She was as red as a beet, her bosom was heaving, but she was at a loss for words. Suddenly she shot a glance round about to make sure no one was watching us, and asked:

"Is it true, Roger, that before becoming soldiers young men have to strip and let themselves be examined naked? I heard auntie and Mama saying something of the sort and at the boarding house they were also discussing it."

"Frederick, my future brother-in-law, could have enlightened you on that matter. Certainly they have to. They examine them like a bride on her wedding night. But they don't get erections because they're scared. No doubt Frederick didn't get a hard on either."

"Not really! But how ashamed they must be…Is it public? Can women see that?"

"Unfortunately not," I said seriously. "But I'd have no qualms in front of you, Elise."

I embraced her in a friendly manner. We were in a little copse near the chateau.

"Do you imagine," I added, "that there's a bride anywhere in the world who doesn't have to strip on her wedding night and be duly inspected by her husband? He strips too, you know."

"But it's not the same thing for a man."

"Why not? If I stripped in front of you, you could see everything I've got: my hair, my pendulum, my balls; but if you undressed I could only see your hair. Your cunt would remain hidden. Do you have much hair, Elise?"

"Oh, look at the lovely strawberries, Roger!" she said.

I helped her pick some. We went deeper into the woods. Erect as a boar, I hugged her.

"What's that over there?" she asked.

"A hunting lodge that belongs to us. I've got the key."

The building was set in a thicket of trees.

"Wait for me, Roger, I'll be back in a second. Watch that nobody comes."

She went behind the lodge. I heard her pissing. I watched her. She was squatting, bent slightly forward with 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, groaning 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.

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.