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" Having seen me passing in the street, the locksmith called me in, showed me his prize, praised it and explained its use to me. I bought it upon condition I obtained satisfaction from the apparatus. We' ll use it on prudes should we find any in the course of our orgies. We' ll not have anyone sit in it until the proper time comes, otherwise the charm of its secret will be spoiled."

We were four at dinner: Madame Poilsoyeux, a pretty hatmaker from the rue Bordet or Bordel whom Trait- d' Amour had brought with him and whose name was Tendrelys, and myself. In petto, I decided to try the mechanical chair on the attractive Tendrelys, who was still a virgin although Trait- d' Amour had made a steady practice of sodomizing her and had upon several occasions discharged between her thighs. Or, if the hat- maker proved docile and complaint, I' d use it on Rose- Mauve or on her blonde sister Rosalie, or again on our landlady, for I was eager to initiate Madame Brideconin into our mysteries and her husband too, wishing to cuckold him in his own presence. We dined royally well, but avoided eating and drinking too much. Furthermore, we were served fowl and other readily digested things. The reader will soon see how I put my plans into execution.

Chapter Twelve

As we rose from table, Trait- d' Amour said to us: " All week long I' ve had the idea in my head to render the cunt of Madame Conquette Ingenue Poilsoyeux what it ought to be, that is to say, loose, for I' m dead certain that after seven days of idleness it' s as tight as a drum." Brisemotte, Coraboyau, good fellows and mightily pricked, raised Minonne' s skirts and Connette' s too, for it would not be meet for them to bare their own bellies. They were uncovered to above the navel; upon their cunts not a blade of hair! " I shaved them this morning," explained Trait- d' Amour, " to see the effect before proposing the same thing be done to my goddess. See how tidy they are, my friends: every bit of hair removed from every part of the body. They have bathed every day since learning that the beautiful fuckeress daily dips her cunt in the limpid wave and then plunges thereinto the rest of her incomparable body. They tell me that, when the fever is in them, the cool water in which they soak their burning cunts gives them a nearly fuckative pleasure. But behold those cunts: wouldn' t you swear they belonged to little girls of twelve or thirteen?" We all agreed with Trait- d' Amour.

And so I asked my daughter to consent to have her cunt tonsured. She hid her face upon my chest. Trait- d' Amour immediately laid her on the bed, her cunt sparkling in full and glorious view. " A pity though," he admitted, caressing, fingering, fondling, petting it, " the goatee is superb! I' ll use scissors to start with. We' ll mount this silken hair under glass and frame it in gold – it will make a precious relic." He snipped away and then from a rosewood box drew a perfumed shaving stick and for a long time soaped her cunt. As this operation excited Conquette, she besought me to lay my lips upon her mouth, and she darted her tongue into mine all the while her cunt was being razed, and when it was cleanshaven it was washed with rose water, her thighs were dried with soft towels, and Tendrelys placed in a frame the wondrous hair that had been shorn away; after that, the beardless cunt was exposed to the company' s admiring gaze. Everyone, especially the girls, and even the reticent Tendrelys, who, they said, had only come to see and blush at everything, everyone concurred in judging it superb, and found it so appetizing that it was subjected to a general kissing. The pretty hatmaker glued her lips to my daughter' s pink cunt and her tongue roving in the crack succeeded in arousing her lust. Rose- Mauve, who could not stay away, leapt upon her like a tigress, plucked the hatmaker from the sacred object, and cunt- sucked Conquette with such zeal and energy that they both began to pant. The men had their turn: they sucked the discharging gem and made it discharge some more. As for myself, while staring at these stimulating goings- on, I rubbed and fondled Tendrelys' s bubs, which she had in charming size and shape and dared not defend.

" Ah, what a party!" she said.

" You' ve seen nothing yet," Minonne replied to her. Indeed, Trait- d' Amour, having liberated Conquette Ingenue' s cunt of those ravening tongues which had been increasingly active, spoke to his comrades: " Imitate me, dear friends!" Wherewith every prick, risen mast- high, was trundled from its hiding place. " To cunts! To cunts!" was the next command shouted. Tendrelys lowered her lovely eyes; but Conquette, stretched out on the bed, her clitoris undergoing a gentle tickling at the hands of Rose- Mauve, raised her head to see the couched lances.

" Which one are you going to encunt?" my lusty former secretary asked me. " The voluptuous Conquette or Maid Tendrelys?"

I hesitated before replying – that moment' s pause was enough to bring a feeble cry from my daughter: " A prick, a prick."

Trait- d' Amour dashed to her side, took her in his arms and presented her palpitating trick. " Encunt her," he bade me, " the fuckeress' s cunt' s smiling at you."

I plunged in. I was as stiff as a quarterstaff and, as I penetrated her, my precipitation fetched a sigh from her lips. But a moment later she was fucking industriously back. " Ah, that' s good," she exclaimed, raising her ass to meet my attacks, " very good indeed. My, but you' re stiff today! Fuck, Papa, fuck… bury it, hammer it home, oh, dear Papa, I' m going to discharge!" Trait- d' Amour' s finger playing about her clitoris was an additional inspiration. I discharged also, her delicious cuntlet gripping me like a pipe in a plumber' s vice. That goddess made me positively drunk, Trait- d' Amour' s ministrations made her fairly vibrate, as Petronius' s Corax caused her master Eumolpe to tremble. Meanwhile, Brisemotte had flipped Rose- Mauve onto her back.

Those two little witches, Minonne and Connette, as naked as your hand, had just peeled every stitch of clothing off the still- hesitant Tendrelys, and held her between them, frictionalizing and heating their cunts against her alabaster thighs, one tickling her clitoris, the other digitally investigating her asshole. They all three discharged at the precise instant the two encunted women erupted. " My stars!" cried the pretty hatmaker. " What a wonderful way to spend one' s spare time!"

At this crucial juncture there came three swift knocks at the door. A signal I had given to the locksmith. I decunted and went to open it. It was the good artisan indeed. He did not come in, but thrust at me a man wearing a blindfold, his hands tied behind his back. He was covered by a great white woolen overcoat beneath which he was nude. I took him by the arm and pushed him towards the Fronsac mechanical chair, upon which Trait- d' Amour seated his sister and set the thing in operation. Directly the child had been seized by the apparatus, the individual who' d just entered was launched into the fray after his coat had been snatched off him. Now that he was naked, his massive prick provoked a general fright. Remarks such as " Great God!" and " He' s lugging a mainmast!" were heard all around. Conquette recognized who it was: she blenched. (The reader is to note that whereas everyone else could speak, Conquette and I had to keep silent.) Minonne, caught fast in the chair, was the only one this prick, which yielded to Fout- a- Mort' s in no particular, failed to alarm. She grasped it courageously and popped its head between her cunt lips, advising its owner to push with might and main. The bugger reared back, then lunged ahead, wielding that device like a batteringram upon a besieged castle' s gate; but it did not penetrate. " Raise your ass," the would- be fucker ordered in a brutal tone, " I' m too tall." Minonne adjusted herself, the prick found the gap, and although it required a passage at least twice as broad, it forced its way in. Minonne underwent the ordeal like a true Christian martyr. Sweat and tears rolled down her cheeks. At last, that vast instrument touched bottom and spewed forth its life- giving ichor, and by lubricating the damaged corridor lessened the pain the girl was suffering.