After my unusual lesson, I walked down to lunch. I was filled with renewed energy: the world shone of a new light; everything around me seemed to hide a treasure I was about to pry open; I was almost possessed: I saw possibilities and secrets and untold stories behind the most mundane object.
I sat at the table next to my mother. My brothers, Armand and Blaise, were wolfing down the cold cuts, the mutton and the sausages, the ribs and the pies. My mother watched on: the spectacle diverted her and seemed to confirm the family belief that Armand and Balise were, not only gentlemen, but true men, full of strength and vigour. It didn't take me long to see that for myself that was in fact the case.
I also observed my mother, who had her usual countenance. I couldn't detect any trace of the events of the night before, neither guilt at betraying my father nor desire to be in Father Briac's arms once again.
She was fully composed. Her movements were graceful, and they didn't retain any of the madness that had possessed them under the attacks of the priest's appendage. If they had been filled with galvanic energy the night before, today they were calm as the surface of a lake on a breezeless day.
'Why do you look at me with such curiosity, Eloise?' she asked, feeling observed.
I lowered my eyes.
I could see that she had learnt the art of dissimulation, she had become an expert at concealing any secret her heart might harbour, while I was still a novice, and I got detected at the first opportunity.
I got busy with a sausage, whose short and stubby shape reminded me of the morning with Mr Clement. I took a little bite and moved the little truncated cylinder around my mouth, wondering what a real penis might taste like. As I was entertaining such lewd thoughts, I tried to assume a natural comportment, and, looking around, I could plainly see that my guilt was not painted on my face, and that nobody could guess what I was secretly pondering.
In my mind, I then began listing dirty words:
Penis, dick, cock, manhood, drill, third leg, tool, member, phallus, weenie, pecker, genitalia, pudenda, sausage, prick, shaft, willy, organ, instrument…
I could also picture a man's penis in minute details, the round glans, the foreskin, the stretched-out frenulum, the shaft and the outline of the urethra underneath, the veins just below the skin; and then the testicles, hanging low in their hairy pouch, and the fur that crowned the base of that wonderful organ…
I then considered my own anatomy, which, truth be told, I could paint less vividly in my mind, as I had never had the chance to observe it up close.
Vagina, cunt, pussy, lady business, crotch, muff, kitty, cooch, snatch, beaver, the split apricot, the whatsitsname, the rose, ladyflower, cupcake, honey pot, the lady's purse, the boat, the almond, fanny, hole, minge, clunge, crack, love box…
I didn't know where I had learned these terms, but, somehow, I find this indecent list existed inside me, and I much cherished perusing its entries.
I could then imagine the glans of a man's dick getting close to a woman's nether regions, pry the labia apart, then enter the canal. I could hear again my mother's cries and moans, and I could hear the priest's grunts. The obscene phrases the two said one another echoed in my mind.
And yet, nobody could see or hear any part of the comedy that was playing inside me.
'May I have more peas?' I asked.
My mother passed me the bowl.
'Too much butter. I should tell the cook to be more judicious,' my mother said.
I tasted the vegetables, which, in truth, were swimming in grease, and wondered: what was this woman really thinking about? Butter, peas, scolding the cook? Was it really all? Or did she think about the pleasure the priest had given her, and was she planning another congress at the next possible occasion?
After lunch, my brothers disappeared, and my mother retired to her chambers as she had much correspondence to go through.
Normally, I would have sat in my bedroom to read a novel, or maybe to repose, but I had no time for novels anymore, and I felt that sleep was now a wasteful activity when there was so much more to explore and so much more to learn. A curtain had been drawn behind me: my childhood years lay invisible behind it, and, if I looked before me, I could but see the confused shape of the future.
I walked out of the house, not fully knowing where I was going.
I saw some of the staff engaged in various activities. I stared at them for a moment. Under those clothes and those uniforms, they all had bodies. The women had tits and furry pussies and round asses; the men, each one of them, had a dick, dangling between the legs, ready for use. And the men and the women knew, even if they didn't say so, that the pussies and the dicks were designed for each other. One was made to enter, and the other was meant to allow the passage, and then be inflamed with desire. Oh, the dreams I was having!
