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  "I'll give you the rest of this story. Piochée did indeed have a daughter who, today, is quite as lovely as her grandmother. She serves my old friend's pleasures. No longer able to encunt, he has the girl caress him while Piochée, her mother, sucks his prick. 'Tis while in the throes of this drawn-out and difficult pleasure, caused by the sensations quickened in his paralyzed prick by Piochée's talented palate, that he say to Piochée the Adonis, little Piochée's father and uncle whom the girl once loved incestuously: "Get stiff, bugger, but don't discharge! You'll depucelate your little slut of a daughter as soon as your grandfather pulls his prick out of your ass." The girl was cunt-sucked by the old scoundrel and then pommaded by her mother. Her father, his asshole unencumbered, approached her and darted his prick into her cuntlet whose lips her mother held drawn apart. But the fucker made no headway at all. Wounded, the little one raised a squall. Touched by the scene, the old satyr's prick stirred pathetically, and he cried: "But, what the devil are you about? Push, why don't you, push, damn your eyes! Push, you bugger, in with you, get out of sight, split the girl's cunt wide open if need be. Blow it to bits, what do I care? In with you and may she conceive a little wench whom we'll deflower in her turn some fine day." And the skinny old ape, thanks to some strange phenomenon, emitted a few drops of fuck which fell into Piochée's mouth at the same moment Adonis, forcing the fast barricades, heedless of his daughter's outcries, discharged well within the battered fort. The old bounder was so delighted by this performance he straightway wrote out annuities of a thousand crowns for both Piochette and Piochée – this above and beyond what he had already conferred upon them. His great joy, while using the mother's mouth as an envelope for his defunct ancient prick, which has long since ceased to discharge, is to witness Piochette being probed in either cunt or asshole, and also at the same time to have the father embuggered while fucking the daughter of the grandfather, who, in his turn, embuggers a lackey upon whose ass sits Piochée being fucked by yet another lackey. In a word, he enjoys seeing everyone simultaneously in action. It is, believe me, a veritable three-ring circus. He sees to it that the old Piochard is kept in the best possible health: he is fed an invigorating diet so as to preserve that frightful monster's capacity to encunt his daughter and embugger his son. During this tumultuous scene, the ribald old impotent fondles the bubs or cunt of the dainty lass. Sometimes he snaps his tongue into her cunt and licks. And sometimes his weary old head fairly reels when he has the mother encunted and Adonis embuggered by a dozen or score of his friends. All these penetrations occur, be it understood, at a single sitting. The girl, at such times, is always nude and placed within plain sight of the embuggerers and encunters 'Tis old Piochard's chore to insert the pricks in the appropriate cunts or assholes.

  "The foregoing account ought to give you some approximate idea of the excellent use we can make of your wife once you have depucelated her: you'll not be deprived of anything, never fear. You will yourself fit the pricks into Madame's asshole and cunt. You'll be her pimp and when both her holes are adequately enlarged, you'll perhaps, my dear fellow, be allowed to fuck her in each of them.

  "My fraternal salutations and heartiest best wishes."

  "Such, dear Madame," I said to Conquette, "would certainly have been your fate had you not had the good fortune to die and cease to be Vitnègre's wife." My remark astonished everyone including my daughter and the Brideconins.

  This letter, read to the company after we had put away a quantity of champagne, elevated the spirits of the younger members of our group. While the Brideconins tidied up after the meal, the rest of us repaired to the storeroom. There, half-tipsy, Trait-d'Amour took me aside and, pointing to his comrades, said, "How the devil can these buggers have an inkling of our happiness and of what your mistress's cunt is like if they don't handle it for themselves? I'm not suggesting that they ought to discharge into it, surely not, but simply that they take a quick experimental dip to sample its smoothness. As soon as they've all had a plunge and are out again, you or I – depending upon which of us two is in the better state to do the job – will finish off the work and make Madame discharge."

  "Agreed," I answered. Cordaboyau, stiff as a mule, presented himself first. We had Conquette repose upon the fucking-couch, adjusted her clothing, and declared we'd stand by to pluck him from the breech as soon as he'd obtained a notion of the narrow cunt's incredible geography and velvet-like texture and when the fluttering of his eyelids indicated an imminent eruption of fuck.

