The Love Sect
by Unknown
(BH-6017)


INTRODUCTION 

It is relatively little known that the philosophies of socialism and 
communism did not start with Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, who both 
eschewed any spiritual meaning of human life, but that the communal idea of 
"share and share alike" originated among the early Christians. 

After the second century this religious communism ceased to be practiced by 
secular people and became limited to monastic communities where it is still 
practiced today. We must necessarily distinguish between the idea of 
communal "sharing," based upon love for our fellow-men, and the doctrine of 
sharing based on purely economic reasoning. The former belongs to the realm 
of organized religion, the latter to economic ethics and, on a lower level, 
to utilitarianism. 

One of the pre-Marxian doctrinaires of utilitarian socialism was the French 
social philosopher, Francois Charles Fourier (1772-1837), whose teachings 
propagated the improvement of social and economic conditions as the result 
of enlightened reasoning in accordance with the philosophers of the French 
revolution. 

In his work, entitled "Theory of Four Movements and the Common Destiny of 
Mankind," Fourier advocates a cooperative organization of society into 
so-called phalansteries, each large enough to provide for industrial and 
social needs of the group. The term is derived from the Greek word, phalanx, 
a group of individuals united for a common purpose, and the French word for 
monastery, monastere. 

Since the publication of Fourier's book in 1808, groups of intellectuals, 
notably in France and Germany, have tried to live communal lives in 
phalansteric collectives on an experimental basis. In the United States it 
was a group of writers and scholars who founded a phalanstery on Brook Farm, 
near Roxbury, Massachusetts and tried to test Fournier's theory in a model 
socialistic community. The experiment lasted from 1841 until 1847 and was 
discontinued because a purely rational-ethical basis without any deep 
religious conviction proved insufficient to control effectively the innate 
egocentricity and selfishness of human nature. 

Toward the end of last century the Russian writer, Count Leo Tolstoy, 
preached his own version of Christian communism and inspired various groups 
in European countries to unite under the name of Christocrats who combined 
communal sharing with mysticism and vegetarianism. Some of these groups 
could boast of initial success, but they soon deteriorated when they were 
joined by political elements of the Marxian persuasion. 

The most durable religious social communities that had little in common with 
the Social economics of Fourier have been the Mennonites in the United 
States. In their case the religious motivation is strong enough to impose on 
all members of the community a rigorous self-discipline and an austere, 
simple way of life. How long the Mennonite phalansteries will be able to 
withstand the increasing pressures of modern society is yet to be seen. 

The phalansteric Love Collective described in this book actually existed in 
the early eighties of the last century and almost led to a public scandal in 
the better known circles of Parisian middle-class society. 

The anonymous author based his report on the minutes of several formal 
meetings of the "Collective" and on an extensive correspondence among 
several of its members. Albert Sevier, in his "Unedited Letters of Madame de 
Breton," (Duclos & Co., Paris 1905) elaborates on the sexual fantasies of a 
group of 26 Parisians, who tried to act them out within the boundaries of a 
specially founded phalanstery. 

As shown in this book, the participants were chiefly interested in sharing 
their sexual partners rather than their worldly goods, although the statutes 
of their Collective provided for a thorough socialistic approach to matters 
of property and finances. Sevier remarks that the new information about the 
promiscuity and sexual communal living among the Polynesian race incited 
some European groups to imitate the free choice and exchange of love 
partners as well as the performance of sexual acts in public according to 
Bougainvillea's description of his experience in Tahiti and other Pacific 
islands. 

The unexpected climax at the end of the book has also been taken from 
Sevier's publication. It seems that the writer, Madame de Breton, is 
identical with the heretical Adrienne of the story, who practically 
overthrows the Love Collective by reverting to her inherit female instincts 
of possessiveness. Having found the ideal, satisfactory male partner, she 
exposes the artificiality of trying to imitate Polynesian mores in a 
fundamentally occidental society reared on Christian tradition. Her 
impulsive, though decisive reaction also seems to raise the question of what 
constitutes adultery in a legal and a moral sense, respectively. In Western 
Europe the answer was found in silent toleration for the sake of preserving 
the family as a unit, while in our country an ever increasing divorce rate 
has greatly damaged family life. The ultimate answer, it seems, will never 
be found in moralistic absolutism, but rather in a gradually changing 
concept of marriage as a social contract. 

-John E. Wright, Ph.D. Los Angeles, September 1968 

 CHAPTER ONE 

BERTHA GERANDO 

Her elegant residence on the Rue Galilee consisted of two enormous salons 
that looked even larger on account of the huge mirrors on each wall. A long 
hallway connected one of the salons with Bertha's study that was lined with 
more books than one might have expected to find in a woman's apartment. An 
almost hidden door next to some large bookshelves led to a delightful little 
boudoir in the style of Louis XV and, adjoining it, the "inner sanctum," the 
bedroom. 

Bertha Gerando, nee Leydier, an attractive blonde that looked somewhat 
younger than her 27 years, impressed male admirers with her well-formed, 
slender figure, her fine complex ion and particularly with her beautiful 
blue eyes. 

Clad in a light blue peignoir she had draped herself on a chaise longue when 
her personal maid announced a male visitor. Bertha read the name on the 
visiting card that the maid had handed her on a small tray. 

"Oh, it's M. Breton ... please, tell him to enter ... she said in a joyful 
tone. 

Pierre Breton was a well-built, dark-haired man who looked a little older 
than his 33 years. He had a generous nature and used to hide his strong 
erotic needs behind an old-fashioned sentimentality. His bachelorhood 
brought him several disappointing experiences with women and when he married 
a young girl of good family, he hesitated to approach her as any husband has 
the right to approach his wife. 

The young woman tried to forestall the fulfillment of her matrimonial duties 
in the bedroom by posing as a virtuous virgin who detested the animalistic 
desires of the male. Pierre Breton had soon become suspicious of the sexual 
disposition of his wife when he noticed her warm friendship with Madelaine 
Pellen who was always surrounded with a group of attractive young women who 
overwhelmed one another with tender kisses and other demonstrations of an 
affectionate friendship; perhaps too affectionate. Pierre was a gentleman 
and kept the fact of his wife's marital frigidity to himself. His discretion 
was rewarded when he, at last, succeeded in penetrating the secret of that 
group of female friends of which his wife was a part. 

Mme Gerando stretched out her hand to be kissed and asked her guest to sit 
down in the chair opposite her chaise longue. 

When the maid had left the room, Bertha asked in a hushed voice: 

"Well? What's the news?" 

"Everything has been settled!" 

"You have now all our signatures?" 

"Yes! Here is the last one from Marie Rastegue! I received it from her 
personally in her place at Fontenay-aux-Roses." 

"In other words, we have signed our souls away to the devil and are going to 
suffer eternal damnation...?" 

"If you call the sweetest sensual pleasures damnation, you are right. We 
shall have a great opportunity to lead a healthy life of the senses, 
something that our hypocritical society has always made impossible for 
us...." 

"You really believe that our Love Collective will offer us the most 
satisfactory fulfillment?" 

"Come, come ... don't pretend! You are quite convinced of it just as I am! 
After our first common meeting you will sigh with pleasure...." 

"Perhaps! But the first moments of this new life will be somewhat difficult 
for us. We shall have to get used to it...." 

"Difficult? You don't sound very convincing! Here, look at this list...." 

"What is it?" 

"One of the so-called weekly schedules...."Would you mind explaining it to 
me?" 

Oh, it's really quite simple. You are one of the co-signers of our contract 
and are familiar with its content, aren't you?" 

"Yes ... I think, I am...." 

"Do you remember paragraph six? It should be of great interest to you since 
you are starting tomorrow...." 

Bertha blushed slightly and stammered: "You know ... this is really a little 
embarrassing ... There are five men to be present...." 

"Yes, but they are all your brothers...." 

"My brothers ... as you call them! All right! I don't mind, really, but it 
will take some time to get used to all this. Oh, don't be afraid, I am not 
going to shrink my duty; that's not my way of doing things. I am quite 
determined to go through with it, although I hardly know those five 
'brothers' as we are supposed to call them. Anyway, I hope they are going to 
be quite well known to me when I start in on my second week of 
'afternoon-service.' " 

"You mean your 'at-home service' which falls on afternoons?" 

"Yes, that's what I mean." 

"Believe me ... you will be delighted! And don't forget that those others 
might be just as embarrassed as you, but ... you will be amazed at the speed 
with which you will overcome those first moments of shyness." 

"I am sure of it. I won't play the prude! But now, please, explain that list 
to me." 

"Well, you see that each of the vertical columns is headed by the name of 
each one of us. On the left side of the horizontal columns are the days of 
the week. Now, each time one of our gentlemen pays you a visit you mark the 
respective day in his column...." 

"And for what purpose?" 

"It is a sort of statistic ... a kind of bookkeeping on our communal love 
life." 

"Hm, it's an original idea! And I am beginning tomorrow?" 

"Yes! And I am sure you will be much in demand...." 

"But ... but ... if it should become known?" 

"What does it matter? It all remains in the family, so to speak. Don't 
forget, we are one big family now and all those who visit you are your 
relatives. Only we know what is going on, and as far as outsiders are 
concerned ... what could they possibly find wrong with your relatives paying 
you visits?" 

"I understand ... but ... people are not always as stupid as we think, and 
they might become suspicious about my sudden popularity...." 

"Don't worry! I know that our gentlemen are as discreet and tactful as 
diplomats. Apart from these visits, don't forget our common meetings. They 
are the really important thing in our new life." 

"Oh, those meetings! I bet that each one of us is going to become red in the 
face...." 

"Kisses will make the blushing disappear very soon." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

JULIETTE SIZAC 

A huge apartment on the Avenue des Champs Elysees, full of precious and 
elegant furniture, paintings and costly oriental rugs. 

Juliette Sizac, nee Raymond, was a good looking blonde of twenty-one. She 
hid her very passionate nature behind a facade of provocative roguishness, 
but not with much success; her sensual mouth and her challenging eyes gave 
her away. She made a good choice in marrying Eliacin who was able to 
initiate her in the whole gamut of sensual pleasures and to satisfy her in 
every respect. 

Before meeting Juliette, Eliacin Sizac had an affair with Mme. Duport and 
his sexual prowess permitted him to continue the relation ship after he 
became Juliette's husband. Etienne Duport suspected his wife's continued 
affair with Sizac and retaliated by availing himself of Juliette's obliging 
nature. 

As soon as Eliacin discovered this he persuaded Duport's sister-in-law, 
Lucie Vautrin, to leave town with him for three days and spend the time in a 
pleasant hotel in the country for the sake of amorous amusement. 

This escapade would have led to quite a scandal unless Mme. Duport's 
ingenuity had not prevented it. She arranged things all around by presenting 
her husband with the young Paola Raymond as a mistress, but not before 
getting Juliette's consent. But this remedy did not work out as one had 
hoped, because Etienne's young brother-in-law, Charles Vautrin tried to 
share Paola's favors with him. 

Again it was Mme. Duport who knew how to mollify her husband's hurt feelings 
by sending her own sister, Lucie, into his bedroom. A fresh girl of 
seventeen was exactly what pleased M. Duport most. 

Juliette Sizac was not satisfied with one extramarital lover; she needed 
more. Apart from Etienne Duport, she took up with Ludo-vic Rastegue, Lionel 
Sifferland, and Theodore Castex. They all tried to keep everything quite 
secret, but it could not be avoided that everyone suspected everybody else. 
And now all kinds of "retaliations" were carried out. 

Charles Vautrin, stimulated by the possession of Paola Raymond, wanted to 
get a good taste of Juliette, too. He did not have to go down on his knees 
to get her to agree to anything. Juliette's sexual knowledge would have made 
her suitable for the most spoiled clientele in a first class bordello. This 
was the female member of the new collective whose task for the first week 
was to acquire new members from the outside. 

She and her husband went to inspect the apartment on the Rue des 
Grandes-Ecluses. The entrance to the building was locked at all hours of the 
day and the night. An old woman opened and let them enter. She introduced 
herself as the "concierge" and quickly assured Juliette and her husband that 
she was the most discreet creature on earth. 

"I never see or hear, anything! I don't care whether the lady will always 
come here with this gentlemen, or with others. I don't know of anything and 
I never say anything. Nobody will ever get anything out of me!" 

She was given a generous tip and let Juliette and Eliacin inspect the large 
apartment which covered the whole second floor. It consisted of several 
large rooms that were separated by small and rather dark cabinets. The huge 
dining room had been changed into a luxurious bathroom, or rather, a 
bath-hall. 

Eliacin and Juliette made sure that everything had been arranged as they 
wanted it. Juliette was experienced enough to play-act in all sorts of ways, 
anticipating the numerous love bouts that were going to take place here, so 
that her husband fell for her ruse and actually became sexually aroused. 
First he pretended to be amused at Juliette's carrying on, but soon he 
undressed her and carried her to the large bed in the first room. Thus they 
initiated the place as if it were one of those antique temples of Venus. 

When they were both satisfied, he asked his wife why all the small cabinets 
connecting the rooms were without any windows. 

"Don't you remember, stupid," Juliette said, "they all have peepholes in the 
walls ... Eliacin burst out laughing. 

"I bet the others don't know anything about that.... 

"O yes, some of them do." 

"There will be a lot of embarrassment if the rest discover the existence of 
the peepholes...." 

"Don't worry, after the first week they will fight for a place near them. 
They will love to watch other couples in action...." 

Eliacin drew his sensual wife toward him and embraced her even more 
passionately than before, not forgetting all the details that an experienced 
lover should know. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

THE ACQUISITION OF NEW MEMBERS 

On May 9, at six in the afternoon, Juliette took her first promenade in the 
Parisian streets with the purpose of attracting erotic customers. 

In a yellow silk dress with matching hat, she was the picture of elegance 
and nobody could have suspected that the beautiful woman was about to become 
competition for streetwalkers. She had sent her carriage and coachman home 
after he had taken her as far as the intersection of the Rue St. Honore and 
the Madelaine. Now she walked languidly down on the Madelaine, quite 
conscious of the many admiring glances of the passing men. 

Eliacin, meanwhile, had taken his sister-in-law to dinner and then proceeded 
with her to the apartment on the Rue des Grandes-Ecluses where Juliette was 
to make an appearance as soon as she had found a customer. 

But although many men followed Juliette with their eyes, they did not dare 
to address her like a prostitute; she looked too much the great lady. After 
an hour of wandering through the crowded streets, she decided to have dinner 
at some restaurant. She chose the nearest, at the next corner, and ordered a 
very simple meal. A man at the adjacent table tried to start a conversation 
with her, but she gave him only monosyllabic answers. He did not look like 
anything that she had set out to find. 

When she left the restaurant at half past seven, she noticed that an 
elegantly dressed man was following her. He was tall and of good build and 
did not seem older than about fifty. He caught up with her in front of the 
Opera and addressed her just as she was turning into the Rue Scribe. 

"Excuse me, Madame," he said in a cultivated voice, "you walk in such a 
relaxed manner, as if you were merely enjoying a walk...." 

Juliette's silence was supposed to indicate that she was a lady and demanded 
more courtesy. 

The man took the unspoken cue and lifted his hat with a ceremonious gesture. 

"Excuse my intrusion, Madame, but I would like to offer myself as a 
companion so that we can enjoy our beautiful Boulevards together...." 

"Thank you, but I don't need any companionship." 

"Oh, but you are mistaken, Madame! A lady of your beauty and youth does need 
somebody to protect her. You are running a risk by walking alone so late in 
the evening." 

"There's nothing I have to fear...." 

"Oh, I am sure you could never be mistaken for anything else but a lady, but 
one never can tell what some rowdy might try to do. Please, accept my arm to 
guide you. As you can see, I am a mature man who will enjoy conversing with 
you as if he were an acquaintance of long standing...." 

Juliette pretended to reflect for a moment. "All right, Monsieur, there is 
no harm in enjoying a good conversation, I suppose...." 

"Of course! Especially as there is nothing else one can do on the 
street...." Juliette's laughter gave him courage. 

"Ah, you are laughing, Madame! Laughter is always a bridge on which people 
can meet...." After walking together for some time, the man began to realize 
that his elegant female companion was no" prude and when Juliette discovered 
that he was an easy mark, she decided that it was about time to steer him 
toward the house in the Rue des Grandes-Ecluses, but not before she had 
succeeded in making him give her a "present" of one hundred francs. 

"My husband and I live in a small provincial town where life is extremely 
dull and monoto nous. Every year I spend eight days in Paris in order to 
raise a little money for dresses and things a lady needs. My husband 
believes I am visiting my parents who live here, and when I come back with 
some newly bought things I tell him these are gifts of my parents...." The 
gentleman was highly pleased to hear this story. His beautiful companion 
looked and talked like a lady, to be sure, but she was quite approachable, 
after all. When they entered the large apartment, she explained: "One of my 
rich woman friends lets me use the place for my little adventures...." 

The man looked around. 

"That's very nice! But ... what's behind that wall-papered little door in 
the corner?" 

"Oh, that leads to a small cabinet. But it is empty ... You are not afraid 
of anything, are you?" 

Juliette was taking her hat off and revealed her beautiful hair. A very 
light tap behind the wall let her know that her husband was at his 
observation post. 

"Afraid?" said the man. "Not at all! With you I'd go anywhere...." 

He reclined on the sofa and tried to put his arms around Juliette who gave 
him a light slap on his wrist. 

"You are not shy, my friend. What is your name, by the way?" 

"Marcel!" 

"Is that your real name?" 

"Yes, my first name." 

"But you also must have a last name...." 

"Are you really discreet? Can I be sure you won't talk to anybody about me?" 

"Why? Because you are married?" 

"How do you know?" 

"I am intuitive! You can trust me...." 

"Well, yes, I have a wife...." 

"And how old is she?" 

"Forty!" 

"Forty ... already?" 

"Yes, but we didn't come here to discuss my wife, did we?" 

"No, we didn't, but I asked you to be a gentleman and tell me your last 
name." 

"Delrieu." 

"And what is your occupation?" 

"I am doing nothing at all." 

"Ha! That is the best occupation in the world!" 

"My dear girl, don't you think we should start being nice to each other?" 

"What exactly do you mean?" 

"Well, that we should kiss and caress each other...." 

"All right! Start kissing and caressing me, my friend!" 

"I believe it is you who should begin...." 

"Ha! You seem to be spoiled rotten...." Marcel Delrieu laughed and pulled 
Juliette on his knees. 

"You are delightful, little darling. Quick, kiss me!" 

"No!" 

"Oh yes!" 

"You are ordering me around!" 

"On the contrary! I am begging for a kiss...." 

"That's better! Hold still now . . 

She pressed her lips on his right eye and heard him sigh. 

"Your lips are warm and soft." 

"At least you don't complain ... wait a minute! What are your hands looking 
for under my skirt?" 

"The very thing that one is looking for when one has a beautiful girl on his 
knees . . 

He lifted her skirt and began to caress her skin. 

"Ah, you don't wear any panties?" 

"I try not to. It helps whenever I meet somebody who is in a hurry like 
you...." 

Marcel noticed the sarcastic undertone in her voice and laughed. 

