Free Teleny or the Reverse of the Medal by Oscar Wilde, Anonymous Page A

superstitions, and still our ignorant forefathers were sometimes right.
    —What! you do not mean to say that you believe in such tomfoolery?
    —It might be tomfoolery, as you say; but still it is a fact. Hypnotize a person, and then you will see if you can get the mastery over him or not.
    —Still, you had not hypnotized Teleny?
    —No, but our natures seemed to be bound to one another by a secret affinity.
    At that moment I felt a secret shame for Teleny. Not being able to understand the working of his brain, she seemed to regard him in the light of a young cock, who, having crowed lustily once or twice at early dawn, has strained his neck to such a pitch that he can only emit hoarse, feeble, gurgling sounds after that.
    Moreover, I almost felt sorry for that woman; and I thought, if I were only in her place, how disappointed I should be. And I sighed, repeating almost audibly—'Were I but in her stead.'
    'The image which had formed itself within my mind so vividly was all at once reverberated within Rene's brain and he thought, if instead of this lady's mouth those lips were my lips... and his phallus at once stiffened and awoke into life; the glands swelled with blood; not only an erection took place, but it almost ejaculated. The countess—for she was a countess—was herself surprised at this sudden change, and stopped, for she had now obtained what she wanted; and she knew that— “Depasser le but, c'est manquer la chose.”
    'Teleny, however, began to fear that if he had his mistress's face before his eyes, my image might entirely vanish; and that—beautiful as she was—he would never be able to accomplish his work to the end. So he began by covering her with kisses; then deftly turned her over. She yielded without understanding what was required of her. He bent her pliant body on her knees, so that she presented a most beautiful sight to his view.
    'This splendid sight ravished him to such an extent that by looking at it his hitherto limp tool acquired its full size and stiffness, and in its lusty vigour leapt in such a way that it knocked against his navel.
    'He was even tempted for a moment to introduce it within the small dot of a hole, which if not exactly the den of life is surely that of pleasure; but he forbore. He even resisted the temptation of kissing it, or of darting his tongue into it; but bending over her, and placing himself between her legs, he tried to introduce the glans within the aperture of her two lips, now thick and swollen by dint of much rubbing.
    'Wide apart as her legs were, he first had to open the lips with his fingers on account of the mass of bushy hair that grew all around them; for now the tiny curls had entangled themselves together like tendrils, as if to bar the entrance; therefore, when he had brushed the hair aside, he pressed his tool in it, but the turgid dry flesh arrested him. The clitoris thus pressed danced with delight, so that he took it in his hand, and rubbed and shook it softly and gently on the top part of her lips.
    'She began to shake, to rub herself with delight; she groaned, she sobbed hysterically; and when he felt himself bathed with delicious tears he thrust his instrument far within her body, clasping her tightly around the neck. So, after a few bold strokes, he managed to get in the whole of the rod down to the very root of the column, crushing his hair against hers, so far in the utmost recesses of the womb that it gave her a pleasurable pain as it touched the neck of the vagina.
    'For about ten minutes—which to her felt an eternity—she continued panting, throbbing, gasping, groaning, shrieking, roaring, laughing, and crying in the vehemence of her delight.
    'Oh! Oh! I am feeling it again! In—in—quick—quicker! There! there!—enough!—stop!'
    But he did not listen to her, and he went on plunging and re-plunging with increasing vigor. Having vainly begged for a truce, she began to move again with renewed life.
    Having her a retro, his