Emmanuelle - Part 4

Dismay if the two men were going to

Give her a demonstration on the spot

The Sam Lo

The section of the city that Emmanuelle was now discovering bore

Little resemblance to the avenues lined with concrete buildings that

She had known since her arrival in Bangkok. Following Mario, and

Followed by Quentin, she apprehensively placed one sharp-heeled shoe

In front of the other on a footbridge made of a plank about thirty

Feet long and one foot wide, with each end resting on a support that

Rose from the still, greasy water of a canal that seemed to be

Primarily a sewer. When they reached one support, they had to step

Sideways onto the next plank. The further she went, the more

Emmanuelle felt that she was leaving the known world forever. The

Night was thick with such total silence that she scarcely dared to

Breathe, much less to speak. Half an hour earlier, she and her guides

Had left the log house in a narrow boat. They had left the boat and

Begun following that wooden side-walk perpendicular to the main canal

And above a secondary one that was narrower and quite shallow. A man

Emerged from one of the huts. Very tall, with a muscular torso

Wearing a piece of red cloth tied around his waist. He thoughtfully

Untied it. When he was completely naked, he urinated into the water

Emmanuelle had never seen a penis at rest that was as long as this

One. As long in repose as Jean's in erection. "It's beautiful," she

Thought, and the whole man was beautiful. When they came up to him

He stared at her from less than three feet away. She thought of only

One thing: that penis. If it should rise... But the Thai remained as

Calm as marble. He looked at her half-bare breasts and his member did

Not move. They passed him and continued on their way. A fork. The

Ghostly path branched out. Mario hesitated. He consulted Quentin and

Finally chose one of the branches. Emmanuelle had not said a word

Since they had left the boat. Suddenly a cry escaped from her. The

Wooden path had turned sharply and led into a kind of courtyard. She

Merely thought it was a clearing because she had such a strong

Feeling of being lost in a jungle. Facing them was a fantastic

Figure, sixty feet high. She had seen it from a distance but had

Mistaken it for a tree. It was Genghis Khan: thick moustache

Merciless eyes, bulging muscles softened by the moonlight

Emmanuelle's heart pounded in disorder. No doubt about it, the

Sorcery was beginning. They crossed the storage area, passing between

The great Khan's legs, and entered a little courtyard. It was a

Hostile place, impregnated with an odour that was difficult to define

.Something like a mixture of dust, smoke, liquorice and tea. They went

Into a windowless room containing only a bench covered with a torn

Cretonne. A dirty curtain, dyed a hideous blue, was hung across its

Far end. Almost immediately a hand pushed it aside, and a woman

Appeared. She was a very old Chinese woman, surely a hundred years

Old, thought Emanuel, whose perfectly oval face was so wrinkled that

It looked like crêpe. The slits of her eyes and lips were so thin

That they could barely be discerned among the folds of her skin. Only

When she began speaking in a cracked voice, uncovering black

Lacquered teeth, was Emanuel able to determine with certainty

Where her mouth was. When she had finished a rather long speech

To which Mario appeared to pay no attention, the hostess made a

Low bow. Then she turned and plunged into the depths of the building

They followed her without a word. First they went through a totally

Dark room. Emanuel had a feeling that there were moving shadows

In it. She was genuinely afraid. Next they entered a little room

Where she discovered with uneasiness that two old men, looking

Almost mouldy, were lying naked on a varnished wooden platform

She blinked her eyes and had time to see their ribs outlined beneath

Their brown skin, spotted with white, and their dilated dreamy

Pupils, which did not seem to see her. She also cast a quick glance

At their wrinkled penises and dry testicles, but the group was

Already passing into another room. The old Chinese woman stopped

Delivered another sermon, then vanished as though through a trapdoor

"What's happening?" Emanuel asked. "What are we doing in this sinister

Place? Everything here is disgusting." "That's just an idea of yours

" Said Mario. "It's dilapidated, I'll grant you that, but it's very

Well scrubbed." Another woman appeared, much younger than the first

But also much uglier. She was carrying on a round tray an alcohol

Lamp with a long chimney an inch thick, tiny little round tin boxes

Long steel needles, dried palm leaves, cut into rectangles, and a

Tube of brown, highly polished bamboo, about as long as an arm and as

Thick as a flute. Mario anticipated his pupil's questions. "You'

Re looking at a pipe, my dear. Isn't it a beautiful object?" "A pipe?