"Well said, but you could be mistaken about me, my girl. Perhaps I am not in 
such a hurry as you may think. When it comes to making love, I am very 
thorough, like a real artist who takes his art quite seriously. Are you sure 
you can fulfill all my wishes?" 

"That depends on what you mean by all your wishes!" 

"A thousand little by-plays that are inspired by a beautiful female body and 
which arouse my passion into a full flame...." 

"But...." 

"No buts, please! I already gave you one hundred francs. Here are another 
one hundred and now try to follow my cues...." 

"All right, then. You may order whatever comes to mind!" 

He pressed his hot lips on her neck and pushed her toward a large armchair. 

"Come, sit on that chair!" 

"But why?" 

"You'll see! Rest your legs on either arm of the chair." 

"If it's nothing more difficult, all right! Here I am the way you want me." 

"Fine! And now don't move!" 

Marcel knelt in front of her and bared her legs, thighs and the secret part 
between the thighs. The view of Juliette's undoubted charms, the silky skin 
on the firm thighs, the curly hair on her abdomen, made Marcel lose his 
poise. He let his greedy fingers wander all over these delights. Juliette 
Was a well-trained partner and lifted her thighs even higher so that 
Marcel's lips could press against the paradise for which he had paid two 
hundred francs. She found him to be quite satisfactory and let him know of 
it by emitting a few deep sighs. Marcel stayed down between her thighs for 
quite some time and let himself go. 

At last he got up, his face deeply flushed and perspiring. He dried it with 
his handkerchief, staring at his beautiful partner. When he touched her 
shoulder, she got up mechanically and followed his silent invitation to lie 
down on the sofa. He made her turn her face toward the wall and then lifted 
her skirt and chemise so that her well-rounded buttocks and hips became 
visible. 

He sat down on the floor and feasted his eyes on the perfect beauty of that 
inviting pair of buttocks, the contours of the thighs and the slim legs that 
were covered by black silk stockings. He grasped the naked hemispheres with 
his hands and bent forward to cover them with kisses, but at the last minute 
he desisted and exclaimed: 

"No! Not yet! My eyes have not enjoyed everything to the full!" 

Juliette's voice sounded plaintive. 

"What are you doing there? I don't feel anything! I can't see anything! What 
on earth is going on?" 

"Be patient, my love!" 

Marcel was now kneeling in front of her proud buttocks and opened his fly. 
His cupid was standing up, straight and hard, ready for action. When 
Juliette felt that probing member on her buttocks, she jumped up and avoided 
Marcel's embrace. 

"What is the meaning of this here?" She stood in front of him, her arms 
akimbo and seemed angry. "Speak up, man! What do you think you are doing!" 

"But, my love, why are you so angry?" 

"Well, that is quite obvious...." 

"Are you afraid of something?" 

"I just don't like this sort of thing...." 

"But you agreed that you will satisfy all my demands and wishes...." 

"There are wishes and wishes...." 

"What is wrong with that? Just a little friction that might be quite 
pleasurable...." 

"I would prefer not to waste our time with nonsense. This bed here would be 
far more suitable for our purpose than all the rest of the furniture in the 
room!" 

"You treat me badly...!" 

"Marcel, try to be sensible! I went along with you for a while, but I am not 
used to the kind of thing you seem to want. You look surprised? I told you 
the truth when I said I was married. My social position prevents me from 
getting into situations like tonight. Perhaps it is wrong for me to use 
passing acquaintances such as ours to earn some money to replenish my 
wardrobe. But I am a woman and can't resist a beautiful dress when I see it 
in a window on one of the Boulevards. And such dresses are far too expensive 
for my husband's means. Now, try to be nice to me and come to bed with me!" 

She stood before him in one of her clever poses that displayed her whole 
body to full advantage. 

Marcel knelt in front of her. 

"Please, please, let's wait a little while...." 

"No! I choose the bed and nothing else!" 

"All right," Marcel said at last. "But get out of all your clothes." 

"Yes, I'll do that!" 

Marcel was about to undress himself when he heard some noise coming from the 
direction of the cabinet. 

"What was that?" 

"What?" 

"There, in that cabinet or whatever it is!" 

"I didn't hear anything!" 

"I am sure I heard something!" 

"But there isn't anything or anybody in there!" 

"You must be mistaken, my dear . . 

"Then go and see for yourself!" 

Marcel took a candle from the mantelpiece and went to search the cabinet 
without success. 

"Well?" asked Juliette when he returned with a puzzled look on his face. 

"You were right ... There is nothing...." 

"See I told you so...." 

Soon they were both lying on the bed, pressing their nude bodies against 
each other. Juliette wanted to hurry the act because she suspected that 
those who were watching through the peephole desired her body, too, and 
wanted to join her and Marcel. It was good that Eliacin and whoever had come 
with him had quickly left the cabinet before Marcel searched it. Juliette 
turned her full attention now to her partner. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

THE INCIDENT WITH PAOLA 

Eliacin, Prosper Rastegue, and Paola had arrived at the Rue des 
Grandes-Ecluses a short time before Juliette and her acquisition. 

First, they checked on everything in the apartment to see whether the 
peepholes offered a satisfactory view and whether anything that happened 
could be noticed. They lit about enough lamps to illuminate the goings-on in 
the large room and then retreated to their posts of observation and waited 
calmly for the arrival of Juliette and a possible partner. 

Paola was very restless and ran from one room to the other, asking numerous 
questions that must have sounded quite naive to anybody who did not know 
her. 

Her figure was slender and well proportioned and her movements, though 
graceful, betrayed her sensual temperament. She was an expert at lovemaking 
and knew as much about the fine art of giving pleasure to the male as her 
sister. Charles Vautrin was not her only lover; his brother-in-law Eliacin 
Duport, then Paul Gerandno and Jacques Nassau had also known her charms 
quite intimately. 

Being an orphan, she resided with her sister who permitted her complete 
freedom and even asked her own husband to undertake the love training of 
Paola so that the young girl would be able to meet any situation with 
knowledge and poise. 

Paola did not have to think of the future, having a small fortune of her own 
which permitted her to wait until she would find a young man whom she 
intended to marry and who was understanding and sensual enough to share her 
thirst for pleasure. 

When Juliette and Marcel appeared in the apartment, the three observers ran 
quickly to the peepholes and kept their eyes glued to them. Eliacin, though, 
wanted to watch everything without having to talk to the others, and went to 
another dark cabinet where he was undisturbed. He followed everything that 
was going on between his wife and Marcel, and seemed satisfied with 
Juliette's first experiment at being a demimondaine. 

When Marcel admired Juliette's behind, Eliacin noticed that somebody had 
joined him in the cabinet. It was Paola whose quick breathing excited him so 
much that he pulled her into his arms and kissed her furiously. At the same 
moment that Juliette rebelled against feeling the touch of Marcel's cupid on 
her buttocks, the two observers while trying to withdraw, upset a small 
stool. That was the noise that Marcel had heard, but when he investigated, 
those two had already left the cabinet and bolted the door from outside. 

Prosper noticed the return of Eliacin and Paola and signaled to them when he 
saw that they were still kissing each other. He warned them not to make any 
noise, and to watch the proceedings in the large room. He himself kept 
making notes on a pad, alternately watching Juliette and her lover. 

Juliette was now quite nude except for her stockings and shoes. Prosper made 
the following entry on his note pad: 

"Nudity is man's natural condition par excellence! If a person is beautiful, 
nudity accentuates the beauty. The female body reveals not only its physical 
beauty when unclothed, but also a certain grace and tenderness that are 
qualities of the soul. The nude body of a handsome male accentuates his 
strength both of body and character. Whoever condemns nudity betrays only 
his complete ignorance of man's nature and destiny. The act of love between 
two nude bodies is a work of art. De-mimondaines are not to be despised for 
baring her bodies, but rather for the shabbiness of the tricks they often 
use to outwit a paying customer." 

A slight noise made him turn around. He saw Eliacin making love to Paola as 
a dog doing it to a bitch. He quickly added another note: "The witnessing of 
an act of love compels its instant imitation. Jealousy exists only among 
uncultured and unimaginative persons." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

PROSPER RASTEGUE 

Dr. Prosper Rastegue had a pleasant exterior, though he looked more mature 
than a man of thirty. He was known as one of the best educated and 
well-informed men in professional circles, but' at the same time he was a 
sort of enigma to his colleagues as well as to most of his relatives. 

When he was twenty-two he wanted to marry a young girl of the working class 
and his family protested vehemently against such a premature alliance, 
especially with a poor girl of proletarian background. Some of his friends 
suspected that Prosper was the victim of a strong sexual attraction and 
insisted on marriage in order to enjoy the girl's charms legi timately. But, 
suddenly, he had a complete change of mind and renounced all thoughts of 
marriage and even love affairs, and concentrated entirely on his studies. He 
received his doctorate summa cum laude and decided to spend the next two 
years traveling through most of Europe. 

When he returned, everybody marveled at the young man's cool reserve and 
natural dignity and doubted whether he was capable of any warmer feelings. 
Prosper did not volunteer much information about himself and kept strictly 
to himself. He rented an elegant apartment in the Rue de la Boetie and tried 
to acquire a clientele of patients as if he really needed to earn money. His 
private means would have enabled him to lead a life of leisure, but he 
insisted on being professionally active. 

His older brother, the banker Ludovic Rastegue, had married a celebrated 
beauty, Mile. Palmyre Vautrin, and though Prosper admired his sister-in-law 
very much, he paid more attention to her sister, Mme. Leonie Duport, a woman 
who attracted through a peculiar personal magnetism a considerable number of 
men of all ages. It soon became clear to Prosper that Leonie had not 
remained indifferent to his attentions and that her feelings for him 
amounted to more than mere sentimentality. 

As soon as they had become intimate with each other, Prosper discovered a 
strange inclination in his mistress. It was her habit to rouse her lover to 
the heights of passion and then to push him into the ready arms of a rival. 

In the case of Prosper her choice fell on her good friend, Bertha Gerando. 
It was a rather delicate situation since Leonie had had intimate relations 
with both M. and Mme. Gerando. But it did not displease Prosper to acquire 
two mistresses instead of one. The two women did their best to further the 
sexual education of the handsome young doctor and he was one of the first 
instigators when the foundation of a phalansteric collective was planned. 

Both Leonie and Bertha realized that they would have to think of something 
else beside their "love triangle" in order to prevent the doctor from sudden 
backslidings into "respectability," because his behavior, outside of the 
bed, was always full of reserve and strict propriety. If he should discover 
the incestuous affair between Leonie and her brother he might withdraw from 
their circle of friends. Leonie thought she might bring about an affair 
between Prosper and Marie Rastegue, but since she had a nice Lesbian affair 
with Marie at the time, she wanted to keep her for herself. Leonie thought 
long and hard and decided to get Prosper into bed with Palmyre. 

One evening Prosper received the visit of two ladies without any previous 
warning. It was Leonie accompanied by a heavily veiled woman. 

"I am quite sure of your strict discretion," said Leonie, "and that's why I 
venture to ask a great favor of you. A very important errand forces me to 
leave you alone with this lady and I am sure you will be kind enough to see 
her home around midnight." 

Prosper gasped: "What? The lady is supposed to stay here without you?" 

"You will not be disappointed, I assure you! She is young and very pretty!" 

"That may be, but how can I benefit from her beauty if I can't see her 
features?" 

"Quite simple, my friend! As soon as you two are alone, you can ask the lady 
to take off her veil!" 

Prosper laughed, amused. 

"Ah, the great mystery! Love and mystery go together. All right, my 
eccentric friend, I shall take good care of the veiled beauty and I hope we 
shall soon meet again." 

He saw Leonie to the door and when he returned to the room the veiled lady 
was reclining in a large armchair. Prosper, to make a gallant gesture, put a 
cushion under her feet and Palmyre-because it was she-lifted her dress 
slightly so that her well-rounded legs became visible for a moment. 
Wonderful legs, thought Prosper. And the pink silk stockings make a good 
contrast with her black velvet dress. 

After putting the cushion under her feet, he remained in his kneeling 
position and asked: "Don't you think it is about time to lift your veil?" 

"Are you sure you don't know me?" 

"Well, I believe I know your voice...." 

"No, you can't possibly have heard my voice before...." 

"O yes! Your first name is Nathalie, isn't it?" 

"No!" 

"Is it Caroline?" 

"You're wrong again." 

"Well ... then I don't think I know you." 

"I told you so! But I feel pity for your helplessness, my dear Prosper. Help 
me to take off my hat and veil...." 

"Palmyre!" Prosper exclaimed. "You're Palmyre!" 

"And that frightens you?" 

"No ... no, it doesn't frighten me, but what about Ludovic?" 

"My husband? My dear friend, he has become the pupil of a wonderful teacher. 
You may ask Caroline whose name escaped you a while ago...!" 

"Palmyre! Palmyre! How can you?" 

"You big child! Wasn't it you who studied the philosophy of the phalansteric 
family, the ideal Collective? And weren't you one of those who proposed that 
we join in the experiment?" 

"Yes, that is true!" 

"Well, my husband and I approve of this experiment and want to 
participate...." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really! But it's time to recover from your astonishment. Prove to me 
you don't dislike me; and not with compliments, but with action! I am going 
to let you make love to me in any manner that delights you. And the best 
place for that is the bed where you should carry me right now! You have 
waited too long, my friend!" 

Prosper quickly shed his coat and moved to the chair. Palmyre reached out 
from her reclining position and took his head in her hands, drawing his face 
close to hers. As their lips met, at first softly, then with increasing 
urgency, her tongue began to push gently between his lips, until he had 
taken it into his mouth. Her arms snaked around his back and pulled him 
against her. When their long kiss ended, he rested his head against her firm 
warm breasts. 

Then without a word, he rose and carried her into the bedroom, dark and 
warm, soft with the rich fabrics and carpets that furnished it. He placed 
Palmyre on the bed and began to remove her clothing. Her blouse fell open at 
his touch to reveal her superbly melded breasts, high, firm, and very white. 
Prosper touched the small pink tips with his lips, then gently circled each 
of them with his tongue. Palmyre's heavy skirt and petticoats separated his 
hand from the warm nest which it sought, and so he rapidly undid the stays 
and laces until, with a few, slow, graceful, undulating moves, she had freed 
herself from her clothes and lay naked on the dark bed-covering. 

She looked up at him, standing tall and slim by the bed as he removed his 
clothing. His body was white and smooth, the skin tightly drawn over the 
slender muscles. An elegant grace seemed to emanate from him, even in his 
nakedness. She moved her small hand along his thigh, through the dark hair 
that covered it, until it came to rest upon his cock. She raised herself and 
touched the hard tip with her lips and tongue. A small moan came from him 
and he swiftly threw himself upon her, feeling her breasts burn into him, 
and the dampness of her small, exquisite cunt against his thigh. 

"There! There!" She whispered urgently, taking him in her hands and guiding 
him to the pulsating hole that awaited his shaft. She raised herself to him, 
and at the same instant, he moved to her mound with his mouth, tonguing and 
licking the soft edges, probing first slowly, then quickly, the hot, dark 
depths of her being. Just as she began to moan with the incredible pleasure, 
he moved again, this time putting his mouth against hers, thrusting his 
tongue deep into it. His hands were roughly caressing her breasts and the 
sides of her slender body, creating an incredible heat within her. 

With a cry she pulled his head to her breasts and arched her back to meet 
the thrust she knew was coming. With a tremendous plunge, he entered her 
completely and began moving in her, driving her on and on, feeling her hands 
clutching at his buttocks, pulling him deeper and deeper. There was no 
stopping or prolonging the sensation within him. His thrust became more and 
more savage and he wanted to hear her scream with pain, but she made only 
low, throbbing sounds of incredible satisfaction. Her body moved in perfect 
unison with his, answering every hard, male stab with a soft, female 
response that heightened his pleasure even more. 

Then he felt a hot, burning swell rise from the tips of his toes, and with a 
loud cry muffled against her heaving breasts, he came, shooting his seed 
deep into her. At the same moment, she washed his cock with her own, copious 
flow and as he slowed, and finally stopped, he could still feel it running 
along his thighs. After a few moments, they lay still, Prosper still within 
her, her hands still loosely cradling his body against hers. With a gentle 
rocking motion she freed him, and he rolled beside her on his back. Her name 
passed between his lips with a long, heavy sigh as her hands moved from his 
now limp cock, up across the flat stomach and chest, to his lips. His eyes 
were closed, and he gave himself up to the sensation of her cool, soft 
fingertips tracing the outlines of his eyes, nose, and mouth. Following her 
fingers were her lips, moist, and warm, touching the same spots, and moving 
down across his body again, from nipple to nipple, into the warm depths of 
his armpit, down his side and across his stomach to his navel, then into the 
dark hair in which his cock rested. Her hand began to manipulate him gently, 
caressing his balls, moving her finger up and down his stiffening shaft. He 
resisted the impulse to throw her over on her back and plunge once more into 
her, letting this long, slow ecstasy build within him. 

When he was hard, her mouth descended on his cock and engulfed it. Prosper 
gave a groan and heaved his hips upward, plunging deep into her throat. At 
the same time, she began slowly to move her body around, until her throbbing 
cunt was resting against his face. Both his hands found their way between 
her lithe and slender legs. With one finger he explored the hot crevice of 
her behind, and with the other he probed slowly and steadily into the depths 
of her sex. He parted the lips and thrust his tongue into her, as he felt 
the scrape of her teeth against his cock. The sensation set him afire, and 
he came, suddenly spurting deep into her throat. As she swallowed his seed, 
her body came down hard upon him and her orgasm flooded him. Then there was 
only silence, and the occasional whispering of their names as they lay 
exhausted on the bed. 

It was two in the morning when he finally delivered Palmyre at her house. 
Since he was a close relative, the butler was not surprised at the late 
hour, all the less so as Palmyre had informed the servants that she might 
return rather late that night. Prosper returned to his apartment deliciously 
tired and hardly had time to undress when he fell fast asleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

LEONIE DUPORT, NEE VAUTRIN 

She was the most experienced among all the female members of the Collective. 
All of the fourteen male members had slept with her, once or several times, 
and even some of the women could not resist her peculiar Lesbian caresses. 
Both sexes found a mysterious gratification in the arms of that fatal 
beauty. 

First she seduced her sisters, Palmyre and Lucy, whom she moulded into 
highly responsive partners. In a daring move, she abducted Bertha Gerando 
and traveled with her through Italy where the two experienced a Lesbian's 
paradise. But Leonie saw to it that her friend's heterosexual inclinations 
were not neglected. Both enjoyed the embraces of dark-eyed, olive skinned 
fishermen at Capri, from time to time. 

When Paul Gerando discovered the state of things he was quite upset, but 
then he tried to accept the situation in a philosophical manner. He was 
mystified by a sudden communication from his wife who, instead of replying 
to his pleading letters properly, sent him the following note, in Leonie's 
handwriting and with Leonie's signature. 

"Recipient of this has acquired the right to sleep with Palmyre as often as 
he may desire, upon presentation of this note to the abovementioned lady. 

"Leonie." 

