her treasure house, and for just one last instant, as she looked upon his rod for the last time before it ravished away her virginity, a slight feeling of dread came over her. Then desire again conquered, she was willing, nay, anxious now to know what were the sensations which this crimson instrument of torture could impart, and she stretched out her arms toward him, smiling.

Instantly he placed himself beside her, quickly slipped one arm beneath her neck and shoulders, clasped the other around her warm body, and drew her full length against him. And she, too, threw her lovely arms around him, pressed her supple form close to his body. Each trilled too greatly for words by that exquisite contact of the flesh, they lay a long time in silence, immovable, only the heaving of their breasts as they were pressed together, and the constant throbbing of his tool extended between his belly and her fair white form, being an exception to that loving rigidity.

Then, after what seemed an age of pleasure as the inexperienced girl was trilled through and through by this embrace, he moved down just a little, placed one leg over hers, and allowed the heat of his tool to nestle in the mossy fringe a little above that spot where their supreme love was soon to be consummated. It was too much for her equanimity; at that near approach of the male engine she cried out and pressed her lot lips dose against him. Firmly she held her body to that steel. Then he, teasingly, moved back a little, but now she pressed close to him as he did so, unwilling to lose any of that contact. They played many times thus. Now the hairy muscular leg of the man would embrace the white fairness of the girl’s limbs, and, when le drew away, she would embrace his in turn. But each was careful not to separate -far enough to take for very long that fiery spur from the mossy nest where its rod lead was buried, only a couple of inches above the amorous lips, beyond which lay paradise. And directly under that mossy covering, already drinking in, through the skin, the magnetism of that lusty steel, was her exquisitely sensitive clitoris, fully distended and throbbing with mad anticipation. The girl was now sighing and moaning with delight, and Phoebus was charmed immeasurably by her delightful beauty and her steady and rapid advances toward the beginning of the real act, which was now at hand. For the heat of her hips covered with perspiration, the sexual odor which her whole body began to give out, the steady pressure of her firm round breasts against him, the moisture which filled her eyes and now and again overflowed on her cheeks, all these things told him that the time for taking full possession of the beauty had come.

Gently le turned her back, still holding her against him though relaxing the pressure upon her love spot as his weight came upon her and he moved his rod backward, so that when he had her upon her back it was poised between the snowy luxuriance c thighs. Quietly they lay again from some time, until she became accustomed to the weight of a man upon her, and realized the fact that the very pressure, upon the breasts of a girl who is not regularly thus treated, is productive of a pleasant sensation.

Then at length, when le thought she was prepared for the great lesson, he gently raised himself slightly and with his right hand sought the love spot and carefully caressed away any hair which might have covered the treasure. Then he moved his lusty tool toward the entrance. With his right hand he pressed it down a little, till it was just at the gateway, then he moved forward just a little more. It touched the moist lips…  another slight movement, and another... a smothered cry from the girl, and his head was inside.

The utmost care was necessary to keep from spending; she had almost overpowered him already by her intense magnetism, so he remained motionless a short time, both hands underneath her shoulders. Absolutely still they lay, though he could distinctly feel the mad beating of her heart. So they remained quiet, till he felt he was fully in control of himself, for he knew what she, in her innocence, did not understand, that a severe trial must come before both their passions could be realized. Her sacrifice of pain must be made before her fruits of pleasure could be gathered.

So now being calmer, he gently began to push his tool into that virgin sheath. She could not remain quiet then, but gasped and moaned with every fresh movement. The distension of her sheath by that fleshly steel caused a continual augmentation of her sensations, which were those of delight only until he had advanced about half the length of that rod, and then she suddenly drew back, involuntarily. He had reached her maiden-head. Now, for the first time, he had to reassure her, telling her there would have to be a little pain before their pleasure could be consummated, but only for this once, and ever after that nothing but joy would attend the operation. With such words he calmed her as best he could, then clasped her soft shoulders and made his first charge, a rather strong one, at the barrier. It held firm, but the girl cried out in pain. He knew it was useless to talk her any more, for the deed had to be done, regardless of the pain, before they could complete their divine union. Again he drew back slightly, and pushed against the membrane. It still held, and poor Esmeralda cried aloud. Another backing, another push of the tool, and another failure, but now the poor creature was frightened.

“Oh, Phoebus, spare me,” she moaned, “spare me. “Oh, I’ll do anything for you, but let me go. Oh, please let me go!”

