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CHAPTER ONEWith giddy-headed excitement I followed the rotund butler from the foyer to the salon where his recently widowed young mistress, the Countess d'Epinay-Becu, awaited my attendance. She had invited me here this evening, though for what purpose I knew not, for we had never met.Pink Pussette!Such was the name my innermost heart bequeathed her that sunny morning but a month past when I chanced to espy her emerging from the Cathedral of Notre Dame midst a throng of well wishers, a new bride on the arm of her elderly husband. Minutes earlier she had been wed. Minutes later she was a widow. Count d'Epinay-Becu dropped dead on the cathedral steps.Pink Pussette! An intimate, secret name for secret love, for I had fallen helplessly in love with her by the time my carriage stopped and I joined those gathered about her deceased spouse.Since then she had constantly been on my mind, and none of my amours had been able to relieve my tortured emotions or my longing to see her again. Last night at dusk I bedded two fascinating beauties, had romped between their legs till dawn, but all to no avail. There was no replacement in my thoughts, in my heart, in my soul, for dainty little Pink Pussette.There are times in certain men's lives when they become so enamored by the stunning beauty of a member of the opposite sex their movements become sluggish, uncertain; their thoughts muddled, unclear. Such had been my almost constant condition since that fateful day at Notre Dame. Such was the breathtaking loveliness of Pink Pussette.No taller than my shoulder, small-boned and fine; hair the shimmering gold of sun-ripened wheat rippled by a gentle breeze; deep blue eyes that sent a man to transports of delight, could make him seek to conquer worlds yet unknown; soft dewy lips, red as the kiss of ripe cherries, and complexion so smooth, so pure and flawless it seemed translucent.This was Pink Pussette.Could any mortal man refrain from loving her?Tone in keeping with the dignity of his station, the waddling butler announced: "Count Jaques Maurice Falconet, Madame."I looked across the room, thudding heart the muffled roll of distant cannon in my ears-and there she was!"Monsieur Le Count." She spoke the words and angels sang. The flowing grace of her approach with hand affront to take my kiss bespoke of breeding plus a poise beyond her years."Monsieur Le Count de Falconet," she said again. "How kind you are to come." She smiled at me. Odes of love welled inside my chest. By force of will I strove to calm my turbulent emotions, to make myself feel and think more rationally."Mine is the honor, dear Countess," I replied, bending low over her hand. "Though I confess a woeful ignorance of the cause behind your invitation."Before she gave reply she locked the door through which the butler had departed.For several minutes we pattered our way through the customary courtesies and small talk; until she said, "Pray take a seat, Monsieur Falconet." The tinkle of her laughter filled the room. "That which I have to say may knock you off your feet.""I doubt a creature of your rare and priceless loveliness could shock a man like me." How wrong, ah, how wrong I was. Her next words proved me so.She breathed deeply, blushed slightly, said in a voice of restraint, "I would like for Count Jaques Maurice de Falconet to teach Countess Therese d'Epinay-Becu all he knows about sex."I boggled on recovering from the jarring pronouncement. To deny the fleeting thought she might be out to make the fool of me would be a lie, but the frankness of her tone, the earnest pleading in her eyes, dissolved the thought to nothing. Nor will I deny the hot, crouching visions of erotic raptures her words invoked.Holy Mary, Mother of God! I must be living right! It had to be!Ere I recovered completely from surprise enough to speak she raised a hand."Please, let me explain." She stood erect, began to pace the floor in nervous concentration."My mother died when I was born, my father soon thereafter. I grew up on an estate belonging to two maiden aunts, in Czerny Province, a week by stage the north of here. These aunts were so immersed in duties to the church my life was not unlike a novice nun's, with no men around save the caretaker, who received his instructions through a small opening in the wall. No male relative pictures, no novels or poetry of love, no thing that hinted of the existence of an opposite sex was permitted in their home."When Count d'Epinay-Becu, whose summer estate bordered theirs, saw me whilst out riding several times and later proposed marriage, my aunts wept for days, were so scandalized they refused to show their faces in the village, and finally took to their beds-you may correctly assume my marriage to the Count was but a means of escaping this ghastly life. Therefore my knowledge of sexual intimacies between man and woman was truly meager when I came to Paris to be wed. My stay thus far in Paris has improved my knowledge of these things but little."But I do not intend to remain ignorant. In addition to learning what there is to be known of male-female