Parisian Frolics

CHAPTER 4

If from time immemorial the French woman, especially the Parisienne, has enjoyed the reputation of being in love affairs the most agreeable and the most sprightly of her sex, and of knowing how to impart to her favours a piquancy which greatly augments their value, I venture to consider that the Vienna ladies should be allowed to participate in this praise, especially such as have had the benefit of Parisian education, — for their elegance, their air of distinction, their coquetry, their talent for being discreetly provoking, in no way ranks behind their Parisian sisters whom often they surpass in beauty of form and figure. Full of curiosity in all matters appertaining to sexual love, they delight to make a study of them and to lose themselves in dream eroticism, in meditations of the most refined lubricity, — after which they will resume in the easiest manner possible the outward appearance of the most virtuous and well-behaved woman.

Such at all events was Mme. de Schoenfutz. Transplanted from the banks of the Danube to those of the Seine, she had there found so many subjects for amorous study that she did not long live in accord with her legal lord and master; the latter, like a wise man, avoided any scandal by quietly letting her live as she chose while he in turn did as he also pleased.

It was I who was the privileged mortal with whom she took her first lessons in the Art of Love, with whom she made her first studies, — which we did not hesitate to carry on to extremes!

She was a delicious pupil, so full of enthusiasm! I could conduct her and teach her the most outrageous method of unrestrained lust as long as I did so by agreeable and picturesquely amusing paths! — and there was little doubt that I had hit off the right way, as very soon she became most expert!

But everything comes to an end, even such delightful refinements of amorous pleasure. She began to put into practice with others the lessons I had taught her, — while I passed on to the education of other pupils. Since then we had often met — but Our Lady Venus did not receive any sweet sacrifice from us, partly because the occasions were not propitious and time was wanting. Now the attractions of the hunting season had brought us together at the Chateau de V…

My Viennese charmer had become even more beautiful than before; to the charms of her face and figure was now added a certain trick in the way she looked at you, which under the air of distinction nevertheless indicated she was not wanting either in enterprise or audacity. In short I found myself ready if she should indicate that she was willing. But do not think that I imagined that I had only to ask her to let me have (so to speak) my latchkey again. — To have done so would have been both foolish and fatal, for a woman requires to be re-conquered by any man whose caresses she has forgotten. Accordingly I laid siege to her in the regular way, but at first all the encouragement I got lay in vague half-promises, such as "Perhaps!.. if you're very good!" But little by little I made progress, — now snatching a hasty kiss, now a significant pressure of her corsage, sometimes a hand slipped under her clothes but not permitted to!..

One day, we went out fox-hunting. Mme. de Schoenfutz both rode well and looked well on horse-back, having something of the elegance of seat and style of the late Empress Elizabeth of Austria, whom indeed she resembled in more ways than one.

The atmosphere was heavy and thunderous, the heat stifling. The sport was poor. Twice the hounds had to be whipped off a false scent. A state of confusion prevailed, and the riders formed little groups as they watched the proceedings and held themselves ready to gallop off as soon as the signal was given. Presently the sky began to be covered with black threatening clouds which presaged a serious storm. Was it good enough to go on? — wouldn't it be as well to get to shelter? But before any general decision was arrived at, a roll of thunder shook the air and large drops of rain began to fall.

Immediately there was a general skedaddle, — a wild rush for the carriages. Several riders galloped off to the kennels not far off, others to the village of T… The men ceased to chat with their lady friends and with each other, concerned now to make the best of their way to shelter. But M. de Z. (who I suspected to be in Mme. de Schoenfutz's high favour) remained by her and asked her what she proposed to do.

"I'm going back home, "she said.

"You'd much better come to T…, the rain will soon be over and we can then resume hunting."

"Many thanks! in the forest, all dripping! I've had enough for one day already!"

"But really it is not going to be wet."

" Please don't let me keep you from hunting! I'm going off, I hate rain!"

"Then let me come with you! You don't know the road and you will most likely take the longest way round…"

But Mme. de Schoenfutz had galloped off as he spoke! And now I recognised why old Ovid had included the chase among his Remedies for Love! M. de Z… did not insist on following. The lady riders all dismounted quickly and crowded into carriages to drive back to the Chateau, while the men unanimously allowed them to go off unescorted while they themselves made the best of their way to T… to wait there till the rain was over and the hunt could be resumed.

"This is much jollier than with all those petticoats hanging about!" remarked F…, a woman-hating sportsman. "Come along to T… — there's a good hotel there, a good stable, and a good billiard table on which we can have a game while we wait."

"Sorry I can't come, old chap," I replied, — "I must go off to see one of the keepers about a dog. Well's meet presently."