" She asked, laughing. "It doesn't look like one. Where do you put

Tobacco?" "You don't put tobacco in it. It holds a little bowl of

Opium. And you only take one puff, then you fill the bowl again. You'

Ll see how it works when you've tried it for yourself." "You're not

Going to make me smoke opium, are you?" "Why not? I want you to know

What that game, or that art, consists of, because you mustn't be

Ignorant of anything." "And what if I take a liking to it?" "What

Harm would there be in that?" He laughed. "But don't worry, I haven'

T brought you here to convert you to opium. It will only be a prelude

" "And what will happen after it?" "You'll find out when the time

Comes. Don't be impatient, cara. The ceremony of opium requires

Perfect composure of soul." "If I like it, can I come back?" "

Certainly," said Mario. Her question seemed to amuse him. He looked

At her with indulgence, almost tenderness. "I thought it was illegal

To smoke opium," she said. "It is, and so is making love outside

Marriage." "What would we do if the police came here?" "We'd go to

Jail." He pursed his lips and added: "But not without first having

Tried to bribe the policeman by negotiating your charms." She smiled

Sceptically and teased him: "Since I'm married, I'm negotiable only

At the cost of another crime." "With God's help, you and the

Representatives of the law would commit that crime." He uncovered

One of her shoulders and an entire breast. Then, holding this breast

In his hand, he asked: "Wouldn't you?" She was glad for him to

Undress and touch her. "You wouldn't be willing to render that

Service for all three of us?" he said. She reassured him: "Yes

I would, and you know it." Then, hesitantly: "And how many policemen

Usually make those raids?" "Oh, no more than twenty." She laughed

Again. The servant had put down her tray in the middle of the

Platform. Mario let go of Emanuel's breast, which he left uncovered

Put his arm around her waist and drew her forward. "Lie down here

" He said. She sat down with repugnance on the edge of the varnished

Platform, while her two companions stretched out on either side of

Her, so that the three of them formed a circle around the lamp

She overcame her disgust and followed their example by lying down

And leaning on one elbow, with her head resting on her hand.She

Could not take her eyes off the oblong flame that was rising

Inside the thick glass chimney. A kind of fascination emanated from

It. The Chinese woman knelt at the foot of the platform and opened

One of the little boxes. It was filled with a dark, opaque substance

That had the consistency of thick honey. With the point of one of

The long needles she took out a drop of it the size of a grain of

Wheat, held it above the lamp for an instant, rolled it on one of

The pieces of fibrous leaf that she was holding in her other hand

And exposed it to the flame again. The scorched drop crackled

Swelled to twice its size, took on beautiful glints, and became so

Pure and shiny that the nearby objects were reflected in it, adorned

With flames. It was oozing life. "It's beautiful," murmured Emanuel

Twenty policemen, she remembered. That was a lot. But to save Mario

From jail, she knew she would do it. The officiating priestess. He

Drew the mysterious smoke into his mouth, in what seemed to Emanuel

An endless puff. "Now it's your turn," he said. "Don't let the smoke

Come out your nose. Don't choke. Don't cough. Breathe in slowly and

Steadily." The woman prepared another pipe. Again the brown sun

Blazed at the end of the magic wand, jumfying and panting as though

From desire. Emanuel saw it as an image of her sex, calling with its

Swollen lips to the ram of fire that would traverse it, leaving it

Bruised, burnt and sated. It was pleasant, she thought, to feel her

Vulva becoming more moist as the iridescent drop expanded with

Pleasure above the flame. It was as if she were preparing herself

Publicly, ceremoniously, to make love. She held her bare breast in

The cup of her hand. She was happy. Only one thing was lacking in

The scene to make it perfect. The attendant should have been a young

Docile beauty, with an innocent face and an offered body. Mario

Quentin and Emanuel would slowly undress her by degrees, and play

With her, together or in turn, each according to his tastes and to

The extreme limit of his pleasure. What a pity that Mario had not

Provided for that! However, she had such a strong desire for a girl'