practices, I want to be escorted to a sex carnival-I've heard D'Arcy's offers the greatest-uh-variety of entertainment; then to round out my education, I would like to spend some time making the rounds of the better Faire Sauters."In a different era, under different standards of morality, I might have been even more surprised at her abrupt disclosures. As it was, within seconds, I came to view her request with perfect equanimity. The path she had chosen to dispel her ignorance was a logical one. Yet something here was amiss-or seemed to be. Then from her nervous pacing and quick, unsure gestures I realized this belied her true feelings. What superb self-control!Soon I would find out her true feelings. There was no question of my refusing her proposal. But I was curious."Why are you so determined to learn all this at once? And why did you choose me as your instructor?""To your first question, Count Falconet: I am young, full of zest for life, and sometime shall marry again. I will not suffer the humiliation of going to a marriage bed as ignorant of sex as I am now. As for your second question: your sexual escapades and prowess are hardly any secret, but almost legendary." A twinkle came into her eyes, an impish smile tilted the corners of her full-lipped mouth. "When one buys a cabbage, one wants the best. Rumor says in matters sexual you are a man of unchallengeable expertise.""Do you honestly know nothing at all of human sex?" This was a bit hard to grasp. "Not even how offspring are begotten?""I-I suspect. The caretaker I mentioned did keep farm animals and I watched through the hole in the stone wall. Then there is Barbe, my personal maid since my becoming the Count's widow. During our conversations I have learned certain things. But words alone are poor teachers in so intimate a matter as sex. Do you not agree?""Yes, I do agree.""Then you will accept the task of teaching me? I have but one reservation.""Yes," I said again, with pounding heart. "I accept. And what is your reservation?""A condition born of information gleaned from Barbe's words. It seems there is that be longing to each maid prior to her initial sexual relationship with a man which a husband highly prizes and is vastly pleased to find his bride in possession of on their wedding night, but which, once destroyed, can never be repaired. I ask only that you do not take advantage of me in this respect. May I have your word of honor as a Frenchman, Monsieur Le Count?""Of course." On my life I could not have answered otherwise, though how I could teach her what I knew of sex with her retaining her virginity for some probable husband in the indefinite future I knew not. That problem would be faced in its time. "But I too have a condition. Since we are to be together on such intimate terms I would prefer we forsook the awkwardness of formalities. Please call me Jaques.""And henceforth I am Therese, and again henceforth-Jaques, in these matters under discussion I am in your hands.""I have a name for you other than Therese.""What name?"When I told her she looked at me steadily, blushed prettily, again her tinkling laughter flitting about the room. "Pink Pussette," she marveled. "How delightful."I shall not attempt to describe the state of my emotions since first I heard her proposition, other than to say they were even more turbulent than when I arrived. I decided against revealing the affection clamoring in my chest. This I would harbor till a more propitious time. Should I throw myself at her feet now with terms of undying love, as I wanted to do, this naive little sex novice, this ingenue from the provinces, might be frightened from her purpose."I hope you are in capable hands," was all I said."I'm sure of it. Where shall we begin? I'm fierce anxious.""First I must increase your vocabulary," which I proceeded forthwith to do, relating to her, and having her repeat after me, all the various names and words and phrases without which the language of love and sex would be an awkward tongue indeed. When we finished she sat silent, as though breathless.I rose to my feet, pushed aside the large table under the chandelier, brought a low stool from near the door and placed it directly under the light."Now remove all your clothes," I said, "and stand upon the stool.""Oh!-all of them?""All of them. Every single garment. An instructor must see the material with which he has to work."With lowered lids she got slowly to her feet, began untying the ribbon laces of her bodice. As she continued to undress, exposing more and more of her fair flesh to my avid eyes, I pretended nonchalance by resting my rear against the table for support, in reality fearing I might faint from excitement. She completed her task and stepped upon the stool.Seen now together, of face and form there never was her equal. Her small naked body, bathed in the light from overhead, was a blond Aphrodite reincarnated to sensuous perfection. The plump, juicy breasts at mid-maturity, pink-crowned and succulent as honey dew melons; the wasp-waist above a gentle flare of hips and loins that could squirm greedily around pistoning male meat, and the soft thighs