Pleasures and follies

Chapter Twelve

As we rose from table, Trait- d' Amour said to us: " All week long I' ve had the idea in my head to render the cunt of Madame Conquette Ingenue Poilsoyeux what it ought to be, that is to say, loose, for I' m dead certain that after seven days of idleness it' s as tight as a drum." Brisemotte, Coraboyau, good fellows and mightily pricked, raised Minonne' s skirts and Connette' s too, for it would not be meet for them to bare their own bellies. They were uncovered to above the navel; upon their cunts not a blade of hair! " I shaved them this morning," explained Trait- d' Amour, " to see the effect before proposing the same thing be done to my goddess. See how tidy they are, my friends: every bit of hair removed from every part of the body. They have bathed every day since learning that the beautiful fuckeress daily dips her cunt in the limpid wave and then plunges thereinto the rest of her incomparable body. They tell me that, when the fever is in them, the cool water in which they soak their burning cunts gives them a nearly fuckative pleasure. But behold those cunts: wouldn' t you swear they belonged to little girls of twelve or thirteen?" We all agreed with Trait- d' Amour.

And so I asked my daughter to consent to have her cunt tonsured. She hid her face upon my chest. Trait- d' Amour immediately laid her on the bed, her cunt sparkling in full and glorious view. " A pity though," he admitted, caressing, fingering, fondling, petting it, " the goatee is superb! I' ll use scissors to start with. We' ll mount this silken hair under glass and frame it in gold – it will make a precious relic." He snipped away and then from a rosewood box drew a perfumed shaving stick and for a long time soaped her cunt. As this operation excited Conquette, she besought me to lay my lips upon her mouth, and she darted her tongue into mine all the while her cunt was being razed, and when it was cleanshaven it was washed with rose water, her thighs were dried with soft towels, and Tendrelys placed in a frame the wondrous hair that had been shorn away; after that, the beardless cunt was exposed to the company' s admiring gaze. Everyone, especially the girls, and even the reticent Tendrelys, who, they said, had only come to see and blush at everything, everyone concurred in judging it superb, and found it so appetizing that it was subjected to a general kissing. The pretty hatmaker glued her lips to my daughter' s pink cunt and her tongue roving in the crack succeeded in arousing her lust. Rose- Mauve, who could not stay away, leapt upon her like a tigress, plucked the hatmaker from the sacred object, and cunt- sucked Conquette with such zeal and energy that they both began to pant. The men had their turn: they sucked the discharging gem and made it discharge some more. As for myself, while staring at these stimulating goings- on, I rubbed and fondled Tendrelys' s bubs, which she had in charming size and shape and dared not defend.

" Ah, what a party!" she said.

" You' ve seen nothing yet," Minonne replied to her. Indeed, Trait- d' Amour, having liberated Conquette Ingenue' s cunt of those ravening tongues which had been increasingly active, spoke to his comrades: " Imitate me, dear friends!" Wherewith every prick, risen mast- high, was trundled from its hiding place. " To cunts! To cunts!" was the next command shouted. Tendrelys lowered her lovely eyes; but Conquette, stretched out on the bed, her clitoris undergoing a gentle tickling at the hands of Rose- Mauve, raised her head to see the couched lances.

" Which one are you going to encunt?" my lusty former secretary asked me. " The voluptuous Conquette or Maid Tendrelys?"

I hesitated before replying – that moment' s pause was enough to bring a feeble cry from my daughter: " A prick, a prick."

Trait- d' Amour dashed to her side, took her in his arms and presented her palpitating trick. " Encunt her," he bade me, " the fuckeress' s cunt' s smiling at you."

I plunged in. I was as stiff as a quarterstaff and, as I penetrated her, my precipitation fetched a sigh from her lips. But a moment later she was fucking industriously back. " Ah, that' s good," she exclaimed, raising her ass to meet my attacks, " very good indeed. My, but you' re stiff today! Fuck, Papa, fuck… bury it, hammer it home, oh, dear Papa, I' m going to discharge!" Trait- d' Amour' s finger playing about her clitoris was an additional inspiration. I discharged also, her delicious cuntlet gripping me like a pipe in a plumber' s vice. That goddess made me positively drunk, Trait- d' Amour' s ministrations made her fairly vibrate, as Petronius' s Corax caused her master Eumolpe to tremble. Meanwhile, Brisemotte had flipped Rose- Mauve onto her back.

Those two little witches, Minonne and Connette, as naked as your hand, had just peeled every stitch of clothing off the still- hesitant Tendrelys, and held her between them, frictionalizing and heating their cunts against her alabaster thighs, one tickling her clitoris, the other digitally investigating her asshole. They all three discharged at the precise instant the two encunted women erupted. " My stars!" cried the pretty hatmaker. " What a wonderful way to spend one' s spare time!"

At this crucial juncture there came three swift knocks at the door. A signal I had given to the locksmith. I decunted and went to open it. It was the good artisan indeed. He did not come in, but thrust at me a man wearing a blindfold, his hands tied behind his back. He was covered by a great white woolen overcoat beneath which he was nude. I took him by the arm and pushed him towards the Fronsac mechanical chair, upon which Trait- d' Amour seated his sister and set the thing in operation. Directly the child had been seized by the apparatus, the individual who' d just entered was launched into the fray after his coat had been snatched off him. Now that he was naked, his massive prick provoked a general fright. Remarks such as " Great God!" and " He' s lugging a mainmast!" were heard all around. Conquette recognized who it was: she blenched. (The reader is to note that whereas everyone else could speak, Conquette and I had to keep silent.) Minonne, caught fast in the chair, was the only one this prick, which yielded to Fout- a- Mort' s in no particular, failed to alarm. She grasped it courageously and popped its head between her cunt lips, advising its owner to push with might and main. The bugger reared back, then lunged ahead, wielding that device like a batteringram upon a besieged castle' s gate; but it did not penetrate. " Raise your ass," the would- be fucker ordered in a brutal tone, " I' m too tall." Minonne adjusted herself, the prick found the gap, and although it required a passage at least twice as broad, it forced its way in. Minonne underwent the ordeal like a true Christian martyr. Sweat and tears rolled down her cheeks. At last, that vast instrument touched bottom and spewed forth its life- giving ichor, and by lubricating the damaged corridor lessened the pain the girl was suffering.

