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  "Forgive me, divine god, the sufferings of the others tempted me. Run your blade deep and rid me of the desire, for I count now upon you only. There's Monsieur Linguet yielding up his precious f-f-fuck – oh, I'm redis – discharging ... ah! ... ah! That blessed fuck-swallowing Tenderlys! Ah, queen of whores, you're jealous. Come, come, there're some prick-thrusts in your heavenly cunt ... ah, I'm discharging all over again ... again," she murmured.

  And in the meantime, what was Vitnègre up to? He was resting himself and imbibing some potent liqueurs while he rubbed his prick against the bubs of his three victims, who were frigging him by way of amusement.

  Mademoiselle Linguet suddenly observed to her fucker: "But that bugger, you know, is another Guac. I'm going to get him to give me some refreshment. Wash his prick in rose water. I'd like to suckle it as Madame Guac used to drink the beverage supplied by her husband's ponderous device."

  We had nothing to object to so reasonable a proposition. The monstrous engine was cleaned; two or three girls on either side of Vitnègre supported him and gave him their bubs to dandle. Rose-Mauve tickled his balls and asshole. Trait-d'Amour lay down with his back upon the floor, my daughter knelt over him and packed his prick into her cunt. Mademoiselle Linguet was near enough to Vitnègre to be able to give his huge prick five or six preliminary kisses, all the while replying emphatically to the heaves and thrusts of her fucker, who was on the verge of a discharge. She enmouthed that prodigy before her nose, moving her mouth so that the terrible engine slid to and fro 'twixt her coral lips and then advanced deep into her throat. When the monster belched forth, she bit it. Thus does the voluptuous mate of the giant serpent crush in her maw the head of the too-amorous male. Bitten, Vitnègre screamed in ecstasy. He ejaculated a torrent, although this constituted his tenth emission, and Mademoiselle Linguet was all but drowned with fuck simultaneously pouring into her mouth and cunt. She wished three times to drain the mead from Vitnègre's drinking horn which his female aide tickled and stroked so that, no sooner emptied, it rose up again, full, glistening and purple. While all this was happening, he kept repeating, "My wife lives yet. 'Tis she I'm enmouthing. It must be so, for I feel the velvet softness of her mouth!" This idea made him discharge whole floods. Mademoiselle Linguet was obliged to bring this game to an end before Vitnègre expired as a consequence of it. But she had sucked that double-sized prick with such fury that her mouth ached. Vitnègre was obliged to embugger the three damsels he had encunted, which brought the toll of his discharges, each copious, to sixteen, for the girls in question took turn manipulating his balls with unpitying persistence.

  By now, no one was affrighted by the dolorous exercise involved in embuggerage by so elephantine a member. To the contrary, the patient's torments excited the passions of the onlookers, and they pinched and scratched her to force her to agitate herself and thus to facilitate the huge prick's bumwise intromission. Vitnègre was at the end of his rope: it was precisely that which aroused Mademoiselle Linguet. She insisted we make him discharge a seventeenth time, and unload all he had left in her asshole. Trait-d'Amour saw that he had to consent to this sodomy. Vitnègre was manipulated once again, his balls were squeezed, kneaded, rubbed, and licked. He was advised he was about to embugger Mademoiselle Linguet, his wife. Upon hearing this, his weary prick rose proudly erect. He was given Rose-Mauve's nipples to suck, Connette's also. 'Twas stiff, rigid! The embuggeree was straightway laid on her belly, her rosebud was buttered, then her rectum was tried and loosened with the large nozzle of a syringe. Tendrelys, with her sweet soft hands, fastidiously guided the awful engine towards the expectant anus while Minonne and Connette each parted a buttock. Rose-Mauve, ready to manipulate the balls if need be, with a buttered finger rummaged in the patient's asshole to blaze the trail for the monster oozing already with impatience to plunge into the wilderness. It moves ahead, is stopped, it strains, then bursts through! From Madame Vitnègre's throat emerge guttural noises, her husband thinks he recognizes them, and his suspicions cause him to redouble the vigor of his assaults. Then came the moment when the embuggeree emitted a cry which completed lodging the monster in its lair. Vitnègre, his last doubts practically dispelled, rattled his weapon furiously about. He disembuggered only after he'd discharged. Rose Mauve toiled over his testicle, his anus, and, pressing her cunt to his ass, fucked in harmony with him, pushing each time he pushed. Vitnègre released three deluges of fuck into his wife's intestines, and that brought his total to nineteen for the session; having parted with his last shot, he fell limply backwards.