S legs to be mingled with her own, and to have a girl's sex into which

She could put her fingers, the Chinese woman almost looked beautiful

To her. The pipe was handed to her. She succeeded in absorbing a thin

Puff. She laughed heartily. "I like the taste," she said, "but it

Grates on your throat." "You'd better drink some tea." Mario gave an

Order to the servant. The tiny teapot was filled to the brim with

Green tea. She carefully poured a jet of steaming water into it, and

Immediately emptied its contents into a cup. A penetrating fragrance

Arose from it, more like jasmine than tea. Emanuel burnt her tongue

And uttered a cry of pain. It was Quentin who was smoking the pipe

He did not succeed as well as Mario. "I want to try it again,"

Emanuel said impatiently, excited by the novelty of the experience

"I'm sure I'll have fantastic sensations this time. What will I dream

About?" "Nothing at all. In the first place, opium doesn't make you

Dream. It makes you lucid, and frees you of all bodily miseries and

Mental fetters. Secondly, before you could feel any effect at all

You'd have to smoke several pipes." "Then I will!" "You'll have one

More and that's all. If you went beyond that tonight, the only

Pleasure you'd get from it would be to have me hold your head while

Your stomach churned." The second pipe gave her a fit of coughing

And did not taste as good to her as the first. As for Mario and

Quentin, they both declined even a second experience. "Are you afraid

Of becoming addicted?" she said mockingly. "My dear," retorted Mario

"I'm going to tell you a very grave secret. Taken in excess, opium

Deprives its smokers of a large part of their male ardour. And, as

You know, we have not come here for the pleasures of the mind, but

For those of the flesh. You remember asking me how we went about it

With boys, don't you? Well, the good lady who reigns over this

Clandestine opium den also raises comely young lads for the diversion

Of her clientele. We're going to ask her to present an assortment

Of them to us." He said a few words to the servant. She hurried away

And reappeared with a wrinkled Chinese woman. Mario spoke to her

After a few minutes he reported: "She's answered my request by

Offering me something else. That's within the rules of the game."

"What did she propose?" "Girls, of course. I made an appropriate

Remonstrance. Then she suggested showing us some salacious films."

"Well, why not?" "We didn't come here for so little. She also offered

To present a living spectacle. Two maidens tenderly making love

Before our eyes."That's nothing that

Would interest you, is it, Emanuel?"

He resumed his negotiations, then reported to them: "I told her we

Wanted some boys endowed with nimble tongues, classic buttocks

Unfailing endurance, robust members and rich sap." Emanuel covered

Her breast. The old woman spoke again. "What did she say?" asked

Emanuel. "She wanted to know if the boys were for me or for you." "

And what did you answer?" "I said they were for all of us." The old

Woman began droning again. "I'm afraid things aren't going to work

Out," said Mario. "This old lunatic stubbornly persists in claiming

That she has no boys available tonight. Some noble foreigners have

Allegedly ransacked her breeding stock. Surely she simply wants us to

Pay her more." He started the discussion again. Finally he announced

"She won't budge an inch. We'll have to seek our fortune elsewhere."

He conferred with Quentin for a long while. "He insists on staying

Here," he informed Emanuel. "He says he's sure he'll eventually get

What he wants. I doubt it, but that's his affair. I suggest that we

Leave him here and resume our stroll. What do you think?" She was

Willing to go. The atmosphere was becoming oppressive. Nevertheless

She felt a twinge of remorse at the thought of leaving Quentin. What'

S the matter with me? she rebuked herself. I regarded him as an

Intruder, a nuisance, when he came. We didn't say more than a dozen

Words to each other for the whole time. And now I feel all stirred up

And weak about him. I must be losing my mind. Even so, her heart was

Heavy when they left him there. They walked past the blank-eyed

Skeletons. "Those two don't appeal to you?" she asked Mario

Caustically. She was still resentful of the two men for their

Insistence on procuring boys for themselves. Couldn't they be

Satisfied with her, just for one night? Or, if they really didn'

T like women, why did they both pretend to be so interested in her?