that could embrace a man's waist hotly in eager acquiescence-is there any wonder my sense faltered? What lusty man's would not have done the same?"Is this the way you mean Jaques?" she murmured demurely, timbre of her voice informing me any feeling of reluctance she might have had was quickly fading. Her next words supported this. "If I seemed hesitant about undressing, please understand I have never undressed completely in any person's presence before."I didn't answer. I wasn't sure I could, tongue trying to cling to the roof of my mouth as it was.Height of the stool brought her breasts level with my eyes and I stepped forward, circled her slowly as might a horse trader inspecting a prize filly. Cannon rumbled in my ears again. This time much nearer. My crotch ached. My swollen penis protested bitterly against the confining cloth of my trousers. A silent groan of abject misery welled inside me. The bond of my word prevented my finding surcease from this male torment between her thighs.Pink Pussette!I returned to the front, stood devouring with my eyes her immaculate beauty, gaze coming to rest at the juncture of her thighs. Through the sparse shield of blond pubic frizz peeked the upper extremity of her dainty little cunt, and the unmistakable incense of unsullied virgin in my nostrils raised hackles of lust on my neck.I feared to proceed too rapidly, fearing her decision to have me teach her sex a whim that might vanish should I cause her alarm. The herculean effort it took to retreat left my body clammy in its clothes. I began to remove them.She had never seen a naked man before; nor did she tell me this in words, but looks. She watched with unfeigned fascination as the garments were shed. My trousers were last. Her eyes popped, her jaw sagged at sight of my suffering penis bursting angrily forth in escape. My balls ached in famishment."I think we would be more comfortable in your boudoir." I strove to keep my voice steady. "Is it nearby?"Moments passed ere she pulled her gaze from my genitals, indicated a door opposite that which I had entered, stepped down from the stool and led the way toward it. My face felt hot and loose and full. My eyes feasted on the twin mounds of her buttocks working saucily against each other as she went in front of me. Sacre bleu! To get my prick in her cleavage, to bore through the puckered brown hidden there between into her darling rectum, to feel the heat of sperm blossom hotly, slipperily about my rod as I spasmed my release into her bowels-what heaven this would be! And I meant to do it. Not tonight, perhaps, but soon.The boudoir was large. To accommodate the giant bed so much the rage in Paris at the time it had to be. She stopped beside it, turned toward me."You will not secretly foreswear your oath not to-?""Say the word. I taught it to you minutes back."Her plump breast lifted in a deep breath. "You will not foreswear your oath not to fuck me?" At voicing this newly acquired word I sensed as well as saw a transformation break over her, destroying that last remnant of reserve she had evinced till now. A big, eager grin overspread her features, she hugged herself deliciously."You have my promise," I said, at the same time promising myself to obtain her consent to first-fuck her if it were humanly possible.She threw her arms about my neck in gladness, pulled my lips down to hers, the torrid enthusiasm of the kiss hinting she might know a bit more about sex than she'd led me to believe. Her dewy lips were soft and fragrant. The gossamer silkiness of her pink tongue darted into my mouth, seeking mine. Down along the length of me her body burned my flesh, pressed against mine with such vigor the resilience of her tummy held my genitals captive. The soft brush of her loin's-hair tickled my balls. I thought my breath would stop."Come," she said. "The bed. Lie down on your back and let me review my lesson in vocabulary."I crawled upon the great bed, lay down on my back, hands behind my neck to keep from seizing her, while she sat beside me braced on an arm."Now these," she pointed to my crotch, smiling, "are your genitals-but Jaques, if they are plural, why have you only one?""Because the separate members also have names."She cut her eyes at me in teasing mirth. "Perhaps I shall not make a good student, Jaques-Ah! Now I remember." Her dainty finger almost touched me. "This noble fellow with the great head and little snout you call a prick, no?"I nodded in the dumb ache of ecstasy."Has it any other names?""Several." The word was the croak of a frog. "They all mean the same." I was dying of her sweet torture and didn't give a damn."What a manly instrument he is," she sighed pensively. "Doubtless, from what I hear, he has served half the women of Paris. And those two large hairy creatures lying in repose below him; these you said were testicles. Is that not so?""Yes," I groaned. "Or balls, nuts, seeds-they also have several names."Zut," she mused. "Barbe has mentioned the unspeakable joy a prick can give a woman; yet it seems strange she would delight in such a hugeness inserted into her body. I am truly thankful for your promise not to