  He was dragged from Mademoiselle Linguet's vent; she went at once to cool and close it in fresh water, for it was both red hot and considerably agape. Vitnègre was pitched into a trough of well water standing in the courtyard, by this means to bring him back to his senses. The locksmith arrived. Vitnègre was transported into his carriage, and the vehicle rolled away with him inside.

  "Do you know whom I fucked?" he asked the locksmith while they were en route. "It was in that bloody machine of yours and I can tell you the slut's learned a lot since the day she left me. I fucked her sixteen times, I believe, some in the mouth, others in the cunt, the rest in the ass"

  Once he had deposited Vitnègre at his door, the locksmith left him.

  Several months later, Vitnègre ran into the same tradesman. "Would you like to take me back there?" he asked.

  "Impossible," the other rejoined. "They've all vanished."

  "Vanished? Ha, the bitch! Had I only kept my hands on her, I'd be able to spend the rest of my life in her asshole and cunt!"

  And thus that adventure ended.

  Chapter Thirteen

  We were all seven still wonderstruck by Vitnègre's innumerable encunteries, enmoutheries, and embuggeries when Trait-d'Amour, casting an eye upon the amiable hatmaker, naked like all the others, said to her, "Well, you've been depucelated, my pretty one, and 'twas my divine master who plucked your flower. 'Tis a very good thing – both you and I ought to be grateful and happy about it. I behold you now as pious believers gaze upon their Virgin Mary, who, fucked by the Angel Gabriel, then by the Holy Ghost, whose whore she was, came away from these set-tos only the more virginal. You are now dedicated to Lord Linguet's prick. Religiously guard your cuntlet from all stray tupperings, preserve it for him. You may not give yourself save with his permission. And now, my celestial creature, your pretty bush is going to be clipped, soaped, and shaved clean."

  Tendrelys objected, citing her mother's reaction to this haircut. That mother, she averred, inspected her cunt regularly every night to determine whether anyone had impaired her mint condition, for she had already been sold and was soon to be delivered to someone who fancied new goods only.

  "What the devil do I care for your mother, buggress?" Trait-d'Amour demanded seeing me deploying the Fransac and winding its spring. "We'll tell her the whole story." And he thrust her upon the Fronsac, which went instantly to work. He soaped her and prepared his razor.

  At this point arrived Mademoiselle Conquette Ingènue who had just finished rinsing her ass in well water so as to shrink it back to its normal dimensions. "What's this? Mademoiselle's cunt is to be shaven also?" There was a shade of irritation in her tone.

  "Oh, my dear, don't let them do it, for Mamma won't understand what's happened to me," Tendrelys implored, kissing one of Conquette's hands, which she had contrived to grasp.

  "No, Mademoiselle, I'll not oppose their action. Once shaved, your cunt will all the better announce to your mother the fact that you have been deflowered by my unfaithful father. We shall also see, after that charming toupée has been removed, whether your gem is superior to mine, weary and sore as it is at present."

  "Ah, my adorable friend, there's no need for a trial, nothing exists to equal you."

  "Very well, sir, shave away. I believe that, when 'tis done, my fickle lover, who depucelated this attractive gem, will have the kindness to allow you a moment's lodging therein."

  Trait-d'Amour, all the while h
e was shearing off the golden fleece, explained to Conquette that all the pucelages were mine by agreement and that, in conscience, I was under an obligation to take them, for if I did not there was a risk neophytes would be injured by the more sizable tools of my colleagues. Conquette did not know what to answer to that, but she maintained her air of arch disdain. I approached her and, as she was naked, kissed her breasts and deposited my prick in her hands. "You'd prefer to have Tendrelys hold it," she pouted.

  "No," I protested, "I deny that. No one gives me an erection the way you do. But after you comes Tendrelys. Her bush's being clipped. It must be done if we are properly to compare your heavenly cunts – and yours is heavenly despite its severe usage this evening. First, both with be tongued. Then I'll see to which my sultan-prick grants the apple. The better re-empucelated of the two will have it."