He knew he could not, for it would have to be done some time if he released her, and she would be too frightened some other time to undergo the ordeal. So he waited a little, and pleaded with her, cheered her as best he could, and tried to calm her fears, though he was not entirely successful.

But when she was somewhat quiet, he again, without speaking, braced himself for a fourth trial. His hot hands clasping her shoulders again, le drew his horn back half an inch from the bar, and charged it again. Again no result, except a scream of pain  from the panting girl, and though her fair arms clung around him, she bitterly lamented her fate now. But he, in silence, drew back again. A fifth ram, and only more cries and sobs. Oh, how he pitied the poor lamb to whom he was forced to be so cruel. Tears stood in his own eyes as he raised his head and looked down into her dear face drawn with pain, the lovely eyes dim with crying, and he sank down and poured his own tears upon her neck. But nature roused again. Again he drew back his thus far bathled tool. Over half an inch away he stopped and gave another push, but oh, unhappy girl, only her sad cries were the result;

“Oh, my darling Phoebus, 1 can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t! I can’t! Please, please, let-me go. Oh, Phoebus, please help me, please! Please!”

But he did not answer. He felt the poor girl’s agony must be ended, at any price; he could not endure those pitiful cries. There was but one way, and that was the right way, cruel though it might be. He put his hands quickly under her shoulders harder than ever, he drew back over an inch from the barrier and braced his sturdy legs hard against the chest. The unhappy girl sobbed aloud as he did so, but le was adamant; and this time his rod was adamant, too, for he gave a massive thrust, its hard head struck the bar vigorously so that it broke, and the impetus of his stroke caused him to pass a good inch beyond it as the poor creature screamed aloud again and again. Had one outside listened, he would lave thought the unhappy lass was being severely punished instead of being prepared for the consummation of the greatest happiness tat could come to her: Her pain, however, was most real, and for a long time after the conquering of her last resistance she lay there and sobbed and her dear body quivered with emotion.

But all tings have an end, and eventually she became calm. He encouraged her all he could, and gradually nature began to instill passion into her veins again. He moved slightly in that clasping sheath, and the healing oil with which he had anointed his tool before possessing her had done its work, and soon the motion gave her only pleasure. The instant she realized that, her passion increased rapidly, and soon he felt emboldened to push on toward the goal. As he advanced further into her treasure house, the pressure upon her mount of Venus became heavier; the exquisitely sensitive organ which lay beneath that mossy hillock was forcibly diminished in size, and every added pressure upon it added to her sensations of delight.

Now both were eager for the climax. The ever increasing heat of the beauty, only temporarily subdued, caused in Phoebus an irresistible desire to try the powers of the fine white body he embraced, and to bestow upon the lovely virgin the first burning stream of passion from a man’s loins, while as for Esmeralda, now that the pain was over, she was not only sexually anxious, but mentally curious to know the manner in which that rod would operate to end forever her state of maidenhood.

He took a firm hold beneath her soft shoulders, this time to give her the most divine pleasure, she knew it, and wrapped her lovely arms tightly, one around his neck, the other just below his shoulders. An observer would have noted the ecstatic look on her face as he stiffened his arms, pressed his legs against the old chest, and pushed his rod of steel deeper within that tight sheath. Then, for the first time, those maiden lips which guarded her supreme sanctuary felt the touch of a man; from head to foot the virgin trembled at that first kiss, crying out with joy. For an instant, fearful of too sudden a result, he drew back slightly, then, when each had recovered from the first shock, he again placed the head against the sanctuary. And now, from the conjunction of those parts, a thrill of delightful sensation began to flow back and forth between them. Rising from her virgin lips as they were pressed by that hot head, she could feel a thrill of exquisite pleasure rush up through her spine to her brain, most beautiful visions passing before her eyes as she felt it descend again to her treasure house and flow in an electric current into his iron spur. She could feel him quiver slightly as it mounted to his brain and filled him with the glorious bliss it had her. Again and again it flowed back and forth from one to the other, and with each return to her body it was more intense, more delightful than before. The more tightly she wrapped her arms about him and pressed her fine legs dose against him, the higher rose her pleasure. Still more rightly she clung to him, and quicker and quicker came her hot breaths. He exerted every effort of will to prevent throwing the rush of his passion into her as she panted and quivered and clasped him, and suddenly, as he expected, her arms and legs relaxed, the rigidity of her form was gone in an instant, and she lay perfectly quiet. He raised his head. Her eyes were half closed, her cheeks crimson with passion, and she was giving up the first tribute of her fountain of love. It was her virgin oil, this time, which never can flow but once, that was pouring from her cup to anoint the conquering instrument of the lucky Phoebus. Very quickly he felt its effect on the head of his tool and with difficulty he restrained himself. His breath came quicker; his hips began to twitch m spite of himself, so eager were the driving muscles to ram the beauty. Now his head was bathed in the steady flow, and every instant it sent a deeper burning thrill through his nerves. He could nor last much longer but now the girl was fast recovering her strength. He raised his head once more. She opened her eyes wide. They were brimming over again, but this time with the intoxication of her present and anticipated happiness. She wrapped her glorious arms around him once more; she again pressed her ivory legs close against his. Her virgin tribute to her lover had been paid, and now she was eager to give up that virginity.