fuck me. I could never accommodate it. I fear my future husband, whoever he happens to be, will cause me pain no end. This," she pointed again. "Of this you have not spoken. What is it called, Jaques?""The foreskin.""And where is the aft-skin?""The what?""The aft-skin. To have a foreskin implies you also have an aft-skin. Or so it seems to me."I was forced to struggle with my emotions ere I could give reply."That-it-the foreskin becomes the aft-skin when pushed back." My penis had never known the surgeon's knife of circumcision. In early youth, in learning to masturbate, I had ruptured the adhesive mucous membranes between the shoulder of the glans and inner-fore-skin, rendering circumcision unnecessary. A rather painful process, true, and one that had taken several weeks because the membranes kept re-adhering, but the results had served me well since my first lay."La me," Pussette marveled, enjoying herself immensely. "The foreskin becomes the aft-skin. How can it be? Hmmm. Pushed back, you say?" Her cool fingers curled about my hot meat and slid toward the base, revealing the glistening glans. Her touch shoved me past the point of all endurance.The soundless shatter of my balls exploding brought from her ruby lips a squeak of dismay. She gasped as a barrage of blessed relief shot from my agonizing prick, arched over my head and spattered against the wall. She stared in open-mouth wonder till the salvo ceased."Wha-what happened, Jaques?" She honestly did not know.I shuddered to a halt. "That was the male orgasm." I gritted. "Earlier I spoke of it to you.""Zut," she marveled, eyes aglow. "And la creme? Is it always so abundant?"I remained silent till after she secured a towel from the bureau and did the necessaries. "Not always, but most of the time."She returned to her former position to continue her inspection, me only flinching this time under the delicate probe of her fingers. "Jaques?""Pussette?"Happy laughter bubbled from her lips. "I love for you to call me that. But why Pink Pussette?""Who can explain the workings of the human mind? The 'pink' just came along.""Ah, mais oui, and it is not the subject I have in mind anyway.""What subject is that?""What I just did for you-masturbate, no?-that is not the only way a woman can relieve a man without fucking, is it?""What do you have in mind?""There is sucking, is there not?"I cringed with joy inside my skin. "Yes, there is sucking.""Together. Or singly?""Both. Together it is called the sixty-nine." A thoughtful frown creased the smoothness of her brow. "I see. But I think we should perform these one at a time to proceed with my education slowly. In this manner I shall learn faster and become more adept."The words tumbled from my lips. "You are going to suck me?""Should I not?""Do you want to?" I had trouble breathing. Inside me something squeezed my lungs."Is that not part of it?" Her voice took on a very submissive tone. "Yes, Jaques. I want very much to suck you."Holy Mary, Mother of God, I prayed silently not to go insane with ecstasy."But you must teach me, Jaques. I don't know how."I showed her. She laughed gaily."But it's so simple, Jaques. Not complicated at all, as I imagined."I ached to slip a hand around and fondle her little cunt, so easily within reach, but feared it might divert her attention. I wanted to be blown. I needed it. The first orgasm had brought some relief, yes, but also further whetted my appetite.She levered my gudgeon upright, shifted her position to a more comfortable one, candlelight doing wonderful things to her darling face as she smiled at me. She began by laving my glans thoroughly with the gossamer smoothness of her pert little tongue, licking the knob all over, tracing her tongue's tip a number of times between the shoulder of the glans and the thick collar of rolled-back foreskin. Icy-hot flashes of pure ecstasy seared my skin. Next she brought her tongue to its sharpest point and worried the lone aperture of my prick, as though attempting to push her tongue inside it. The while she was thus employed, the hand not uprighting my goad trickled on little bird's feet down and around my throbbing seeds and searched my crotch beneath the scrotum. I lay supine, grunting desperately."Do I please you?" she queried, lifting her head.I only grunted more, fearing to pass out. At her next words my heart dropped."Don't look at me with those eyes, dear Jaques," she pouted. "One would think I've stolen your heart. We have only met and this is only sex, not love. I am being groomed to please the husband I hope someday to have."Under less erotic circumstances her words might have dropped my heart more yet, but my enthrallment with our situation rushed in to prevent it. Besides, I had faith in my ability with the fairer sex."Your education is suffering," I managed. "Proceed."She did, though slowly. Again she spent some time licking and teasing the naked head of my cock, kept at it till the entire length of my root vibrated with mad impatience. Satisfied at last, she pursed her mouth to a tiny circle and blew a stream of air upon it, chilling it to the core."What in God's name?" I rasped in passion.