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story of the eye

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– georges bataille

I grew up very much alone, and as far back as I can recall I was frightened of anything sexual. I was nearly sixteen when I met Simone,a  girl my own age, at the beach in X. Our families being distantly related, we quickly grew intimate. Three days after our first meeting, Simone and I were alone in her villa. She was wearing a black pinafore with a starched white collar. I began realizing that she shared my anxiety at seeing her, and I felt even more anxious that day because I hoped she would be stark naked under the pinafore.

She had black silk stockings on covering her knees, but I was unable to see as far up as the cunt (this name, which I always used with Simone, is, I think, by far the loveliest of the names for the vagina). It merely struck me that by slightly lifting the pinafore from behind, I might see her private parts unveiled.

Now in the corner of the hallways there was a saucer of milk for the cat. “Milk is for the pussy, isn’t it?” said Simone. “Do you dare me to sit in the saucer?”

“I dare you,” I answered, almost breathless.

The day was extremely hot. Simone put the saucer on a small bench, planted herself before me, and, with her eyes fixed on me, she sat down without my being able to see her burning buttocks under the skirt, dipping into the cool milk. The blood shot to my head, and I stood before her awhile, immobile and trembling, as she eyed my stiff cock bulging in my pants. Then I lay down at her feet without her stirring, and for the first time, I saw her “pink and dark” flesh cooling on the white milk. We remained motionless, on and on, both of us equally overwhelmed.

Suddenly she got up, and I saw the milk dripping down her thighs to the stockings. She wiped herself evenly with a handkerchief as she stood over my head with one foot on the small bench, and I vigorously rubbed my cock through the pants while writhing amorously on the floor. We reached orgasm at almost the same instant without even touching one another. But when her mother came home, I was sitting in a low armchair, and I took advantage of the moment when the girl tenderly snuggled in her mother’s arms: I lifted the back of her pinafore, unseen, and thrust my hand under her cunt between her two burning legs.

I dashed home, eager to jerk off some more, and the next day there were such dark rings under my eyes that Simone, after peering at me for a while, burying her head in my shoulder and said earnestly: “I don’t want you to jerk off anymore without me.”

opening the floodgates

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With her lying on her back I run my hand fingers first down her belly, and rest my palm against the pubic bone convexing out above her cunt. My fingers curl down, and come to rest, index and ring against her labia, and middle laid dead center straddling her opening.  I push down with the middle and rub along her crease, feel her wetten from inside to out, push inside and curled back and rub up, move in her slow, pull my finger out, and spread the wetness over her hair, her belly, her thighs.

Back inside and mobile, exploring deep and remote reaches, dark corners and hidden folds, back out, down to her ass, her wetness a river running between her thighs to pool on the bed beneath her, my other hand moves and a finger pushes into her ass, slow as she lets me in.  I want my dick inside her and grind into her hip but that doesn’t help the need just burns worse.  I play my fingers into her and lean in and put my mouth on hers and lick her tongue and she moans into my throat.  She pulls off my fingers and moves over me, straddles me.  I hold her face and inhale her deep, we kiss long and low and I move my hand down, hold her throat, rub my knuckles against her little tits, hold her belly in my palm, rest my fingers over her crease again. I push on her belly with the heel of my hand and she laughs surprised. You’ll make me pee, she says, and I smile. Pee then, I say, and push again.

The smile fades and she looks at me and into me and the moment holds for an uncertain beat. I hold her gaze and see the corners of her mouth bend up faintly. Another beat holds and then, through my fingers down her thighs onto my belly onto the bed below us runs her piss warm and wet, a river from inside her as she stares deep into me and lets herself go.  I reach both hands inside her thighs and feel piss mixed with her fluid and I pull myself down so that my mouth is under her and I pull her down onto my mouth and lick and suck and swallow her until she comes, moaning into the wall in front of her, grinding down onto my face, I hold her still and lick at her until she reaches down and pushes my head away and looks at me that I have to stop.

she comes, moaning into the wall in front of her, grinding down onto my face