With a mad cry he tightened his arms, he stiffened his legs against the chest, and he pushed the ravisher against the thrice willing victim firmly.

The sight of those two white bodies in that divine embrace was indescribable.

With every nerve and muscle tense, they strained their eager forms together.

There was one last supreme instant of silent immobility, of exalted anticipation. Then a mighty throb shook the whole length of that vigorous tool, nestled in her virgin lips.

She realized the climax was dose at hand.

They gasped, once, for breath.

A second throb, stronger than the first... the seed was near the goal.

The secret of life came to her. For with the third magnificent convulsion her purity was gone forever and the divine glories of heaven itself were hers. She screamed aloud as she felt that first destroying and revivifying blast of passion’s substance, the happiest cry a man can hear, that of the despoiled virgin who is happy.

He had cried out, too, a sound strange to her. A girl hears it only once, the rejoicing in the delighted ravishment of a virgin eager to learn all that life has in store for her.

A second massive stroke dashed its hot fluid all over the deflowered place, and she again cried in ecstasy, but this time her cry was that of knowledge gained, and desire consummated.

Then as his lusty strokes continued, pouring their hot cream upon her, she began to struggle with pleasure under its lashings. She cried aloud again and again, “Oh, Phoebus, please let me go. Let me go. Let me go! You are killing me, Phoebus. Oh Phoebus, I love you, I love you! I love you so! Oh, Phoebus, please let me go. Please!”

The lover had heard such words before, though surely never from as charming a creature as this. He began to bend his back slightly and move his horn forward and back. The motion was maddening to the already agonized girl. She cried our in supreme passion as he thus tortured her. He rammed a little harder, and again, sweet music to his ears, she moaned our, “Oh, Phoebus; my love, let me go. Please! Please! Oh, my love, my Phoebus, what are you doing, what are you doing to me? Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me. Oh, don’t! Oh, please, please don’t!”

She swooned away as his arrack ceased. Her defilement was complete.

Slowly they returned to earthly consciousness; gradually the fierce bear of their passion cooled. But for some time the fair bride of love clung closely to the man who bad violated her chastity, and then after many a whispered word of love was exchanged amidst her happy sighs, he gently disengaged her fair arms and carefully withdrew.

As she lay there, her bosom was still heaving with the rush of her feelings. The beautiful round globes which had seemed so lusciously large when the flimsy chemisette fell from them were well pressed down from the attack they had experienced. Her eyes were still staring; her disheveled hair lay round her shoulders; her fair, round arms lay quiet at her sides. In that short space of time, long as it has taken to tell it, she had been transformed. Bur her thoughts, when thoughts returned, were nor of regret. The world had revealed itself to her in a new light, and she, though physically fatigued for the moment, was supremely happy. The modest, trembling confused virgin who had entered that garret so short a time before bad been touched by the magic wand of man’s strength, and now she lay there bolding in her treasure house, so ruthlessly violated, the invigorating seed of her lover’s loins. Her maiden purity was gone, bur she realized from that one blissful experience the wealth of her own charms, and knew what they meant to a lover, and was nor aggrieved at the discovery.

After a time she rose from the bed for a few moments, and then, she was ready, came in her sweet nakedness back to it, and lay down again. Well she knew that their night of love had only begun; that soon again her gallant lover would seek her fair body for their mutual delight.

When Phoebus approached the bed, she turned first her shining dark eyes, then her lovely white body, freely toward him with very different feelings from those with which she had met him the first time.

