School life in Paris

LETTER V

My dear Ethel,

Since my last letter we have had our halfterm " exam," which is a short holiday lasting from Saturday morning to Tuesday evening. To my-great delight Edith very kindly got her aunt, the Countess, to write to Madame, asking if I might be allowed to spend the holidays with her; an invitation which was most readily accepted, as Madame assured me that the Countess was a leader of the very best Parisian Society.

Alter what Edith had told me, I rather smiled at this, but I nevertheless departed joyfully on the Saturday morning with Edith, having first of all carefully packed up the smartest of my new dresses and hats to wear on Sunday, as well as two very low-necked evening dresses to wear at dinner.

The Countess, who is marvellously young-looking for her age, received us most kindly, though with very much the air of a " grande dame." Edith declares that her youthful appearance is entirely due to "make-up," but if so, her maids must be most marvellously skilful, or she would easily pass for eight-and-thirty, while her exquisitely corsetted figure looks really quite girlish. Talking of figures by the way, it is very curious to notice how very differently shaped French women's figures are from English, The two chief points of difference are that the breasts, which English girls wear almost in their natural position, are always forced upwards by the French corsets, so as to stand out quite straight from the body, without hanging down in the least. This has a very suggestive appearance, especially in eveningdresses, which thus expose to view far more of the "tiddies," even if they are cut no lower than an English gown.

It is most amusing to see the way the men will keep their eyes fixed on a wellfilled decollete corsage, watching for the moment when some forward movement of the wearer shall expose the naughty little breast-points to their eager gaze. I have now learnt how to expose them or to hide them just as I please, with such slight and imperceptible motions as to give a man the idea that I am all the time perfectly un^ conscious of what he is so anxiously looking out for.

The other point of difference in the French and English women's figures is that in England women always try to keep the "'stomach " in as much as possible, and have their corsets made so as to force it in, out of sight, it they can.

In Paris however a prominent ventre is as much admired as a big "behind," and just as we used to wear "bustles " to make the latter look unnaturally Urge, so som^ French women actually wear a small "cushion " in front, if their ventre is too flat by nature.

I am even amused to notice how much the shape of my own figure has changed, for the extra pressure at the waist caused by my thirteen-and-a-half-inch stays, has of course caused the flesh to expand below the waist, and this, encouraged by the shape of the corsets, now stands out-so round and plump and firm, that when you next see me, you wiil think 1 have got a loot-ball under the lower part of my stays. It is in fact so prominent that in England I am airaid people will think 1 am enceinte, but here it is considered a great beauty, especially by men. Moreover Edith declares that there is no part of a girls body which it gives a man so much pleasure to kiss as a ventre provided it is firm and round.

In any case 1 noticed that the eyes both pf the Countess and of her two sons rested most approvingly on my overhanging ventre which being fully displayed by a very thight-fitting gown, served to accentuate the lines leading to the warm recesses of my " pussie."

They treated me with the greatest politeness, and I was so fortunate in pleasing the Countess that she gave permission for her sons to escort Edith and me to the Comedie Francaise in the evening.

Instead, however, of going to this classical theatre, the idea of which did not please any of us, we spent half the evening watchin. the lascivious dances at the Moulin-Roupe, and the other half at the Folies-Bergdre, where the open attempts of the "cocottes" to arouse the sensuality of the different men they met, amused me immensely.

Edith's two cousins had by this time thrown off all restraint, and told us all sorts of stories of the different cocottes we saw.

One they pointed out to us had, it seemed, a passion for small boys and, finding a difficulty in gratifying this lust, she adopted the expedient of sending numbers of telegrams to herself every day.

In Paris I must tell you, telegrams are always brought up and delivered to their owner by the telegraph-boys in person. When one of these knocked at her door, and was told to "come in," he found her lying in a long easy chair, with nothing on but a thin silk. dressing-gown, which being carefully left unfastened ail down the front, would fly open at the slightest movement, allowing the boy to feast his eyes upon her naked "cunt " and " tiddies." After looking at these for a few moments it generally did not require much persuasion to induce him to take off his regulation trousers, and place his childish "prick " at her disposal.