Paul was baffled by the note and debated with himself whether it was merely 
a practical joke, or whether it was to be taken seriously. He decided to 
test the case. When he appeared at Mme. Rastegue's apartment, she seemed to 
have expected his visit. 

Palmyre received him in her boudoir with a great smile. 

"Of course, you want to show me Leonie's note?" 

"Why ... you know about it?" 

"Certainly! Let me see that paper...." 

Paul handed it over, hesitating slightly. Palmyre glanced at it and asked: 

"Well, my friend, when do you want to be paid in kind?" 

Paul looked so surprised that Palmyre burst out laughing. 

"Aha, it seems that what you are about to receive does not replace what you 
think you have lost? Is that it?" 

"You are mistaken, my dear! I certainly know the value of what I am about to 
receive, but ... don't you understand that the whole deal is a little 
unusual?" 

"All right, you want me to tear up the note then?" 

"No, no! On the contrary. Keep it in a safe place!" 

"You are a peculiar person!" 

"You seem to be quite serious about it!" 

"I am, but it is you who has to make the final decision...." 

"And you are really willing to ... to...." 

"I always honor my sister's signature...." 

"Well, in that case I insist on going through with it as thoroughly and as 
often as possible...." 

"Fine! I'm free tonight! Come to get me and I'll go wherever you choose to 
take me!" 

"Forgive my behavior, but all this has come so unexpectedly that I am too 
happy to be coherent, at the moment...." 

"Don't apologize ... Just look at it this way: We don't want you to be 
lonely as long as your wife is away!" 

"Thank you! ... Until tonight, then!" 

When he returned home, Paul wrote his wife a few lines: 

"I have handed over Leonie's note and it will be fully honored. Thanks for 
thinking of my pleasure!" 

A few days later he received Bertha's reply: 

"Darling, you have been very nice! Invite Elise and spend some time in the 
country. She will tell you all sorts of interesting things and you will have 
nothing to be sorry about. 

"Always, your Bertha." 

Paul, encouraged by his meeting with Palmyre, went to see Elise. She lived 
with her parents who did not make any difficulties when he invited the girl 
to undertake a little trip with him. They left Paris the same evening for 
Lyon. 

Elise actually revealed a lot of peculiar things to Paul. 

"You ought to know," she said, "that Leonie does not only sleep with Bertha, 
but is having affairs with Nathalie Nassau and Caroline As-senac. The 
willpower of that extraordinary and sensual woman is so strong that one 
can't help obeying her. And one does it with all the more enthusiasm as she 
offers us always new and ever more exciting pleasures. By the way, she and 
Bertha are going to join us in Lyon in two days and you'll be able to judge 
for yourself...." When the two couples met, Leonie explained to Paul all 
about the philosophy of Love Collectives, a philosophy which she had been 
unconsciously practicing and which should be acknowledged and accepted by 
all their families and friends, and that a man like Paul Gerando was the 
best suited to organize such a Collective. 

Leonie looked Paul over and decided that she liked that handsome man whose 
sensual nature she also felt. Although she knew nothing about his erotic 
tastes, she instinctively knew that he would make a most desirable partner. 

"You know, Paul, that such a collective of love offers many new pleasures. 
All senses are going to be engaged! The variations of the love act between 
two, and even among a whole group of participants, are almost innumerable. 
All sorts of new positions can be assumed; eyes, ears, hands and our whole 
bodies will be sources of enjoyment. Sexual love can be far more than you 
have ever suspected, my friend...." 

"But what about jealousy?" 

"That will be neutralized through the exchange of partners. You will soon 
discover that as soon as your partners are attractive, the sexual act 
becomes something impersonal. Jealousy is merely the result of 
possessiveness, but as soon as you can share with many partners, all 
possessiveness stops...." 

In that manner the two couples spent several days, discussing, planning and 
contributing more and more ideas for the Love Collective. The three women 
demonstrated for Paul all sorts of Lesbian acts which culminated in a gen 
eral orgy. Soon Paul lost all misgivings about Leonie's plans and all the 
quicker as she promised to procure for him any woman, married, or single, 
that he might point out to her. 

Etienne Duport was Leonie's second husband who had been her preferred lover 
before her first husband died. He quickly assented to the new plans of his 
wife and thus it came about that most of them were ready to organize the 
Love Collective. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

LUDOVIC AND MARIE RASTEGUE 

Ludovic, a dark-haired virile type of a man was as potent at thirty-four as 
he was at nineteen. He tried to get every woman he met into bed as soon as 
possible and since most of them belonged to Leonie's intimate circle, they 
did not put up much resistance. 

In his house lived his younger sister, Marie, who was a great favorite of 
Leonie's and had come under the fascinating influence of that great 
amoureuse. At nineteen, Marie was fully developed and attracted both sexes 
by her almost classical beauty. She used her independence to get around 
socially a great deal and delighted people not only by her delightful 
exterior but also with her spirited wit and quick sense of repartee. She was 
also an accomplished painter, specializing in still-lifes. She loved to 
tease her brothers and her sister-in-law, Palmyre, but she was more reserved 
than most of the women within her circle. Her only love affair that was 
known was the one with Leonie. Somebody remarked that she once permitted 
Desire Beausire to admire her nude body in the bath, but that might have 
been mere bragging on his part. 

She didn't seem to be in any hurry about finding a marriage partner, and 
although she knew of the goings-on among her friends, she did not encourage 
any male to approach her. Perhaps her senses had not yet been fully 
awakened, or it was Leonie's caresses that proved to be quite sufficient for 
her erotic needs. Men respected her reserve and did not bother her after a 
few polite refusals. 

One evening she was having dinner alone with her brother who kept watching 
her in a peculiar manner which made her blush. After the meal Ludovic 
accompanied her to her room where she was about to put her paints and 
brushes in order when, suddenly, he encircled her waist and pulled her down 
on his knees. 

The armchair creaked under their combined weight, especially when Marie 
tried to wrest herself free from Ludovic's embrace, but he pressed his full 
lips on hers and she stopped moving. At last she was able to free herself 
and exclaimed: 

"Really, Ludovic ... what is the idea?" 

"What's wrong, Marie?" 

"That ... that sort of kiss . . 

"Oh ... you want a few more like that?" 

"How can you ask such a question? You are my older brother, after all!" 

"Don't be childish, Marie! Let me tell you something about your adored 
friend, Leonie! Once you know that, you won't mind continuing our pleasant 
talk." 

"If you want to tell me about her adventure with Charles, you can save your 
breath. I know that story, down to the smallest detail...." 

"Well ... and what about you?" 

"I don't think that Leonie's actions justify you and me to imitate her...." 

"Only because you are frigid! You somehow don't belong in our family...." 

"I ... frigid?" I don't even know what you mean by that...." 

"A person is frigid if he can't feel the urges of love...." 

"My dear Ludovic, love is nothing but sexual attraction!" 

"It can be more than that. And you ought to know it, because your relations 
with Leonie, my sister-in-law, are not purely based on your sexual bouts, as 
you well know...." 

Marie blushed again and couldn't find an appropriate answer. Ludovic used 
her embarrassment to get hold of her hand and said: 

"Leonie is quite an inventive person and that is why I am very fond of her, 
apart from other reasons. When you become acquainted with her grandiose 
plans for our Love Collective you will change your mind very quickly. You 
will have to, because our man-made family traditions are going to yield to 
something more natural, something that was known to mankind during its 
golden age, when all these philistine pruderies were unknown. You will 
discover a sweetness and happiness that has been unknown to you. Why 
shouldn't we prepare ourselves for all those new things right now?" 

"Shut up, Ludovic! If there are some plans of the kind you mention, you can 
afford to wait until the time is ripe!" 

Ludovic gently pulled Marie on his lap and found that her resistance was 
weakening. When his hand slipped under her dress and was stopped by some 
silk panties, he managed to unbutton them. 

"You are taking advantage of me...." Marie complained. 

"Don't be silly! There is nothing to be afraid of ... as you should 
know...." 

"What are you doing with my panties...?" 

"I am tearing them to shreds ... if you don't get out of them 
voluntarily...." 

"You wouldn't dare...." 

She jumped up and her panties fell to her ankles. With one quick motion of 
her foot she threw them to the side. 

"Marie, come here! Let's lie down on the sofa...." 

She was standing in front of her easel and pretending to study her painting. 

"Wait a minute! It seems I didn't finish this picture the way I wanted to . 
. 

"Wait until tomorrow when you can see it in plain daylight . . 

"Ludovic, you let your desires rule you completely...." 

"I would be a damned fool if I didn't let them rule me...." 

"That's your opinion! But I don't want to get involved...." 

"You have no heart at all! You want your own brother to be killed by his 
natural urges...." 

"It is quite otherwise! The lover in you wants to kill your brotherly 
feelings...." 

"The lover in me?" 

"Yes, because once you become my lover, I am losing you as a brother. Both 
can't exist at the same time...." 

Ludovic carried her to the sofa and hugged her tightly, pressing his body 
against hers so that she felt his aroused maleness, something that was quite 
new to her and which apparently wanted to penetrate her body. She resisted 
his advances and gasped; 

"No, Ludovic ... not this!" 

At that moment the doorbell rang. Both jumped up and put their clothes in 
order. 

"That may be a visitor. I'm going to investigate." 

He crossed through the living room into the anteroom and saw his valet 
talking to M. and Mme. Duport. 

"Ah, here you are, my friend," exclaimed Etienne, "I knew you would be at 
home...." 

"Your valet didn't seem to know it ... added Leonie in a reproachful tone. 

"No, my friends, my man acted according to my special orders, but, of 
course, you are the exception. Palmyre has gone to dine with some friends 
and Marie and I are trying to touch up one of her paintings...." 

"Very good," said Leonie, "We are going to spend an hour with you both. 
Originally we wanted to make only a short call, but now we shall stay a 
little longer.' Sorry, but I won't let you talk me out of it." 

Ludovic didn't like her impertinence, but he controlled his feelings and 
said politely: 

"Come in, by all means!" 

When they entered Marie's boudoir, Leonie sensed immediately that they had 
interrupted an intimate situation. Her eyes searched Marie's face and then 
Ludovic's which revealed a slight embarrassment. 

"Listen, Ludovic," said Leonie, "I want to tell Marie a few things which 
can't possibly interest you and don't concern you at all. I am sure you will 
leave me alone with her for a minute. You won't regret it...." 

Ludovic addressed her husband: 

"Come, Etienne, I suppose we have to obey the queen. Let's smoke a cigarette 
in the salon . . 

When the men walked out, Duport whispered into Ludovic's ear: 

"We merely came by to take you to Palmyre. We wanted to repeat our nice 
erotic attempts of last Thursday. You would have lent me your wife, and I 
would have put mine at your disposal." 

"Too bad...." said Ludovic. "You should have let me know of your plans early 
in the morning. Palmyre went to St. Germain ... with Paul!" 

As soon as the two women were alone, Leonie grasped Marie's hands and 
questioned her. "What on earth is going on here?" 

"You should not be surprised at all this! Your wonderful plans seem to have 
stimulated Ludovic to the extent of placing me on this sofa. It was good 
that you rang the bell just when I felt I couldn't push him back." 

"Push him back? My dear child, why in all the world would you want to do 
that?" 

"Well ... I admit, I don't really know why I felt like that ... Perhaps 
because I don't want to give birth to a child that is the result of an 
incestuous relationship...." 

"Silly! You ought to know by now that there are means to avoid 
pregnancies...." 

"I know ... but you never can tell...." 

"You don't reflect much credit on the teachings that I seem to have wasted 
on you. Nature has generously provided two ways for gratification. One way 
leads to pregnancy, the other is quite safe and permits the indulgence of 
sheer lust...." 

Marie laughed: "Ah, you always are quick with some good advice." 

"Believe me, Marie, it is time for you to let a man make a woman out of you. 
Let Ludovic have his way and make use of my recommendation if you should 
have any fears of becoming pregnant. But you must get used to being 
possessed by men. There will be many others beside Ludovic and you will find 
it quite natural. But Ludovic is one of our best males and you can learn 
much from him...." 

Marie seemed to agree and kissed her friend. Both left Marie's boudoir and 
went to find the men who had settled down in a studio at the other end of 
the apartment. 

"Ah, you traitors," said Leonie, "you wanted to get away from us as far as 
possible...." 

"Pure discretion, my dear Leonie...." 

"Discretion? It seems rather the egoism of inveterate cigar smokers. Marie 
wants to finish her painting tonight, Etienne, and since Palmyre is not 
here, let's go to Eliacin, if you like...." 

"As you like, Leonie." 

While Etienne said good-bye to Marie, Leonie whispered to Ludovic: 

"Marie is afraid of becoming pregnant. Well, you know other pathways that 
lead to pleasure...." 

She touched his lips with her fan and laughed. 

When the couple had left, Ludovic and Marie returned to the boudoir and sat 
down, side by side, on the sofa. They looked at each other silently. At 
last, Marie asked: 

"You have decided not to go any further?" 

"Leonie told me of your fears...." 

"And ... you will disregard my feelings?" 

"Stupid! We are going to follow her excellent advice." 

Marie smiled and looked up to him. 

"After all, you are my older brother and I am supposed to respect your 
wishes. But we must keep up appearances. We shall wish each other good night 
in the living room where the servants can notice it. Then you retire to your 
own room and join me in mine in about half an hour." 

"Your words are pure wisdom, Marie. That's how we shall do it." 

Ludovic gave orders to the servants and sent all of them to bed except 
Palmyre's maid, and then went to his bedroom. After thirty minutes he passed 
through Palmyre's bedroom and wardrobe into the small corridor that led to 
Marie's bedroom. He was nude under his silk robe. 

Marie had darkened her room but left the door open so that Ludovic could 
find his way without running against some piece of furniture. When he 
stepped over the threshold, Marie's arm pulled him into the room and he felt 
her naked body press against his. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, and 
Marie felt a thrill course through her body at the thought of what was to 
come. She pressed her nakedness against Ludovic, and let him feel her richly 
formed breasts, her soft stomach, her curly-haired mound all at once. He 
responded by thrusting a heavily-muscled thigh between her legs, deep into 
her groin, so that the coarse hair of his leg caressed the lips of her tight 
cunt. She uttered a small moan and began to move against his leg, her tongue 
still deep in his mouth, his lips sucking at her tongue as if he would pull 
it out. His leg was like a great tree thrust against her, and she reached 
around his thigh to feel the heavy muscles that led up to his small, tight 
buttocks. She pinched and grasped at them, trying to pull him into her, 
feverishly pressing her body to his. 

With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he let the robe fall from his. body 
and threw Marie to the floor where she lay on the thick Oriental carpet, her 
long hair fanning out from her head like a sunburst. She raised her arms 
over her head and arched her body slightly, letting her breasts rise and 
fall, and spreading her legs wide apart with each upward thrust. Her skin 
shone in the darkness as if it had a light of its own. Her limbs were 
beautiful, pale against the dark swirls of the patterned rug; her soft cunt 
hair was the only darkness on her shimmering body. She devoured Ludovic's 
nakedness with her eyes as he knelt beside her. He then put his large, 
strong hands against her breasts and began to caress them. She let her 
fingers wander over his muscular arms and shoulders, digging into the hard 
flesh. 

He held her eyes in a long gaze, constantly moving his hands across her 
belly and into the warm, damp, crevice between her legs. His touch was 
light, but she felt the reserve of incredible strength surging through his 
powerful body as he touched her. Then she felt his fingers probing, very 
gently, into her cunt, circle the rapidly hardening clitoris and press 
urgently against it with his thumb and fingers. His expert touch aroused her 
and her fingers dug into the carpet beneath her, but she could not tear her 
eyes away from his. Then with a swift downward move, his head came to rest 
between her legs and his tongue replaced his fingers. She was delirious now, 
feeling the rapidly increasing heat within her body wash over her again and 
again, each time drawing every drop of her energy to that hot, burning place 
where Ludovic's tongue was working deeper and deeper, faster and faster. 

Keeping her lips pressed together, she emitted long, low moans, digging her 
hands into the hair of his head, pressing it to her and locking her thighs 
around his neck. His hands had begun to move over the rest of her body now, 
and she pushed her breasts into them as they moved upward along her 
straining, heaving torso. Her heels kicked into his back when she felt the 
hottest surge of all flood from within her, and came in a tremendous orgasm 
as Ludovic's tongue worked quickly and surely. He continued for several 
seconds afterward, and then stopped. Marie's breathing was coming in short 
gasps as her body fought to regain control of itself. Moving his face up her 
belly, he paused to tongue her navel for a moment, adding an incredible 
flash to her decreasing orgasm. Then he lay beside her and was silent. 

"I want you there. I want you there very much," she murmured into his ear as 
her hand took his and placed it over her cunt. He said nothing, and she knew 
it was impossible, but she held his hand there anyway. Then he removed it 
and took her hand in his, placing it around the hard, upright shaft that was 
arching between his thighs. She raised herself and looked at him, lying 
beside her, keeping her hand obediently around his throbbing cock. Their 
eyes met again, his asking release, hers questioning the next move. She let 
her gaze wander over his deep, muscular chest and the thick black hair that 
covered it, watching it turn to a dark river over his flat belly until it 
emptied into the great thing she held. She moved her small, cool hand along 
the length of his shaft, and the pleasure that it gave him caused him to 
sigh and thrust upward slightly. His heavy, dark thighs parted and her other 
hand caught and cupped his large balls. 

Before he could ask it, Marie took his shaft in her mouth and began running 
her tongue along its length, letting her fingers probe the hardness of his 
thighs and buttocks. She paused often, unsure of the great bulk throbbing 
within her mouth, and Ludovic sensed that there would be quicker pleasure 
elsewhere. His own seed was rising fast, and he knew he could satisfy them 
both better. He pulled her hand from his groin and turned her over on her 
stomach. Placing his hands beneath her and cupping her breasts, he began to 
thrust at her from behind. She cried out, and he stopped. 

Ludovic's probing finger tried to overcome the tightness of the sphincter in 
Marie's rectum and when he was sure that her excitement was high enough to 
drown out any initial pain, he inserted his member into it. Marie would have 
liked to let him enter into the right opening, but since it was too risky an 
experiment she contented herself to feel the phallic touch in her anal 
regions. 

She relaxed at his command, and felt him enter her slowly filling her with 
his size and strength. His body pressed against hers, his heavy muscles 
grinding her against the carpet as he began the short jerky movements that 
pushed him far up into her. A warmth filled her and she pressed her lips to 
the soft skin of her arm as his thrusts came harder and faster. Then 
suddenly his mouth captured hers as he turned her face to his, and wrapped 
completely in his arms, encompassed and crushed by his incredible strength, 
she felt herself come again, as his cock shot its load far into the reaches 
of her body. 

When Leonie was informed of the success of the affair, she came to see Marie 
the next day and congratulated her in person. 

"Now the first step has been taken, my dear," she assured her, "and the rest 
will be easy . . 

Marie smiled but did not answer. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

JULIETTE AND MARCEL DELRIEU 

Marcel was very happy with Juliette, whose identity was not quite clear to 
him. She was the legitimate wife of some provincial gentleman, as she had 
told him, and yet she was quite familiar with all the ruses of an 
accomplished cocotte. 

