Pussy lovers gone wild

In the end she consented, thinking in herself that Pierre was too honest to do her daughter ill, and she enjoined him guard her well.

Behold, then, these pussy lovers gone wild two on their way; and as they went, the maiden said: “My mother hath strictly enjoined me to guard my maidenhead.

It seemeth that at assemblies one is in case to lose it. How best preserve it?” “Hath not thy mother shown thee a method of so doing?” “Yea,” answered the maiden, “she hath enjoined me to press my thighs tightly together.” Quitting the road, they entered a wood wherein were several streamlets, which one crossed by means of planks.

Even as the maid walked upon one of these pussy lovers gone wild planks Pierre, who marched behind her, cast a stone into the water hard by the girl. Behold, my maidenhead hath fallen in the water and is lost!” “Fear not,” answered the lad. Come with me ‘neath pussy lovers gone wild the trees, and say naught if the business hurteth thee, for ‘tis all for thy good.” Then Pierre, in very sooth, ‘put back’ the maidenhead for her, and shortly afterward they came to the second plank.

Even as the girl stood upon it, two or three frogs, slumbering at the streamside, were affrighted and hopped into the water, which spirted up ‘neath the maiden. ‘Twas most wrong of thee not to have put it back more firmly.” “Say no more,” answered Pierre.

“I will again put it back.” And when the maidenhead had been put back for the second time, they went on, reaching the assembly, where they diverted themselves as did the others. On their return journey, even as the young girl passed over a plank, Pierre cast in the water an apple which he had in his pocket. “‘Tis the third time I have lost it to-day!” “Fear not,” quoth Pierre. “I am about to sew it on again.” When the maidenhead had been resewed, the girl, who was acquiring a taste for this form of embroidery, said to Pierre: “‘Tis not sewn sufficiently firm.” “Indeed it is.” “‘Tis not.” “But I have no more thread.” “Miserable pussy lovers gone wild deceiver!” cried the girl. “He saith he hath no more thread, yet all the while he possesseth two great balls of it!”[49] [49] _Peloton_ is the word in the text, signifying, literally, _a ball made of things (thread, silk or wool) wound round it_. The play on words is remarkably apt in the last few lines of the story, _peloton_ exactly connoting, in the mind of the simple girl, the youth’s testicles and pubic hair. _VARIANT._ Beroalde de Verville, in _Le Moyen de Parvenir_, has a similar tale. As it differs in several respects from our _Kruptadia_ version, we give it here. Our extract is from Arthur Machen’s text, which is, so far as we know, the only English translation of the old French Canon’s much censured work.[50] Donatus, one of the characters in the book, is speaking:-- [50] _Fantastic Tales or The Way to Attain: A Book full of Pantagruelism: Now for the first time done into English_ by Arthur Machen: Privately Printed: Carbonnek, 1890.

We shall return to the subject of De Verville’s work in a later page of this volume. One day this young wench pussy lovers gone wild desired to go to a bride-ale, and asked leave of her mother, who granted it on the condition that she would solemnly, paragraphically, and distinctively promise to keep her maidenhead,[51] to which condition the girl agreed with all her heart.

Machen translates “honour.” So she went away to the wedding, and set herself to keep guard o’er her maidenhead. The lasses and lads all danced away, but she not a step, nor did she dare approach the board where the others were engaged in the quintessential operation of making ordure with the teeth. The poor girl stayed all the time in a corner of the room, with her two hands at the bottom of her stomach, just opposite to the diameter (I mean opposite to the centre which so far was cut by no diameter). Coypeau, seeing her thus dung in the mouth (I should say, down in the mouth) came up to her and said: “What cheer, Coz; shall we foot it awhile?” “Nay, I dare not, for fear I lose my maidenhead; my mother bade me take great care of it.” “Oh, Oh,” says he, “and is that all?