If the boy was a novice in the art of vice her enjoyment was of course all the greater, for there is no greater pleasure for a depraved woman than to teach a young innocent boy all the different ways of satisfying sensual passion and to make him an adept of vice.

The following morning I breakfasted in my bed-room and then proceeded to dress for Church, naturally choosing some of my prettiest things.

When I came downstairs, I found the party waiting for me the Countess stood astonished at what she termed this "Vision of loveliness " that at first she seemed speechless; then however, lifting up her own veil and my own, she gave me a long passionate kiss, which told me how the elegance of my figure had excited her "Lesbianism." All the way to Church and all through the service, she was feasting her eyes on me, and when we got home afterwards, she instantly carried me off to her bedroom, where she gave orders that luncheon was to be served for herself and me.

Edith and her two cousins smiled at what they knew was going to happen, but did not complain at having their own lunch together by themselves.

The Countess with the aid of her maid rapidly undressed, till she had nothing on but her stockings and chemise. The maid then came to undress me, and I was beginning to unbutton my long gloves, when the Countess stoped me, and said to the maid:

" Leave the hat, gloves, boots, stockings, corset and chemise, but remove everything else and when this was done, I must confess that the image of myself reflected in the glass looked extraordinary wanton and lascivious. In this costume we lunched, being waited on by the maid who was evidently an adept in the art of vice, and constantly refilled our glasses with champagne.

Alter lunch the Countess and her maid together laid me on the bed, and lifting up my chemise, they exhausted the French language in their compliments of my ventre, tighs, fct pussie," etc. " Never," so the Countess assured me, " had the mere sight of a girl made her feel so hot! " And I was soon able to return the compliment, by telling her that never before had I been so skilfully "kissed," tickled and " frigged; " while it was evident the maid enjoyed the scene almost as much as we did.

To the horror of the Countess, Edith came in, in the middle of this " ultraLesbian " scene, but she soon showed that, far from being shocked, she quite appreciated the voluptuous nature of the performance, for she undressed at once and very soon joined in the fun so heartily, as to prove that she too was no novice in the arts of vice.

Soon she whispered something to the French maid, who left the room, and shortly afterwards returned, followed by the Countess's two sons, both perfectly nude.

As this was the first time I had ever seen a naked man in real life, you may imagine I looked at them and at their standing "pricks " with the greatest interest, and, in spite of the voluptuous scenes in which I had already taken a part, the sight caused a fresh thrill of sensuality to run through my body and made me long for those boys to "throw me down " on the bed or on the chaise-longue and "poke " me. For the first time I all at once understood how rnuch altered I was since I have left dear Old England, and I felt that all sense of shame had left me and that the fire of my animal passions had been kindled to such a pitch that henceforth I would have to satisfy those passions at all costs.

So, like a young " harlot," I quite offered myself to the boys, who, in spite of the pretended remonstrances of the Countess were very soon on top of Edith and myself, and as their mighty " pricks " slid softly up and down in our throbbing " cunts," exerting more and more pressure, as they twined their muscular legs round our stockinged limbs, I learnt tor the first time the superiority of the real article over the artificial " poking " of the dildoe!

The delicious enjoyment of this, my first real " poke," was still further increased by the Countess and her maid, who with tickling fingers and burning kisses, did all in their power to augment our lascivious sensations of sensual pleasure, When this was ended, my prejudices against " incest " were almost overcome by seeing the intense pleasure that the Countess enjoyed between the front and rear " poking " of her two stalwart sons; in fact both Edith and I were obliged afterwards to confess that the ultra naughtiness of this most immoral performance had caused it to give us additional satisfaction, and made its both long to be treated by the young men in the same way, which, of course they did!