And that idiot, Mary Ann, how could she be so feather-brained as to

Put her under the tutelage of homosexuals? When she got her hands on

Her again, she'd make her swallow her pigtails. "Why is Quentin so

Fascinated with boys?" she attacked. "It wasn't very nice of him to

Desert us like that. For a man of taste, the love of boys will always

Have a quality that the love of women has only in exceptional cases

The quality of abnormality. For me, making love with a boy is erotic

In so far as it's against nature, as imbeciles rightly proclaim. Are

You sure it's not simply in your nature?" "Yes, I'm sure. I like

Women. For a long time going to bed with a man was hard for me to

Conceive of. I tried it for the first time last year. I was glad I

Did. As you can see, it took a long time for even my mind to develop

" "But," she insisted, "have you also loved women during the past

Year?" He burst out laughing . "What a question! Do I look like a

Paragon of chastity?" "Many women?" she wanted to know. "Not as many

Certainly, as the lovers I'd have had if I'd been lucky enough to be

A pretty girl." He added, with a smile of homage to Emanuel, "And not

As many as the mistresses I'd have had, either." "Which do you like

Best?" she asked almost angrily. Mario stopped. They had reached the

Place where the clearing gave way to the bridge of planks. He took

Her by the shoulders and drew her toward him. She thought he was

Going to kiss her. "I love what's beautiful," he said forcefully. "

And what's beautiful is never something that's already been done, and

It's never something easy. It's something that you make out of life

For the first time, with an act of yourself and the act of someone

Else, and that you throw toward the infinite before it has time to

Take on its dead form. What's beautiful is what didn't exist before

You and wouldn't have existed without you, and will never again be in

Your power when the injustice of death has felled you on this earth

That you loved. What's beautiful is the moment that was nothing and

That you have made unforgettable. It's the person who was nothing and

Whose singular form you have lifted up against the amorphousness of

Destiny and the multitude. What's beautiful is to surmount your

Pieties toward your nation and your time, your fear of shocking them

And being censured, so that a new species will be born of your

Refusal to be like your meek fathers, your faceless mothers, your

Hypocritical brothers and your fashion-enslaved sisters. What'

S beautiful is to hasten to discover, to make your leap without

Weighing the dangers or remembering past sweetness. It's doing what

You've never tried before and will never experience again, because

The days and nights of your life will be only those which you'

Ve enriched with an extraordinary act. And is there anyone, in heaven

Or on earth, who can give you back the days and nights you've lost?

What's beautiful is to try everything and refuse nothing, to be

Capable of knowing everythingInnumerable bodies in our likeness, men

Or women, heaven or hell, it matters not, to the depths of the

Unknown to find the new. What's beautiful is to be the opposite of

The gregarious, kiddish, lazy animal that you were born. What's

Beautiful is to say no to the temptation that immobilises you or

Limits you, and to say yes, always yes, however weary you may be, to

The temptation that multiplies you and drives you forward, and forces

You to do more than is sufficient or necessary, and more than others

Are content to do. What's beautiful is to find a new cause of

Astonishment every day, a reason for wonder, a pretext for effort

And victory over the temptation of the acquired, and over the

Satiation and sadness of age. What's beautiful is to change

Tirelessly, because every change is an advance, every permanence a

Grave. Contentment and resignation are a single despair, and anyone

Who stops and gives up becoming something else has already opted for

Death. You're always free, of course, to prefer the peace of tombs

To embalm yourself in the mediocrity of an existence without desires

Like a wax virgin in her jewelled shrine. But I, who am trying to win

You over, not to death but to life, I say that it would then be

Better if you had never been born, because each human life that

Becomes frozen is a dead weight on our planet, and hinders the

Advance of our species. Know this, Emanuel, the future of the earth

Will be what your body's power of invention makes it. If your dream

Should darken and your wings fold, if by a stroke of misfortune your

Curiosity should falter, your insight and perseverance should fail

Then that will be the end of man's hopes and chances, the future will

Be eternally like the past. Love of loving is what makes you the

Fiancée of the world. Thus everyone's fate depends on your passion

And courage, and if you forgo the conquest of a single man or a

Single woman, you, their betrothed mistress, will be enough to make

The race forgo the conquest of the light-years and the nebulae. Do

You understand? It's not the pleasure of the moment that I bring you

But the pleasure of the most remote. Happiness is not in the place

Where you are, it's in the place you dream of reaching. Ah, yes

Emanuel, I don't quench your thirst with illusions, I burn you with

Reality, I teach you not that which is most convenient, but that

Which is most daring." "Take me," said Emanuel. "You don't know me

Yet. I'll have a new taste for you." He shook his head. "That would

Be too easy. I want something better. Let me guide you." They began

Walking across a meadow, and because Emanuel's heels sank into the

Soft ground, she took her shoes off. "You'll tear your stockings,"

