" Mademoiselle," he began, " your name is Aglae Conveloute?"
" It is, Monsieur."
" Mademoiselle is the fiancee of Monsieur Guac?"
" That is correct."
" Do you greatly love that gentleman?"
" Sir, reason rather than passion makes for a wise marriage."
" In that case, Mademoiselle, it shall cause you no distress if I reveal a secret to you."
" And what secret would that be?"
" This: a short while ago you supposed it was your fiance who was possessing you."
" What tales are you bearing hither, Monsieur?"
" I was there, but hidden out of sight, Mademoiselle. His battleaxe being unable to cleave you, he sold me your maidenhead for one hundred louis: I deflowered you, no other. Might you prefer me to him?"
" But can all this you tell me be possible?"
"' Tis the truth. His member is too thick. One was just inserted into you. It was mine." (I knew all this perfectly well.) " There is but one thing to say," he pursued. " Will you marry me?"
" Ah, can you marry me?" I demanded in my turn.
He hesitated. " Mademoiselle, I am already married to an old crone of seventy- eight. She bestowed her fortune upon me. I am obliged to wait until she dies."
" And were I to become pregnant, Monsieur? No. I shall wed Monsieur Guac."
" Do you wish to be my mistress?"
" That would not, I think, suit me."
" But with his consent?"
" Do you then have his consent? Why then," said I, " since you have had me once already, and since he agrees to the thing, I' ll do as you like provided he is not told that I know of his agreeing."
" Splendid! This signifies your correctness and honesty. Are you presently alone?"
" No, my aunt is here."
" Could I have you tonight, after dinner?"
" Gracious! I should never be able to creep out of the house, unless I were to give the excuse I was going out to look after my father, supposing that he was ill… but he isn' t ill. No, it' s out of the question."
" With your permission I shall go and have a talk with your father. I am wealthy. Better that I should give to you rather than to that poor wretch Guac the price of your favors."
" Very well, speak to my father."
" I' ll come back to fetch you if he honors my request."
" But don' t come back alone. I want to hear his decision from the lips of one of his servants."
" As you wish. Be easy."
He repaired to my father' s house. He related how Guac, unable to depucelate me himself, had sold my maidenhead to him for one hundred louis, which sum was in payment for four seances. A quarter of the total was already in Guac' s hands. He told as well how he had encunted after pommading me; how he had found my gem delicious and so satin- like that he wanted no other; how he had asked to go to bed with me and how it had been by my advice he had addressed himself to my father. He then offered the balance of the fixed price: seventyfive louis for the three remaining nights. " Since Guac wanted to be a cuckold," my father answered him, " so be it. I agree, Monsieur, that you sleep with my daughter if you were the one who plucked her rose – and she will verify that. Go bring her here. I' ll give you a note for her." He wrote a short message, then accompanied my beau as far as the door of my aunt' s house, within which she was still being fucked by her brother.
Meanwhile, I was enjoying myself watching the amorous progress on the bed. I was all afire when the young man reappeared with my father' s note in hand. Through the window I caught sight of the latter: he was waiting in my pretended depucelator' s carriage. I left the house, saying I was going to keep my sick father company. When we arrived, the gallant ordered a fine supper brought in and handed twenty- five louis d' or to the cashier. We ate, we drank, then I was tucked into bed. The young man demanded that my father undress me and wash my cunt. He removed every stitch he was wearing in a flash and donned an out- sized nightshirt he had brought along. This garment permitted him greater freedom of movement. He summoned my father in insert his prick in the entrance of my cunt. That done, he pushed; and he had no less trouble now than previously at Guac' s. This surprised me. He remarked to my father, " Her cunt is really tight. She' d grow a new hymen in a week if she were left alone." He fucked me six times. My father, lying next to us, each time inserted his blade into the scabbard. Soon after, my fucker fell asleep and I did also. The following morning he had chocolate brought in. I felt refreshed and refused the offer of his coach when he proposed to take me home to my aunt' s in it.
For it was not to my aunt' s I wished to go. I had heard it said that fuck swallowed warm was excellent for the chest, fortifying it and whitening the tint of the skin. I wanted to quaff off a goodly dose of it, and my thoughts focused on sucking Guac' s prick. As soon as I was free, I dashed to his lodgings and found him getting ready to go out. " I' ve come to give you some pleasure," I said, " but shall not take any, for yesterday you wearied my dreadfully."
" Well, my dear, what' s on your mind? An embuggery, a little thigh- fuckery? A frotch between the shoulderblades or under the armpit? I can contrive to squirt into your ear, upon your neck, between your bubs if you' ll squeeze ' em, over your navel, between your calves – if it' s your calves, you' ll have to squeeze them too. Or would you like me to glove my prick in one of your slippers? You have only to ask and I shall do anything for you, save encunt you. We seem rather a mismatch in that sense." Instead of replying to this harangue, which was pure Greek to me, I unbuttoned his fly and set to frigging him with one hand while, by instinct, I tickled his nuggets with the other. He began to howl with delight: " Goddess… bleeding sacred bitch, divine whore… frig, frig, tickle… tickle my balls
… oh! Oh! What sensations! Buggress, slut, tramp… whore… angelic creature… my fuck' s coming!" Upon hearing this last exclamation I mouthed his large prick, rubbing the gland with my tongue. ' Twas then the good Guac, hurled into delirium, through a wealth of allusions gave evidence of a learning which only increased his stature in my eyes: " Fuck! Heavenly mouth! Aphrodite' s cunt, cunt of Cleopatra, Egypt' s queen, encunted my Anthony, Lais' s cunt, Aspasia' s, Phryne' s, the cunt of Dame Agnes Sorel, of Marion Delorme, of Ninon, of Madame d' Aubigne, of Mesdames la Valliere and Pompadour and Duthe and la Lange, of the pretty Marc, of the adorable and provocative Mezerai, of the youthful and naive Henry, you are as nought compared to this mouth! Oh, I' m fucking… fucking… fucking- ing- ing… discharging… oh, swallow it, swallow it! Gorge yourself on fuck, my empress!" And he spewed forth half a keg of it. I kept on pumping at the source. "' Tis too much," he cried, " one dies of that sort of pleasure." He had me take some coffee to rinse my mouth. Then I began to frig him anew. He sucked my nipples, my tongue and would have sucked my cunt; but I demurred, expecting to be fucked later than evening. He got stiff again, I shook and twiddled and stoked his machine. I tickled his spheres, more fuck appeared and I swallowed another brimming measure of it. This happened a third time; mere lack of time forced us to separate.
At nine that evening, a coach came to take me to my father' s. There, we supped, fucked, and slept as upon the previous night. On the morrow, after chocolate, I went to Guac' s for my breakfast of fuck. Returning to my aunt' s, her husband, probably having conferred with his wife' s brother, was eager to put it in me; I gave him a firm refusal. He complained to his wife, who in turn reproached me, but, once I had informed him that my fiance had stuffed me ten times in succession with my father as witness, she begged my pardon and advised her husband to wait his turn in line.
I was to be called for that evening. Before going, my aunt whispered in my ear, " Try to avoid a fucking so that your uncle can put it in you tomorrow; he' s dying to." I found my lover at my father' s house. We talked of Guac during supper. My lover said that, having been encunted in his presence, I ought not fear becoming pregnant. " That," he added, " is why I headed straight in and discharged in the cellar."