And I must add that, for my part, I shall never forget the most heavenly sensations the rubbing of those two " cocks " against the thin membrane separating the two channels produced in me, as they both worked in my inside. In the end it caused me quite to swoon away with pleasure!

When we were all thoroughly exhausted by our very "religious " Sunday afternoon, we put on the most airy and negliges of costumes, and then went down to a sumptuous dinner, the rich meats and wines of which were specially well suited to invigorate bodies that were fatigued by sensual pleasures.

Just before dinner the Countess despatched the French maid, with a whispered message^ which turned out afterwards to have been sent to the " immoral house " described in my last letter, asking the head of the establisment to send back with the maid two of the most experienced pages in the establishment. Accordingly after dinner we found a boy and girl of ten or twelve awaiting us in the drawing-room, both deliciously dressed in the most indecent manner, while their bodies exhaled the most exquisite perfumes.

Their pretty little faces were all aglow with the anticipation of the scene they were going to enact, their eyes flashing with the excitement caused by the champagne, with which the maid who fetched them had taken care to prime them.

We had all partaken liberally of the same wine at dinner, and in fact, an observer might probably have decided that we were all half-drunk. Added to this we were all ot us so lightly clad that every movement of our bodies disclosed some attractive nudity or another.

The moment the little boy caught sight of me, he ran towards me. His long hair was dressed with flowers exactly like a girl's, and his chief garment was a pale blue satin xorset, which made him look so feminine that his precociously developed "prick " below it seemed quite out of place. His Open-work silk stockings, long kid gloves and high-heeled shoes all exactly matched the colour of his tightly laced corset.

Pulling open my dressing-gown,he plunged his face into my snowy ventre, kissing it again and again in a most passionate manner. Flushed as I was with wine, I could not help being flattered to seethe pleasure which this gave him, revealed beyond all doubt by the instant stiffening of his dear little " prick," Alter toying with it, I took the point of the little "cock" between my lips, and endeavoured to " gammeroug" this baby lover, in the way Edith had described. And while this was taking place the little girl was doing the same for the two men, exciting the two pricks alternately with lips and fingers; while the Countess and Edith, closely embraced and mouth to mouth, were "masturbating" one another,while looking at us.

After this preliminary we had some more champagne and then the two children, who had been carefully trained in vice in the most immoral house of luxurious sensuality in the world, gave us a lascivious performance of childish wickedness. There was not a single item omitted in the all category of vice. A couch, was brought forward to the middle of the room for them, which, like a fairy bride and bridegroom, they approached, the boy doing the " poking*.' of his pretty partner with such astonishing vigour that their lascivious movements suggested fully developed periormers rather than small children. He "poked" her in front and behind," frigged" her dainty little cunt with tongue and fingers, sucking her " tiddies" till she swooned with pleasure. Then she laid him upon the bed and took his place, kissing his "prick," while she inserted her ringer into the opening of his behind, and finally ended with a triumphant "St. George," which is like an ordinary poke, only that the male lies underneath, while the female sits down on him, in such a way that his " dolly," as she does so, slides into her " pussie."…

When they had finished their exhibition all of us being thoroughly exhausted by the excesses we had indulged in, and moreover being all too drunk for anything, we retired to bed, I sleeping with the Countess's sons, while Edith went to bed with her atfnt and the two pages.

The next day we were told we need not get up till lunch-time, but after breakfast Edith came to share my bed with her cousins, her aunt wishing to rest herself, and brought with her a lovely book which the Gountess had lent her especially for my benefit.

The book is an account of a Society " mother," who has a son born, after the father's death; and,having a great objection to boys, she makes up her mind to bring up the child as a girl. This goes on until the child becomes a Society young lady of seventeen, whose long glossy hair and lovely face make " her " quite a reigning beauty, with whom all the young men are madly in love.

Meanwhile the mother encourages "her" to think of nothing but dress and amusements, and while "she " revels in the luxury of the most expensive corsets and delicate underclothing, " her " one trouble is "that " she cannot have "her " evening dresses cut fashionably low, as in spite of the use of massage, etc., the bust refuses to become as full as "she " desires.