It had stopped raining, but the sky was more threatening than ever. My intention was not to stop at the keeper's but to get off to the Chateau and try and find Mme. de Schoenfutz, — for in such panics, it is seldom that an enterprising gallant does not have some luck, because everybody is too busy looking after himself or herself to notice what any one else is doing. So after a few minutes at the keeper's house, I galloped down a bridle path which was a short cut to the Chateau and led into the road Mme. de Schoenfutz had taken.

As I joined the road I saw some way down a lady riding slowly by herself. It was she! I soon caught her up.

"What! not home yet?" I exclaimed.

"No," she replied. "My horse has a stone in his hoof and I have nothing to get it out with. So I am forced to go slowly."

I had with me the necessary implement and soon put matters right, then remounted.

"Are they all coming this way?" she asked.

"Yes, the carriages are just behind, with all the women inside them."

"Then let us get out of their way, — for if they see me with you after the way I rushed off, they will conclude that our meeting was premeditated."

"You are quite right! Let us ride down here."

As soon as we had got out of sight of any one on the road, I drew alongside my fair companion and slipped my arm round her slender waist, then drawing her quickly to me I kissed her lips ardently.

"Enough!.. enough!" she exclaimed, trying to release herself, "here comes the rain!"

"I don't mind the rain as long as I have you!" And I renewed my amorous assault, clasping her passionately against me as I kissed her furiously, darting my tongue into her mouth, squeezing her waist with one hand while the other attacked her bosom, her knees, her thighs which I felt and pressed through the cloth of her habit. So impetuous was my attack that I nearly caused her to fall off her horse.

"Oh!.. oh!.. what are you doing! — is it the storm that has made you so mad?"

"Yes!.. yes! a storm of love and desire! I am full of love's electricity, like the clouds."

"And so you want me to be your lightning-conductor! but I thought I had become incapable of electrifying you to such an extent."

"You know well that you are to me what no other woman can be. And if you would like a proof of your power over me…"

"As a matter of fact, folk that have known of our old liaison suspect me now to be with any one but you."

"But you haven't answered my question! Do let us take advantage of our security! Let me prove to you that you have electrified me to the uttermost of my capacity! Will you?… may I?…"

"Well… yes I… but you're not allowing for the storm!"

As a matter of fact the rain now had begun to come down heavily, rain that clears the air but which is a horrible nuisance to an out-of-doors rendez-vous without any curtains beyond the kindly trees!

We went off at a gallop down the path. Was it never coming to an end? Soon I noticed that we were going away from our proper course, the fault of our hasty flight. I was somewhat upset by this, but said nothing. We continued to gallop. Presently a signpost came in sight, I rode up to it — the chateau was a good three miles from where we were.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Oh, not far off."

"Then which is the road? This way?"

Just then I caught sight of a shanty (or hut) hidden in the forest. It was a sort of hunting shelter with a lean-to for the horse's. The sight put a droll idea into my mind, — here was a nest for an amorous pair!

At all events it would be only prudent to avail ourselves of this unexpected shelter. We tied the horses under the lean-to, and forcing open the locked door we went inside. We found ourselves in a fair sized room, quite bare except for one or two straw seated chairs and a fireplace. In the ceiling there was a trap door which evidently communicated with a hay-loft.

Hardly had we entered when the rain began to come down in torrents. What we had experienced was nothing to what was now falling, a veritable deluge! I kindled a fine fire in the hearth with the debris and straw I found lying about, — then I took off my coat and hung it across the back of a chair in front of the fire. Mme. de Schoenfutz slipped out of her riding-habit and did the same.

She looked deliciously piquant as she stood thus, decollete, her pretty arms bare, with her riding-breeches, her dainty riding-boots and little man's silk hat!

I gently caught hold of her and drew her against me, — then slipped my hand under her chemisette and getting hold of one of her round full breasts, I drew it out of its hiding place and kissed it passionately. "Suppose some one should come!" she whispered.

"Wait a moment!" I replied, and went out. I brought the horses inside, then barricaded the door, — now no one could possibly suspect our presence, for even the fire (now reduced to a glowing mass) did not throw off any smoke to call attention to human habitation.

"Now we're at home!"

Seated on a chair with Mme. de Schoenfutz on my knee, I surrendered myself to my desires! On her part she abandoned herself entirely to me, returning me kiss for kiss, laughing delightedly at the originality of our situation. She simply adored such situations! By now I had pulled both of her sweet little breasts out of her corset and was kissing them fiercely, — under my burning lips, the pretty little nipples began to swell up and get hard.

"I really believe they recognise you!" she said laughingly.

"Then what about my third little friend, the sweetest, the sauciest, the wickedest of them all!" — and my fingers unbuttoned the front of her biding breeches and slipped inside!

"It's an odd sensation," I remarked maliciously "to find a cunt inside a man's breeches!" And my happy hand set to work to caress and play with the sweet feminine hairs it found, then stole between a pair of soft plump satin-like thighs which it felt and handled, — and then my finger made its way into a certain opening already warm and moist and commenced to play on her little quivering clitoris!..

