Memoirs of a young Rakehell

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 uncovered 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.

"Elise, marry Frederick, and you, auntie, marry Mr. Franck. I'll be your best man."

On the morning of the following day the door opened and Ursula entered. She also was pregnant. I advised her to marry the bailiff's cousin who'd been making cow's eyes at her, and I promised to stand as godfather to her child. Then I undressed her and licked around her cunt and buttocks. I washed myself with eau-de-cologne and had her lick my arse, which trick so excited me that I fucked her with a gusto that made her hair tremble on the bed.

These marriages soon took place. All's well that ends well, and I continued sleeping with the members of my harem, each in her turn. Each knew what I was doing with the others and they were all sympathetic.

Ursula soon gave birth to a boy, and shortly afterwards Elise and my aunt to girls. I became godfather to Ursula's Roger, Elise's little Louise and my aunt's little Anna on the same day, all children of the same father, though they will never know it.

I trust that I shall have many more, and in doing so I shall be fulfilling my patriotic duty, that of increasing my country's population.