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her legs apart and holding her skirt high enough so that I
could see her pretty calves.
Beneath the knees the lace of her panties was dangling.
A stream was spurting between her legs. When it stopped
flowing, I withdrew, but she remained in a squatting position.
She hoisted her skirts above her loins, and slipped her panties
down. The buttocks-hole was in full view as well as her firm,
spotless cheeks. Her efforts gave birth to a thin sausage which
slipped from her arse-hole, dangled an instant, and then
wriggled to the ground. A bit of juice followed, then she
pissed a trifle more.
This time I clearly saw the stream spurt from between
the thick, chestnut-colored hairs. When she had finished, she
hunted about for some paper and when I saw that she had
found none, I appeared and gave her some.
"Here, Elise."
For a moment I thought she was going to be angry.
"Don't be that way," I told her, "I have to go too."
I pulled out my dick and, although it was still erect,
began to piss. Recalling the hired man, I aimed so high that
my sister couldn't help laughing. She'd finished with the
paper. We heard voices and Elise became frightened. I pushed
her into the hunting lodge and pulled the door shut behind us.
We watched through a crack. A peasant and a maid, with a
roguish air about them, approached. He threw her onto the
ground and climbed on top of her, took out his John Thomas,
raised her skirts and they went at it hammer and tongs, groan-
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ing like a couple of wild animals.
I had encircled Elise's waist and pulled her close to me.
Her scented breath warmed my cheeks. Her bosom was
heaving deeply as silently we watched the sport. I pulled out
my prick and placed it in her warm hand whose touch was
soft as silk. The couple moved off. I couldn't resist and seized
Elise. In spite of her resistance, I deftly slipped off her panties
and jacket. My hand played with her hair. The thighs were
locked, but I could feel that her clitoris was hard.
"No, Roger, you're carrying this too far! Aren't you
ashamed! I'll scream!"
"If you scream they'll hear you in the chateau. No one'll
know. Adam and Eve did the same thing."
"But we aren't Adam and Eve, Roger."
"Elise, what if we were on a desert island. . . !"
I managed to get my finger in.
"If my Frederick only knew what was happening!"
"He won't know. Come on, sweetheart."
I sat down on a chair and drew my sister on top of me.
When she felt the enormous prick against her love lips she
gave up the struggle. She was not a virgin and admitted
having done it once with her Frederick.
Her cunt was very narrow, warm, and pleasantly moist.
She responded to my kisses. I opened her blouse and brought
forth her lovely breasts which shook as I sucked them. I
placed my hands on her lower spheres, those magnificent
buttocks. She became hot as a fire-cracker. We reached the
climax together. Afterwards, we vowed eternal discretion. We
examined each other at our leisure, then set off to the chateau.
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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. . ."
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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.
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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
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