  Mademoiselle Conquette smiled the little smile of a pretty woman beside herself with delight because certain to triumph; she said not a word. The cunt-shaving finished, Tendrelys's pretty trick was washed with rose water. Mademoiselle Linguet proposed that they both rinse their assholes again. Then the comparison was made. They were impartially scrutinized and judged the one as splendid as the other, which decision indeed awarded the prize to the lovely Conquette's so frequently fucked cunt. That was the general opinion.

  Rose-Mauve and Minonne stepped forward to be compared, but their cunts were far from possessing that virginal aspect which characterized those of Tendrelys and of my daughter. "Your cunts are eminently agreeable to see," Trait-d'Amour declared to them, "and a hundred times better than the garbage pails of whores, but I feel they do not belong to the same class as these two extraordinary articles we have just examined."

  Conquette preened herself, but she was generous by nature and soon found the tactful thing to say. "Since our cunts are of equal beauty," she observed, kissing Tendrelys's lips and petting her cunt in a friendly manner, "depucelate her and have your lieutenant refuck me, if he has strength enough left." She had not got the last syllable out of her mouth when she was encunted. "Fuck her for me!" she cried to me. "Fuck the wench!" I ran my machine into the little nymph. But, ready for discharge, Conquette Ingénue was plunging into an erotic fury, and after witnessing her I understood how it is that Sade's heroes, when about to ejaculate, become cruel. The encunted girl cried: "All of you, all, do your hear? Fuck that damned Tendrelys, fuck that bloody little whore! Brisemotte, get into her at once, stuff her so that her anus and cunt are but one hole!" She discharged and, somewhat calmed, she asked Tendrelys's forgiveness. "Excuse it, my little sister, fuck rose to my head and made me cruel. No, leave her cunt as it is – trim, tidy, sweet, a maid's. Let my fucking Papa have it thus to himself. 'Tis surely enough that mine be martyrized. Come, come, Trait-d'Amour, push, my boy, fuck me, don't spare me, I beg no quarter," she said to her rider. She began to buck and rear and prance more energetically than ever and this exhibition of enthusiasm and fire persuaded Rose-Mauve and Connette to lend themselves to some cunt-fuckery. Minonne still felt a little lame in her sensitive parts and so that obliging sister of Trait-d'Amour approached me and tickled my balls with such deftness that I ejaculated.

  This business despatched, a period of rest ensued. We had dined lightly and now had a collation: we ate strawberries steeped in Muscatel wine and buns, then we drank the excellent coffee Trait-d'Amour brewed for us, and we sipped Benedictine afterwards. Then we chatted together.

  "You've dipped your tool in these two pretty lasses, Minonne and Connette, and in Rose-Mauve too, and you've just depucelated Tendrelys before our eyes. Tell us the story of your first experience and tell us how you persuaded your first woman."

  "Yes, tell us, tell us!" exclaimed Tendrelys, Rose-Mauve and everyone else.

  "I'll very willingly tell the story, but upon condition someone go and bring Madame Brideconin down here so that she too can hear. We'll begin to initiate her in that way." My three blades, who envisioned her as one further morsel, were delighted with the suggestion. They took her away from her husband (who was at the moment holding her by the dugs) without even deigning to explain themselves and, two of them joining their hands under her naked ass and the third steadying her from behind, they bore her down the stairs, her skirts up around her waist, her bubs spilling gaily from her bodice. She was deposited upon Fransac's wondrous machine and, had I not interfered and curbed their exuberance, they'd have told her a story rather than listened to mine. When peace was finally restored, I began.

  "I entered as a pensionnaire in the home of Trait-d'Amour's stepmother, a laundress in the rue d'Abbon, while my wife ran about the provincial countryside with a gallant fellow, the same who used so passionately to fuck her that he'd strip to his underwear the better to palpate and encunt her. Trait-d'Amour brought me my noonday meal every weekday, but on Sundays and holidays I went to dine at the house of the good Madame Wallon. One day, when we were going there together, Trait-d'Amour asked me if I would not teach his little sister how to write. I agreed at once. The lessons started. While instructing her, my eyes often strayed to her budding white breasts, breasts white as a lily."

  "One moment," Madame Brideconin interrupted. "Get my husband to come down here. I'd like him to hear the story too."

