The next day, my mother and I went out to visit another acquaintance of hers. The visit went as the ones we paid the day before.
Every time, my mother asked for protection to each one of these gentlemen, and, each time they politely refused, my mother engaged in some intimate activities with them.
I was a little puzzled by these activities, but I didn't voice my thoughts to my mother.
She seemed in good spirit and was very much encouraged because, even though her efforts hadn't born any fruit yet, my brothers had come home the night prior, after a day spent searching for employment, with news of big opportunities.
'I have spoken at length with the head of the markets. They're in need of a supervisor. That position comes with a substantial income and great prospects,' Armand said.
Blaise too spoke at length about various conversations with the hospital provost, various legal firms, and he believed he would be able to find a suitable position by no later than the end of the week.
'They're all very impressed with my knowledge of the classics,' he said. 'Who knew that old Mr. Clement was worth his salary.'
'Ah ah, brother, I too quoted Thucydides at lengths. I barely know how I remembered any of that,' Armand said, helping himself to the last serving of stew.
After the first visit of the morning with Mother, we returned once again to our modest abode. I was then sent to purchase some food for our meal. So, I returned to the little shop of the day before.
Maurice served me this time, and he said he was happy to see me.
I believe I blushed as he said so, revealing that I had been looking forward to it.
Maurice expertly managed the meats.
I observed his hands move about the produce, grab a pie, slice it. I watched as the muscles of his forearms jumped under the skin, like little fish in a pond.
When he worked, his naturally cheerful disposition disappeared and was replaced by an intent look that was equally pleasant to observe.
I watched his eyes carefully regard a cold cut as he sliced it with much precision, and, as I studied his concentrated gaze, I felt a pleasant sensation, a sort of tingling or fluttering that radiated from my lower and most intimate parts into my stomach and then into my wrists. To look at him filled me with desire to look at him even more and to never avert my eyes, which, whenever he looked up at me, I felt compelled to, so fearful I was that he might divine these thoughts of mine.
This was the first time I felt this sort of attraction for a member of the other sex. In fact, up until that point, the men I had met were much older, or not up to my taste, and whatever encounter I may have had with my tutor or with the peasant who so gallantly took my virginity in a field had been but a exchange devoid of any sentiment, even though, I have to admit, it was eventually filled with rather pleasant sensations.
Maurice took off his apron and offered to walk me once again and carry for me the goods I had purchased.
I thanked him, suddenly feeling confused and excited.
He asked me a few questions, I cannot remember now what, and I stuttered a few jumbled-up words.
When we finally arrived at our door, I begged him to walk with me into the entrance hall. This was a dark space that led into the internal courtyard and from whence the stairs to the upstairs apartment departed.
He looked at me with tender eyes and asked whether I wanted him to carry the food upstairs.
I cannot say what prompted me to forget myself so, but, as his eyes looked into mine, I couldn't resist the compulsion to have him.
I then pressed my lips against his, and I pushed him against a wall.
He let his bags fall.
My hand was now on his crotch. Through the thick fustian trousers, I could divine the outline of his penis. I began massaging it, while I was rubbing my whole body against his.
I could hear the noise of the people walking outside, the rattling of the coaches and the clip clop of the horses. Someone could have come in at any time.
I pressed Maurice into that narrow space between the door still and the internal wall, hoping that the people outside could not see what we were up to.
Maurice let me touch him as I pleased him. He raised his hands to feel my breasts, which he squeezed with great desire.
His cock was now hard and well engorged, so that I could easily grasp it even through the cloth of his pants. I moved my hand up and down, faster and faster.
I explored his mouth with my tongue, and I believe he was somewhat taken aback by this behaviour. So surprised he was, that he made no demands of me. He showed me in no way what he desired, but he let me make use of him whichever way it pleased me.
Although I wanted to have him inside me, I was so eager to touch him that I furiously kept at that activity I had begun so unexpectedly.
'Oh, oh!' he panted, 'miss, I believe that if you don't stop… ah!... I will come in my pants.'
I rubbed even harder.
I could feel the heat of his body through the clothes.
He squeezed my tits even harder, so close he was to his ejaculation. Then, with a little gasp, he moaned, and his body jerked all over.
'Did you come, my dear Maurice?' I asked.
He nodded, breathless.
I picked up the bags and the packages he had dropped, and, with some coquetry, I said:
'There will be more for you, if we can find a better place.'
And with that I ran upstairs, leaving him, much confused and very hot.
*
I only hoped to see my dear Maurice only when I was sent to fetch some food, as the rest of the time I was always with Mother.
She seemed to have become very attached to me, even though she rarely spoke in more than a few declarations which admitted or required no answers. She always kept me within her sight, and, apart from the purchase of our food, refused to allow me out of the house when I asked permission to go for a walk.
The next day, our activities repeated the pattern of the days before. After breakfast, she instructed me to dress up in my best clothes and accompany her.
After our visit to a well-to-do gentleman who, once again, made no promise of ever offering my mother and me some assistance, Mother gave me a few coins and asked me to buy us lunch, while she went upstairs to wash herself and make herself ready for the repast.
I walked into the usual shop, finding that, suddenly, my heart was beating very fast.
This time, the old gentleman was not there. Only the old lady was there. She was sitting down on a chair, shelling beans into a big pot. Each time one fell in, it rang like a bell.