The erotic talent of the beautiful woman whipped up all his sexual powers 
which, of course, were not the same as in his twenties. He rubbed his body 
against hers, pressed and caressed her breasts and let his hands wander over 
every part of her body. At last he pressed her into a coital position, but 
suddenly he hesitated and said: 

"No, it's still too early to finish all this pleasure...." 

But Juliette wanted to hurry things and as soon as she felt him mounting her 
she caressed his partially stiff cock with her thighs so that it soon was 
ready for battle. Marcel penetrated her paradise and deposited the tribute 
of his ardor. 

After the shining moment, he kept lying on that beautiful body which seemed 
to press against his as if to stimulate him into a renewal of the game. 

"What's the matter, friend?" she asked. "Is that all you are offering me?" 

"Well, for the time being ... yes," he said, a little subdued. 

Juliette was tactful enough not to urge him on, but kissed him on his 
forehead and said: "You ate more with your eyes than with your body!" 

"Don't ever think that I am not as crazy about you as I was when we met...." 

"Never mind! You possessed me and my body responded to yours and my soul was 
not merely a detached onlooker...." 

"Your soul? You are a remarkable person! Shall I ever see you again?" 

"That depends entirely on you...." 

"What about tomorrow?" 

"I don't know...." 

"Didn't you tell me that you offer your body to strangers only to replenish 
your wardrobe?" 

"Certainly, but...." 

"Then I'll give you another two hundred francs and we shall meet again 
tomorrow in this place." 

"All right, my dear. When will you be here tomorrow?" 

"From eight p.m. on...." 

"Marvelous! I have 24 hours in which I can hope and look forward to more 
happiness ... I'll leave you now." 

"You know, the happiness of expectation is often greater than the actual 
experience...." 

"That may be so, but I shall not renounce the actual experience." 

Marcel began to dress and again he believed he heard something, or somebody, 
in the adjoining room, but he was soon distracted by the view of Juliette 
who began to dress herself lazily and show off every curve of her figure. 

"It is half-past ten, now," said Marcel, "are you going to leave with me?" 

"No!" 

"I would have liked to offer you some snack...." 

"Sorry, but it is too late for that...." 

"You are going to sleep here?" 

"No!" 

"Or ... perhaps you expect another lover?" 

"O, no! I have to be at my parents' place by midnight. They think I have 
gone to the theater with some friends." 

"Ah, that sounds much better...." 

"But why? You can't possibly be jealous?" 

"Why not? It could easily happen...." 

"That is ridiculous! You hardly know me .. 

"On the contrary! I feel as if I had always known you...." 

When he had finished dressing, he searched his wallet in which he found only 
one more one hundred franc bill. He hesitated and said: "This whole 
adventure is quite strange. I am ashamed to have to offer you only money, 
but since I don't have any more one hundred franc bills except this, I'll 
have to give you gold pieces ... I apologize!" 

"Your tact is very reassuring and I must thank you for being so sensitive! 
If I didn't need that toilet money so urgently, I wouldn't accept anything 
at all. But since I am unfaithful to my husband I must at least save him 
some expenses when it comes to buying new clothes...." 

"Oh, that poor husband of yours! I hope he does not suspect the origin of 
all the additions to your wardrobe." 

"I told you that he thinks my parents and their friends provide me with 
gifts." 

"Are your parents so rich?" 

"More or less...." 

"And they don't do much for your welfare?" 

"No, nothing!" 

"But they must know your financial situation." 

"Not at all! They think my husband is a very rich man, which he isn't." 

"Then you are deceiving your parents, too! You are a strange woman, indeed. 
And so beautiful! Well ... until tomorrow, my dear!" 

Juliette, still in her chemise, accompanied him to the door. When he had 
gone she already found Eliacin, Paola and Prosper in the large room. 

"Well, my dears? How did I do?" 

"You are a genius!" said her husband. "Excellent! One would think you had 
attended a school for courtesans...." 

Juliette was radiant. 

"Oh, you want to flatter me! It was not so difficult as it might seem. Come 
and talk to me while I am taking a bath...." 

They all went to the bathroom where she asked Paola to unlace her shoes, but 
Prosper quickly said: 

"O no! I am going to play the part of your chambermaid...." 

"Prosper, you seem to want to be the successor of Marcel, eh?" 

"Well, your husband and Paola have already tasted a little pleasure and left 
me all to myself...." 

"And you feel bad?" 

"You know, it is not enough to be merely the onlooker." 

"Poor Prosper!" 

"You are teasing me! Well, if you are not too tired after your bath, why 
don't we?" 

"Oh, you want me to become more tired?" 

"No, only with your permission!" 

"Well, let me take my bath, first!" 

She took off her shirt, stockings and shoes, and let Prosper help her glide 
into the warm water in the tub. Half an hour later she felt fresh and 
scented with some stimulating perfume and was quite ready to spend the night 
with Prosper Rastegue. It was a pleasure that neither of them would have 
liked to miss. 

Eliacin and Paola had the decency to leave the couple to themselves. It was 
Juliette who had given her husband a distinct hint to content himself with 
Paola, at least, for this night. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

JULIETTE'S SECOND ADVENTURE 

Juliette slept until noon. She wanted to be fresh and quite prepared for her 
next bout with Marcel. 

Her husband had received an urgent telegram that called him to a business 
conference in Dijon and she had permitted him to take Paola with him. 

It was decided to let Ludovic and Palmyre, assisted by Prosper Rastegue, 
take over the observation service for the night. Everyone was at his post by 
eight o'clock. 

When Marcel Delrieu arrived he was baffled by the beauty of Juliette who 
paraded a new, very elegant dress. It was a robe of yellow silk, ornamented 
with black lace. She looked like a duchess receiving royalty. 

Marcel went down on his knees and gasped: "I can't help it. I must worship 
your beauty!" Juliette gave him a friendly slap on his cheek and asked, 
flirtatiously: "Flatterer! Have you thought of me during the day?" 

"I haven't done anything else...." 

"So much the better!" 

"Call me by my first name, at last...." 

"I'll do it at the right time...." 

Juliette wanted him to get up from his kneeling position. 

"How long do you propose to remain on your knees?" 

"Let me adore you...." 

"All right, but I want to hear your worshipful words, too...." 

"I would like to, but I prefer to skip the words and begin the ritual. 
Permit me to lift this beautiful dress to see whether the underclothes are 
as elegant as the covering...." 

"You know all about that since last night...." 

"Yes, but that doesn't justify you in stopping my hand from investigating, 
merciless beauty!" Without any further delay Marcel lifted her dress and 
feasted his eyes on the black-stockinged legs, and, a little higher, the 
white pillars of the perfect thighs. His excitement of the previous night 
returned and he gently pushed Juliette down on the sofa where she sat in a 
reclining position, exposing the uncovered part of her body. 

"Well, my friend, have you seen enough? 

Is what you see below my dress just as valuable as the dress itself?" 

"Of course, but why are you trying to rob me of this wonderful view?" 

"Because you need a little rest. It seems that coming up the stairs has 
tired you . . 

"On the contrary! Seeing a person like you drives all tiredness away!" 

"Let's play it safe, shall we? Why don't you sit down at my side and make 
polite conversation for a while?" 

Marcel complied and both started to talk about all sorts of things, proving 
that they had many ideas and opinions in common. 

"You see," said Juliette, "that a meeting of the minds makes a meeting of 
the bodies far more intimate. We are beginning to feel like friends who have 
known each other for some time. How much better can we enjoy our physical 
intimacy when it is preceded by a mutual spiritual harmony!" 

"You are right, my dear, but it is not often possible to talk with a woman 
about all the things that you understand and discuss with such exquisite 
taste...." 

"Flatterer! Tell me something more about yourself. You seem to be crazy 
about women, in general?" 

"I adore them...." 

"If you adore all, you can't be faithful to any of them...." 

"My beautiful friend, I strongly suspect that what is commonly called 
faithfulness is merely something that weak and sexless people use to 
rationalize their lack of real passion. The word seems to have been invented 
to prevent our women from experimenting with different men and thus make 
comparisons...." 

"That is an interesting supposition." 

"Yes, it results from my long experience." 

"I believe you, but, on the other hand it is true that no matter how much 
you would love me, it would never prevent you from desiring other women. And 
that would not be exactly flattering for me." 

"I would never desire other women as long as I can have you! I love you more 
than I can say ... Look! Here is the proof of my feelings ... It is almost 
bursting my trousers!" 

"Please, don't talk nonsense! You want to sleep with me, but you don't love 
me. How could you possibly love me after the agreement we made yesterday 
which was quite clear to both of us?" 

"Oh, you're saying this only to stimulate me more and more! But it is true 
that you are the first woman-and I've known many-who could chain me to 
herself...." 

"I can't understand you! For you I am nothing but a courtesan...." 

"Don't underrate courtesans! They are often more interesting and more 
desirable than so-called respectable women. All right, you are married, but 
if you were not, you'd be one of the most cherished courtesans in this 
country." 

"I appreciate the compliment, but you must admit that you would never wait 
for my yearly visits to Paris whenever you want a woman...." 

"Why? Would you perhaps remain faithful to me?" 

"Perhaps! Of course, I could not refuse my own husband . . 

"You are mistaken! Do you really believe that a man of my age expects a 
woman to be faithful to him? You are young and beautiful! And we are wasting 
too much time in conversation. We met only yesterday and we don't know 
whether we'll see each other tomorrow, or any other day . . 

"I am beginning to become quite fond of you ... but ... as you wish. Let's 
stop talking about it!" 

She stepped in front of the mirror, assuming a challenging pose and fluffing 
up her hair, hoping to arouse her partner to action. 

Marcel did not move. He seemed to think of something. Suddenly, pretending 
to remove a white thread from her dress, he lifted the back of her dress and 
bared her well-turned calves. The effect was instantaneous. He opened the 
front of her dress and pressed his lips on her throat and on her breasts. 

He begged her to undress and lie down on the sofa like last night. He 
himself shed all his clothing and bent over the nakedness of Juliette, who 
obediently turned her face to the wall. Marcel squatted next to her on the 
carpet and whispered shyly: 

"Please, let me take you here...." 

He tried to get his finger into her rectum. Juliette protested: 

"You must be mad . . 

"Let me at least put it there without going any further...." 

"That is not permitted!" 

"All is permitted in love...." 

"Prove it to me...!" 

He touched her behind with his belly and his soft priapus, but it was either 
his fatigue, or Juliette's protest, which kept him from having an erection. 

At last, he lay down next to her and kissed her lips and throat and asked: 

"Why don't you let me possess you in various ways? You would like it...." 

"How do you know? No, I don't like that position!" 

"You just want to be mean! What is there to be afraid of? At least you would 
have the guarantee not to become pregnant...." 

"I just dislike this sort of thing! It is atrocious...." 

"Whoever told you that?" 

"Nobody has to tell me what is repulsive, and what is not!" 

Meanwhile her skilled hands caressed his reluctant member until it was at 
last as stiff as a branch. And Marcel, being only mortal, was soon doing 
what she wanted him to do and his, climax seemed to make him even happier 
than last night. Juliette had correctly guessed that his main problem was to 
get an erection and that he wanted to get it through means he had found 
useful. But by showing him that she could rouse his potency in her own way, 
she gained control over him. 

"Here are five hundred francs for tomorrow," Marcel said, "but the 
stipulation is that you must do what I want you to do...." Juliette laughed. 

"What? Five hundred francs? You are a dangerous man." 

"Well? How about it?" 

"Give me the money, you politician, and we shall see whether that will help 
me to overcome my scruples ... until tomorrow." 

She showed him again to the door and when she joined the others who had come 
out of their hiding places, she was greeted by Ludovic. 

"Ha, you Cleopatra, you Messalina! You really are giving a wonderful 
performance of your art!" 

"I will show you that I can do as much for my friends as for strangers, but 
... off with your hand, Ludovic! First let me take my bath...." 

She noticed that Ludovic and Palmyre and Prosper were all stark naked and it 
occurred to her that they must have been quite busy between them while 
looking through the peep holes. She hurried through her bath and joined the 
others who had already begun to try out several new positions. Palmyre 
assumed all sorts of poses and Prosper used the moments when she was bending 
forward to stick his cock alternately, between the thighs, the buttocks, 
then again under her arms and her breasts. 

Palmyre was ecstatic. 

"Look Ludovic," she yelled, "look and see what your brother is doing to your 
wife here...." 

Ludovic who was quite busy with Juliette, replied calmly: 

"Do I have to hold a light in front of you so that Prosper can see what he 
is doing?" 

"I wouldn't dream of inconveniencing Juliette by asking you to pull out of 
her charming hole ... Go right on with your work." 

The orgy lasted for another hour and then they enjoyed a warmed-up dinner 
that had been prepared before by caterers. They discussed their future plans 
until late in the night when Juliette fell asleep in Ludovic's arms, while 
Palmyre did the same lying close against Prosper. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

ADRIENNE BEAU SI RE, NEE RASTEGUE 

Ludovic's 23-year-old sister impressed men with her ripe, Junoesque figure, 
her strong hips and her southern temperament that was also noticeable in her 
black and brilliant eyes. Her movements had the feline grace of a lioness 
and the men considered her the most passionate among all the women of the 
Collective, with the exception of Leonie Duport. 

Up to the day when Adrienne signed the contract binding her as a member to 
the Love Collective, she had plenty of opportunities to prove her erotic 
talents. When she had become pregnant by the first husband of Mme. Duport, 
it was Leonie who compelled Desire Beausire to marry the eighteen year old 
girl. And she had become a very good friend of Palmyre Vautrin, who was to 
marry her brother Ludovic. 

It was on the occasion of one of her visits to Leonie-who was still married 
to her first, late husband, Barrere-that the latter seduced her and got her 
pregnant. At that time Leonie had an affaire with Beausire who was 
completely under her influence so that it was not difficult to induce him to 
marry the pregnant Adrienne. Desire did not have to regret his humanitarian 
action since his young wife surprised him with her erotic knowledge which 
indeed was surprising, if not shocking, in such a young woman. 

After Barrere's death Leonie married Etienne Duport who at once became a 
slave to all of his wife's caprices. Desire, on the other hand, was so 
infatuated with Adrienne that he remained faithful to her for quite some 
time until Leonie took care to arrange a get-together between Palmyre and 
Desire which took the expected turn. Once it became known what a desirable 
male Adrienne's husband was, he was handed around with great zeal. 

Desire was handsomely built and very strong. When a woman felt him lying on 
top of her she often did not know whether his muscular thighs were made of 
bone and flesh, or of steel. His wife did not discover his new affairs for 
several weeks until one evening when her brother Ludovic and his wife and 
Etienne Duport and Leonie were her dinner guests. 

She did not mind the ambiguous jokes that Palmyre exchanged with Desire 
during the meal, but when the coffee was served she noticed that Palmyre 
left the room after giving Desire a meaningful look. Nobody else seemed to 
pay any attention to that detail, but Adrienne's suspicion was aroused. She 
went upstairs and looked through several rooms until some whispered 
conversation made her walk to the guest room in the west wing. She 
recognized the voices of her husband and Palmyre. While she stopped before 
the door and tried to overcome the shock, Etienne Duport caught up with her 
and touched her arm. 

"Get hold of yourself!" 

"What? I should tolerate what is going on in that room?" 

"At least for the moment! Your brother wants to talk to you. Come downstairs 
with me, please!" 

Adrienne followed Etienne to the salon where Ludovic gave her a good 
scolding. 

"Don't be ridiculous, Adrienne. If I am not jealous as far as Palmyre is 
concerned, you don't have to be jealous about your husband...." 

"But, Ludovic! How can you tolerate such a thing?" 

"We all tolerate things like that. Look! I am embracing Leonie right here 
before Etienne and making her sit on my lap. Now! Do you notice that her 
husband is becoming angry?" 

"You are all crazy!" 

"Don't be absurd, Adrienne!" 

"But ... but...." 

"You are merely the victim of your upbringing, a very hypocritical one at 
that! Kiss Etienne! He is anxious to make love to you! Aren't we all 
intimately united within our circle?" 

Adrienne tried to keep up appearances by putting up some resistance, but 
when it was time to retire, she shared a bed with Etienne, while Desire 
slept with Palmyre, and Ludovic with Leonie. 

This wife and husband swapping became an accepted habit and when the time 
came to undersign the contract for the Love Collective, Adrienne did not put 
up any difficulties. On the contrary, the new promiscuity had stirred up her 
passionate nature into a white-hot fury. When her women friends mentioned 
the length and skill of her brother's penis, she was invaded by a strange 
longing to let Ludovic possess her. He had no idea what was going on in 
Adrienne's mind. 

When it became known how Leonie had crept into her brother Charles' bed, 
Adrienne decided on some action. Marie, who had been deflowered by Ludovic, 
came to stay with the Beausires for a few days and Adrienne said to her: 

"Listen, my dear! You admitted that Ludovic has awakened quite natural 
desires in you. I am willing to give you some opportunity to have lots of 
pleasure. Try to flirt with Desire who will soon take up the cue and go to 
bed with you. That gives me a chance to do something on my own. I want to 
leave for a while and have some fun with Ludovic...." 

"Depend on me!" said Marie. "It won't be difficult to catch Desire's 
attention. But I hope you will help me somehow." 

"Don't worry, I'll think of something!" 

One evening Marie left the dinner table with the excuse of nursing a 
headache in her room. Before it was time to retire, Adrienne took her 
husband up to Marie's room to see-as she told him-whether the girl's 
headache had abated. 

Marie was lying with her face toward the wall and did not stir when her 
hosts entered the room after a slight knock on the door. Adrienne cautiously 
removed the blanket from Marie's body which was stark naked. She watched 
Desire pretending to look away and whispered: 

"Look, what a beautiful body asking to be caressed...." 

Desire remained silent and both left Marie's room, but Adrienne did not give 
up and said: "What a beauty that girl is! What wonderful complexion! If I 
were a man I'd hurry to wake her up and give her all the pleasure she 
deserves!" 

Desire actually blushed for a moment and asked: 

"What on earth are you driving at, Adrienne?" 

"Can't you guess? Suppose you'd sneak into bed with her and gently wake her 
up; the moment she'd feel your legs against hers, you would not have to 
worry about how to pass the night with her...." 

"Are you sure? What if she begins to yell?" 

"Marie? ... Yell?" 

Desire was convinced now. When he joined Marie after a few minutes, she was 
highly gratified to enjoy a strong male like her sister's husband. And being 
a very potent man, he did not neglect his wife either. After three nights 
with Marie he gave vivid proof to his wife that his erections were untiring 
and ever ready. Marie, on her part, learned a great deal from Desire and, 
being an instinctively passionate performer she never tired her lover to the 
point of exhaustion. 

But during the tenth night with Desire, Marie had the satisfaction to see 
him falling asleep on her bosom. Hearing about this, Adrienne said: 

"At last! Now I can afford to take Ludovic on a trip. Desire has become 
accustomed to you and won't miss me for a while." 

She wrote Ludovic a few lines notifying him of her impending visit and, 
before leaving, asked her husband to be very careful so as not to compromise 
Marie before others. 