  "Well, in that case," said the bugger, "have one of our sluts lie down near at hand. Tell her to grease her cunt. I'll sound it when I feel my prick convulsing for a discharge." Rose-Mauve was pommaded and stationed within convenient reach of Cordaboyau. He slowly encunted Conquette, the remarkable qualities of whose cunt elicited exclamations from him, but he sank down to the bottom. We watched him carefully. He winked.

  Brisemotte and Trait-d'Amour instantly picked him up. "That blasted scoundrel," they cried, "he's about to come!" And they deposited him upon Rose-Mauve, whose legs were well spread and waiting. Connette guided his prick to the mark. Rose-Mauve, most passionate of the ladies at our disposal – with, of course, the notable exception of that incredible Madame Vitnègre – swallowed the prick with three speedy jerks of her ass. Cordaboyau accompanied his discharge with howls and shouts of lust. Rose-Mauve's legs wrapped around his waist with perfectly delicious fury.

  What I was watching brought my prick aloft and I plunged into my daughter's wet cunt. Sufficiently exercised, she discharged twice by the time I'd moistened her with my paternal seed. She giggled, sighed, twitched, rolled, and kicked.

  "Ah! ha!" said Trait-d'Amour, "You are her cunt's very soul, my dear master! It melts into love-juice when you perforate it. Fuck him, divine creature, and discharge!" Next came Brisemotte's turn. Lubricated, Conquette was stretched out upon the couch. He plugged her gap. The bulkiness of the prick and its rigidity fetched muffled groans from her breasts. She labored with all the best in her, but the formidable engine lay three inches from home. All of a sudden we perceived that the treacherous Brisemotte was about to drench in a torrent of sperm the cuntlet he was martyrizing and we were unable to pry him loose. His prick was lodged tight, inextricably wedged, like a great mastiff's would be in the vulva of a bitch of that same breed. In this moment of peril, Trait-d'Amour and I addressed ourselves imploringly to Conquette's sense of propriety. Faithful to our pricks, that adorable fuckeress lunged her ass powerfully backwards and dislodged Brisemotte's member. Without a moment's hesitation, Trait-d'Amour, all asweat, drove his hanger into the gaping cunt. Enraged, Brisemotte hurled himself upon Rose-Mauve, who was expecting nothing of the sort. He fucked her from the rear and with such brutality he made her cry out as much from pain as from pleasure.

  Seeing Connette getting to her feet, he roared, "Stay where you are, slut! I'm in such a rage over that velvet-lined cunt Trait-d'Amour's fucking that I'd encunt the Place de la Concord." Once through with Rose-Mauve, he did indeed fuck Connette. He brought shrieks from her, then, without pausing, had wildly at Minonne, and resumed: "Rose-Mauve, why have I not got that infernal landlady under my belly? The old girl limps gracefully about, she's got fair dugs, call her hither!" We prepared Rose-Mauve for him and he embuggered her.

  Meanwhile, Trait-d'Amour was fighting it out with Madame Vitnègre, who complained tenderly of his roughness and discharged uninterruptedly, for her encunter did not once decunt. "Let any buggress who's got nothing else to do," said he, "come here and tickle the teats of my goddess; that will make her give me a jolt or two."

  "Very well," I joined in, "Minonne, go tickle her clitoris. Connette employ your soft hands to dangle your cruel cunt-splitter's balls, and I'll tickle my beloved's delicate feet."

  All this was done. Violent leaps and starts, cries, exclamations of lewd delight: "Divine fuck! Divine cunt!" "Divine prick!" By these tokens our two co-workers gave evidence of their frenzy.

  However, Cordaboyau's nose caught the sc
ent of Conquette's sweet little shoe, and he went like a shot to put his prick into it. "Don't bother over that thing," said Rose-Mauve, solidly embuggered as at the moment she happened to be, "that's silly. My cunt is idle, why don't you give it a fucking?" She thrust her belly into the air and, while Brisemotte continued to tunnel into her ass, Cordaboyau took possession of her cunt.

  I had such a blinding erection, thanks to what I saw and heard going on, that I was ready to encunt Minonne or Connette. My daughter, then busily discharging, spoke softly to me: "Can it then be ... that you are tempted by some cunt other than mine?"

