From Emmanuelle (for Fernandelv2)

She was aware that the men's eyes had begun to glow.
Their faces were rather tense. Mario made a movement. AImost immediately she saw his erect penis, larger and redder than the wooden phallus.

'It's now time for illusion to yield to reality,' he said.

'Let your hands be as tender to flesh as they were to in-
animate matter.'

She put the article of worship in the hollow of a branch
- she did not dare drop it on the ground - and obediently
took hold of his member. He turned to face the squatting men so that they could see better.

Time stopped. No one made a sound. She remembered
the 'humanism' Mario had preached to her in his house on the khlong, and she concentrated to the point of dizziness.

She no longer knew if the pulsations in her hand were his or those of her own heart. She also recalled his precept - endlessly! And she made miraculously artful efforts to make it last.

Finally he murmured, 'Go!' At the same time, he turned
toward the tree from which the priapic fruit was hanging. A spurt of uncommon length and density traversed the night and sprayed some of the wooden phalluses, making them swing and turn at the ends of their vines.

'Now you must do something for our spectators,' he said immediately, 'Which of them appeals to you most?'