Said Mario. "Wouldn't you rather take them off?" She sat down on the

Trunk of a fallen tree. She pulled up her skirt. The cool air

Reminded her that her panties were in Mario's pocket. The moonlight

Was so bright that her belly could be seen clearly while she was

Taking off her garter belt. "I never tire of the beauty of your legs

" Said Mario. "The beauty of your long, lithe thighs. Why don't you

Also take off your skirt?" he suggested. "You'll be able to walk more

Easily, and I'll enjoy seeing you that way." She did not hesitate an

Instant. She stood up and unfastened her belt. They continued on

Their way. Below her black silk sweater, her buttocks and legs

Despite their tan, looked strangely bright in that night. Mario took

Her hand. "We're there," he said after a time. "Look! Have you ever

Seen anything like it?" She looked in the direction of his gesture

From a tree with an enormous trunk, strange objects were hanging like

Fruit. She saw that they were phalluses, and uttered a rather

Admiring exclamation. "Some are votive offerings," explained Mario

"Others have been hung in the hope of obtaining fecundity or sexual

Potency. Their size is in proportion to the worshipper's wealth, or

The urgency of his prayer. I must point out to you that we're in a

Temple." This reminded Emanuel of the indecency of her attire. "If a

Priest should see me like this!" "You don't seem at all out of place

To me, in a sanctuary dedicated to Priapus," said Mario. "Everything

Connected with his cult is permissible, even respectable here." The

Phalluses hanging from the branches ranged from the size of a banana

To that of a bazooka, but the realism of detail was the same in every

Case. They were all made of carved and coloured wood, with a little

Spot of pink to embellish the opening at the tip. The foreskin was

Figured by deep folds behind the glans. The arched shape of the

Erection was rendered with striking beauty.Hundreds of them were

Hanging from several other trees. Wax candles had been placed here

And there, in wooden candlesticks, all through that penis orchard

Most of them were extinguished, but numerous sticks of incense

Identical to those which one lights before the image of Buddha or on

The altar of one's ancestors, were burning in the garden, giving off

Their heady, tenacious odour. Their glowing ends dotted the night

With little points of red. Emmanuelle saw with anxiety that several

Of these sticks were moving. It was not one man who was there, but

Four, five, six —at least ten men. One of them looked very young

Nearly a child. The others were older. None of them said anything. "

Here's a sympathetic audience," Mario said jokingly. "What shall we

Perform for them?" He plucked a phallus of relatively modest size

From the nearest tree. He handed the carved wood to Emmanuelle. "Isn'

