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

thoughts were thus concentrated upon me; and the tightness of the orifice in which the penis was sheathed, added to the titillation produced by the lips of the womb, gave him such an overpowering sensation that he redoubled his strength, and shoved his muscular instrument with such mighty strokes that the frail woman shook under the repeated thumps. Her knees were almost giving way under the brutal force he displayed. When again, all at once, the flood-gates of the seminal ducts were open, and he squirted a jet of molten liquid down into the innermost recesses of her womb.
    A moment of delirium followed; the contraction of all her muscles gripped him and sucked him up eagerly, greedily; and after a short spasmodic convulsion, they both fell senseless side by side, still tightly wedged against one another.
    —And so ends the Epistle!
    —Not quite so, for nine months afterwards the Countess gave birth to a fine boy—
    —Who, of course, looked like his father. Doesn't every child look like its father?
    —Still, this one happened to look neither like the Count nor like Teleny.
    —Who the deuce did it look like then?
    —Like myself. The boy looked like me.
    —Bosh!

    —Bosh as much as you like. Anyhow, the rickety old Count is very proud of this son of his, having discovered a certain likeness between his only heir and the portrait of one of his ancestors. He is always pointing out this atavism to all his visitors; but whenever he struts about, and begins to expound learnedly over the matter, I am told that the Countess shrugs her shoulders and puckers down her lips contemptuously, as if she were not quite convinced of the fact.

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    You have not told me when you met Teleny, or how your meeting was brought about.
    —Just have a little patience, and you will know all. You can understand that after I had seen the Countess leave his house at dawn, bearing on her face the expression of the emotions she had felt, I was anxious to get rid of my criminal infatuation.
    At times I even persuaded myself that I did not care for Rene any more. Only when I thought that all my love had vanished, he had but to look at me, and I felt it gush back stronger than ever, filling my heart and bereaving me of my reason.
    I could find no rest either night or day.
    I thereupon made up my mind not to see Teleny again, not to attend any of his concerts; but lovers' resolutions are like April showers, and at the last minute the slightest excuse was good enough to make me waver and change my decision.
    I was, moreover, curious and anxious to know if the Countess or anybody else would go to meet him again, and pass the night with him.
    —Well, and were these visits repeated?
    —No, the Count returned unexpectedly; and then both he and the Countess started for Nice.
    A short time afterwards, however, as I was always on the watch, I saw Teleny leave the theatre with Briancourt.
    There was nothing strange in that. They walked arm-in-arm, and wended their way towards Teleny's lodgings.
    I lingered behind, following them step by step at some distance. I had been jealous of the Countess; I was ten times more so of Briancourt.
    'If he is going to pass every night with a new bed-fellow,' said I to myself, 'why did he tell me that his heart was yearning for mine?'
    And still, within my soul I felt sure that he loved me; that all these other loves were caprices; that his feelings for me were something more than the pleasure of the senses; that it was real, heart-sprung, genuine love.
    Having reached the door of Teleny's house, both the young men stopped and began to talk.
    The street was a solitary one. Only some belated homegoers were every now and then to be seen, trudging sleepily onward. I had stopped at the corner of the street, pretending to read an advertisement, but in reality to follow the movements of the two young men.
    All at once I thought they were about to part, for I saw Briancourt stretch out both his hands and grasp Teleny's. I shivered with