As her pleasure crept over her, my pretty companion began to become sweetly agitated. Her hand stole towards me; I delightedly guided it. Quickly unbuttoning my trousers I helped her to drag out what she was seeking and what she now had got hold of!

"Just suppose that you had found something like this when you put your hand inside, my riding breeches!" she remarked laughingly.

"What an idea!"

"He recognises me, I'm sure! He wants to see his old friend!"

The way in which we had placed ourselves was not propitious or convenient for the prosecution of our adventures. True pleasure demands horizontal position, — and I, at all events, consider that one only cheats Venus if one sacrifices to her in the odd positions which are only allowable when there is absolutely no help for it. So instead of making her sit astride on my knees (as she seemed to expect) I suggested that I should climb into the hayloft to see whether we could not build for ourselves a more comfortable nest up there.

The ladder was rather rickety, — however I got up all right. The loft was full of hay, sweet-swelling. I quickly persuaded Mme. de Schoenfutz to join me, — but as the ladder was a little short for her I had some little difficulty in raising her off it, she all the time laughing and revelling in the adventure.

"Now, where?" she asked, looking about her.

O delicious question "Now, where?" As much as to say "where shall I place myself so as to let you have me, — to yield myself to you — to let you do whatever you like to me!"

I collected some bundles of hay and soon improvised as excellent couch on to which I gently placed her.

"The mice will see us!" she exclaimed playfully. Then "Oh! this hay is pricking me awfully!"

This I soon remedied by means of my horse rug, — and then we were comfortably installed!

Outside the tempest continued to rage unabated, with loud claps of thunder and torrential rain. My pretty companion however had no alarm, and abandoned herself afresh to me. In the midst of our toyings and handlings of each others persons, I whispered: "Do take this off, — it's only a nuisance!" And I pointed first to her stays, then to her riding breeches.

"You'll do the same?"

"Yes, of course. And at once."

Gracefully she consented to satisfy my prayer, and set to work to take off her breeches, or rather her cloth knickers buttoning at the knee. When she had let then fall I helped her to draw her legs out of them and to pass them over her little patent-leather riding-boots, a task I took care not to accomplish without availing myself of the opportunity to effect sundry little ticklings and indiscreet touchings which provoked from her little screams of laughter.

"I'm going to keep on my hat," she said, "for my hair is damp and I would never be able to get it into order again!"

Oh! how bewitching she then looked! — and what a piquant costume! She stood in her chemise with her silk riding at on, and her patent-leather riding boots half-way up her calf, the rest of her leg being covered with a grey silk stocking fastened above the knee with a rose coloured garter!

I dropped on my knees in front of her and pressed my lips upon a forest of golden hairs through which I tried to insert my tongue…

"No, no," she exclaimed, drawing herself back a little, — "not standing upright!" Then she lay herself down, — and pleasure invaded the pair of us!

Her chemise I had turned back and the whole of her lovely body was now exposed! I showered kisses all over it, but especially all about her thighs, between which I then recommenced my sweet occupation in a less unfavourable posture than before. My skilful tongue soon sent her out of herself I — her stomach heaved agitatedly, then jogged itself spasmodically upwards as if loth to lose a single touch of my tongue!

Pleasure communicated demands reciprocity! This was always our rule and practice in the days when she was taking lessons from me in the Art and Practice of Love. Without arresting my ministrations, I placed myself in a position that I knew would recall to her our old conventions I Her soft hand showed me that she understood, as it gently seized the object I had placed at her disposal; I then brought myself still nearer, so that her mouth had even less distance than before to travel in order to carry out its sweet duty.

"No, no I that won't do!" she softly exclaimed, — " you will disarrange my hair! Let me come on top of you!" — and she gently freed herself in order to do so.

She took my place, put herself on top of me, turned without hesitation her lovely bottom towards my face, — and then lowered herself till her delicious slit rested on my mouth! And immediately I felt my member kissed, caressed, — handled, — then sucked in the most delightful fashion, I responding by furiously thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her throbbing quivering cunt!

The storm, the hunt, — all were completely forgotten! What ecstasies we were revelling in!.. what delirious transports!.. what zest she was putting in her suction of me! My lessons had borne wonderful fruit!.. And I, with what fury I thrust my tongue into the grotto of love that was palpitating on my lips!.. how I licked, sucked, nibbled!.. But I began to feel I was…

"Diana!.. Diana!.. stop!.. stop!.. I'm coming!.. coming!"

Alas! — too late! A suction more subtle and overpowering than anything that had preceded it deprived me of the power of moving! — and my boiling discharge shot into the sweet mouth of my companion!