T it pleasant to touch?" She felt it. "Show them how you would use

Your hands to do honour to it if it were alive." She complied without

Protest, because for a moment she had been afraid he might ask her to

Use it as a dildo and put it inside herself. Her fingers caressed the

Religious effigy as though they really hoped to make it ejaculate

She herself was finally taken in by that parody. She almost regretted

Not being able to use her lips. The men's eyes had begun to glow

Their faces were rather tense. Mario made a movement. Almost

Immediately she saw his erect penis, larger and redder than the

Wooden phallus. "It's now time for illusion to yield to reality," he

Said. "Let your hands be as tender to flesh as they were to inanimate

Matter." She obediently took hold of his member. He turned to face

The squatting men so that they could see better. Time stopped. No one

Made a sound. She concentrated to the point of dizziness. She no

Longer knew if the pulsations in her hand were his or those of her

Own heart. She made miraculously artful efforts to make it last

Finally he murmured: "Go!" A spurt of uncommon length and density

Traversed the night and sprayed some of the wooden phalluses, making

Them swing and turn at the ends of their vines. "Now you must do

Something for our spectators," he said immediately. "Isn't the

Bambino adorable? I myself wouldn't mind being tempted, but tonight

I'll leave him to you." He motioned to the boy and addressed a few

Words to him. He stood up slowly and took off his shorts. Naked, he

Was more beautiful. A still juvenile penis was thrust out

Horizontally in front of her. "Suck and drink," Mario ordered. She

Had no thought of refusing. She knelt on the soft, thick grass and

Took the boy's member in her hand, pushing back the skin that half

Covered its end, which quickly grew larger. She put it between her

Lips, as if she first wanted to taste it. She kept it there for a

Moment, while her hand slid along the rest of his penis. Then she

Took all of it in her mouth, so deeply that her lips touched his bare

Belly and her nose sank into his passed down. She remained motionless

For a time. Then, conscientiously, skilfully, without trying to cheat

Or hasten the end, she began moving her mouth back and forth. For the

First minute she had to struggle against the nausea that rose in her

Throat. It was not that she felt it was degrading, in itself, to

Perform that act of love with an unknown boy. The same game would

Have pleased her greatly if Mario had imposed it on her with a blond

Elegant boy who smelt of eau de cologne, in the bourgeois drawing

Room of a Parisian friend. She had, in fact, come very close to

Deceiving Jean, just before she left Paris, by giving in to the

Advances of the precocious little brother of one of her mistresses

She had made imaginary love at least a dozen times with that little

Boy, who had known nothing of her but a moist offered sex and had

Begun to penetrate it. But with this one it was not the same. He did

Not excite her at all. She was going through with it to obey Mario

But her senses and her inclinations refused it. "Do a good job

Anyway," she told herself. Little by little she let herself be caught

Up in her own game. She forgot to whom that penis belonged and began

Loving its warmth and strength, letting its glans probe her throat

And seek, to suit itself, the place where it would climax its

Excitement. She felt her lips and her clitoris becoming sensitive

She finally closed her eyes and let her sensations take hold of her

Her caresses reached their goal. The flood of sperm on her tongue

Gave her as much pleasure as if it had been Jean's. It had a

Different taste. She found it very good. It did not matter that all

Those men were looking at her. She wanted to bring her own excitement

To fruition.Before the boy had withdrawn his penis from her mouth

She began stroking the butt of her sex with her fingertips, and a

Short time later she abandoned herself to orgasm in Mario's arms

While he kissed her lips for the first time. "It's very important for

A woman," he commented, "to drink sperm often, and from many and

Varied sources. You must do all that because you're beautiful." "Isn'

T it possible to be pretty and remain decent?" she sighed. "It can be

Done, of course, but at one's own expense. Is it forgivable for a

Pretty woman not to use the power of her beauty to obtain what homely

Women vainly long for all their lives?" "You seem to think that all

Women dream of nothing but debauchery." "Is there any other good?"

They took a different direction from the one she knew and came to a

Real street. "We'll take a samlot if we can find one," said Mario

She had never used that means of transportation. It would be more

Enjoyable to let herself be carried along by the indolent rhythm of

A tricycle rickshaw under the luminous sky than to risk death at

Every turn in a taxi. They found an available samlot. Its driver

Also called a samlot, made a gesture of invitation toward the narrow

Seat covered with red oilcloth. Mario motioned Emanuelle to get into

The samlot and sat down beside her. They were squeezed in tightly

He put his arm around her shoulder and she pressed up against him

Happy. In sitting down she had pulled her skirt up to the top of her

Legs, because he had told her he liked them. The samlot began

Pedalling his rickshaw. She suddenly had an idea that she herself

Judged to be fantastic and insane. She turned sideways toward Mario

With one hand, which he tried to make firm, she undid one of his

Buttons, then, hastily, all the others, moving downward. She slipped

Her hand inside his trousers and took hold of his sleeping penis

Only then did she begin breathing again. "That's good, Emanuelle,"

He said. "I'm very proud of you." "Really?" "Yes. Your act deserves

To be admitted into the kingdom of eroticism, because convention

Requires men to take the initiative, and women to follow their lead

A woman who makes the first move, at a time when a man isn'