"Don't be afraid...." he assured her, "I will take good care of everything 
here. And you, in your turn, should try to have a really good time . . 

"I'll do my best. . she said without letting him know what she was up to. 

She took a room in a small hotel on one of the Boulevards and sent her 
brother the following note: 

"Dear Ludovic! You can see my present address on this stationary. I am 
expecting you tonight around 9 o'clock. Ask at the desk for Mme. de Lussac 
under which name I have registered here." 

Ludovic made his appearance at the appointed hour. But as soon as he had 
knocked at her door and followed her muffled "Come in!", he immediately 
realized what she expected of him. She received him stark naked and embraced 
him with a violence which nearly threw them to the floor. With her mouth 
still against his, she ripped open his shirt and began to caress his naked 
chest. The sensation of hard muscle covered with thick hair aroused her even 
more and she pulled him against her breasts, rubbing their tender tips 
against the roughness. Ludovic's hands grasped her buttocks and one of his 
fingers immediately pushed its way into her rectum. She groaned and pulled 
his other hand toward her cunt, shoving it in and pressing herself against 
it. 

His fingers found her deep and hot, already wet with the fluids that were 
running from her. Her cunt was alive, devouring his fingers as they dug 
deeper and deeper into her. Then she pulled away, moving to the bed, where 
she threw herself on her back and opened her arms, every muscle of her body 
awaiting the crushing weight of her lover. He was shirtless now, but still 
wore his pants, through which she could see the tremendous bulge of his 
cock. She had never realized how magnificent he was and a new surge swept 
through her. Ludovic watched as she pressed both her heavy breasts in her 
hands, then upwards toward him, inviting him to take them. He removed his 
pants quickly and his huge cock swung outward, grazing her thigh as he came 
to rest beside her. Taking her breasts he roughly tongued the tips until 
Adrienne was making delirious little moans, tossing her body against his, 
begging for his entrance. He did not delay. Raising himself up on his 
muscular arms, he thrust forward and with one move was completely sheathed 
in her. 

Adrienne responded with a sharp cry, then with a succession of fast, heaving 
movements, which brought him as far within her as he could go. He began to 
move, faster and faster, pumping all his energy with savage speed and force, 
ripping into her. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and she made 
small, rippling movements with the upper part of her body to increase the 
friction on them. As Ludovic's rhythm grew more and more frantic, she sank 
her teeth deep into his shoulder. The pain brought him to the brink of a 
climax, and he paused mid-thrust. Adrienne cried out in fury at him and 
arched up just as he completed his thrust and nearly tore through her. At 
the deepest point, he came in a hot torrent, still thrusting madly as his 
seed flowed into her in a great river. She arched once more against him and 
came, sobbing and crying out, digging her nails into his back, seeking a 
love-death at the end of his great shaft. 

Without removing his cock from her, Ludovic rolled over and pulled Adrienne 
on top of him, and began to thrust again. The surprise caused her to scream 
in ecstasy. His breath was coming in sharp cries, his hands threatening to 
pull her body apart, and she responded by yielding completely to the force 
of his attack. Moments later it seemed to her that he had come again. His 
movements ceased and his arms fell away from her and over the sides of the 
bed. She raised herself and was free of him. His huge chest rose and fell 
with great gulps of air as she took one of his hands and forced it into her 
throbbing cunt. His fingers mixing with the juice of her climax and his own 
seed, brought her to another orgasm, and she fell on top of him, 
unconscious. 

After that first and rather wild night together, Ludovic suggested that they 
should take a trip south, to Orleans. They registered at some fashionable 
hotel there as man and wife, and enjoyed a whole week of delightful em 
braces hardly taking enough time to go out and eat. Adrienne was forced to 
confirm the praise her woman friends had bestowed on the vigor and passion 
of Ludovic's performance. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

MARCEL DELRIEU 

Marcel's adventure with Juliette kept him thinking all day. He had enjoyed 
sexual bouts with women since his puberty, and now, at 50, his prowess no 
longer remarkable, he had to resort to all sorts of out-of-the-way means to 
achieve an erection. 

Now he had met a woman who told him, undoubtedly, a lot of lies, to cover up 
the fact that she was a prostitute, or at least a kept woman. He felt it 
unworthy of him to fall in love with such a woman, who had already cost him 
900 francs. He decided to end the affair tonight. 

Suddenly, he saw Juliette, or a woman that looked like her, clad in a 
dazzling costume, flit by in a horse-drawn carriage. He stopped and rubbed 
his eyes. No, he must have been fooled by a stupendous resemblance to 
Juliette, he told himself. But he suddenly remembered that the eyes of that 
young woman had detected him and that at that very moment she had become 
pale and turned her face away. This little detail kept bothering him and he 
continued his walk, muttering in a low voice: 

"Yes, it was she! There's something fishy going on. If she is really a great 
lady, I won't see her again. She won't come back to the Rue des 
Grandes-Ecluses. But ... I think she is sincere about her promises. She 
accepted the money and will go through with the deal." When the time had 
arrived, he knocked with a trembling hand at the door of the apartment. It 
was Juliette herself who opened and invited him to enter. When he saw her 
standing in the lighted room, delightfully attractive in a costly dress, he 
fell at her feet and reproached her: "You actually dared to go out?" 

"Why not?" 

"It is raining and your dress is dry." 

She pointed to a waterproof coat that was lying on the sofa. 

"It's quite easy to go in a rain...." 

"Oh yes, I didn't think of that ... You are really a very ingenious 
woman...." 

"For myself, yes ... but not for others...." Marcel squatted in front of her 
and admired her costume that was an imitation of the shepherdess dresses 
worn by Marie Antoinette at the Trianon. When she sat down in an armchair 
Marcel remained on his knees in front of her and let his hands wander up her 
legs and thighs, trying to remove the lace of her petticoats in order to 
feel pubic hair. Suddenly his fingers touched some smooth fabric that 
prevented his going any further. 

"What is this?" he asked. 

"You'll soon find out!" 

"All right! But tell me the truth now. Was that you who I saw driving by in 
an elegant carriage a while ago...." 

"My God, where?" 

"On the Boulevards...." 

"No ... " 

"I am sure it was you!" 

"Why didn't you greet me if you thought it was me? The reaction of that lady 
would have shown you whether she knew you, or not." 

"I told you, you were driving in an elegant carriage which went by so fast 
that you wouldn't have noticed any greeting...." 

"In a carriage, you said? My good Marcel, do you think I'd worry so much 
about getting new dresses if I could afford a carriage and horses?" 

"Your reasoning makes sense, but on the other hand, this shepherdess costume 
you are wearing must have cost a great deal of money. And what's more, you 
couldn't possibly wear it in your parochial little town...." 

"You are mistaken! I had this costume made to wear at a masked ball that 
will take place very soon in our town hall." 

"What? You lead a regular social life in that provincial place?" 

"Why not? The position of my husband demands as much of me." 

"You must always be surrounded by a lot of admirers on such occasions . . 

"All of them are necessarily platonic. You see, in my little town I have to 
be quite reserved." 

"Interesting! Just the opposite of what you try to be here." 

"Yes! Life is a series of contrasts!" 

She got up and paced the room swinging her hips like a regular coquette. 
Marcel remained on his knees and devoured her with his eyes. She stopped in 
front of him and stroked his cheek with her finger tips. 

"Did you miss your little courtesan all day?" 

"I never placed you in that category...." 

"No? Well, I know my own value. Anyway, your generosity will be 
reciprocated. I'll give you pleasure ... You will be very satisfied...." 

"You are not a woman...." 

Marcel seemed in a trance. Juliette began to laugh. 

"My dear friend, I thought you noticed that my body is decidedly female and 
not male!" 

"Oh, I didn't mean that ... I wanted to say you are really an angel in 
female form...." 

"Oh, come now! Not so much sentimentality." She permitted his hand to 
explore the new kind of panties she wore. It was something made of rubber 
and covered with velvet and fitted her abdomen and upper thighs quite 
snugly. Marcel noticed a vertical gap through which he tried to insert his 
fingers, but a quick movement of Juliette's made the gap snap shut and 
almost hurt his fingers. 

Marcel was puzzled. 

"What's the meaning of this strange piece of underwear?" 

Juliette laughed. 

"Oh, just a little handicap to get you more excited...." 

"You are a cunning minx!" 

The hidden observers in the adjoining cabinet had a hard time suppressing 
their amusement. Tonight it was Lina Castex who had to study Juliette's 
method to imitate it the following week when she was going to take over the 
acquisition service. Next to her were her brother Ernest and Jacques Nassau, 
who had a weakness for her, something which he didn't try to hide. Lina had 
let the young man dangle for some time before she went to bed with him. As a 
rule she never gave in to the urgings of a man until her hesitation had 
driven him half mad. Her favorite was Ludovic Rastegue who had suggested 
that she was to play a very active part during their phalansteric meetings, 
a suggestion that was enthusiastically received by other men. 

Of course, it took some time until men discovered that Lina's reserve 
immediately melted away when she had something to do with a beautiful woman. 
Elise Leydier and Juliette Sizac testified to the fact that they had never 
met a Lesbian who was able to satisfy a woman friend as thoroughly as Lina 
Castex. 

At the moment, she was stimulated by the spectacle of Juliette and Marcel, 
and told Jacques and Ernest that she would be willing to share some pleasure 
with them, stipulating: 

"But only if you let me watch the proceedings now without diverting my 
attention too much...." 

Jacques at once went down on her and worked on her clitoris with his tongue, 
while Ernest caressed her rectum with his fingers. 

Meanwhile Marcel and Juliette had begun to divest themselves of their 
clothes and to Marcel's annoyance she did not drop those rubber panties. 
After she had teased him long enough to increase his urge to a semblance of 
youthful passion, she slipped off the panties and united with Marcel in a 
long drawn-out sixty-nine position. She was prudent enough not to bring 
about his ejaculation so that his erection could be used for something he 
desired very badly, namely a rectal coitus. 

Juliette did feel some pain when Marcel penetrated her behind, but it took 
only a few seconds for her temporarily rejuvenated lover to reach his 
climax. Afterward he had to rest for more than fifteen minutes to recover 
from that one ejaculation. Juliette was surprised when he dressed himself 
without saying anything and walked toward the door. 

"What's the matter with you, Marcel? Am I going to see you tomorrow?" 

"No!" 

"Are you serious?" 

"Yes, as a matter-of-fact I should be commited to an insane asylum...." 

"What has come over you?" 

"It's quite logical! I must try to get along without you and not become 
habituated to a woman like you. You don't live in Paris, after all ... and 
... and...." 

"You mean to say that that is the reason why you want to renounce your 
pleasure?" 

"Yes, and I think it's a good reason...." 

"Then we shall say good-bye to each other?" 

"Yes, it has to be...." 

"For always...." 

"Yes...." 

"I don't want that ... I have to see you again...." 

"When?" 

"I don't know ... Why don't you send a message to this place whenever you 
want to come here. If I receive your word 24 hours before the rendezvous we 
can always meet ... that is, should I be in Paris...." 

"So ... if I don't come here tomorrow, you are going to receive another 
man?" 

"No, I shall be free." 

"But you will leave Paris after a while?" 

"I'll have to...." 

You are cruel...." 

"My dear Marcel, don't forget we met on the street and we just can't...." 

"Oh Juliette, I had hoped...." 

"You can always hope when you love somebody." 

Marcel looked sad and took his leave. 

When Juliette joined her three friends who had entered the salon in the 
meantime, she said: 

"I am sure he will return." 

Lina's disorderly clothes betrayed what she had been doing with the men in 
front of the peep holes. Juliette teased her: 

"Ah, I see you have imitated me already! 

And with which of the two?" 

"With both of them! They just didn't leave me alone. It was a hectic 
observation job!" 

"Wonderful! Well ... whoever wants to take a bath may join me...." 

Five minutes later a very elaborate orgy developed in the bathroom and it 
would take half a book to describe all the details of the variegated love 
play. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

GEORGETTE CAPRINA 

Apart from the persons already mentioned there were several others who 
showed a lively interest in the founding of a phalansteric Love Collective. 

The experiment had not only the purpose to counteract the repressions 
imposed by the prudish mores of the times, but also to convince the 
participating members that a collective enjoyment of sex activity would be 
able to lift the dreariness of the coital act from the narrow Victorian 
secretiveness of the alcove toward a joyous, openly experienced adventure 
that permitted a height of pleasure not commonly felt by philistines. 

The best illustration for such expectations lay in a pronouncement made by 
Eliacin Sizac when he witnessed a particularly spirited performance of his 
wife, Juliette, with her acquisition, Marcel. He said: 

"Never before have I admired the beauty and the passion of my wife to the 
extent that was possible when I saw her display her talents for the sake of 
another man." 

To watch one's wife or mistress being possessed by many men, in many 
different manners and positions, was what heightened the appreciation of 
these husbands and friends. 

Suppressed jealousy was converted into an exuberant eroticism and every male 
and female made the rounds of as many embraces as possible, praising the 
various skills of their respective partners. 

While Juliette was doing her best to rouse enough longing in Marcel to tie 
him to her circle permanently, two other members of the phalansteric family 
had decided to win over a member of the clergy, a truly daring plan. 

Lionel Sifferland's preceptor, a certain Abbe Fosca, introduced the young 
man to the Italian family, Caprina, whose oldest daughter became Lionel's 
wife when she was only sixteen. The Abbe Fosca happened to be the lover of 
the widow Caprina and aided the marriage of Lionel with Theresita chiefly 
because he wanted to take her mother with him to Italy to enjoy her there, 
undisturbed by any family duties. The younger daughter, Georgette Caprina, 
remained under the guardianship of her brother in-law, Lionel, and continued 
to live as a boarding-student in a convent school. 

Abbe Fosca, whose relationship with the widow Caprina was no secret to 
Lionel, told the latter before his departure: 

"Should you have to deal with any kind of trouble or unpleasantness in any 
form, don't hesitate to turn to my friend the Abbe Thresse who will help you 
with pleasure." 

Lionel thanked his parting preceptor from whom he had learned a considerable 
amount of things which are usually not taught by priests. It was the Abbe 
who had introduced Lionel to the Nassaus, who had just come to the end of 
their honeymoon, so that Lionel appeared on the scene at the opportune 
moment to become the lover of Nathalie Nassau, thus extending the training 
he had received from Abbe Fosca. She promised him the enjoyment of her 
younger sister, Madelaine Pellen, provided he permitted Theresita to become 
her husband's mistress. Both conditions were accepted. 

Lionel was glad to find his wife so understanding when he informed her of 
his deals with Nathalie Nassau. For a girl of sixteen and a half years of 
age she was already very sophisticated. It is interesting to notice how Abbe 
Fosca's love for the widow Caprina blinded him to anything else, so that he 
never found out about the Love Collective of Paul Gerando and the others. 

During eighteen months the Sifferlands had no social life except the company 
of the Nassaus and the Assenacs. At the end of that period Georgette Caprina 
became 15 and attracted the attention of her guardian Lionel when she spent 
her summer vacation in his house. Theresita, noticing her husband's new 
interest, did everything to get her youngest sister into Lionel's bed, all 
the more so as she herself was very occupied with her lover, Jacques. 

The situation was rather complicated. When the three families spent their 
time in the country, Theresita slept with Jacques, Georgette with Lionel, 
Nathalie with Louis Assenac and Caroline Assenac with Madelaine Pellen. 

In this atmosphere of uninhibited sensuality Georgette made rapid progress 
and although she was the youngest female of the circle she became the most 
daring and inventive, which earned her the admiration and praise of all 
concerned. In spite of her fiery passion, Georgette kept her head all the 
time and permitted her lover only rectal intercourse which was the safest 
means of avoiding pregnancy. And since Lionel was quite fond of anal coitus, 
both of them got along very well with each other. 

Georgette promised him a bonus: 

"On my wedding night, you will be the first who will be permitted to possess 
me the regular way...." 

Lionel didn't doubt her words. As soon as the Collective began to function, 
it became Lionel's assignment to accompany Bertha Gerando. Both Mmes. 
Sifferland-meaning Theresita and her sister-received a new visitor, the Abbe 
Thresse who had been intimate with Theresita some time before. 

The Abbe winked at Theresita thus giving her to understand that she should 
send her sister away under some pretext, but to his utmost surprise she sat 
down on his knees, kissed him, and said: 

"A lot of things have changed around here. I believe that Lionel will be 
able to give you all the details...." 

"What? Lionel?" 

"Yes! Georgette, show the Abbe your little play. She would have shown it to 
you anyway tomorrow morning when she and my husband will be having breakfast 
with you. But read it now and tell me whether you would not like to play the 
leading role." 

The Abbe read: 

The Butterfly 

He looked questioningly at Georgette and then made her sit down on his other 
knee so that the two sisters faced each other. 

"Well! Our little Georgette! Who would have thought of such a precocious 
development...." In other words, you have outgrown your adolescence and are 
about to become a woman?" 

"Tomorrow, Abbe, I'll give you a chance to see for yourself." 

"I'm looking forward to it ... but, for the moment ... would you mind 
leaving your sister alone with me so that I can receive her confession?" 

"By all means, Abbe!" said Georgette and got up from his knee. 

Upon returning home, the Abbe read through the whole script of the play. It 
was supposed to be a comedy with three acting characters. He read the 
synopsis on the first page: 

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful fairy who needed the embraces of 
males so much that she tried her best to get them into her snares. But no 
matter how greedy her mood, she showed herself only when two men appeared at 
a place near her castle. One evening a priest and a young student met near 
the old castle and when the student reminded the priest of the reputation of 
the place, the latter expressed his skepticism about the truth of that old 
piece of folklore. Nevertheless, both decided to enter the castle and wait a 
while in the large hall to see what might happen. When the clock struck 
nine, the door opened itself and the fairy entered. She was half nude and 
lured both men to get closer to her. She permitted them to grope and caress 
her body in all possible places so that both were ready to possess her. But 
the priest was quicker and enjoyed her in the Sodomitic manner while the 
poor student had to look on." 

The Abbe was already excited and murmured to himself: 

"Ah, what a wonderful chance to play the part of the priest! Tomorrow, 
Lionel will offer me his young sister-in-law, Georgette, without knowing 
that I have already been the lover of his wife. I hope there is no trap in 
there for me! Let's see the various scenes! Well, they are a little daring, 
I must say, but everything seems above-board. The girl has become a regular 
courtesan and she was not even Fosca's pupil! But ... O, yes ... Lionel 
studied with Fosca! He must have finished Georgette's education." 

As promised, Lionel and Georgette arrived at the Abbe's house just in time 
for breakfast. The girl was not tall, but beautifully formed and could use 
her brilliant dark eyes to look at a man so provocatively that he almost 
felt her hand slip into his trousers before she actually did it. She wore a 
black silk dress that fitted her like a sheath, hiding nothing of her 
charms. 

The Abbe answered the door, and asked with a smile: 

"Well, the fairy has left her castle?" 

"Yes, because she wants to please you!" 

The Abbe, a tall and robust man of forty, was about twice the size of the 
girl, a fact that made him hesitant. But Lionel assured him: "The act of 
love has nothing to do with the size of your fairy, Abbe...." 

