During this speech, which allowed her some respite, Conquette had covered her cunt and breasts, and the two girl, bubs flying free, had sat down beside her. She had kissed their nipples and then calmly covered their breasts with their kerchiefs. Madame Poilsoyeux always became modest again directly she ceased to be fucked. The two girls replied as one: " I! I would!"
" Very well," said Trait- d' Amour, " first one, then the other. Have we any pommade or butter at hand?"
" We do," replied the lovely Satin- cunt, blushing. " Here is a jar of pommade. You will find butter in that dish on the table."
" We' ll save the butter for you, my lovely lady, as lovely about the ass and cunt as in the face," resumed Trait- d' Amour. Minonne was industriously greasing her rosebud. " And so you' re to be the first, little sister?"
" Aye, and ' twill be you who will depucelate my ass."
" I' m a maid in that sector too," cried Connette.
" No, no," said Trait- d' Amour, " I' ll not take these grave responsibilities upon myself. I am today entirely at Madame' s disposal. Although bumstuffing, whether active or passive, has always frightened me somewhat, Madame' s smooth behind tempts me as much as the narrow scabbard she has beforewards and which, in a week' s time, if left unused, or in an hour, if rinsed with cool water, will tighten to such a degree one would think her a virgin again. I am convinced Madame has never been bumfucked." Kneeling, he peered at her asshole. " No, she looks chaste in this quarter too." Conquette smiled dreamily.
Trait- d' Amour' s two comrades drew cards to settle who would depucelate Minonne' s ass, for both were eager to have her. Fate chose Cordaboyau, moderately pricked, to do the work. He oiled his tool to the root. Trait- d' Amour had Minonne lie on her side and he situated Cordaboyau before her ass and Brisemotte, largely and splendidly pricked, before her cunt. The two youths closed in, each striving to his utmost to wreak havoc, which vigorous bilateral penetration gave Minonne such pleasure that she exclaimed, " Good God! What delight! ' Tis a fuckery fit for a princess!" They say the Queen fucked sandwiched by d' Artois and Vaudreuil… and the latter would sound her vent.
" Come along," said Trait- d' Amour, " endeavor all three of you to discharge at the same time."
Cordaboyau clutched the wench' s haunches so as to drive the deeper into her. Brisemotte did the same, so that, immobilized, she was buffeted about in every direction. " Pay close attention," I told Conquette Ingenue, " and you' ll be able to do likewise when your turn arrives, and arrive it shall, for you must became acquainted with every variety of fuckery." Although covering her face with her fan, she turned in such a way as to be able to watch the game through it. Minonne was panting. Connette, stupefied with tongue- tied, lay motionless, staring at her.
" What are you doing there, buggress?" demanded Trait- d' Amour, our master of ceremonies. " Come to our aid, Madame. Suck her nipples, lick her cunt. It' s as tidy and clean as a bride' s sunny countenance." These energetic words brought the queen of the festival into the dance.
Whilst Minonne labored and whilst Connette was being labored over, the latter unveiled her breasts and Madame Poilsoyeux sucked their extremities, and had hers sucked. The titillations procured her by Conquette' s mouth, as satin soft as her cunt, hurled the young Connette into an amorous fury. She pulled up Poilsoyeux' petticoats, inserted her tongue in her cunt and tickled her clitoris. However much in a frenzy, the lovely Conquette' s eyes were fixed upon Minonne who, at this point, was announcing to her fuckers that she was ready to discharge. They redoubled their thumping and thwacking. She cried: " Divine prick!" and opened the sluices. The embuggerer and encunter caught her in a crossfire of fuck. It streamed from both ends of her. My daughter, poignantly tongued by Connette, was beside herself and that demure beauty said to the young girclass="underline" " Get out of my hole, slut! Give me a fucker! Ho! I say, fucker! Two hundred of them!" Trait- d' Amour heard the call, he drew the toiling Connette aside, pulling her away by the pretty blond goatee growing on her cunt. He anointed Madame Vitnegre' s splendid asshole with butter, rubbed some on his towering prick, lay belly down upon her buttocks, nipped into the rosebud, heedless of the faint protests of the embuggered goddess, grasped her with powerful hands, and turned himself and her over so that now he was on his back and his prick still buried to the hilt in her ass. Her cunt is yawning at the ceiling.
Trait- d' Amour calls to her father, " A sublime cunt longs for your kind attentions. Stuff it with something stiff. Don' t spare the rod. The slut' s ass is full of me and I' ll give you a little movement. Forgive me, goddess, I' m a bit giddy. Connette, fiddle with our friend' s balls. Give ' em a spin."
I encunted my delicious daughter and felt Trait- d' Amour' s ponderous weapon throbbing nearby, further constricting her passage and causing her cunt to oscillate as never a cunt oscillated before. I was delirious as I shouted, " There ' tis, bastard of a Vitnegre, thoroughly a cuckold, cunt and asswise!…" The idea inflamed me, and its brutality prevented me from discharging too soon. I attained the charming nipper at the bottom of her cunt, it suckled my prick, and Trait- d' Amour communicated all his movements to me, causing my adorable fuckeress, already prepared by Connette' s tongue, to make some truly startling exclamations.
" Ah!" exclaimed Conquette, " Screw… oh, screw me… I am dischar- ging… f- f- fuck!"
" There' s a cunt full of fuck for you, queen of pricks and gods!" bellowed Trait- d' Amour, and I felt the spasmodic twitching of his thick prick disgorging a cupful of semen. Then I too unburdened myself. My daughter, inundated by fuck, squirmed and thrashed.
" Oh satiny cunt of my prick," I cried, " how delicious you are!" Madame Vitnegre was still emitting when Trait- d' Amour emerged from her anus. His withdrawal made her discharge again. Conquette, in whose cunt I left my prick to tremble after its eruption, stammered, wept, laughed, and shook beneath me. Connette had abandoned my balls and his prick still erect, Trait- d' Amour had returned to us. " Fuck her for me while she' s hot," I said. " She' s still leaking. And you," I said to Connette, " go lick that rosebud all covered now with nectar." She obeyed me. But Minonne, her cunt and asshole unstoppered and scrubbed, had nothing to keep her busy. She took Connette' s place, asking me whether indeed it were not impertinent to tickle her brother' s balls while he was fucking his mistress.
In the meantime Cordaboyau and Brisemotte had laid hands on Connette, the former now encunting while the other embuggered her so as to provide my daughter with an inspiring example. But everything was drawing to an end. Madame Vitnegre ceased her discharging, Traitd' Amour decunted and guided her to the bidet. She tactfully covered her cunt and breasts, then said to the girls, " My dear friends, go help my landlady prepare us a fine supper." They ran to do her bidding. " If," my daughter said, " you only ask for our ordinary supper, there' ll not be half enough." She suggested I confer with Madame Brideconin who, as it turned out, had prepared the usual meal.