Every creature now possessed a sexual organ, and every creature was secretly scheming new ways to get satisfaction through it.
I walked around the house. I stared at the semi-detached bulk of the chapel, which, secretly, still seemed to shake from the cries of the coupling from the night before.
I walked into the woods. At the end of the path I was on, I saw my two brothers walking arm in arm. What were they up to? I was now curious about what secrets they might have, and, as they were a little older than me, I imagined they had already discovered the pleasures of sex and were probably always searching for ways to elicit them anew.
I followed them at a safe distance into the woods until they reached a small construction that some of our tenant farmers used to store their tools. The little building was flanked by tall hedges, and I was surprised to see that my brothers were not walking into the building, but they positioned themselves next to the foliage that ran around the building. They were spying!
I walked a bit further into the wood, keeping at a safe distance. I walked to a point where I had a good view of my two brothers and of the space that opened behind the little building. There I saw the object of my brothers' curiosity.
Behind the small construction was a large trough, a wide pool used by animals to drink and by some of the tenants to wash themselves after a day in the fields.
Here were nine or ten women in various stages of disrobing. Some were washing their armpits, some were washing their bottoms, while others were squatting a little to the side to relieve themselves.
'Look at Ursule,' my brother Armand whispered.
'She's getting bigger by the day…' replied Blaise.
Ursule was an older woman, probably around thirty or thirty-five. She had jet-black hair and a majestic body. She was pregnant, which enhanced her generous curves. Ursule was much respected among the women, and everyone seemed to defer to her.
I noticed that my brothers had unbuttoned their pants and were now masturbating, watching the half-naked women.
'Costance, show us how you piss!' one woman said.
The women laughed.
I saw the woman called Costance, who was squatting and had begun to urinate, bring a hand to her pussy, stretch it so that the jet of liquid was now directed before her.
The women laughed.
'Ahaha! She pisses like a man!'
In fact, the stream was strong and arched in the air until it fell a few metres ahead of Costance.
'I bet you can't do it with this,' said another woman who was defecating a large stool on the grass.
My brothers were masturbating violently, excited by these activities.
Some women were wiping their asses at the trough. Now and then, they would show each other their hairy pussies, or they would widen their butt cheeks to show each other their anus gaping.
'Your husband must use your ass often,' one woman said.
'It's so large I could fit my hand in it,' another added.
I must confess that I was feeling rather excited, as much as my brothers, but I couldn't bring myself to drop my skirt and touch myself for fear of being found.
'Now, now, girls. The time for fun is over,' Ursula said finally. 'I want everybody back to work now. I will be with you soon. I want to check something first.'
The women, laughing and joking all along, got dressed and left. Ursula alone stayed back. She looked around, then, she jumped through the hedge and caught my brothers by the scruff of their necks.
'I knew someone was watching us!' she cried.
'Oh, Ursula!' my brothers said. 'Let us go.'
But Ursula, who was in fact much inferior to my family, didn't seem intimidated by her masters.
'Tut, tut! Two gentlemen caught with their pants around their ankles, and their nice dicks in their hands…'
'Ursula,' Armand pleaded, 'What can we do? Women drive us mad…'
'We weren't doing anymore any harm,' Blaise added.
Ursula inspected them and shook her head:
'Look here, two perfectly good dicks, and all you can do is beating them, as if you were two little boys!'
I was enjoying this scene very much. My brothers were crestfallen, and Ursula was toying with them.
'It's dicks like yours that put me in this condition,' she said, meaning her pregnant stomach.
'It made your breasts even bigger,' Blaise said.
'You little pig!' Ursula said.
Blaise blushed.
'I should send you back home to your mothers, you naughty boys, but I suppose I cannot send you in this state… Why don't you show me what you're working with?'
My brothers lifted their hands and showed Ursula their erect penises.
'They're nice and big. You know that a woman with child is always thinking about the way she got pregnant? Just the sight of these big tools makes me all wet… I will relieve you of your worries. What do you say?'
My brothers nodded furiously.