With this as a starting-point you can easily see that all sorts of risky and voluptuous scenes are bound sooner or later to arise. It begins by the lady's-maid, who dresses "Mademoiselle," conceiving a violent desire for this pretty boy, the sight of whose rapidly-growing " prick," fringed with dark curling hair, causes her to thrill with sensuality when she fceesit every morning and evening in dressing her charge, or still more, in rendering assistance during the bath.

" Mademoiselle " herself is astonished to find that the sight of other girls, to whose bed-rooms "she " is of course Ireely admitted, when in a state of undress and seminudity, causes her " prick " to throb and stiffen, in a way "she " cannot understand.

This naturally ends in the lady's-maid revealing to " Her " the use for which the pretty little "rammer" is intended; and after experimenting with the maid, it is not hard to guess that " she " very soon tries playing the same game with some of "her " girlfriends. These naturally find something deliciously spicy in the contrast between the daintily feminine appearance of this elegant " girl," who nevertheless possesses the " one thing needful " to enable " her " to play the part of a man.

There are also some charmingly suggestive scenes in which the young men, with whom " she " is always coquettishly flirting, try to persuadeiaer to let them come to " her " bed-room and "poke",an offer which " she " always laughingly declines.

It is certainly, my idea, a delightfully " upside-down " conception to have a man, who believes himself to be a girl, dressed always in the height ot ieminine fashion, and wearing the daintiest chemises, corsets, gloves and stockings that Paris can produce.

The climax comes when one day one of the lovers, growing bolder that the rest forces his way into " her " bedroom, and there finds " his sweetheart " on top of his own sister " poking " her in the heartiest way imaginable. At first he is horrified, as he fancies that it is case of " Lesbianism," but when he sees that the dainty little " prick " is a real one and not a dildoe, he is more and more astonished, and cannot make it out at all.

Then follows an explanation which ends in the "lover " promising to keep the secret, and offering to take this feminine boy round Paris, to enjoy some of the numerous lascivious pleasures, which are easily to be found by those who know how to enjoy them.

The " boy " remains far too feminine in all his tastes to give up wearing his female dress, especially as it causes him the spiciest enjoyment to find himself still made ardent love to by men who still imagine him to be a girl.

He next forms, what is supposed to be a " literary society," among his girl friends, who arrange to meet once a week at one another's houses. The real object of the Society however is " fucking," to use rather a coarse, but descriptive word; and he soon proves to them that if he is a girl in dress and tastes, his manly instrument is at any rate a most substantial one which it would need to be, to satisfy the eager lusts of a dozen or more eager girls, who had just reached the age when the gratification of their sensual desires is almost a matter of necessity; for a girl of that age is like a bitch " on heat," and if she cannot have a, man or a dildoe to satisfy the clamouring of her fleshly lusts, it is very apt seriously to affect her health.

The "Literary Society " soon formed itself into a Qlub, and took comfortable premises, most luxuriously furnished, with a library of the bawdiest and most immoral books in several languages, while the walls were covered with paintings of the most lascivious scenes imaginable, And among these wa§ a wr^ole series dealing with " bestiality," niany of which, my dear Ethel, were reproduced in the book itself.

There was one of a lovely girl being crammed by the "cock " of a huge St. Bernard dog; while another girl, lying on a very narrow couch, had a donkey standing over her, "poking " her with a gigantic instrument as big as a rolling-pin.

This has been a very long letter, my dear Ethel, and I hope I have not shocked you too much in describing to you so many lascivious scenes.

By the way, when you try tickling yourself, be sure and take up a position in front of a big looking-glass, so that you can watch the action of the fingers in the " cunt," as well as the motions of the body. You will find this add greatly to the spiciness of a solitary "frig " and if you can read a naughty book at the same time, so much the better, as it will make you feel nice and "randy " and will ensure your "coming " properly.

Ever your loving

Blanche.