Shocked by such a catastrophe, I feared a legitimate punishment. But nothing happened! To cover my fault, I continued to pass my tongue into and over Mme. de Schoenfutz' cunt till she lay motionless! Perhaps my now somewhat calmed ardour was expressed by my tongue! Perhaps my lovely companion herself had spent deliciously! Presently I began to make my apologies.

"My sweet Diana, really I beg pardon…"

She made no reply, — but raised herself off me, rosy red, approached me as if to kiss me, — put her lips on mine… and spat into my mouth the liqueur she had been storing so carefully in hers! Then shaking with laughter she remarked wickedly, "There, you've got it all back!"

Delighted by so happy a solution, I caught hold of her, captured her bottom, raised her, chemise, and set to work to slap her playfully, but not for long — for I bent down and covered her charming hemispheres with numberless kisses.

Before long, thanks to a thousand erotic follies, the standard-bearer of my desires — the "Leader of the shocking party" (as a witty English girl once called it) became again rampant and erect. This time we gave the preference to a sacrifice to Venus in the ordinary method; for however delicious may be other postures and the other ways of performing the act of fucking, they are more or less hors-d'osiwres, tit-bits, rather than a substantial meal.-But owing to her hat my partner took the upper place, — and very soon, clasped in each others arms, lips against lips, my prick penetrated into the sweet opening already lubricated by my kisses and tonguings!

Just then the rain came down with an intensity hitherto unequalled, as so often happens towards the end of a storm. Mme. de Schoenfutz began to squirm and wriggle in a most extraordinary way, — it was with the greatest difficulty that I managed to keep her impaled on my prick in spite of my hands being firmly pressed on the two charming rotundities which women so love to exaggerate in their toilettes.

"The rain is coming through, "she explained, I can feel some drops just in the small of my back. Oh! there's one!

"Shall we change places?"

"No!.. No!.. oh! there's another, just between the cheeks of my bottom! Oh! how it tickles!" And again she squirmed and wriggled in the most voluptuous way as she lay on me!

The rain was really coming through the roof. But what did we care! The blissful ecstatic crisis was approaching! — our breath mixed on our humid lips! — I began to feel that I could not hold back my boiling discharge for long! Among our mutual understandings, it was decreed that I was not to deposit my tribute of love inside the shrine (whichever it might be) into which I had been permitted to perform my worship. My recent infraction was one which would carry no grave after-consequences, — it was only perhaps an offence to shame; but if I now should repeat it the result might be most serious and in fact might damage Mme. de Schoenfutz's reputation! So I murmured in her ear softly that I was getting to the end of my powers of self-control, that I must soon… spend!.. that something was just… coming! and that I must withdraw my prick while I was sufficiently master of myself to do so!

"Wait!.. wait!.. one moment!.. I'm… finishing… also!.. "she gasped brokenly as her movements on me accelerated, accompanied by convulsions of pleasure!.. A few ecstatic thrills, and then the sudden relaxing of her body announced that her blissful crisis had come and gone! — that she had spent!.. Then promptly I withdrew my prick out of its sweet nook and… discharged!.. not wasting my ammunition however, as I slipped my rampant prick between the quivering globes of her bottom and inundated the charming valley that lay between them with a deluge of another sort to what had come from the roof!

"Oh I… oh!.. "she ejaculated, "it has reached right up to my back!.. it's much warmer than the rain!"

After we had crept down again, we found our garments quite dry. I helped my companion to dress.

"Is my hair much tumbled? I expect you've rumpled it horribly!"

"No, not at all. It's all right. "And I kissed her tenderly.

She drew out of her pocket a little powder box and passed the puff lightly over her face.

"You Viennese ladies are very fond of rice powder!" I said.

"O yes. I use it all over me!"

"Don't I know it?" I replied maliciously.

"Oh! you wretch!"

We remounted our horses. The rain had ceased; the forest was full of the delightful fragrance which leaves give out after a shower.

Our road back took us close to a keeper's house where we made enquiries about the hunting and were told that it had not been recommenced. Just then a group of horsemen came up from T… where they had taken shelter; among them was M. de Z… We joined them.

"So you took refuge here?" he enquired of me.

"No, not I, Mme. de Schoenfutz did. I came by just as she was remounting. I stopped with the keeper, Jean."

In the drawing-room the same evening, the conversation turned on the storm and the interrupted hunt, and everyone told how he or she had fared while sheltering.

"In the house I was in," said Mme. de Schoenfutz, "they made me taste a sort of white sauce… You know it!" she added looking at me!

"Oh, yes!" I stammered, staggered by her audacity, — "as I was passing you called me in!"

"Yes, that was so, and I made you try it. but you did not seem to fancy it!"

Her coldness simply dumbfounded me!

Then they all began to discuss what it could have been; every one expressed some opinion, but an old maid insisted that she knew it.

"Of course it was only milk thickened with maize powder! When it is warm and not too thick, it is very nice!!"