'Mademoiselle,' a voice rang out.
I saw Maurice's hair emerge from a trapdoor in the floor.
'We've just received some pork. Butchered this morning. I am rubbing it with salt and spices…'
At once, I grasped his meaning.
'Isn't that a curious activity? I have never seen it done.' Then, turning towards the told woman, I said: 'Would you mind if I walked downstairs to see how it is done before you help me with my purchases?'
The old woman looked at me, then at Maurice, and, with a big grin and a look in her eye that scared me quite, she said:
'You're pretty. I was pretty too, and I too used to ask to see how the pork was rubbed. Now, I look like this, and I don't get much rubbing. You go downstairs, my dear.'
And with that she went back to her beans.
I thanked her and carefully walked down a narrow set of stairs into the basement.
This space was much larger than I had anticipated. The soffit was quite low. Broken in many arches and sustained by a forest of columns. There were many rooms and corridors that departed from there.
On the shelves that ran along the walls, I saw jars filled with pickles submerged in brine. The glass and the opaque liquid caught the light of the lamps, sending green flashes as I moved along the space.
There were cured meets hanging from hooks on the rafters, and large carcasses of pigs cut in half. There were cheeses of all sizes and shapes half hidden by the straw lining. Then more jars of jams and preserves. There were the terrines and the blocks of lard.
The air was filled with the smell of spices and fermentation. It was an odour that reminded you of bodies on a summer night after a long day of work, the breathes of the mouths filled with wine, the armpits, the groins. It was at once repulsive and attractive.
I noticed Maurice, half hidden in the dusk, signalling me to follow him into a small room, a cubicle that opened on a wall, but had no door to hide its content.
I walked slowly. I could barely see the ground I was stepping on.
As I stepped into the room, which was not illuminated by lamp or candle and was therefore dark safe for whatever light came in from the larger space I came from, Maurice took me in his arms and kissed me.
Oh, the happiness I felt in that moment! I knew I was loved and desired.
My hands began to grope him, feeling his body, loosening his clothes.
He too was busy feeling my shapes. He seemed very attracted to my bosom, which he soon freed from the constraints of my dress and petticoat.
'They're so big!' he said.
I rejoiced for I knew that I pleased him.
'Touch them, Maurice,' I said.
He didn't just kiss them. He squeezed them and kissed them. He filled his mouth with the nipple. He bit gently the flesh.
This titillated me and warmed me greatly.
I quickly dropped my clothes.
His fingers ran along my naked body, which he couldn't fully see on account of the darkness of that room. He felt the size of my buttocks, then, seeing that I was not protesting but that I was allowing him free movement, he touched the tuft of hair that I have on the front.
'It's all yours,' I whispered, and he quickly moved his fingers through the fur, looking for that tender bud that makes a woman's rose fill with dew.
While he was so engaged, I undid his pants, and, once he was free of them, felt the size of his testicles, then assessed his penis, which was already nearly fully erect.
'Will you suck me?' he asked me, suddenly sounding a little timid.
I was so eager to do so that I quickly dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. It had a strong flavour for Maurice must have had been working all day, but I didn't find the taste unpleasant. I had seen and heard enough of these things by then to know that a man likes to have his entire organ swallowed and licked and slobbered on and then swallowed again, that, when he's filled with passion, has no regard for the comfort of the lady, but he is eager and selfish.
I was happy to please him in such manner, and I passed my tongue on each part of his manhood, and I often put the glans in my mouth and then, without pause, swallowed the shaft until I reached the base and couldn't breathe and felt my heart beating faster. I still pushed on, wanting to please this man without regard for myself. I spat and drooled on his cock to aid my work with much lubrication. I moaned to fuel his passion.
I could feel it growing in size, throbbing inside my mouth.
This game was diverting me too, so that I found my own fingers stuck inside my pussy, moving savagely, not knowing when I had put them there. I stretched myself. I probed. I tickled. I pulled. I was very wet and very hot all over.
Maurice was now moaning too, such was his pleasure:
'Ooooh! My… Loooord!'
But I didn't want him to come so soon.
'Maurice, would you like to fuck my little cunt?'
He lifted me up in his arms and then lowered me on his cock, which went in all the way in one fast swing.
'Aaah!' I cried.
In this position, with my legs spread wide apart, held in his arms, I felt the penetration much more greatly that I had when the peasant had taken my virginity. I was also not well practiced in the art of taking cock, and, at first, I felt that this assault was going to break me.
Maurice knew nothing of these feelings, he bounced me up and down with great strength, such was his desire for me.
I let him continue, and soon I forgot that initial pain. Oh, what great pleasure I found then in his arms!
'You're… making… me come, Maur – ooooh! Gawd!' I said, feeling that great surge coming over me.
I crossed my legs around him, and hugged his neck with my arms, wanting to hold this man close to me.
Maurice was sending loud grunts each time my pussy came down on his cock:
'Ah! Uhg! Ah!'
He then gave a louder cry and lifted me until his dick came out of my pussy completely, so that he wouldn't ejaculate inside my womb. He quickly took one of my breasts in his mouth and gave it a big, hard suck.
'Mmmmh!' he moaned.
'You can come in my mouth!' I said.
But I could tell from the way his breathing was becoming calmer that he had already orgasmed, sending his spunk somewhere across the room.