His strength bad returned and he gazed with sensual eye upon the loveliness of the girl he had so madly violated. And the appeal of those shining eyes, those warm lips, those lovely titties, those ivory legs, those sweet white arms, those ample hips, and that dark nest of love in the midst of that white voluptuousness, could nor be resisted. He quickly lay down beside her, and they closely embraced again. Again and again he kissed her hot lips. This time it was not a novice bur an ardent young beauty that he clasped in his arms. She had tasted the luscious fruit, foolishly called forbidden, and was soon eager to repeat the feast. Nature urged her on; the hot breath and lustful kisses of her lover roused her desire to draw from him gain a tribute of his strength to her beauty. His animation was heightened by the increasing warmth of the happy girl, who now lay panting on his breast, half on top of him, offering herself again to be loved. Again his organ pressed against her fair body. Her animated curiosity, now no longer restrained by modesty made her bold enough to slip her dainty hand down and grasp the lusty instrument which had violated heir virginity. She wrapped her soft fingers around it and squeezed it gently. She ran her hot hand down to his hairy storehouse and grasped it in her warm clasp. Several rimes she pressed the hairy nuts in her unaccustomed hand. You must pardon her, fair reader for she had never- seen a man all for herself before, and her interest in his make-up was perfectly natural. She pressed, as I have said, the hairy balls in her dainty fingers, the hot head of his throbbing rod lying along her soft, white arms as she did so. And with every pressure of the bag, drawn up tightly as it was, a thrill went through him from head to foot. She noted this, and laughed at his uneasiness. He was soon trembling with passion, and mad to mount her. Convulsively his hips began to work the tool up and down against her lovely arm as he held her against her.

She knew what that movement meant now, and she would nor have that treasure seed spilled, except just as nature intended it. She instantly let go his bag, took her hand away, clasped both arms around his neck, and crowded her luscious hips against his tool. Clinging together, she turned on her back. She cried with joy as the pressure came on her mons veneris. Once more his band sought the love spot, and with breathless eagerness she remained in absolute silence while be pressed his bead for the second time against her outer lips. Eagerly they welcomed the steel spur now, not a stranger, nor a ravisher, this time, but a loving friend in the fair one’s distress.

With delicious cries of happiness she received it as it entered her hot sheath and advanced toward her sanctuary, unhindered now by any barrier; nothing but delight was hers and his as closely her arms wrapped around his body. She was nor merely receptive now, she was eager to assist.

And her lover, overjoyed with the ardor of the young beauty, desired this time to bring the passionate bliss to a still higher plane than before, gratifying his lust with the most extravagant sensations which her richly developed hips and hot temperament could be made to afford.

He advanced upon the fair girl and soon his head nestled in her cup again. He pressed his raging head upon those lips, and thrills of delight again and again flowed between them just as before. From her flushed face to the tips of her dainty feet she was happy, and in the center of all sensations, between her fine legs, seemed to rest all the blessings of paradise.

And now he told her that their passion this time must rise to greater heights than at first; that with her assistance, they would climb to the most dizzying summits of ecstasy. The young girl, already brimming with passion, listened to his words with thoughts which cannot be described. She had learned all there was to know; she did nor realize that she had for her lover a man of great experience in the art of love. If there were greater delights than she had experienced the first time, she did nor think she could endure them, bur she determined to try and as she found our, her powers kept her with him to the last.

He slipped his hands now under her hips, her plump buttocks pressed heavily upon them, and began gently to stroke her. She put both hands around his neck. He pressed her hips rightly with his strong hands, and, at his direction, she curved her back somewhat helping to raise her hips. For quite a little time they did this, she thrilling with joy at every stroke. Assisted by his hands as be stroked, she lifted her hips to meet him, and soon they were rocking in blissful union. The delightful girl was quivering already with passion, bur her good sense told her to be as calm as she could and enjoy it as long as nature would possibly allow. So for many strokes they rose and fell together, though the passion of both was steadily rising. Finally she began to cry out with the sensation, and as he was fearful of her passion oil flowing, they rested.

Quiet they lay, and the observer would have seen as Phoebus whispered to her that he spread his legs somewhat, though still keeping them firmly against the chest. Then he would have seen her raise her lovely legs and cross them over his, her shapely calves resting on the back of his hairy limbs, her dainty feet together. And when he felt that sweet, smooth flesh pressing upon him, a rush of passion dashed over him and he drove his angry rod tightly into the cup of the beautiful creature. Thrilled instantly by the magic pressure, she trembled in his grasp. She clung to him an instant more tightly, and then, with moans of delicious pleasure, she opened the rich fountains of her treasure house and madly poured her oil upon that straining bead. Prepared this, she did not relax so much this time as at first, bur much of strength remained. Abundantly she poured our her glorious oil, and quickly her full animation was at their mutual service.