Minonne' s cries of distress were succeeded by others of bliss. " Ah!… Ah!… He' s inundating me… I' m fucked, I' m discharging, oh, I' m going out of my mind!" And the poor impaled little creature thrashed about like a whore being fucked by a monk in a brothel.

We were all at first dumbfounded with admiration. Then, to a man, our pricks soared rigidly aloft like a quartet of demons. Brisemotte jammed Rose- Mauve from behind, Cordaboyau stuffed Connette from in front; Trait- d' Amour consulted my eyes, pointing first to Conquette, then to Tendrelys. I nodded to him to take the former, whispering to my lieutenant, " He' s fucking your sister, do you fuck his wife – it' s Vitnegre." Trait- d' Amour leapt with the utmost avidity upon the scoundrel' s lady, whom he encunted with such male forthrightness that she uttered a few expostulations, but discharged soon afterwards, her trouble metamorphosing into happiness.

" Whatever wife discharges like that," her fucker stammered, " is a good one. Only those who don' t discharge behave badly."

While this was going on, Vitnegre was refucking Minonne and Minonne was redischarging. Rose- Mauve, thrilled with pleasure under Brisemotte, Connette beneath Cordaboyau. Tendrelys, moved by these proceedings, leaned languidly upon my shoulders and gave me her pretty mouth to kiss. Conquette, being reamed by Trait- d' Amour, was weeping, bucking her ass, ejaculating, uttering little cries of joy and envying Minonne her luxurious agonies. " Hey, by God!" her fucker cried to me. " Are you standing by doing nothing? Grease this little slut Tendrelys and depucelate her if you wish to do some honest work." That dear child cast a lingering glance in my direction, and put her hand before her cunt as if to protect it. We had a supply of butter in readiness; I anointed her cunt therewith, lay the virgin upon an unoccupied couch and despite her earnest and touching prayers, my prick entered her.

" At least," said she, feeling herself pierced, " you won' t give me to that dreadful man who' s doing it to Minonne or to the others – you won' t, will you?"

" Wiggle your ass, my sweet!" the stern Trait- d' Amour shouted from where he lay embattled. " Is that the way one fucks? Look alive, d' ya hear! Have a look at my beloved and at the other sluts in the room… look, whore, look… we' re discharging!" Hearing this energetic exhortation, the poor little one struggled beneath me as bravely as she could. I penetrated slowly, cautiously, all the while caressing her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, quenching her thirst for tenderness.

" Oh, I say!" protested Trait- d' Amour. " You needn' t wear kid gloves with her. Go heartily to it, like me and like that blackpricked rascal who' s stuffing his victim in the chair. Notice how he bites her nipples when he hasn' t a spare hand to fondle them with. Eh, bugger! Don' t hurt her, or not too much. She' s my sister and I' ll cut your throat if we have any nonsense from you… oh… Oh, I' m discharging a- again!" Vitnegre pronounced an identical statement. " Ah, let him devour me," Minonne exclaimed, " so long as he fucks me!"

Ecstatic cries came from Conquette. As for Tendrelys, I was nearing the bottom of her cuntlet. " Oh, I' m a maid no longer… I' m discharging… what ever shall Mamma say?"

" She' ll never know, my pretty fuckeress, my former master' s prick does no harm to maidenheads," Trait- d' Amour reassured her. At this point, Vitnegre backed out of Minonne, thoroughly done in. RoseMauve (whence Brisemotte had decunted) was lubricated for him: the steadfast Minonne' s torments had appalled all the other girls. That mule' s prick encunted Rose- Mauve with great speed owing to the pommade in her cunt, but she suffered nonetheless: she wept, bled, and finally discharged. She was thrice sprayed, her fucker pausing not once to draw a breath. He' d let fly four times into Minonne' s cunt. Connette' s turn came. She was more scrupulously pommaded than RoseMauve had been, but uttered loud cries all the same. Had she not been in the Fronsac machine, she' d have expelled her torturer. She finally discharged, and waves of pleasure replaced those of pain. But no one expected the effect these butcheries produced; of a sudden, Madame Poilsoyeux announced a desire to be stuffed by her husband' s gigantic prick. She made her request in a low voice and asked to be placed on the mechanical chair. Immediately Vitnegre decunted from Connette, whose trick was presently spattered with equal amounts of blood and fuck. But Trait- d' Amour, then prowling on the loose, sprang upon and encunted her, saying in a whisper, " Wench, I am jealous of you, for the good Linguet as well as for myself, I' d rather strangle you than let you be fucked in my presence by that cuckold of a husband of yours."

" 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 fuckswallowing 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 Vitnegre 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 Vitnegre 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 Vitnegre 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, Vitnegre 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 Vitnegre' 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 Vitnegre expired as a consequence of it. But she had sucked that double- sized prick with such fury that her mouth ached. Vitnegre 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. Vitnegre 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. Vitnegre 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. RoseMauve, 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 Vitnegre' 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. Vitnegre, 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. Vitnegre 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. Vitnegre 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. Vitnegre 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 Vitnegre at his door, the locksmith left him.

Several months later, Vitnegre 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.