" Then go quickly to the butcher across the way," said I, " and get some good wine, too. For we' ll not be drinking water." Then we all gathered together in the storeroom.
" Prick up again?" asked Trait- d' Amour; " Mine is. We ought not let these cunts pine away simple because we are waiting for the meal to be served."
" I' m not stiff, in truth," I answered, but the sight of the behind and foot of my goddess sets me afire."
" Why, then, I' ve something in mind to put a little backbone in your sausage."
" Look sharp, wenches," Trait- d' Amour said to his sister and mistress. " Be quick, off with your clothes! And as for you buggers, take off yours too." He removed all he was wearing. " But we need another actress. I' ve just seen an engaging creature pass by."
" That was Madame Brideconin, our good friend' s landlady," Connette explained.
" No, no, my dear, that was a little brunette who lives at the other end of the court. She' s the younger sister of a tall blonde we' ll perhaps someday persuade to join us and whose name is Conindore. The little one' s named Rose- Mauve, and they say she' s a clever creature and an amorous act, although for all I know she' s still a virgin, for her mother keeps a close eye on her. However, when a man kisses her he has no trouble getting her to stick out her tongue for him."
" I know her," the lovely Poilsoyeux said in her well- modulated voice, " and she… she… Trait- d' Amour…"
" Yes, my goddess?"
" Put her pretty tongue in my mouth and…"
" And what?"
" Tongued my fur clean."
" Go fetch her, Connette."
" No." Conquette said with decision. " I' ll go for her myself."
She left and having encountered Rose- Mauve, who was coming back down the stairs because she' d found at home that wealthy old uncle of hers whose impotent lubricity she used to stimulate by tickling his scrotum and testicles, which would get him limply up, Conquette told her what was afoot, obtained her consent, and brought her to the storeroom. The two girls and the three young men were as naked as the day they were born. Without addressing a word to her, they all five set to work removing her clothes, all of which save her underslip disappeared in a trice. Next, her ass, her cunt, thighs and feet were washed. Then Trait- d' Amour said to her, " You must do everything in imitation of my sister and my mistress." There and then the dance of the blacks began: each girl made all the movements of an ardent negress who first flees from the prick she is dying to have in her cunt, who is then caught by the prick, and who finally wiggles and slithers her hips and ass just as if the prick were gliding into her. The boys chased after the girls with their pricks in their fists and, directly they had seized them, they were turned around for encuntment and stuck from behind. The boys squirmed, writhed, snapped, bit, and fought as though they were tearing the cunts to pieces. The girl took the prick in her hand. The boy the girl' s cunt hair.
I had a thundering erection. I raised my daughter' s negligee above her waist. " Cunt of Venus!" I said. " Copy all those ass and cunt movements you see." She was definitely aroused. She ran into the center of the dance, and began rapidly to execute the various steps.
Seeing my prick aloft and his companions also in a cheery disposition, Trait- d' Amour sounded the trumpet: " To the couch!" He abandoned Rose- Mauve, his dancing partner, who appeared most chagrined. " Your turn will come, my sweet," he assured her as he lay Conquette on the sofa and adjusted pillows under her ass. " Come, if you like," he called to Rose- Mauve, " Come lick this cuntlet while I stuff you from behind, or embugger you, whichever you prefer."
" A virgin ought not to be depucelated from behind," she replied in a lively fashion, " so embugger me while I tongue this delightful love- crack." She sucked the dazzling cunt that belonged to Monsieur Vitnegre' s dazzling wife, and Trait- d' Amour forged ahead stubbornly into the charming cuntsucker' s asshole.
Madame Poilsoyeux cried aloud for aid: " The prick!" she said. " The prick!" I could restrain myself no longer, I swept Rose- Mauve out of my way and pitched headlong into the cunt of my daughter, then panting with lust.