Each knew that now the dizzy heights were to be reached.

Well nigh crazed already by the passions each had roused in the other, they pressed their panting bodies together with immense eagerness.

More tightly, if possible, be wrapped his arms around her steaming haunches.

Nervously she slipped her arms down around the middle of his back, pulling him upon her with all her strength.

Tighter she pressed her exquisite calves and polished legs against his straining muscles.

And when that embrace was tightest, he began to drive his rod against her cup.

It was the beginning of the mad rush to heavenly joys.

She curved her supple back and came up with every stroke. They rocked up and down for about a score of strokes, until he knew that now it must be.

He told her what to do.

Instantly she reversed her ardent motions.

Se stayed up, after she had rocked up with him, till he drew back.

Then, as he drove into her, she came down against him.

At the very first thrust, she screamed aloud.

How could any girl endure such an attack?

Again he dew back. Again she rose. Again be came nearly to the outer lips. Again he drove. Again her scream of delicious agony resounded through the room.

It was raking every conceivable effort of willpower for him to hold off so long.

For the fourth time, he pulled back, and once more he rammed and she came to join him; once more his head ran the torrid length of that oily sheath and, crammed hard against the cup.

She cried out harder than ever. She was sobbing, too, bur with consuming passion.

Suddenly from her womb poured forth a second spending, but it did nor weaken her.

His head tasted her spending and instantly sent the message to his brain and all over his whole nervous system.

She was a beautiful demon of crazed womanhood; her whole soul was centered in her maddening sensations of passion.

Seven times he drew back and rammed the whole length of her oily cavity with one lusty movement. He understood her.

She reached down still further. She grasped his haunches. She strained her calves harder against him.

He wrapped her hips in a mighty grip as she held her lovely hack in a rich curve.

She exerted every muscle of her glorious arms and legs to pull him up harder against her thighs.

In that supreme embrace, they reached the heights of paradise.

Without a preliminary throb, bur with a mighty rush of scalding sperm, in the very fist stroke of that maddening climax, the mighty realization of their desires was inaugurated.

With a wild cry, their very souls rushed into mutual ecstasy. Of their two bodies they were now scarcely conscious, for their whole existence centered in that sheath where the culmination of earthly desires was being enacted.

They knew no other sensations save those which emanated from that passion center.

He could only give short rams now, so rightly were they clasped.

Bur the sensations were not intermittent, they were continuous.

Usually the delight in sexual union runs in waves, coincident with the thrusts of the ejaculations, but such were their bodies and their souls that from the time that first immense spurt of seed was thrown upon the already exquisitely tortured cup-the sensation of joy, supreme pleasure, superb intensity of passion, exalted delight of possession, mad delight of realization, the crazed delirium of the union of two such ardent souls - never ceased until long after the mighty rush of passion from the lusty loins of Phoebus into the glorious body of Esmeralda had ended its magnificent flow.

And now we must leave the lovely Esmeralda and the handsome Phoebus to pass the remainder of the night. We have not time to relate, bow after this supreme encounter of passion, they lay long in each other’s arms, enjoying innocent conversation. Both were wearied by that mighty convulsion of their mutual passion, and Phoebus knew, too, that the way to win a repetition of favors is nor to urge them too frequently. Bur before they finally disposed themselves to sleep, their desires reasserted themselves and they again went to heaven together. Then the now tired, bur nor satiated, girl fell asleep, and he soon joined her.

Bur when the next morning’s sun roused them both at once, each looked with delight upon the nudity of the other, and it was not long till interest turned to desire. Her eyes sparkled as she saw his tool raise its head proudly as he gazed upon her naked charms, and, after raking a good look at her vanquisher by daylight, she was nothing loathe to be gathered in her lover’s arms and have that ugly monster concealed from the light within the eagerly encircling sheath of her fair form.

When that charming act was accomplished, they rose and began to pick up their scattered garments which the haste of the night before had left where they might fall. And it took so long to find everything and playfully to begin to dress that his tool became erect again. And she in her chemisette and one flimsy skirt murmured not when he playfully threw her back on the bed, just as she was, opened the chemise and let her glorious bubbies out. He threw her thin skirt up to her waist and buried his amorous rod once more in her delighted cavity, and there, in that unconventional manner, they clung together until nature had had her own sweet way again, with loving Phoebus and lovely Esmeralda.

And how many times this blissful scene was repeated, during the long friendship of those two, I must leave you to guess.

Anaïs Nin and Friends