  This example of filial devotion touched my heart. "Off with you." I said to Trait-d'Amour. "You must have discharged by now." He decunted and I, stirred by an unlimited fatherly affection, encunted my daughter without even washing her flooded cunt. "We'll mix our three fucks." I said as I burrowed in. "May your daughterly cunt engulf the paternal prick and delight therein! Move your ass to and fro, my adorable child, give me back all the fuck I spat into your mother's womb so as to beget you." Ah! How the wench writhed, shook her ass and vibrated her cunt the day I stuffed her with you! She was wearing her shoes and her clothes were somewhat askew. She was so furiously hot she got astride me and encunted her own self in order to excite me the more. While she was posting up and down, she said: "Push it in, my chick. Bury it completely. My cunt's oiled and ready for anything. I've just been fucked by that handsome law-office clerk you're so jealous of." And she squirmed and twisted. As for myself, I fucked her then with the same religious zeal wherewith I am fucking you now. 'Twas I who engendered you in her slithery cunt. Although you bear a likeness to Louis XV who, so they say, used to fuck your mother."

  "Oh, dear Father! Heaven-sent, thrice-blessed prick!" was Ingénue's reply; "Overwhelmed by fuck and tenderness, I feel by my insatiable cunt that I am truly your daughter. I sense it when I am gripped by the pleasure that is mine when the celestial thought enters my mind that I am being fucked by my father! Let us discharge in unison, dearest Papa. I have more fuck when fucking you than anyone else. Ah! ah! burrow, dig in, dig in, father-prick. My fuck's long in arriving for I've done a lot of fucking, you know, but while waiting I have all the more pleasure. Ah, fuck! oh joy! ... Vitnégre, monster who would tear me to bits without even trying to tupper me, why are you not on my belly now? Why is your black prick not gouging my cunt? And Fout-à-Mort, rend me in twain! Dear Papa," the delirious girl continued, "divine fucker, I'm coming. I'm c-c-com-ing for Fout-à-Mort's sake!" And she gave vent to a tide of fuck. Her eyes rolled, she babbled, she foamed at the mouth. She had locked her legs around my waist and with her cunt and thighs she beat out a fine paradiddle upon my belly. Someone had put her shoes on her feet and with each jolt of her ass she clicked her high heels together, as her mother used to so as to remind me, while we fucked, of the beauty of her feet. This spectacle looked so delicious to my three droll companions-at-arms that, carried away altogether, they fell to encunting: Trait-d'Amour stuffed Rose-Mauve, Cordaboyau Connette, and Brisemotte Minonne; those lads made the girls screech like so many virgins.

  When at last I had ejaculated, I told my one-time secretary to decunt, lift me, and put me down in an armchair; he did so. My daughter was palpitating; she was tickling her cunt with three fingers. Trait-d'Amour stiffened afresh, and with lunatic celerity he leapt upon her. "Embugger me, if you would be so kind, sir," she murmured. "I believe that would better serve to make me discharge."

  "Ah, yes!" cried the bugger, "your cunt's too weary," and he pierced her asshole dry.

  "I'm going to discharge again," she announced, continuing to frig herself.

  "Wait, wait an instant," her young perforator said, "I'll frig you while embuggering." Embuggered and frigged, Conquette's teeth chattered with pleasure. At this point, Brisemotte, finished with Minonne, sprang upon Rose-Mauve whom Trait-d'Amour had abandoned for my daughter. Rose-Mauve got herself embuggered and frigged to boot. Cordaboyau turned Connette over and dealt likewise with her. Free, Minonne tongued Conquette's cunt while her brother was sodomized Conquette; and I frigged Minonne. The three buggresses declared that friggery joined to embuggery was divine.

  As for myself, I sat slumped down in my armchair, a listless finger in Minonne's cunt, for I had scarcely the strength to frig her. I was toppling over with drowsiness and yet stiff as the devil and lusting for all four of them. It made no difference to me whom I encunted, I must confess. Brisemotte steered Rose-Mauve towards me, his prick lodged in her asshole. I encunted her. The lively Minonne turned her alabaster buttocks around and presented me with her cunt, and I was about to sound it, when I heard Conquette exclaim: "I see what you're doing!" She snapped Trait-d'Amour's prick from her ass and rushed my way. "If Cupidonnet's going to die from over-taxing his prick, 'twill be in my cunt he expires." She caught me in her arms and engulfed my weary weapon. We ended up in a heap and each quietly squeezed out his last drops of sperm.

