Madeleine said almost nothing at all, only asked Babiche to leave, then hazarded a conversation with me. Our gossiping lead to teasing, and it was not long before she had thrust me into the hay (I had led Babiche into the barn' s loft). As I lay sprawled on my back, she tickled me, covering me with her body, straddling me, one leg to this side, one leg to that. By pure accident I reached my hand beneath her skirts and found there that admirable silken- haired cunt. That divine fur sealed my passion for her and I straightway went mad over Madeleine' s cunt; I besought her permission to kiss it. " Why, then, little rascal," said she, " wait a moment." She went out to the well, drew a bucket of water, fetched it back up to the hay loft and squatted above it. That done, she returned to me and we prattled some more. Inflamed, beside myself, in my youthful erotic fury I exclaimed to her: " I' ve got to lick that little hole!" She lay down on her back, her legs spread wide; I licked; the lovely Madeleine elevated her ass: " Drive your tongue inside, dear little friend," said she, and I inserted it and she raised her fur; I burrowed furiously in! She all but screamed from pleasure' s onslaught. My member was as stiff as a Carmelite friar' s, and as I had not the capacity to discharge, none of my ardor deserted me; ' twas surely on that account she adored me. Obliged to leave me, Madeleine gave me some cakes as a present, and I ate them in Babiche' s company.

" Cupidonnet," said my downy- cunted sister one evening, " that dear little prick of yours is always hard when you lick me. It seems to me that were we to get together in the same bed, you' d be able to insert it into that little muff of mine which you so like to suck and whose fur is so soft. I' m certain that would give me all sorts of pleasure, and you too; come visit me tonight."

When everyone in the house had retired, I slid into my elder sister' s bed.