T expecting it at all, creates an erotic situation of the highest

Value." She felt in her hand that his approval was not purely moral

"Remember that principle in other circumstances," he went on, "and

You'll always find it to your advantage. Needless to say, however

It's subject to the clause of novelty, according to the rule." "What

Do you mean?" she asked. She began caressing him gently. "If you'

Re a gentleman's habitual mistress, and you take off your clothes in

Front of him, even if he hasn't asked you to, there's nothing

Unexpected in it, and therefore there's no eroticism in it. But if

Your ambassador introduces you, during lunch, to a diplomat who'

S passing through Bangkok, and asks you to take him to see the Temple

Of Reclining Buddha, and if, afterward, having invited him to have a

Cup of tea in your parlour, you sit down beside him on your best

White silk sofa and casually take off your blouse, shaking your hair

In a perfectly natural way, that spontaneous act will leave an

Imperishable mark in his memory. On his deathbed, his last thoughts

Will be of you." Emanuelle was delighted by the size to which Mario'

S member had grown as the result of her nursing. He gave her a kindly

Smile. "I adore your hand. Don't change your way of using it." The

Caresses she was giving him had inflamed her own senses. Even the

Jolting of the springless rickshaw on the rough street added to her

Pleasure. "The samlot doesn't know the sight he's missing," remarked

Mario. He whistled. The samlot turned around. His eyes went from one

Of his passengers to the other, and brightened with a broad smile. "

He likes us," noted Emanuelle. "Yes. We've found an accomplice. It'

S not surprising, because he's handsome. There's an International Free

Masonry of Beauty. A certain number of things are permitted only to

Those who are beautiful." With the hand that was not caressing Mario

She pulled her sweater out of her skirt and began taking it off. He

Helped her. For a moment she had to let go of his erect organ. But it

Was only a brief interlude. "Now I wish we'd meet someone," he said

"Isn't the samlot good enough as a witness?" she pleaded, in spite of

Herself. "He's no longer a witness. He's a participant." He whistled

Again, and the Thai looked back from his saddle. He seemed keenly

Affected by Emanuelle's near-nakedness, and the rickshaw swerved

Sharply. All three laughed loudly. Emanuelle felt as if she were a

Little drunk. Mario's wish was granted. A rickshaw came toward them

With two American sailors crowded into it. They screeched like

Peacocks when they discovered the spectacle.Mario and Emanuel

Pretended not to see or hear them. The sailors gesticulated

Desperately, trying to stop the two vehicles, but neither driver

Showed any reaction, and they both continued pedalling at a steady

Rate. Emanuel said: "Where would you prefer to ejaculate? In my hand

Or mouth?" Mario didn't answer immediately. She leaned down and took

Him first between her lips, then deeply into her mouth. Before she

Had time to get back into position, they stopped in front of the gate

Of Mario's garden. He slipped away from her hands, leapt out of the

Rickshaw and buttoned his trousers. She also got out, but didn'

T judge it necessary to put on her sweater. She held it in her hand

Along with her purse. Her breasts showed an admirable curvature in

The moonlight. He opened the gate. The Samlo was now standing beside

His rickshaw with no visible emotion, apparently waiting to be paid

Mario spoke to him. A real speech, with intonations, silences and

Eloquent affects. The Thai nodded. "There, it's settled and I'