  Trait-d'Amour, receiving a nod from me, set off to fetch him immediately. I signaled to Brisemotte and Cordaboyau: the first laid hands on the landlady's bush, the second on her bubs. She was thus shining happily between those two males when her husband appeared. Brideconin was flabbergasted at first, then, waking from his stupor, he made a bee-line for Rose-Mauve's cunt and Connette's teats. Trait-d'Amour handled his sister's bubs. As for myself, I had Conquette sit on Tendrelys's lap between my legs, from time to time letting my hand fall upon my daughter's chest or her pretty rival's; thus situated, I resumed my narrative.

  "I took Trait-d'Amour aside. 'Look here,' said I, 'I must stop teaching the little one. She gives me a fierce erection and I'll surely stuff her the first chance I get.'

  "'Oh, my good sir, 'twould be very fine indeed for all concerned were you to depucelate her. The poor orphan has little enough pleasure as it is.' (Their mother was dead; their father, remarried to a close friend of his deceased wife, whom he had chosen in deference to his dying wife's urgent request, had himself, as he died, left as stepmother to the two orphans this good friend of their tender and loving mother.) I replied, saying the thing would involve difficulties, for the child would doubtless talk. 'No, I guarantee she won't. Minonne has already conceived desires for you. She's already told me she likes it when you touch the thing under her skirts.' This speech emboldened me. One Sunday, when Minonne and I were alone together having a lesson, I could not resist an impulse to kiss her pretty mouth, then a bub, and from there my hand descended rapidly to her hairless cuntlet. I sustained a terrible erection. My prick was all but bursting from my breeches, so I freed it, allowing it to protrude through my fly, which I unbuttoned: it sprang nobly out.

  "'What have you there?' asked the child.

  "'A prick, my dear.'

  "'What's it for?'

  "'To put in cunts.'

  "'But I have a cunt my brother says, and he says my stepmother has a bucket-cunt. Since he's been grown up and since he's got what he calls fuck, he puts his thing in my stepmother's bucket-cunt, and that makes her shout and wail and laugh and cry. He wanted to put it in me, but my cunt's too little or his thing's too big, he never managed to do it. My stepmother saw him trying to do it and scolded him. "Go fuck yourself," that's what he said to her, and then he changed his mind. "No," he said, "come here, I'll encunt you, you old rascal, for I can't do without it, I'm so hot." And he laid her on the bed and pulled up her skirts and he fucked her, as he calls it. Oh, how she giggled, how she swore! And how pleased she was with what he did to her! And he said to me, "You see how much fun it is, Minonne, you see how crazy the old bitch is to suck the sugar-cane! Come on, show me your little cuntlet, so I can discharge for you.'

  "Minonne's lit
tle speech put the finishing touches to my erection, which had reached outlandish proportions. I asked the child whether there were any butter available in the house. She fetched me some. I was on the point of greasing her when her stepmother, as good a woman as you could possible find, returned, having gone out forgetting her fan. She spied my embarrassment, the tumult I was in, and saw the child's flushed cheeks. 'I wager you were about to torment her,' she said. 'You ought not: she's not yet ripe for that. Come along with me.' The old girl dragged me off by the wrist. We got to her bed, up went her skirts and petticoats in a flash. She pulled me down upon her and engulfed me despite my resistance. To save her stepchild's maidenhead, she kept me busy for a solid hour. During it, however, I discharged only once to the old biddy's ten – I noticed she found me to her taste. When this battle was over, she left the house without bothering to wash. 'I walk better with a little oil on the hinges.'

  "As soon as she had gone, I went straight to Minonne, who'd witnessed everything through the partly opened door. I cleared her skirts away, buttered her cuntlet, and my prick shot rigidly up immediately. As we started off, I told the little one to arch her back so that her little hole would be within fair and easy reach of the prick that would soon pierce it. She took infinite pains to do her best, which was not at all bad, thanks to the way she wiggled her pretty ass and I, on my part, managed well, too, because of the disgust I had experienced in futtering the old woman's gray-haired tunnel. I took Minonne from behind and worked my way to the bottom of her, for I felt her dear little matrix nipping and squeezing my inflamed gland. Following my orders, the child agitated her body, but did not discharge. Her brother's intrusion occurred just as I thought I was going to erupt. Trait-d'Amour surveyed us, transported with joy.