"No, Lionel, but rather with my own size. It is sad that my expectations 
won't come true!" 

"Don't worry about that, Abbe! Look here! This wonderful pair of buttocks is 
the behind of a woman, not of a young girl! And this be hind has been often 
pierced by my own joystick . . 

He had lifted Georgette's dress and showed the Abbe her delightful behind. 
He touched the two hemispheres with an almost worshipful awe and said: 

"When fairies become a reality and assume human form and human flesh, they 
still keep their fairy-like excellence, somehow...." Lionel dropped the 
dress and said: 

"Enough of these preliminaries! After breakfast, Georgette will make us 
perform her little play, but until then we should control ourselves...." 

"You are cruel, children, to let me wait so long...." 

"Let's start our breakfast. Is it ready?" 

"You have only to give the order!" 

They sat down at the table and began to eat and drink. 

"Abbe, we presume you have studied your part very well?" 

"Indeed, I have! But you, Georgette, are you really going to put on the 
scanty costume of the fairy as you describe it?" 

"Certainly, but not now!" 

"We are going to play that comedy, then, exactly as you have written it?" 

"Absolutely!" 

"Would you mind telling me, Lionel, why I was chosen to share in such a good 
fortune?" 

"You know, Abbe, that I was a pupil of Fosca. That explains much!" 

"No, not quite! I don't see the connection!" 

"Fosca taught me to trust in people whom I consider my friends. And you are 
my friend .. 

"Without doubt! But what exactly is your purpose in choosing me?" 

"None other than to let you share our pleasure! You won't regret anything, 
Abbe, but right now don't let us think of our roles...." 

"I really have the most thankful role...."You have deserved it, my dear 
Abbe! And, by the way, my own role, though secondary, is not exactly 
unpleasant either . . 

Breakfast was quite a substantial meal with wine which stimulated the 
already agitated emotions of everybody concerned. The Abbe had seen to it 
that a large sofa and a few deep armchairs were put in the room in order to 
be prepared for all eventualities during the performance of the play. 

Both men kept teasing Georgette with words and gestures, pinching her full 
thighs, and touching her inviting breasts, but the girl remained firm about 
postponing all intimacies until after breakfast. 

When the table had at last been cleared, Georgette retired to the adjoining 
room and took off all clothing except her thin, transparent chemise. Coming 
back to her two "co-actors" she took over the direction of her play and 
drove the two men into an erotic frenzy that exceeded the planned 
performance. The Abbe, remembering the scenario, began to get excited 
immediately. He tore off his dark robes and collar, and exposed his huge 
body to her. She looked at him for a moment, then the two of them laughed 
together. Lionel stood by the side and watched as the Abbe lifted Georgette 
with one arm from behind, and pressed her buttocks against his cock. At the 
same time, with his free hand he began to finger her clitoris, pinching and 
poking her cunt. She squealed with pleasure and kicked at the Abbe's legs 
with her heels. He let out a peal of laughter and sank to the floor, turning 
Georgette over on her stomach and pumping into her with his hardening shaft. 
He rode her like a satyr, his red face beaming, his large hands digging into 
her soft, pink flesh. 

Lionel drew closer, his excitement unmistakable from the bulge prominent 
between his legs. The Abbe beckoned to him with a cavalier wave of his hand, 
and rose from Georgette's body. She jumped up and began to remove Lionel's 
clothing. The Abbe assisted her, and in a moment, the three of them were 
naked together. The Abbe put his arms around both of them, pulling 
Georgette's behind against his cock again, and pressing Lionel against her 
front. As the Abbe grew hard once more, he pushed Lionel to his knees, so 
that his mouth came against Georgette's cunt. The student responded with a 
flick of his tongue, and the Abbe, holding on to his shoulders, not touching 
Georgette with his hands, pushed into her hole. Georgette bucked under the 
driving thrust, and the three of them toppled to the floor. Georgette was on 
her stomach again, and the Abbe deep in her rectum. Lionel lay sprawled on 
his back, stunned by hitting his head on a chair arm. Georgette began to 
move towards him and the Abbe urged her on with tremendous thrusts, beating 
on her back, laughing and grunting. When she reached Lionel, she parted his 
thin legs, and moved her mouth up his thighs to his cock, which she took in 
her mouth, tonguing it expertly into a hard throbbing pole. Lionel gasped 
and looked up into the Abbe's puffy, red face over the top of Georgette's 
head. She, was bobbing up and down, her body crushed beneath the Abbe, her 
mouth filled with Lionel's cock. Suddenly the Abbe came with a shriek, and 
shot his come into her. Georgette continued sucking Lionel, unaware at first 
that the Abbe had instantly begun to finger her clitoris again. Lionel was 
moaning now, and heaving his slender body higher and higher, until he too, 
came, and Georgette took his seed deep in her throat. 

The Abbe meanwhile, had replaced his fingers with his mouth, and by swiftly 
tonguing her, brought Georgette to a climax before she had completely 
recovered from swallowing Lionel's come. All three had climaxed now, but it 
was far from ended. Georgette turned on the floor and brought her cunt 
against Lionel's face, while the Abbe scurried around to get his cock in her 
mouth. A few moments of frantic thrusting, tonguing, and grabbing, and the 
three came again, almost simultaneously. Then they stood up. Both the Abbe 
and Lionel sodomized Georgette several times, and alternately caressed her 
clitoris with their tongues until all three sank to the floor fully 
satisfied and exhausted. 

When Lionel and Georgette were taking their leave, they familiarized the 
Abbe with the founding of the Love Collective. 

"Bravo!" said the priest. "I have never heard of such an intelligent 
enterprise before. What an excellent idea!" 

"We may count on you, Abbe?" 

"Well ... are you sure that your other members are going to accept me?" 

"I think so, but we shall have to discuss it among ourselves first. We shall 
let you know in time." 

"Fine! But the 10,000 francs membership fee creates a little problem for me. 
I won't be able to raise the money before another week...." 

"No difficulty at all! I am willing to lend you the amount in the meantime." 

"My dear Lionel, you are very kind, but I don't think it is necessary for 
you to do that. While you and your friends are going to discuss my possible 
joining, I'll be able to raise the amount!" 

"Very well, I consider you already as one of our members!" 

"I am honored! I repeat that you won't have to regret my joining you, all 
the less so as some of my beautiful penitents might be willing to follow my 
example." 

"We would be pleased to receive them! It is hard to imagine what a wonderful 
new era is opening up for us...." 

"Surely, but ... we must not forget prudence and caution, my young friends!" 

"Don't worry, Abbe! We shall not risk losing our new paradise which will 
almost make us gods on earth ... Good bye!" 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

JULIETTE'S NEW ACQUISITION 

The following day Georgette and Lionel tried to persuade Pierre Breton to 
accept the Abbe as a new member. Pierre, an important member of the staff, 
would have to agree to the idea. Georgette helped Pierre overcome his 
initial hesitation by demonstrating for him her play of the previous morning 
and after Pierre had enjoyed a wild anal coitus with the passionate girl, he 
was ready to vote for the Abbe's acceptance. 

On the same day, Juliette had to take on her acquisition service for the 
second time. Marcel had not returned, but she was certain that he would 
reappear some day. This evening she came back to the apartment with a thin 
Englishman. 

She was not very pleased with that bony, taciturn character who went about 
the act of love as if it were some scientific procedure. 

"It's merely a matter of personal hygiene!" said the Englishman in his 
barbarous French. 

Juliette winced and was glad when the man was out of the door. When he had 
left, she noticed that Marcel had been trying to see her in the afternoon 
and left his card for her. She merely shrugged and released Louis Assen-ac 
from his service as her accompanying protector and hurried to the apartment 
of Palmyre Rastegue where she met Prosper and Marie Rastegue, also Desire 
and Elmire Beausire. 

"Imagine, my dear," said Palmyre addressing Juliette, "I have the honor to 
convey to you a regular proposal of marriage!" 

"What? A marriage proposal? From whom?" 

"Of course, not for you, but for your sister Paola. Prosper is head over 
heels in love with her and wants to enjoy her regularly ... which means 
marriage!" 

Juliette frowned. 

"I have nothing against such a marriage in principle, but since both Paola 
and Prosper are members of our Collective, they can perform the love act as 
much and as often they feel like it. Wouldn't it be better if both married 
other partners through which they could meet prospective new members for our 
group?" Prosper spoke up: 

"No, my dear Juliette, I don't agree with you at all! I really love Paola 
and want to marry her! Such a union will not disturb our other obligations 
in any way." 

"Well, have it your own way! But Paola will have to agree, too. Besides, my 
husband must be persuaded...." 

"I know I can persuade him...." 

"Well, if he agrees, I won't make any difficulties." 

The rest of the evening was not wasted with much conversation. Everybody 
wanted to "train" for the coming events and Palmyre and Juliette announced 
that they would retire to some other room to enjoy their Lesbian love play, 
thus leaving Desire and Prosper in the company of Elmire and Marie. 

Desire did not need any preparation to go right into action. He began to 
undress the willing Elmire and caressed her so ingeniously that she was 
sighing long before he penetrated her. His tongue found a spot behind her 
ear that caused her to catch her breath, and he worked the place over 
vigorously, occasionally allowing his tongue to slip into her ear, while his 
fingers covered her neck and breasts with small, circling movements. Her 
skin was very pale, but smooth, and her flesh firm. Her body glowed under a 
man's touch, and Desire could feel the heat rise and spread across her 
shoulders, her breasts, and down into her loins which she was thrusting 
against him. Her sighs deepened as his hands worked their way down her 
abdomen to the warm dark spot that was quivering with anticipation, and her 
tongue explored the depths of his mouth. There was no urgency to their 
lovemaking; only the desire to uncover and revel in every sensation that the 
union of their two bodies could create. 

Desire withdrew from her for a moment, and undressed, letting his clothes 
fall at his feet. Elmire gasped at his physical perfection. It was as if a 
Greek statue had come to life. His body was firm, every muscle defined, his 
skin smooth and pale, the veins marking his thighs, arms, and heavy cock 
with their fine blue tracery. He stepped into her arms and she let herself 
be lowered to the floor. He raised himself above her to see once more the 
exquisite beauty of her fine body, and then let his body come to rest on top 
of her. Her arms closed around him and drew his lips to her breasts, which 
grew hard beneath the tiny licks of his tongue. Against her leg she felt his 
cock grow hard and begin to move with tiny, involuntary jerks. She spread 
her thighs to take his strength between them, and guiding him with her hand, 
placed his huge cock at the entrance of her cunt. Then with his head in her 
hands, she pushed up against him and he responded with a thrust that put him 
as far within her as he could go. She rested with him inside her for a 
moment, letting one hand stray to his balls, which she caressed softly. But 
the heat of their passion began to grow again, and Desire started a slow, 
steady, thrusting motion in and out of her. She met each thrust with one of 
her own, and suddenly Desire's body became like steel, a huge, perfect 
piston drilling in and out of her, accompanied by a great roar from deep 
inside his chest. This change in his apparent gentleness excited her, and 
her hands, dug deeper into his buttocks, her fingers probing at his rectum, 
and touching his balls. One finger entered him and she moved it gently as he 
groaned with excitement. His rhythm continued steady and even, and Elmire 
felt herself growing faint with the sensations that were sweeping her as his 
hands pulled and dug at her breasts. She locked her legs around his muscular 
thighs, and let him take her at his speed and rhythm. The thrusts came 
quicker and quicker, harder and harder, and suddenly she felt herself buckle 
under his weight as she came in a torrent against him. He was still pushing 
in her and the ecstasy was unbearable now, as suddenly with a tremendous cry 
he filled her cunt with his seed, his body jerking and tossing on top of 
her. Then he withdrew slowly, giving her even more pleasure in the act, and 
lay beside her exhausted. 

The passionate embrace of those two encouraged Prosper to start caressing 
Marie who had to decide whether she should continue to let men take her as 
Ludovic had done, or permit Prosper to initiate her into full womanhood. 

"You'll have to choose between the two entrances to paradise." she whispered 
to Prosper. 

But her lover's cupid had already begun to approach the vaginal opening and 
she received it with a bitter-sweet feeling that accompanies the defloration 
of willing maids. Soon their movements quickened until they reached their 
joyful climax at the same time as the other couple. 

When they had dressed and joined Palmyre and Juliette, they informed them of 
the success of the action. 

"Fine!" said Palmyre, "Now Adrienne and the others can't complain any more 
about what they called the philistine prudishness of some of you. Every 
inhibition seems to have been conquered. Now I have a suggestion to make." 

"Speak up, Palmyre!" 

"I believe we all should spend a few days in the country to perfect 
everything that you have begun here." 

Everybody agreed and they all left Palmyre's place in a mood of great 
expectations. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

MORE PREPARATORY TRAINING 

As soon as Eliacin returned from his trip, Juliette told him of Prosper's 
intention to marry Paola. When Paola heard of it, she immediately stipulated 
that the wedding should become a symbol of the phalansteric objective of the 
Collective. The old-fashioned "kissing of the bride" by all male guests 
would have to be extended into more intimate contacts, and not only with the 
bride, but with all female members present. 

Juliette suggested that the proposition be submitted to Paul Gerando as the 
head of the Love Collective. Eliacin agreed and they went to the place of 
the Gerandos right away where Paul entertained several members at lunch. 

They were: Ernest Deiron, Theodore and Lina Castex, Etienne and Leonie 
Duport. 

The visitors were received with great glee and Eliacin asked Bertha 
teasingly: 

"I suppose you don't like your weekly service, hm?" 

"Well, judge for yourself. For instance, tonight I have three lovers on my 
list and they insist on my taking them on, all three of them, but I don't 
want more than one. And now they are arguing among each other to get 
priority." Eliacin smiled. 

"I feel like adding myself to the list!" 

"Why, did you come to ask for my services?" 

"It may seem impolite to deny it, but I have to admit that some serious 
business has caused my visit." 

"That's good, because I am somewhat tired, but I wouldn't have refused you." 

"Please, don't lead me into temptation!" 

"All right, all right! Now what is the real reason for your coming here?" 

"It concerns our Collective." 

"Something special?" 

"Yes, Paola is about to marry...." 

"What? Whom does she want to marry?" 

"It's not she who started it, it is rather Prosper who insists on marrying 
her!" 

Gerando nodded and said: 

"Well, that is quite all right. We have not yet had enough preparatory 
training to get used to the rules of our Collective to search for strangers 
to become lovers of our women. Prosper is welcome! There is nothing that 
speaks against such a marriage!" 

"Well, my dear Gerando, this makes it easier for me to tell you of Paola's 
idea. She doesn't want the wedding to be the traditional private ceremony, 
but wants to extend it to a regular orgy so that we all have the chance to 
lose our old inhibitions imposed by our hypocritical civilization." 

Everybody applauded and now Eliacin played his trump card. 

"I am glad you receive the plan so enthusiastically, my friends, but I want 
to see whether you are willing to exchange theory for practice." 

They all looked at him, perplexed. 

"Now, now...." continued Eliacin, "you were in such an exuberant mood when I 
arrived. Show me that you are willing to undertake this preparatory 
training! And not only you, gentlemen, but also you, ladies! And I would 
like the ladies to begin and stop being so ... well ... so platonic. I 
request that all you ladies show us your behind!" 

The men exclaimed: 

"Ah, Sizac is a genius ... Yes, ladies! Let's see what you can do!" 

Bertha Gerando seemed angry and said to Paul: 

"How can you agree to such a thing?" 

"Why not? Eliacin is right! Bolt all the doors so that the servants can't 
surprise us!" 

Caroline wanted quickly to dash out of the room, but Gerando held her back. 

"Caroline, you must obey! It doesn't do any good to be a theorist! Show that 
you mean what you always said." 

The four women quickly looked at each other and then, very bravely, lifted 
their skirts and bared their behinds which were all different and yet 
well-formed and covered with a silky skin. 

The men clapped their hands and complimented the ladies on their courage and 
the beauty of their rear anatomy. 

"Thanks, ladies," said Eliacin. "And now it seems to me is the best time to 
decide in what manner the wedding should be celebrated. I hope that each 
member of the Collective will turn up with an original suggestion." 

"But why don't we invite all of them to come here," said Bertha, "and hold a 
regular meeting?" 

"Excellent idea!" echoed Leonie. 

"And for what day shall we convoke the meeting?" asked Gerando. 

"As soon as possible!" 

"Well, what about next Tuesday?" 

"Fine! Next Tuesday!" everybody agreed. "Eliacin will send out the 
invitations," said Gerando, and broke up the present meeting. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

END OF THE FIRST WEEK 

On Saturday, Juliette Sizac said good-bye to Marcel, informing him that she 
had to return to her small town and her husband. She had succeeded in 
capturing that elderly lover and was moved when she noticed that her 
impending departure made him quite sad. She kissed him very tenderly and 
promised to write him and also to try to repeat her Parisian visit as soon 
as possible. 

Marcel, who still believed that Juliette was really a middle-class woman 
from the province, decided to show how generous he could be. He gave 
Juliette a costly necklace and a thousand franc note. They parted on very 
affectionate terms. 

As soon as Marcel had left, Juliette returned to her own home and, after a 
hot bath, went straight to bed. She wanted to be rested for the first Sunday 
meeting of the Collective. 

Bertha Gerando, on her part, had also finished her first week with great 
success and given pleasure to several of her male visitors who decided to 
repeat their visits in the future as often as possible. 

All members of the Collective were looking forward to the Sunday meeting, 
the men with great hopes for unbridled pleasures, and the women with a 
certain mixture of sensuality and hesitation. It would be interesting to see 
how human nature asserted itself when freed from the shackles of a narrow 
tradition. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

THE GENERAL MEETING 

On Sunday afternoon, all members of the Love Collective were attending the 
first general meeting in a charming villa in St. Clouds that had been rented 
for the purpose. 

No servants were present, in order to avoid any kind of embarrassment during 
the proceedings. It had been decided that whatever was needed, like the 
preparing and serving of refreshments, should be performed by members in 
rotation, every month. 

After an introductory speech by Paul Gerando, Leonie addressed the assembly: 

"The tradition of the Occident lacks the wisdom of Oriental civilizations. 
We are supposed to follow the laws of Christianity which forbids both 
polygamy and polyandry. And what is the result? That we have been excluded 
from a full enjoyment of our sensual faculties. What kind of sense enjoyment 
can a man experience if he is permitted to possess only one woman, and what 
can a woman understand of love if she has to put up with the embraces of one 
and the same man. What wonder that the so-called respectable husbands take 
mistresses, while their bored wives acquire lovers? Physical love becomes 
stale without the stimulation of change. 

"And, apart from that, why should the love act be performed in secrecy as if 
it were something shameful? We hear of other civilizations where sense 
pleasures are enjoyed in public during regular love feasts. And why have we 
been taught that nudity is disgraceful? All of us here are young women and 
men. Why hide our bodies? 

"It is sad that our hypocritical society forces us to found this Love 
Collective so that we can save ourselves from the perverse public ideas of 
what is moral and what immoral. 

