Memoirs of a young Rakehell

CHAPTER THREE

BUT THEN WE REALIZED that the bell which had just rung was not for us, but to call the servants to lunch. And since we were respectable, we were in no special hurry to leave, since anyone coming upon us there would have had absolutely no inkling of what we had just been doing.

The noise we had heard close by had come from beyond the garden. We soon saw that the voices belonged to some servant girls who had been working in the fields directly behind the garden. But since the servants' lunch began only fifteen minutes after the first bell, we could watch their sport.

It had rained the night before. The freshly plowed earth clung to the girls' feet, and their skirts – in truth they each appeared to be wearing only one – were extremely short, reaching barely to their knees. They were not extraordinarily pretty, but they were nevertheless sturdy sun-tanned peasant girls, whose ages ranged between 20 and 30.

When they reached the spring they sat down on the grass along the bank on the stream and dipped their feet into the water.

As they bathed their feet they set to chattering like a flock of magpies.

They were directly in front of us and not 30 feet away. The contrast between their bronzed calves and white knees was clearly visible, and in some cases even the hint of the thighs.

Berthe did not seem to be enjoying this spectacle in the least, and began tugging on my arm for us to leave.

But then we heard footsteps close by and saw three hired men approaching along a little path which ran beside our hiding place.

Some of the girls set to arranging their clothes when they saw the men approaching, and in particular one girl whose coal-black hair and clear gray roguish eyes led one to believe that she was of Spanish descent.

The first of the hirelings, a dull-looking clod, took no notice of the women's presence and, standing directly in front of our hiding place, unbuttoned his trousers to pee.

He took out his member, which looked much the same as mine, except that his glans was completely hidden. He uncovered it to piss. He had lifted his shirt-tail so high that the hair surrounding his genitals was visible. He had also pulled his balls out of his trousers and was scratching them with his left hand while holding his member in his right.

I was as bored by all this as Berthe had apparently been when I had pointed out the peasant girls' calves to her, but now she was all eyes. The girls pretended not to notice him. The second hired man likewise unbuttoned his trousers and brought forth a prick which was smaller than his companion's, but brown and half-uncovered. He began to piss. At that the girls all burst out laughing, and their shrieks grew even more hilarious when the third also assumed the position.

By this time the first fellow had finished. He uncovered his prick completely, and shaking off the last bit of dew, bent his knees slightly to replace the package in his pants. In so doing he let fly a clear, emphatic fart and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction which set the girls to laughing even more.

The hilarity increased when they noticed the third fellow's joy-stick.

He had placed himself on a slope, so that we could see both his member and the peasant girls seated beyond.

He raised it skyward and sent his fountain arching high. The girls' laughter reached a new pitch. Then the men approached the maids, and one of the latter began to splash water playfully on the stupid-looking hired man. The third man remarked to the brunette who, upon seeing the men arrive, had settled her skirts:

"A lot of good it does you to hide it, Ursula. I've already seen that article you hold so dear."

"There's plenty of things you haven't seen yet, Valentin! And a lot you'll never see," Ursula replied coquettishly.

"Oh you think so, do you?" said Valentin, who was now standing directly behind her.

And seizing her shoulders he forced her backward to the ground. She tried to remove her feet from the water, but neglected to keep her light skirt and blouse from billowing upward, so that she wound up in the same position as my sister had been in a little while before. Unfortunately, this enjoyable spectacle lasted only a few seconds.

But it had nevertheless lasted long enough for me to see that Ursula, who had already shown herself to be the proud owner of a pair of splendid calves, also possessed a pair of thighs which in themselves were worthy of the highest honors, and buttocks whose cheeks left absolutely nothing to be desired.

Between her thighs, at the bottom of her belly, lay a bush of dark hair which extended far enough to envelop both pretty lips of her cunt. But there the hair was more sparsely scattered than above, where it covered an area whose dimensions my hand would scarcely have sufficed to cover.

"You see, Ursula," said Valentin, by now quite excited, "now I've seen your black marmot."

And without flinching he took the series of blows and insults which the girl, now really angry, rained upon him.

The second hireling wanted to pull the same stunt with another of the girls as Valentin had tried with Ursula. This second peasant girl was fairly pretty. Her face, neck and arms were so covered with freckles that it was almost impossible to distinguish the real color of her skin. Her legs were also freckled, but the freckles there were larger and more dispersed. She had an intelligent look about her; her eyes were a deep brown, her hair red and crinkly. She wasn't really pretty, but nevertheless a tempting enough morsel to give a man ideas. And the hired man Michel seemed to have a few. "Helen," he said, "you should have a red mound. If it proves to be black, that means you've stolen it somewhere."

"Dirty dog!" spat the lovely peasant girl. He grabbed her as Valentin had done.

But she had had time to get to her feet, and instead of getting a glimpse of her pretty mound, Michel received such a storm of blows full in the face that he must have seen all the planets and half the stars.

The other two girls joined in the fracas and began to pummel him.

But at last he broke away and, pursued by the three girls' mocking laughter, ran to catch up with his companions.

The girls had finished bathing their feet and had left. Only Ursula and Helen remained, and they were getting ready to go.

They were whispering together. Ursula burst out laughing and, wrinkling her forehead, made a wry face. Helen was looking at her and nodding her head in assent.

The former seemed to be thinking over what Helen had told her. Helen shot a glance around her to make sure that everyone had left, then quickly lifted her skirts in front and, holding them high with her left hand, slipped her right hand between her thighs at the spot where one could see the forest of red hair. By the movement of the hair, which was much thicker than Ursula's, one could see that she was squeezing her love lips between her fingers. Ursula was watching her intently. Suddenly a stream shot forth from the bush; instead of failing straight to the ground, it arched and described a half circle in the air. Both Berthe and I were astonished to see it, for neither of us had ever imagined that women could piss like that.

Ursula likewise seemed surprised, and apparently wanted to try it herself, but she gave up the idea, for just then the second and last bell for lunch rang, and the two girls set off posthaste.