" Yes, and delighting me… go on, go on, more… fuck, good friend!"
" Ah, what satin! What sweet humidity! I' m well in, eh? I' m fucking aright, am I not? And I' m coming! Jerk, wring my prick. Oh, divine, oh, sacred, oh, heavenly cunt of my life! A dear, darling little nipper she has deep inside her. Squeeze bite, pinch me, beloved little one. Make me convulse in your pretty cunt. Do you like fucking, oh goddess? Have you a taste for fuck? Four discharges are going to flood this dear hole. Go drown, go drown – there' s my second!"
" Fuck me a third, screw!" cried Conquette. " Don' t fail me, don' t falter, dear love- stick!"
" Don' t leave her until well after your discharge," I told my former secretary. " Let her relish the final pulsations of your goad. How beautiful she is the befucked. The sight arouses me afresh. She looks a very goddess. Let her have her fill. Hammer it home, rub her raw and ragged. She' s still yearning for it. Good, good, she' s squirting! What a picture of joy as she discharges! I believe she' s dry, my lad."
" Dry? I think not. She burst four times running, that makes seven all told," said Trait- d' Amour, washing the ecstatic child' s cunt. " But she' s got a furious talent for this. Refuck her while I catch my breath. I' m going to try to make it an even dozen."
" You will injure to try to make it an even dozen."
" You will injure your health," Conquette said to him, " You' ve encunted me seven times already!"
" Never fear," said Trait- de' Amour.
" Twelve for you, then," said she, " and that will come to sixteen for me." I went into prompt action and as she darted her tongue into my mouth, I slid my rock- hard prick into her cunt. Trait- d' Amour took her when I was done and did not let her go, despite her pleadings, until, good as his word, he had sprayed her five more times and brought the count to twelve.
She rose gloriously; directly he decunted. " Take this pitiless young man away from me," she said, " and leave me by myself. I need rest, believe me, and at least thirty minutes on the bidet; my poor fur is in tatters."
We left her and went to Madame Brideconin' s kitchen and had each a good plate of bouillon. I asked the landlady to keep some soup hot for Madame Poilsoyeux.
Set to rights, Conquette arrived and appeared as demure, as decent, as modest as if she had never been fucked in her life. Traitd' Amour left the house, well satisfied but no better informed. Madame Brideconin, very discreet in these matter, told him nothing of my relations with my daughter.
Chapter Ten
I hesitated a long time before deciding to publish this posthumous work of the only too- famous Linguet, generally renowned as an important lawyer. The typesetting having been once started, I resolved to have only a few copies printed, thinking to put them in the hands of two or three enlightened friends and as many women intelligent enough to provide me with a sound opinion upon its effect, for I was eager to discover whether it would, if broadly circulated, have an evil influence as great as the infernal fiction against which I had hopes it would act as a counter- poison. I am not indeed so witless as to suppose The Anti- Justine is harmless and non- toxic; that however is not the question. Rather, it is this: will it effectively combat the baneful Justine? That is what I wish to learn from disinterested men and women who will judge the book' s impact upon themselves.
The author declared his intention to steer clear of cruelty, bloodthirstiness, and murder of the woman possessed; has he avoided these atrocious dramatic devices? He declared his wish to inspirit jaded husbands and bring them back to the happy and wholesome enjoyment of their wives. He affirmed his belief that the reading of but half a chapter of his work would be enough to bring about a reconciliation; was he right? Has he succeeded? The reader will decide.
I, of course, admit to the salacious character of this book, but nothing else would have sufficed to produce the desired effect. So ' tis then for you, my friends, to judge and do not deceive me.
The Anti- Justine will have a number of parts like the foregoing one.
I will pass to the second volume or part of this production designed to awaken amorous sentiments in gentlemen whose ladies presently inspire none in them. Such is the object and whole purpose of this excellent labor, clearly of love, by which Linguet' s name will be rendered immortal.
At long last we have reached the epoch, so frequently alluded to, of first magnitude fuckeries. Instead of preparing for them, had I chosen abruptly to introduce them now, they would surely have bewildered the most widely experienced reader.
When I opened this broadened phase of my enterprise I was sure of having not only the two or three buyers Vitnegre solicited for Conquette, but several girls as well. Amongst them was the attractive rue Bordet hatmaker who was usually sent forth in the van. She would be let out to clients of whose proportions I was uncertain, and from her reports I could gauge whether it was safe to expose my less generously cunted girls to any given prick. It was nonetheless essential, in order to avoid their suffering grave injury, to have all my girl' s cunts prodigiously stretched, but I had at the same time to keep them away from too many dischargers. The reader will discover how I managed in these delicate affairs.
The reader will also find a brief story inserted in each of the scenes to follow. This so as to vary a bill of fare which otherwise might prove monotonous; to give the reader' s imagination a periodic rest, and also to put down a number of adventures I thought I ought to omit from the earlier part of my tale. Each little story will sort properly with the context and larger scheme of the work. For nothing would be more out of place than a philosophical dissertation in a book like this: it would become insipid were it to be made heavy, and the reader' s taste for philosophy, moreover, would be spoiled. My moral purpose – and mine is as good as any other – is to give those who have some spirit in them an erotikon, well spiced and lively, which will encourage them to put a no longer lovely wife to the best possible use. But not by any means to the same use suggested by that cruel and dangerous book, Justine which of late has enjoyed such a regrettable popularity.
I have thus still another important intention: I wish to preserve women from cruelty' s delirious excesses. The Anti- Justine, no less highly seasoned, no less ambitious in its situations than Sade' s novel, but altogether unbarbarous, will henceforth prevent men from resorting to barbarity. The publication of this antidote is a matter of urgency, and if, dishonor in the eyes of purists, fools and thoughtless censors is to be my lot, I accept it willingly in order to come to the aid of my countrymen.
The work shall have two parts: after the narrative constituting the first will come a series of letters, written with equal vivacousness and forming the second.
Cupidonnet' s girls recount to him the pleasure parties their keepers have made them take a hand in, in which their keepers would sometimes have them possessed by a dozen men in succession. But not all of these letters are erotic. Some will interest for other reasons. Amongst them will be found an account of a resurrection and the important discovery of the origin of Conquette Ingenue and Victoire Conquette, two girls my own daughters have since replaced, and that will justify one aspect of my behavior which has probably caused the reader some disquiet – I need say no more.
There remains much that might be said about the scenes I am going to bring before the reader' s eyes, hoping to make him forget what he saw in Justine and prefer The Anti- Justine. My book must just as much surpass the other in voluptuousness as it yields to Justine in cruelty. The reading of but one chapter must be enough to move a man to the proper exploitation of his wife, young or old, pretty or illfavored, provided the lady have an hygienic acquaintance with the bidet and a well- developed taste in footwear.