  Thus concluded that memorable soirée. The following Sunday was fixed as the date for the next party. After having given herself a scrupulous washing, Conquette went modestly, indeed, shyly to bed. I was unable to walk. My three gay colleagues remunerated their little partners and then picked me up bodily and carried me home, where they tucked me into bed.

  Chapter Eleven

  The following day, after I had completed my work, I went to visit my daughter. She was in the storeroom and embraced me directly I arrived. "In heaven's name, dear Papa, look out for your health. My need for your paternal kindness is greater than ever. What would become of me were I to lose you? You are the best of fathers, you give me all my necessities and much pleasure besides. I have an insatiable gem, but your Trait-d'Amour appeases it and satisfies me wonderfully well. I am well aware of the gift you have given me, and am grateful for it. My gratitude and tenderness belong entirely to you, I give no one else anything but fuck."

  "My adorable daughter, you are always so faultlessly modest."

  "I am also obliged to Trait-d'Amour for having brought along his little sister and his pretty mistress, especially for having turned them over to his two comrades so that he was able to devote all his attentions to me and relieve you in the hour of need, for I was very hot indeed. The girls are dear little creatures and are at least as accomplished as Rose-Mauve, who, I must say, is not without her merits. But you must be careful not to overdo it, Papa. Stay close to me, I'll keep you busy enough. And no more than one party a week – I'm thinking of your capacities now, not of mine. Trait-d'Amour will give me most of what I need between parties. By only making love on Sundays, the boys and girls will find their appetite increased and their pleasure greater. We'll devote half the day to the games and it will be delightful. But I'm jealous of you and Trait-d'Amour. Don't put it in anyone but me, tell them all you don't want any cunt but mine. I am jealous by nature, and, then again, where will you find a wife or a girl better than the one you have? I'm always clean and neat, whenever I do pee-pee I wash, as much for the fun of it as for the sake of fastidiousness, since this part of me, which you find charming, is always so hot that I never bring water into its neighborhood without feeling voluptuous sensations approaching those of lovemaking. And so don't put it in me during the week, wait until Sunday, your pleasure will be greater and you'll avoid killing yourself. Touch neither my fur nor my bubbies."

  "You're quite right," I admitted, "During the week I'll kiss nothing other than your pretty feet, and I want constantly to have one of your slippers on my mantelpiece at home."

  "By all means. There's nothing more flattering than thus to be worshipped even down to one's last articles of apparel. Because you adore them, I take the very best care of my feet. I wash them in rose water twice each day, morning and evening and whenever I come back from a walk."

  "Ah, celestial fuckeress, let me kiss them! Let me kiss them!"

  "None of that during the week; it arouses you. Kiss your idol. My face is as sensitive as most other parts of me. But go no further. Apart from that, I'm
yours, do with me what you like, sell me, surrender me whenever you wish. I'll give myself with pleasure, knowing it is for you."

  Despite my inclinations, I fasted dutifully; I kept control over myself because it was necessary to do so. But there on my mantel lay her slipper, pink with green heels. I rendered it a daily homage in honor of my daughter, the most pious and most devoted child any man ever had. On Saturday I told Conquette of this ritual; she was transported with joy. She darted her tongue into my mouth, gave me her nipples to suck, her silken cunt hair to fondle, and said lovingly: "I thank heaven for having given me such a good father. He took the best care of me during my childhood and I am happy now to be able to make some return for his kindness by giving him a little pleasure. I am the charm and delight of his life, he is the charm and delight of mine. In love, and this I know by experience, nothing equals the voluptuousness of incest."

  A few minutes later, at eight o'clock, the whole of our little society, Trait-d'Amour, his sister Minonne, his mistress Connette, Rose-Mauve, Cordaboyau, Brisemotte, came to talk over the next day's get-together. I gave them the password and asked them to stay for supper. We had a fine eight-pound roast leg of lamb and quantities of Burgundy with hot pâté. After the meal, eager to inject a little fire into them and into myself too, I related in the Brideconins's presence, the following story.

  "You enjoy stories," I said, pushing aside the plate containing my pâté, which I did not wish to eat. "We'll have very different business on our hands tomorrow. While you are finishing your supper I propose to entertain you with a tale." My friends laughed merrily and then fell silent and listened.