'But I need you to speak to your father about the terms of my husband's employment. Can you do that? We will need a lowered rent this year.'
My brothers nodded even more strongly.
'Well, then, let's see what you have between your legs, young masters.'
She knelt before them, and my brothers rushed to insert the heads of their penises into Ursula's mouth.
She took them for a moment at the same time, licking the two glandes with great lust, her lips and cheeks stretched out, then she pushed the two dicks away.
'You will need to take turns,' she said. 'Who is the eldest?'
'Me, me!' cried Armand.
'Then, you go first.'
'That's not fair!' Blaise cried out. 'What am I supposed to do?'
Ursula sighed:
'You liked my breasts. Then, occupy yourself with them. They're very sensitive too, and I like them being touched.'
So, she unbuttoned her dress and took out two large tits, with large nipples. They were heavy and full and large. Even I was dying to touch them.
Blaise began massaging them with one hand, then put his dick between them and moved the large breasts up and down to aid his pleasure.
'They are large and warm,' he said.
But Ursula didn't say anything to this. She had put Armand's dick in her mouth, and she could only make strange noises from her throat. I marvelled to see that she had swallowed it all, her lips reaching now the base of the shaft.
Armand was pushing back and forth into Ursula's mouth. His balls were bouncing back and forth touching the woman's neck.
Now and then, Ursula drew breath, and long lines of saliva ran between her mouth and my brother's groin. The woman gasped for air; sometimes, she wretched when the dick went too far in, but her eyes showed eagerness to resume the activity.
'This big dick of yours…' she said, 'I'm going to make it come down my throat soon!'
My brother Blaise was still occupied with his dick lodged between Ursula's breasts. He would ask:
'Is she good?'
And Armand would reply:
'How she sucks! I fear she might eat me alive, brother!'
Finally, Armand ejaculated. I heard a loud road:
'She wants to drink it all, and she wants more!'
So, my brothers swapped positions.
'One moment, young masters,' Ursula said, 'Ursula needs attention too. Since you have already concluded,' she told Armand, 'You will go behind and work in that place until I wet your face.'
My brother seemed very happy to hear this.
Ursula positioned herself on all fours, as her large stomach made it hard to lie comfortable in another position, and lifted her skirts revealing a large black bush.
'What big pussy you have, Ursula! I can tell it's made to fuck.' Armand said.
'Your husband is a very lucky man. No wonder you're always pregnant!' Blaise added.
Armand began licking Ursula's pussy with much gratitude for the favours she had granted him.
'You are already so wet, Ursula!' he said.
'I told you I am always horny!' she said. 'Now, don't distract me: I'm having a hard time fitting all your brother's dick in my mouth.'
Then, Ursula wrapped her lips around Blaise's dick and was slowly putting it all down her throat and was now moving back and forth. She would let the whole shaft leave her mouth until the tip emerged, then she would shove it all back inside.
Each time, my brother Blaise would howl.
'Lick me, quick, you filthy pig!' Ursula said when her mouth was free. Then, she would swallow the long shaft again making loud noises, as if she was choking.
'I'm licking you all over!' Armand would respond, emerging from her behind.
Blaise was swinging back and forth, crying with pleasure. Finally, he whined like an animal caught in a trap, and I knew he had come in Ursula's mouth. His load must have been so big that some sprayed out of her mouth and nostrils.
'You nearly drowned me,' she complained, coughing loudly. 'Why don't you help your brother?'
Blaise then began licking Ursula's anus, while Armand was licking her pussy.
'You are making me come all over your face like a dog in heat!' Ursula moaned loudly. 'You two wild dogs are licking me all over… Taste my big cunt, lick my black ass! Oh, how I like it. What a horny beast I am!'
As she was saying this, she was pushing now my brother Blaise's face into her bottom, now my Armand's tongue up her vagina. Then, she must have come too because she gave a big cry:
'By God, I'm coming!'
I must confess that the scene much excited me. I felt warm all over; my skin tingled; my head was spinning, but I was still too much timid to do anything about it.
While the three washed themselves at the trough, renewing promises of reduced rent, I silently walked back home.