I was in the midst of a vigorous encuntment when I had the delicious surprise of feeling my asshole and my balls too being laved by Rose- Mauve' s velvet mouth and tongue. I cuckolded the blessed Vitnegre as copiously as if I' d had the balls of a god. Ablutions followed. " With my goddess' permission," said I, " I' ll settle a debt with Rose- Mauve."
" No!" everyone chorused. " No! Wait until Sunday." I paid no attention to them. I thrust my lance into the maid; she wept, sobbed, shrieked and bled in ecstasy, and they were all witness to a resounding victory. But Conquette scolded me as we went to supper.
Conversation was sober, temperate, Brideconin and his wife were edified by what they had heard (They shall soon be seen collaborating in our pleasures). At dessert, Trait- d' Amour asked me to tell a story in keeping with our amusements. I gave him a letter sent to Vitnegre by one of his three clients – I' d found the letter in one of my daughter' s trunks, and I invited him to read it to the company.
" One of our well- to- do colleagues had a mistress he used to enjoy in the same manner for which I have a preference. Let me tell you the story of how he got her – I like writing such tales, they give me an erection, and I daresay reading them has a similar effect upon you.
" The girl' s father had formerly been rich and had brought her up with all possible care and delicacy. But now he had fallen upon hard times, and was so sorely reduced he was unable to feed either her or his son. My colleague, having found the girl pleasing, asked to buy her. The father sold her to him for 12,000 pounds. But, as Piocheneuil (my colleague' s name) is a jaded rake, he requires a real pepper- pot stew to whet his appetite: his favorite stunt is to have the father undress and wash his own daughter before he, Piocheneuil, takes his pleasure with her. The father than catches up the fucker' s prick and directs it into the pretty Piochee' s unfledged cunt. Her father had oiled it the first time. During the act, he exhorts her to wiggle her ass, to hug the fucker in her arms, and so forth, and, when Piocheneuil decunts, the father washes his prick, his daughter' s ass and cunt, and dries them. In the course of their conversation, Piocheneuil soon learned the Piochee had a brother, a veritable Adonis, that is to say, the perfect image of his mother, who had been a most beautiful woman. My colleague hears of the boy' s existence and successfully negotiates for him too. He is greased by his father and embuggered by the capitalist. A few days later, wishing to fuck the sister more vigorously, he had the father wash her, the young brother suck her, and he encunts her when she is within an ace of a discharge. Thereafter, he gave up sodomizing the little lad. ' Bugger!' said he to the father, ' The sight of your daughter' s cunt leaves me cold. I need to be stimulated. Do me the kindness of embuggering your young son, that ought to stiffen me.' It was to the father' s interest to flatter the libertine' s whims and so the father set to work and aroused the old satyr to such a point that he encunted and even embuggered the girl.
" That has been going on for five or six years. When, finally, Piocheneuil had him encunt his sister. He fucked her immediately afterward while the father embuggered the lad. At other times the brother embuggered his sister while the old rascal encunted her. That' s the life my colleague leads and he finds it delicious at his age. The girl is delicate and pretty, the boy is handsome, the father' s a horror. The girl has become pregnant; my friend is probably correct in ascribing her state to the boy. I hope she bears a daughter – the children of incest are commonly very beautiful – and I should add that this attractive boy is the son of an elder brother who fell madly in love with his mother. He devised a scheme whereby, mixing some ingredient in his father' s soup at dinner time, he caused him an enduring and recurrent diarrhea. Obliged constantly to get up from bed, the father would unknowingly cede his place to his son who, every time his father went out to the toilet, used to encunt his mother, six times a night, as a rule. Those, then, are the origins of this handsome youth who so perfectly resembles his deceased mother that, dressed in her clothes, he is taken for her. So it was that a former lover of that beautiful woman kept the young man as his mistress, requiring of him only that he array himself as once she dressed, borrow her name – Madame Broutevit – speak in her lisping low voice, say ' my cunt' instead of ' my ass', whilst he, Vitagon, the love, would allude to the past by saying to his ' mistress': ' Come, my dearest, I' m going to futter you from behind.'"