Ve found my hero," said Mario. "Another example of how a man will

Sometimes go far away in search of what he could easily have found in

Front of his door." "What? Do you mean —?" "Of course. Don't you deem

Him worthy of my favours?" She had been expecting him to take her in

His arms as soon as they were inside his house. She was ready to

Spend the rest of the night there if he asked her to, and had given

Up all thought of going home. He could have done with her whatever he

Wanted. And now it turned out that he wanted nothing. The only thing

He had in mind was to find a young man for his bed. She looked at the

Samlo. Her eyes were so blurred with tears that she could not see him

Distinctly. Was he really so handsome? "Don't begin tormenting

Yourself in advance again, cara," Mario said gaily. "I have a

Marvellous idea, you'll see. Once again you'll be grateful to me

Come in, hurry." He opened the door and drew her inside, holding her

By the waist. She yielded to him without ceasing to sulk. She had had

Enough of his ideas. Even so, she was glad to return to the drawing

Room, with its areas of light and shadow, the red leather sofa, and

The spicy smell of the khlong. She suddenly felt sleepy. What a

Night! Mario brought enormous glasses, containing crystals sparkling

In a green liquid. "Peppermint on the rocks," he announced. "That

Will put new life into my beloved." His beloved? The word brought a

Faint, bitter smile to her lips. The Samlo was standing rather

Stiffly in the middle of the room. He took with obvious embarrassment

The glass that Mario handed him. They all three drank in silence

Emanuel was so thirsty that she emptied her glass all at once. Mario

Was right: she felt herself reviving. He abruptly sat down beside

Her, put his arms around her and kissed her left breast. "I'm going

To take you," he said. She was too stunned to show any reaction

Furthermore, she was not convinced. "But I'm going to take you

Through this handsome fawn. I'm using the word 'through' in its

Literal sense. That is, I'm going to traverse him to reach you. I'

M going to possess you as you have never been possessed before, and

As I have never before possessed a woman. You belong to me more than

Anyone has ever belonged to anyone else. Do I have your consent?" "

Do whatever you like with me," she said. For the second time he kissed

Her on the lips. Now she was completely happy, and impatient for him

To exercise his power over her. "Your first lover," he said elatedly

"You're going to have your first lover tonight." She was ashamed of

Having deceived him, of not having admitted her adventures in the

Plain to him. But was it important? In a sense, because for the first

Time she was giving her entire consent, because with total lucidity

With full awareness, with premeditation, she wanted to be an

Adulteress. He really would be her first lover. "The first of many?"

He asked, as though to be made sure she had assimilated his teachings

. "Yes," she answered. How wonderful it was to abandon herself so

Completely! A woman who gave herself to only one man could know

Nothing of the step that Emanuel was now taking in promising all of

Herself to many men —an unlimited number of men. No other woman could

Ever be as adulterous as she was at that moment. Who else could

Perform the miracle of deceiving her husband, for the first time

With all the men who would want her in the future? "You'll never

Refuse yourself again?" he insisted. She shook her head. She thought

If he orders me to give myself to ten men tonight, I'll do it

He asked her to give herself only to the Zamlo. She took off her skirt

And remained on the sofa, leaning back against the thick cushions

Whose softness delighted her. She held her legs apart, with her heels

Resting on the rug, and put her arms around the Zamlo's back as he

Cautiously began penetrating her. When he was completely inside her

Mario, who till now had been sitting next to her, embracing her

Stood up and placed himself behind the Zamlo. His hands seized him

By the sides and she felt them touching hers. She heard moans of

Pleasure escaping from Mario. Sometimes they were almost shouts. "

Now I'm in you," he said. "I'm piercing you with a sword twice as

Sharp as that of common men. Do you feel it?" "Yes, I'm happy."

The Zamlo's hard penis withdrew three quarters of its length from

Her, returned inexorably, and resumed its movements at a more rapid

Pace. Without worrying about whether she had Mario's permission to

Yield to orgasm, she screamed immediately, and her body writhed on

The silky leather. The two men joined their wails to hers. Their

Compound cry slashed through the night, and dogs answered it in the

Distance with a chorus of endless barking. But they took no notice

Of it, they existed in another world. Their trio seemed to be

Regulated by an inner harmony, like the works of a watch. They had

Succeeded in forming a profound unity, without fissures, more perfect

Than any couple could have achieved. The Zamlo's hands pressed

Emanuel's breast, and she sobbed with pleasure, arching her back to

Let him enter her more deeply, panting that she was happier than she

Could stand, and begging him to tear her, not to spare her, to come

In her. Mario sensed that the Zamlo's endurance was inexhaustible

But he himself could hold back no longer. He sank his fingernails

Into his partner's flesh, as though giving him a signal. The

Two men ejaculated simultaneously, the Zamlo into the depths

Of Emanuel's body, feeling himself invaded at the same time by

Another outpouring. Emanuel screamed louder than she had ever

Screamed before, as the acrid taste of the semen that was

Inundating her rose in her throat. Her voice reverberated from

The surface of the black water, and no one could have said to whom

Her cry was addressed: "I'm in love! I'm in love! I'm in love!"