"Therefore, my friends, let us free ourselves from old, unnatural customs, 
and enjoy our bodies as the pagan peoples. Each one of us has given a solemn 
promise to protect our Collective from all outside snooping and that we 
shall admit only such newcomers who have been tested by at least six of our 
members of either sex. But before we can afford to introduce many outsiders, 
we must be completely sure of ourselves and our erotic skills. 

"And now, friends, let us start with whatever Paul wants us to do!" 

Leonie's address was received with lively applause and men and women alike 
admired her provocative beauty which was all the more offset by her majestic 
poise and her noticeable will power. 

Next, all women were asked to draw lots for the elevated position of the 
Queen of Love. It was Palmyre Rastegue who was elected. Paul Gerando 
demanded that all male members in the audience should pay homage to the 
Queen by kneeling between her opened legs and tongue-kissing her rosy 
grotto. The men obeyed, first hesitatingly, but becoming more and more 
zealous when Palmyre's sighs of joy were quite audible. 

Soon the other women demanded similar attentions and after a while everyone 
was involved with everybody else. The more physical pleasure was experienced 
the less inhibited the members of the Collective became. And before the time 
for dinner had arrived, everybody was undressed, and interlaced bodies were 
lying around on sofas, cushions and on the thick carpet, all sacrificing to 
Priapus and Venus. The joys of Greece and Sodom were tried by men and women 
among ever increasing moans of lustful joy. 

Jacques Nassau and Palmyre Rastegue lay on one of the plush couches. He had 
sunk his cock deep within her and their bodies were movjng as if under water 
with a ceaseless undulation accompanied by their mutual groans and sighs. 
Paul Gerando was mounting her from behind and before the three of them 
sought new partners, they had climaxed and then reversed their positions, 
still almost as a single body. The room was filled with deep-throated sounds 
as couples reached their orgasms and then parted. 

Etienne Duport and Charles Vautrin were standing with Juliette Sizac between 
them, their arms locked tightly in an embrace that pressed one against the 
other. Etienne had entered her from the front, and Charles from behind, and 
occasionally her feet left the floor with the tremendous thrusting of their 
cocks, both deeply imbedded in her body. The two men had locked arms around 
each other, so that Juliette seemed suspended between them. Their white 
bodies flashed in the dim light and then sank to the floor in slow motion as 
the three reached a tremendous climax. Juliette lay on the floor, her cunt 
still pouring out its flow, when Prosper moved over her and devoured it, 
thrusting his cock into her mouth at the same time. 

Paul Gerando and Leonie Duport were on another sofa. Leonie was lying back, 
her arms over her head with her partner facing her sitting up, his huge cock 
between her breasts, his hands pressing them together against his shaft. 
Leonie moved her hands softly up and down his thick, muscular thighs, 
curling over his balls, caressing and squeezing them. Paul's excitement grew 
and he began to thrust vigor ously against her. He lay back suddenly, still 
on top of her, and she took his balls completely in her mouth. Her hands 
were now digging into the flesh of his thighs, jerking involuntarily with 
the force of his spending passion, when, with a great cry, he came, and shot 
his seed high into the air. The force of his climax threw him off her and 
onto the floor, where he lay sweating and panting. Lina Castex, watching 
with growing desire, moved to his exhausted body and began with her skillful 
fingers and lips, to work him into another erection. In a few minutes, his 
body was pumping into her where he lay, and their cries rose to mingle with 
the others in the room. 

Desire Beausire lay on a heap of pillows, his white, naked body arched back, 
the muscles of his neck, chest and arms, straining incredibly. Small cries 
escaped from his clenched lips as Marie Rastegue nibbled with the edges of 
her teeth and lips at his hardened cock. His thighs were thrust far apart, 
and moving vigorously, first closing then opening, their huge muscles tensed 
to the bursting point. Between them Marie's head bobbed up and down, her 
fingers moving artfully from his balls to his rectum and back again, 
thrusting deeper into his rear with each return trip. Her head would pause 
and she would raise herself enough to look into his passion-torn face, then 
she would begin again. The others stopped to watch; the combined beauty of 
their bodies was an unbelievable sight. Every man in the room could feel the 
burning thrust of her tongue on his cock; each wondered if he would be the 
next. Then, with a tremendous sob, Desire thrust his entire body in the air 
and shot his seed into Marie's mouth. She choked and swallowed for what 
seemed an eternity, gasping at the extent of his orgasm, then released his 
cock and watched as it fell limply against his leg. 

Before she could catch her breath, Ernest Deiron had shoved his cock into 
her mouth and pulled her to the floor, already lost in his passion. Charles 
Vautrin descended on her from behind and entered her at the same time. 
Juliette Sizac had moved to the place at Desire's groin vacated by Marie, 
and his limp cock was again coming to life in her mouth. His cries were 
delirious now, mingling with the rest in the room, as they rose to a 
crescendo of screams, moans and sobs. The room whirled with moving, 
pulsating flesh, and the walls seemed to burst apart with the spent 
passions. Wherever a body would pause, or rest, another would join it and 
begin again. Kneeling, sitting, lying, no one was in repose; all were tossed 
endlessly in a surging sea of lust and joy. 

It was after midnight when the orgy broke up and the tired but contented 
pairs of lovers returned to Paris in their carriages that had waited for 
them in the nearby village. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

ADRIENNE HAS CHANGED 

Monday noon, Adrienne returned with her brother, Ludovic, from their sojourn 
in the South where they had indulged in their incestuous interlude until 
they were both too exhausted to continue. 

They created great astonishment when they appeared unannounced at the home 
of Adrienne's husband, Desire, who was just having lunch in the company of 
his sister, Elmire, and his sister-in-law, Marie. He looked reproachfully at 
his wife and said: 

"Why the devil did you not inform us that you were coming back...." 

"Well ... I am here now!" 

"So I see, but I thought you would stay away at least two months ... as you 
let us believe...." 

"What's the matter?" Adrienne began to show anger. "Am I disturbing you 
perhaps by my presence?" 

"I don't see how you could ever disturb me, or how I could disturb you...? 
We have an understanding as members of the Collective not to create any 
difficulties for each other. Or have you forgotten?" 

Adrienne remained silent and let herself be embraced by Elmire who showed 
distinct signs of embarrassment, while Marie couldn't bring herself to make 
any gesture of welcome at all. When Adrienne had gone upstairs to her 
boudoir, Marie followed her and asked: 

"Really, Adrienne, what is the idea of returning in this sudden manner?" 

"I admit, I could have written a note to give you some warning, but I assure 
you I was not prepared for such a cold reception." 

"I am sorry, but it is your own fault!" 

"Why? Merely because I haven't written?" 

"Not only that, but it was your personal wish that your husband should get 
used to my company. Well ... he did! And I have got used to him, too...." 

"I'm pleased to hear that." Adrienne said sarcastically. "And now, of 
course, you seem to hesitate to permit him to get used to his own wife 
again. Is that it?" 

"Frankly ... yes!" 

"You know, Marie, a young girl like you should have more inhibitions." 

"A young girl ... yes! But you seem to be ignorant of the fact that I was 
not exactly a young girl any more when you married Desire...." 

Adrienne became pale. 

"Marie! What are you saying?" 

"You have no reason to play the prude, Adrienne! Since we are going to be 
faithful members of the phalanstric Collective, we must try not to relapse 
into any old-fashioned possessiveness!" 

"Do you mean to say that I am creating any difficulties for my husband?" 

"Definitely! By your sudden return...." 

"This is really the limit! You expect me to leave again for another 
trip...?" 

"I didn't say that, but I would like you to let me spend two or three more 
nights with Desire." 

"In other words, you two don't want to let go of each other?" 

"Frankly, no! And why didn't you bring Ludovic with you?" 

"Was I supposed to? I must say it is really nice of you to miss the presence 
of your brother...." 

"Don't tell me he is ill...." 

"Thank God, no! But when we arrived at the Depot and were about to leave the 
train, he was recognized by a friend and had to leave me." 

"I see, but if he comes here tonight nobody will be here to receive him." 

"He knows that! He had intended to come here with me, but as I told you, he 
had to join his friend in order not to give me away." 

"You've said that before...." 

Adrienne's face flushed an angry red. 

"Now will you at least tell me what kind of position I am going to occupy in 
my own home during the next three days?" 

"Well, of course, you are the lady of the house." 

"Yes, but only if I let you have my husband for a few more nights." 

"Is that so difficult?" 

"Oh, I know Desire! If he had not become so dependent on you, he would not 
have sent you after me to arrange things to his taste! It always takes him 
some time to change his mind about women." 

"Adrienne, do you realize that you are making a regular scene out of mere 
jealousy? What sort of strange specimen of our Collective are you?" 

Adrienne bit her lips and said: 

"All right! Now, what do you expect of me?" 

"I promise you that Desire and I don't want any more than three more nights 
together." Adrienne merely nodded and went downstairs to join the others. 
When Desire noticed her angry expression he asked: 

"Are you angry with us?" 

"I'm going to answer that question in a few days...." 

Marie was coming down the steps now and Desire called out: 

"There you are, Marie! Adrienne is angry with us!" 

The others were amazed to see Adrienne's reaction and Elmire sat down at the 
piano after asking Desire to show off his beautiful baritone in a few songs. 
Adrienne tried to control herself, but she was honest enough with herself to 
realize that she did not like the situation at all. While apparently 
listening to the music she was having a silent dialogue with herself: 

"Why, for heaven's sake, am I angry? Haven't I agreed to all the rules of 
our Collective? Didn't I go off with Ludovic to have a stormy incestuous 
affair with him, being clearly unfaithful to my husband? And now I resent 
Marie's having an affair with him? Why?" 

Marie had joined Desire's voice with her own vibrant contralto, but Adrienne 
did not pay any attention. She continued to question herself: 

"I refuse to believe that my natural instinct revolts against all this 
promiscuity! And yet-why am I so possessive? Is it natural to want to retain 
the male one likes most? If that is the case then our Collective is 
something artificial and we are all trying to pretend that we can't be 
jealous. I wish I could find the answer to all this!" 

When the music stopped, Adrienne announced that she was dead tired and 
wished to retire. Desire gallantly accompanied her to her bedroom as he 
usually did when he wanted to spend the night with her, but this time he 
kissed her hand and wished her a courteous good night. He turned around and 
hurried to Marie's bedroom where she was already expecting him. 

Marie waited Expectantly for Desire to come to her. She thought of the white 
perfection of his body, and the obvious jealousy of Adrienne determined her 
to possess him. He entered the room and lay beside her. He seemed tired. 
Marie kissed him on the eyes and felt the warmth of his breath against her 
face as he sighed deeply. She began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the 
hard planes of his muscular torso. When his shirt was off, she pressed 
herself against him, letting her soft, beautiful breasts burn slowly into 
him. Her fingers wandered over his stomach, tracing the ridges, following 
them down to his groin. She unbuttoned his trousers and he slipped from 
them, turning over to pull her body next to his and press its soft, yielding 
length against him. She let his fingers move slowly, surely up her warm 
thighs to her cunt, and parted her legs slightly so that he could touch her 
as deeply as he wished. She sighed as his fingers went into her, moving 
against her clitoris, then out of her and up her body. Her own hands began 
to curl around his cock and move up and down along it, feeling it harden and 
throb beneath her silken touch. She let her tongue trail wetly along his 
thick thighs, over his balls, and up his cock to the head. He uttered a 
small cry and pushed her on her back. Then arching above her, he looked 
directly into her shining eyes and plunged slowly, hotly, surely into her. 
His cock slid in effortlessly as far as it would go. She moaned and lay back 
on the bed, giving herself completely in to him. Her hands fluttered along 
the rigid muscles of his broad back and moved across his chest. He thrust 
once, and she arched to meet him, pulling his entire weight down upon her. 
The colors of the room blurred, the walls became vague, shimmering, 
surfaces, and she closed her eyes to feel the full length of him far up in 
her-and nothing else. After a moment he pulled up, almost to the point of 
withdrawal, then plunged to the hilt again, slowly. He raised his torso up 
on his thick arms and looked down at her, withdrawing himself nearly all the 
way, and waited. His entire body was one rigid plane, connected to her cunt 
by the tip of his cock alone, every muscle rigid and hard. 

"Marie!" He whispered. She opened her eyes and ran her hands over his arms 
and shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth. She locked her arms around his 
back and thrust up, joining his body, arched above the bed. Then he relaxed 
and plunged with her into the depths of the mattress, pinning her to it, and 
she uttered a deep, low cry. The entire act proceeded at slow motion for 
several minutes in this fashion. She sucked at his lips with her mouth, and 
moved beneath him to tongue the muscles of his chest, and lick the flat 
nipples. Both their tongues met again, then parted, his to find the hard, 
bursting tips of her breasts, hers to caress every inch of his body. 

Then a great wave of heat consumed him and he began to drive into her harder 
and harder. Her fingers felt down to the great shaft pumping in and out of 
her, and then moved to the balls slapping against her bottom. She squeezed 
them softly, rhythmically, keeping time with his thrusts until he gave a 
tremendous thrust, his whole body quivering like a taut arrow string, and 
exploded within her. At the same moment, she felt her own climax approaching 
and helped by thrusting to meet his orgasm. His seed flowed into her and her 
liquid spilled out onto his thighs. 

They remained locked thus for several minutes, and then Desire withdrew, 
giving a deep sigh as his cock emerged from Marie's cunt. But Marie moved 
on, her hands seeking his rectum now, searching for new points of arousal. 

Desire noticed Marie's exceptional excitement and responded with more than 
his usual vigor. Sensing Marie's mood, he possessed her in a multitude of 
various positions, anal and otherwise, without any protest from the girl, 
who abandoned herself to a frenzy of lust that she had not known before with 
any partner. 

In the intervals between their embraces both realized that it would 
displease them enormously to have to give each other up after three more 
nights, but they were ashamed to admit it in so many words. After all, such 
a reaction would be a crass violation of the statutes of the Collective, and 
they could not permit any breach of the rules, at least not openly. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

THE FAILURE OF THE LOVE COLLECTIVE 

After Desire had left Adrienne alone in her bedroom, she knew she would not 
be able to sleep in the angry mood she was in. 

Far from admitting to herself that her jealousy was real and that she had 
expected to enjoy the embraces of her husband, she tried to rationalize her 
mood by telling herself that she missed Ludovic's tremendous sexual prowess 
and that everything would be all right if he were with her now. Ludovic, or 
... or.... 

"Do I merely want a strong male?" she asked herself, unable to calm down. 

Suddenly she felt her anger with Marie in crease to the extent that she felt 
like slapping the girl's face. 

"What's happening to me?" 'she asked herself again. "I am becoming 
unreasonable! But I want to have this thing out with Marie, once and for 
all. Also with Desire! There is no time like the present. I am going to face 
them right now! Otherwise I'll not be able to find some rest tonight . . 

She covered her nude body with a light robe and left her room trying to 
reach the door to Marie's bedroom in the dark. When she could touch the 
doorknob she suddenly felt a strong hand grip her arm. Somewhat startled, 
she turned around but could not recognize the person in the darkness. 

The hand kept holding her. Who was this? Hesitantly she stretched out her 
other hand and touched the nude, hairy chest of a male. She could not very 
well start yelling like a frightened bourgeois woman who was afraid of nude 
male bodies. She decided to let that hand pull her downstairs to the dark 
salon where she felt herself being pushed backward until she came to rest on 
the carpet. 

The strong hand compelled her to move down the hairy body until she could 
feel the stiffness of an enormous cock that was impatiently twitching under 
her trembling fingers. Who was trying to rape her? She found it best to keep 
silent and go through with whatever might happen. As a matter-of-fact, she 
realized that she was sexually excited and wanted to feel that gigantic 
penis penetrate her, no matter how it might hurt her. 

The man had gently stretched out on top of her, but when he inserted his 
priapus into her, he stopped being gentle and became animated like a beast 
in the rutting season. She suppressed a cry of pain when she felt herself 
pierced, but as soon as the man covered her face, throat and breasts with 
his kisses and bites and moved wildly in her, she felt herself falling into 
an abyss of pure lust as she had never experienced before, either with men 
or women. 

Who is this man? But soon the shudders of her repeated orgasms drowned out 
her thoughts and she did not notice that her powerful lover had inundated 
her with several spurts of his semen without slowing down once. At long last 
he stopped and rested his muscular, steel-like body on her soft flesh. She 
sighed and whispered Marie's name. 

"Ah, Marie!" muttered the man near her ear. "Marie enjoyed my embrace just 
like you...." 

"Who are you?" 

"Robert!" 

"Robert?" 

Adrienne wriggled loose under the weight of the man and ran upstairs to her 
room and bolted the door. 

Robert! He was the gardener, a young, handsome peasant boy from the South. 
Imagine, being raped by her own gardener. But she felt pleasantly tired and 
strangely elated. That was a kind of sex that she had always hoped to know 
and now her wish had been fulfilled in the most unexpected manner. She fell 
asleep with a happy smile on her relaxed face. 

Next morning, at breakfast, Desire noticed his wife's peculiar aloofness and 
thought it was the reaction to his continued affair with Marie. His 
conscience began to bother him and he pulled Adrienne into a corner so that 
the others could not hear him. 

"I am going to come to you tonight, my dear. After all, you have a 
legitimate right to me." 

To his utter amazement she answered in a distracted way: 

"No, no! Why should you renounce your pleasure! Go ahead and enjoy yourself 
with Marie as you intended." 

Desire was speechless for a moment, then he stammered: 

"What has come over you? I love you as I have always loved you; no matter 
that I found Marie to be a good bed partner." 

"That's quite all right, Desire! I am not angry any more, and I want you two 
to have as much fun with each other as you desire!" Before Desire had 
recovered from Adrienne's response, she had got hold of Marie's hand and 
asked her to follow her upstairs to her room. When the door was safely shut, 
she turned to the girl. 

"Marie, is there nothing special you want to tell me?" 

"I? What in the world should I want to tell you?" 

"Just try to think for a minute ... Isn't there anything that has happened 
to you lately? Some strange adventure, perhaps? Here, at night?" 

"An adventure?" 

Marie's voice seemed to falter. 

"Yes, a very unusual adventure! Now listen, Marie, you know that you can 
afford to tell me anything! I won't give you away!" 

Marie tried to hedge. 

"I wish you would not be so mysterious, Adrienne. I really don't know what 
you are driving at." 

"All right! If you want to be secretive, you fool, have your own way! Get 
out of my room!" 

"But, Adrienne!" 

"Get out, I said!" 

"But why ... I...." 

"I'm going to take a walk in the garden...." 

"Let me come with you." 

"No, I want to be alone!" 

Adrienne's voice sounded so harsh that Marie thought it advisable not to 
insist. She left the room in great bewilderment. 

Adrienne did not see her or Desire when she walked down the steps and left 
the house by the back door. The huge garden was more like a regular park. 
The tall trees and the beautiful flower beds offered anybody who walked down 
the narrow paths the calm and peaceful mood that one finds in a remote 
forest. 

Adrienne enjoyed the shade of the trees and the scent of the roses and 
walked a short distance until she had reached the orchard where an 
olive-skinned young man with a bare torso was stooped over some tomato 
plant, trying to support it with a stick. It was Robert, the gardener. When 
he noticed Adrienne, he waved his hand politely. 

