The first was a fleshless skeleton having a prick resembling my father' s. His nose was so long it touched his chin. He was hollowchested, bright- eyed, and he had warts all over his body. I decided to bestow him upon my sister because of his prick' s moderate proportions – and I imagined I' d find few moderately proportioned ones amongst these gentlemen. His name was Widewit.
The second was a stocky, stout little man with a considerable belly and a prick the equal of my uncle' s. His hide was the color of boiled lobster, by way of a nose he was furnished with a large beet. He had bushy eyebrows, a funnel- shaped mouth and the slack lips of a great eater. He, too, was to be destined for Doucette if I failed to find anyone better. His name: Witencon de la Cowillardiere.
The third proved to be constructed like a heron or like a dromedary: he was hoisted up on long stilt- like legs or poles, lacking entirely in calves. Upon his shoulders he carried a conical head; his visage was sharp and dark. His skinny thighs were mere continuations of his meager legs, separated only by enormous knobby knees. Everything that was wanting in the rest of him was found in his prick, this article being sturdy, nay, massive, more so even than our betailed man' s and twice the diameter of Guac' s. I selected Towtenwit for my aunt, who was hot- blooded, big- gaped and barren.
The fourth was an important corn- factor as broad as he was tall, covered with black hair and with pimples, having balls weighing sixteen or twenty ounces each, and a very long prick, as thick as my uncle' s. I chose Witplongeardow for my cousin because of his balls.
The face belonging to the fifth had the hue of a toad' s belly. His head was monstrous and might also have been a reptile' s. His belly was modeled after Desessarts', his prick after Guac' s. (He was to embugger me – that had been decided in advance.) His glance was dreadful, his mouth disgusting, and his nose yet more so. Witerwell was there to occupy himself with my aunt' s ample cunt.
Round- shouldered and stooped, bandy- legged, red- haired, and rheumy about the eyes, the sixth and last was a tall man. He had a vaguely shaped, lumpy prick, exceedingly long. He had, however, brought along an auxiliary and a artificial member which, strapped into place, was to be used to embugger me. Perceawant was to be my ardent cousin' s second lover.
Night fell. I was put to bed. Each of these six originals fancied he was going to have the pleasure of plying the carving knife upon my unsliced flesh. Guac conducted me into the nuptial chamber and made as if to tuck me in, but he distributed us, one to a room, and the lights were extinguished. As for myself I remained up and walked about, providing each of my co- workers with a glowing portrait of the Prince Charming she was going to clasp in her arms. In all conscience I felt obliged to give them at least imaginary pleasures in the default of real ones. " My dearest," I said to my sister, " with what unlimited joy you' d sacrifice your night' s quiet rest for me if only you could see the delicious young man who is to make gentle use of your sweet charms! He' s a sylph, he' s an Apollo, the very god of love, I assure you!" Next, I went to where the nun lay in great expectation. " You are going fully to sense the difference between the cot in your convent cell and a newlywed girl' s bed," I told my mettlesome cousin. " A superb man, a majestic prick!" I betook myself to the room where my aunt was awaiting she knew not what. " Ah, you shall have your fill of what you love so, my dear Auntie: a matchless youth and perhaps two who desire me with all the passion of their young years. They' re going to fuck me in your cunt, your burning cunt, and continue until their forces finally desert them. Think of it! Their pricks are solid; and so I advise you to grease yourself as though ' twere for the first time. Pretend to be a maid and swallow those enormous joints of beef." My aunt thanked me and besought me to bring these champions in with all possible despatch. I ran off to get her Towtenwit, the third.
Leapt upon by the horror she fancied an angel, my timid sister sighed happily. I heard her being cunt- tongued, I heard it when she discharged. " I' m dying," she murmured.
" How sweet your voice is, my beloved bride," Widewit whispered to her and he straightway climbed aboard and encunted her. Although depucelated, the poor little thing uttered a cry. I spoke from the doorway close at hand, to disguise her trouble and distract her fucker: that old monster was literally eating her alive, caressing her, fingering her everywhere; she discharged afresh. Thanks to me, she had just as much pleasure as if she had been fucked by Don Juan. Seeing that she was well enskewered, I went to find out how the nun was faring.
Witplongeardow had decided not to employ his misshapen device, but rather his artificial one, and was nonetheless evoking groans from the poor martyr under his belly. I ran and informed Guac of what was happening. He came at once, plucked the villain from the breach and gave him a few cuffs. I heard him say in a very low voice: " Do you want to kill my wife, you scoundrel? Put in her cunt that damnable prick God gave you!" The fucker did as he was ordered and the fuckeress thenceforth knew pleasure only.
Next, I repaired to my aunt' s room. Owing to his awkwardness, Towtenwit had been so far unable to encunt her. I lowered my head to the pillow and, between sighs, said, " Ask my father to introduce it for you." Guac, who had followed me on tiptoes, arrived to negotiate the insertion, and subsequently all went well.
Each of the three girls was twice cunt- fucked. Then, as though in concert, the three buggers wheeled as one and attacked the fort from the rear. Two of the three were therewith handselled asswise. My aunt naively supposed her cunt was about to be stuffed from behind, but the two others had not even as erroneous notion of what was about to befall them. Those three asses were pierced at the same instant and despite the instructions they had been given to avoid all outcry, they all screeched in chorus. " Oh! the anus!"
My aunt: " Ah! The asshole!" No one paid the least attention to these protests. Happily, my sister had a large ass, consequently, she suffered less than the others. As for the Carmelite, whom Witplongeardow was buggering with his infamous member, she had a veritable yardstick in her entrails and could feel it nudging her navel. She suffered much pain from this rude intrusion, for he withdrew and plunged back in again brutally. She had no pleasure until he discharged and she felt the agreeable warmth of his fuck flow into her large intestine.
My aunt was the worst treated by Towtenwit: her asshole was tight as her cunt was slack. His enormous prick was cleaving her in two. She gritted her teeth to stifle her curses. The discharged came at last, she imitated it with one of her own, his prick grew smaller, she felt much better.
The three old lechers had had as much as they needed. Guac came to fetch them off their prey, and led them away without permitting the women a glimpse of the creatures with whom they had been struggling. The three cunts were wiped and dried and set to rights, the beds were made, the sheets changed, the three brides were tucked in, again, and Guac brought in the three new actors.
He and I deposited Witencon in the arms and upon the belly of my sister, by now somewhat toughened by the battle. She tenderly caressed the monster who encunted her, his prick guided by Guac to the mark (Guac took advantage of this opportunity to fondle and tickle my sister, which caused the poor little thing to tremble so that her fucker exclaimed, imagining me to be his auditor: " Ah, but you are a bloody little whore, aren' t you!").