"Good morning, Madame! I am glad you have returned from your trip...." 

"Come here!" commanded Adrienne abruptly "Here I am! What can I do for 
Madame?" She examined his tall muscular body that was glistening with 
perspiration, his dark curly hair, his blue eyes that watched her curiously, 
and she admitted to herself that he was indeed one of the most desirable 
males she had ever encountered. 

"Well, Robert, what have you got to say for yourself?" 

"I don't know what Madame means." 

"Why do you call me Madame after last night?" 

An almost imperceptible smile flitted over his face when he said: 

"During the day, you are Madame! After all, I know my place!" 

"Oh, you do, eh? And what is your place at night?" 

"If Madame will forgive me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever 
seen . . 

"Don't try to use flattery on me, Robert! If I am so beautiful why did you 
surprise Marie the way you surprised me, last night? You said that you did 
it to Marie, didn't you?" 

Robert seemed embarrassed and lowered his eyes. 

"Well ... Madame must understand that a strong and healthy man like myself 
can't resist temptation when he sees so many ladies and gentlemen do it with 
each other." 

He faltered when he saw that Adrienne had become quite pale. 

"Where ... where did you see this?" 

"Oh, while Madame was away ... at night when I climbed up the trellis and 
looked through the windows of several bedrooms." Adrienne felt her knees 
becoming weak. She felt the supporting arms of Robert around her shoulders. 

"Why doesn't Madame sit down here on the bench and rest?" 

He led her to the bench under a walnut tree and squatted down in front of 
her. Adrienne slowly recovered her poise and gently touched Robert's chin. 

"You climbed up on the trellis? Is that how you got into the house, last 
night and...." 

"Yes, Madame ... that is how I found you and could at last pay tribute to 
your great beauty...." 

Adrienne smiled. 

"Where did you learn to pay such gallant compliments, Robert?" 

"In Marseilles, where I come from, one knows how to talk to beautiful 
ladies. We are not so clumsy as you Parisians might think...." 

"Well, you certainly were not clumsy last night ... although pretty 
wild...." 

Robert smiled now quite openly. 

"We in the South are very hot-blooded, Madame. Did I displease you?" 

"On the countrary...." 

Adrienne thought for a minute while the man waited politely. Suddenly she 
arrived at some conclusion and got up from the bench. Caressing Robert's 
cheek, she said: 

"No, Robert, you did not displease me at all. And I think I prefer men from 
the South to our effete Parisians. I'll expect you again tonight, in my 
room, this time. And here is the key to the house. You don't have to climb 
up the trellis any more." 

Robert took the key and pressing a long kiss on Adrienne's offered hand, he 
said: 

"I'm obeying Madame's orders ... And I am looking forward to tonight." 

"So am I, you rascal!" said Adrienne, slapping playfully his suntanned 
cheek, before she turned and walked back to the house. 

She had some food brought up to her room and sent word to Desire and the 
others that she felt very tired and exhausted and wanted to rest. When 
Desire appeared quite concerned, she said: 

"It is nothing to get alarmed at, my friend. After all, Ludovic is a 
powerful lover and I did not realize that the reaction of so much 
love-making would make its appearance as soon as I had returned." 

Desire did not quite know whether she told him that to retaliate for his 
hanging on to Marie, or whether it was a harmless explanation of her 
condition. But it seemed logical and he accepted it without any further 
argument. 

As soon as Adrienne was alone, she began to pack two suitcases, stowing away 
enough lingerie and dresses to last her for some time and, above all, her 
jewelry box that contained precious stones worth a veritable fortune. She 
also put fifty thousand francs in paper money in her purse and then lay down 
on her bed in order to be fresh and relaxed for the coming night. 

After 11 p.m. when everything was quiet in the house, she heard the door of 
her bedroom open and there was Robert who immediately pressed her into his 
strong arms that closed over her waist like a vise. 

"Wait ... wait!" she whispered, "and listen to me very carefully, Robert! We 
are going to have our pleasure, but you must first listen to what I have 
planned ... for both of us...." He quickly undressed and sat down on the bed 
putting his arms around her. 

"No, Robert, not yet. When I feel your body I can't think. And I want you to 
understand every word I am saying!" 

"Yes, Madame!" 

"Don't be stupid! You may call me by my first name." 

"Yes, ... Adrienne," he said hesitantly. 

"Now, this is what I want you to understand. I am fed up with what you have 
noticed when you looked through the bedroom windows. It is true that I like 
to enjoy the embrace of more than one male, but I discovered that one 
handsome and strong male is able to replace ten others. And you, Robert, are 
such a rare specimen!" 

He wanted to press her into his arms, but she pushed him away. 

"No, not now! I told you to listen carefully! Tomorrow, around noon, you 
will pack all your belongings and go to the depot of the Gare du Sud where 
I'll expect you. We are going to the Riviera and stay there as long as it 
pleases us ... do you understand? You will be my guest and my lover and I'll 
be your mistress in every respect...." 

"And what if you become tired of me?" 

Adrienne suppressed her laughter. 

"Tired of you?" Yes, I believe when I am an old woman and can't enjoy making 
love any more ... Then I may get tired of you!" 

Robert pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. 

"Wait, Robert, wait ... Have you understood everything I told you?" 

He closed her mouth with his lips and then whispered: 

"How could I fail to understand such a wonderful message? I'll expect you at 
the Gare du Sud, tomorrow, at noon. But ... what is your husband going to 
say?" 

"Leave that to me! I'll write him a letter which he will understand, 
although it will not make him feel very proud ... But now, Robert, make me 
forget my husband and everything else except you and me ... Robert swept her 
into his thick arms and crushed her against the bed. His body was white-hot 
beneath the dark brown skin, and his lips were almost feverish as they 
devoured her breasts, thighs, and soft abdomen. He sought and found her 
clitoris, and with both his tongue and his fingers, he worked her to the 
bursting point. She had never before felt such force, even with Ludovic. 
Robert's body was rock-hard, warm with only a heat that the sun can give; 
every muscle was strained and expert. It was the perfect machine for 
pleasure, such as the Love Collective had never known. She looked up into 
his dark eyes, so black they burned, and felt the shadow of heavy beard on 
his smooth cheek with her fingers. 

His hands responded to her look, with gentle pressure against her breasts, 
alternating with his rough tongue. The smell of his sweat, undisguised by 
cologne, rose from him now, and aroused her even further. He moved off her 
for a moment and lay beside her. She rose and covered him with her body. Her 
eyes devoured the coarse, curly hair that swirled across his chest and 
stomach, and she plunged her lips into it. Her hands found the heavy columns 
of his thighs and she caressed him there at the same time, moving slowly, 
surely to his cock. Suddenly she held it in her hand, the largest she had 
ever known, and the thickest. She ached to have it within her, and almost as 
if in response to her unspoken wish, he swept her on her back and plunged it 
to the hilt into her cunt. Without pausing he began to drive furiously 
within her and in a few minutes burst in a great hot jet, far in her body. 
But he did not stop the steady driving thrust, and Adrienne could hardly 
believe what she was feeling. His cock grew within her, and she sobbed in 
ecstasy as her first orgasm swept her, tossing her body against his. She 
sank her teeth in the bulging muscle of his arm, and the pain drove him once 
more to come within her, in a thick, hot stream that scorched her insides. 

He withdrew momentarily, and lay back, gasping for air. Adrienne looked at 
him with lust in her eyes, and began to lick his body once more, reaching 
his cock with her tongue and spurring it to hardness. In a few moments it 
was reached, and she lowered her body swiftly upon his spear, to feel it 
pierce up into her as far as she could push it. He thrust too, and seemed to 
break the tender membranes in her body all the way to her head. She screamed 
in ecstasy and pushed again, feeling the incredible strength of his body 
once more encompass her and carry her in the incredible rhythms of his 
driving thrusts. He was sobbing now; great, loud gasps coming from his 
throat, his head pressed far back into the pillows, his brown body gleaming 
under its covering of pungent sweat. She pressed her breasts against him 
harder, feeling the sweat-matted hair on his chest grind against the 
nipples, driving her to a new peak of pain and pleasure. She licked the 
sweat off his chest and its salty tang caused her to cry out in joy. His 
whole body was centered in his gigantic, throbbing cock, imbedded in her 
devouring cunt, shoving them both high into the air with each new thrust. 

He discharged into her five times without ever decreasing his thrusts and 
Adrienne was about to faint. It was the acme of sensual pleasure; it was 
unalloyed bliss. 

After resting for an hour, Robert renewed his attacks and both carried on 
until the beginning dawn forced Adrienne to put a stop to their embraces. 

"You must go now, Robert, or else I won't be strong enough to leave the 
house at noon to meet you. Try to sleep, too, my love!" 

Robert took leave of her after covering her mouth and her body with burning 
kisses, and as soon as Adrienne heard the door close after him, she sank in 
the most profound sleep she had ever enjoyed. 

She stayed in her room until noon when she dressed and ordered the carriage 
to wait at the main gate where the butler had carried her suitcases. She 
handed him a letters and said: 

"Give this letter to my husband when he and the ladies return from their 
trip to the country...." 

And turning to the coachman, she ordered: 

"Drive me to the Gare du Sud. I have to make the 2 o'clock train!" 

The carriage started moving and she settled in the cushions on the seat 
without turning to glance back at her house and park. 

When Desire and his guests returned in the early afternoon the butler handed 
him Adrienne's letter which he opened and read: 

"My dear Desire, "You may let all the others read this letter because I 
believe they ought to know why I act as I do. During my sojourn with 
Ludovic, it became clear to me that our Love Collective was based on faulty 
reasoning. First of all, it is not true that having sexual intercourse in a 
group heightens the pleasure of the partners; not if they are really 
desiring each other and satisfying each other as they could not do with any 
different partners. 

"Second, I don't believe that a woman has to change her partners all the 
time if she happens to meet a lover who makes her swoon every time he puts 
his arm around her and penetrates her not only with the virility of his 
body, but with his whole being. In other words, if he is the ideal male and 
mate. The males I have enjoyed so far are very nice men and quite enjoyable 
in bed, but they could never replace the divine raptures that Robert-whom I 
have taken with me-is able to give me without ever tiring. 

"I don't want you to feel slighted in any way, my dear Desire. I merely want 
you to understand that your momentary weakness for Marie is a good example 
of what I feel for Robert, only that my feelings for him are ten times as 
strong as yours for that girl. 

"If a woman finds what I have found in Robert, she will try to keep it as 
long as possible. You and the whole Collective may continue to believe and 
practice what they want, but stark reality has convinced me that our 
occidental tradition is still too strong in our blood to let us enjoy sexual 
anarchy, which is what the Collective amounts to. 

"I firmly believe that promiscuity for both men and women is caused only by 
imperfect sex partners. I don't mean to say that monogamy is the necessary 
alternative to promiscuity. But a personal sexual relationship can last 
through many years if the partners concerned reach the highest fulfillment. 

"You will hear from me from time to time and you can always write me and 
address your letters to the Post Office in Nice, General Delivery. Give my 
regards to our friends and tell them that I understand their attitude as 
thoroughly as I hope they will understand mine. 

"Always yours, Adrienne." 

When Desire read his wife's letter to the assembled members of the 
Collective at the next Sunday meeting, they received the content with a 
surprising silence. 

After another four weeks, Paul Gerando had to report that most of the 
members failed to report their sexual adventures and also missed their usual 
gatherings. He suspected, he said, that they still indulged in all sorts of 
pleasure, but that somehow or other they wanted to protect their privacy. 

Thus occurred the failure of an erotic Utopia that had begun with high hopes 
of everybody, and which collapsed when one healthy woman decided to keep the 
strongest and most desirable male that had accidentally crossed her way. 
Sexual love does not seem to thrive when pressed into the limits of an 
organization. 

 APPENDIX 

CONCLUSION OF AN AGREEMENT 

The following persons have agreed to join in a collective group according to 
the doctrines of our great philosopher and sociologist: 

F.M. Charles Fourier (1772-1837), on the strength of which everything, like 
families, husbands and wives, children and money, becomes the common 
property of the group: 

1. Paul Gerando, age 30; his wife, Bertha, nee Leydier, age 27; his 
sister-in-law, Elise Leydier, age 20; and 

2. Louis Assenac, age 25; his wife, Caroline, nee Lissan, age 22; and 

3. Etienne Duport, age 28; his wife, Leonie, nee Vautrin, age 30; his 
sister-in-law, Lucie Vautrin, age 17; his brother-in-law, Charles Vautrin, 
age 22; and 

4. Pierre Breton, age 33; his wife, Julie, nee Rodier, age 19; and 

5. Eliacin Sizac, age 25; his wife, Juliette, nee Raymond, age 21; his 
sister-in-law, Paola Raymond, age 18; and 

6. Theodore Castex, age 27; his wife, Lina, nee Deiron, age 20; his 
brother-in-law, Ernest Del-ron, age 26; and 

7. Jacques Nassau, age 31; his wife, Mathilde, nee Pellen, age 26; his two 
sisters-in-law, Madeleine Pelle, age 26; and Clara Pelle, age 17; and 

8. Ludovic Rastegue, age 34; his wife, Palmyre, nee Vautrin, age 24; (the 
latter being the sister of Leonie, Lucie and Charles Vautrin); his brother, 
Dr. Prosper Rastegue, age 30; his sister, Marie Rastegue, age 19; and 

9. Desire Beausire, age 29; his wife, Adrienne, nee Rastegue, age 23; (the 
latter being the sis ter of Ludovic Rastegue, etc.) his brother, Armand 
Beausire, age 20; his sister, Elmire Beausire, age 18; and 

10. Lionel Sifferland, age 24; his wife, There-sita, nee Caprina, age 19; 
his sister-in-law, Georgette Caprina, age 16. 

 The abovementioned have reached the agreement to form this Collective 
according to the following MOTIVES and STATUTES: 

MOTIVES 

1. Whereas human nature can attain to the utmost happiness only in a state 
of complete liberty concerning love, associations with all kinds of people 
of various temperaments, characters and inclinations; 

2. whereas the strict limitations of married life prevent the normal and 
undisturbed growth of the individual toward the fullest expression of his 
capacity for love and happiness and equally stunts the development of an 
enjoyable social life, free from envy, jealousy and hatred; 

3. whereas private property, as shown throughout history, has induced 
families and whole communities to indulge in bitter quarrels and enmities, 
and has encouraged selfishness, greed and avarice to the extent of lowering 
the human race to subhuman levels; 

4. whereas man and woman were created for the sake of uniting in physical 
and emotional love, for the sake of discovering each other's beauty in the 
act of love, and thus reaching complete understanding which is the basis of 
all cultural life; 

5. whereas said harmony and understanding can exist only within a collective 
group sharing everything in love, physical and otherwise; 

6. whereas these ideals can be realized only in collective groups as 
described by F.M. Charles Fourier, groups which he called phalansteries, and 
which may be founded among members of one or several families; the 
above-named persons have agreed on a social contract according to which the 
male and female members of the group may enjoy the act of love among one 
another in complete freedom from all restrictions. For that reason, the 
following statutes have been agreed upon: 

STATUTES 

1. Each household continues to exist as it existed before as far as the law 
of the country is concerned. 

2. Each married woman obligates herself to stay at home twice a week in 
order to receive any of the male contract members who wishes to unite with 
her in the love act. 

3. One male member of each family will be chosen to accompany that married 
woman on every evening whenever she wishes to visit with somebody. 

4. The above function will be exercised by the man in question only twice a 
week. 

5. These "accompanying males" will be elected on the afternoon of special 
weekly meetings. Those who attend the meetings will be given preference over 
those who happen to be absent. 

6. The weekly service of the wives will be executed by the following: Bertha 
Gerando; Caroline Assenac; Julie Breton; Leonie Duport; Juliette Sizac; Lina 
Castex; Nathalie Nassau; Palmyre Rastegue; Adrienne Beausire; Theresita 
Sifferland. 

7. Each of the married women will take turns every week to make acquisitions 
among persons that are outside the collective group. She may promenade on 
the fashionable Boulevards and permit well-dressed strangers of good manners 
to address her and make her acquaintance. The strangers may be of either 
sex. The price agreed upon must be quite high in contrast to common 
prostitution. The male, or female, stranger will be invited to specially 
rented apartments where our group member will be able to initiate her guest 
into all pleasures of love, while other members of the group will watch over 
her safety, though hidden from the visitor. If the latter should be a person 
of great wealth and cultural achievements, it must be attempted to keep his 
interest in further meetings. 

8. The following ladies will take turns in this service of acquisition: 

Juliette Sizac; Lina Castex; Nathalie Nassau; Palmyre Rastegue; Adrienne 
Beausire; Theresita Sifferland; Bertha Gerando; Caroline Assenac; Julie 
Breton; Leonie Duport. 

9. Every Sunday all members of the Collective will assemble in a country 
house near Paris where they will spend the weekend. 

10. All group members must attend these weekend meetings at least once a 
month. 

11. In order to habituate the members to the promiscuous pleasures of love, 
a special program will be worked out for every meeting. 

12. A "queen" will be elected by casting lots in order to preside over those 
Sunday meetings. 

13. The "queen" must be obeyed in everything concerning the love activities. 
She will be assisted by an "honorary knight" (who must not be her husband), 
and by an "honorary lady-in-waiting." 

14. Every group member will pay the amount of ten thousand francs as 
enrollment fee. 

15. The monthly contribution of every group member will be one hundred 
francs. 

16. Every participant of the Sunday meetings will contribute 25 francs, each 
time. 

17. All married women among the members who take over the weekly "at home" 
service, or the acquisition service, and also those who have just finished 
it, are obligated to attend the Sunday meetings. 

18. After finishing her weekly acquisition service, every woman will pay one 
hundred francs to the treasurer. 

19. The gentleman who accompanies a woman on her weekly outings will pay 
twenty francs to the treasurer. 

20. Mr. Louis Assenac will function as the treasurer, while Mr. Breton will 
be the General Manager whose duty will also be to purchase a suitable 
country villa for the Sunday meetings and to furnish it completely. 

21. Any children resulting from the love unions of the members shall be 
provided with an insurance of 50,000 francs, payable at their coming of age. 

22. Each newly acquired group member will have to pay 10,000 francs 
enrollment fee. 

23. Should a member wish to leave the Collective he will have to pay a 
severance fee of 10,000 francs. 

24. Every married woman on her weekly "at home" service may sell a voucher 
to any male who wishes to enjoy other female members of the group, who, in 
her turn, has to honor the voucher. 

The foregoing statutes have been accepted and signed in duplicate by all 
members of the Collective who will, at all times, consider themselves as 
parts of our phalansterian family. 

Out first Sunday meeting will take place on Sunday, May 23, and will have to 
be attended by ALL group members. Pierre Breton will send out the 
invitations. 

The ladies, Bertha Gerando and Juliette Sizac, will start their afternoon 
"at home" service on Monday, May 16. Until such time as the purchase of a 
house of our own can be made, Juliette will receive any male, or female, 
lovers in a specially rented apartment at 227 Rue des Grandes-Ecluses. 


THE END
