He was dragged from Mademoiselle Linguet' s vent; she went at once to cool and close it in fresh water, for it was both red hot and considerably agape. Vitnegre was pitched into a trough of well water standing in the courtyard, by this means to bring him back to his senses. The locksmith arrived. Vitnegre was transported into his carriage, and the vehicle rolled away with him inside.
" Do you know whom I fucked?" he asked the locksmith while they were en route. " It was in that bloody machine of yours and I can tell you the slut' s learned a lot since the day she left me. I fucked her sixteen times, I believe, some in the mouth, others in the cunt, the rest in the ass"
Once he had deposited Vitnegre at his door, the locksmith left him.
Several months later, Vitnegre ran into the same tradesman. " Would you like to take me back there?" he asked.
" Impossible," the other rejoined. " They' ve all vanished."
" Vanished? Ha, the bitch! Had I only kept my hands on her, I' d be able to spend the rest of my life in her asshole and cunt!"
And thus that adventure ended.
Chapter Thirteen
We were all seven still wonderstruck by Vitnegre' s innumerable encunteries, enmoutheries, and embuggeries when Trait- d' Amour, casting an eye upon the amiable hatmaker, naked like all the others, said to her, " Well, you' ve been depucelated, my pretty one, and ' twas my divine master who plucked your flower. ' Tis a very good thing – both you and I ought to be grateful and happy about it. I behold you now as pious believers gaze upon their Virgin Mary, who, fucked by the Angel Gabriel, then by the Holy Ghost, whose whore she was, came away from these set- tos only the more virginal. You are now dedicated to Lord Linguet' s prick. Religiously guard your cuntlet from all stray tupperings, preserve it for him. You may not give yourself save with his permission. And now, my celestial creature, your pretty bush is going to be clipped, soaped, and shaved clean."
Tendrelys objected, citing her mother' s reaction to this haircut. That mother, she averred, inspected her cunt regularly every night to determine whether anyone had impaired her mint condition, for she had already been sold and was soon to be delivered to someone who fancied new goods only.
" What the devil do I care for your mother, buggress?" Trait- d' Amour demanded seeing me deploying the Fransac and winding its spring. " We' ll tell her the whole story." And he thrust her upon the Fronsac, which went instantly to work. He soaped her and prepared his razor.
At this point arrived Mademoiselle Conquette Ingenue who had just finished rinsing her ass in well water so as to shrink it back to its normal dimensions. " What' s this? Mademoiselle' s cunt is to be shaven also?" There was a shade of irritation in her tone.
" Oh, my dear, don' t let them do it, for Mamma won' t understand what' s happened to me," Tendrelys implored, kissing one of Conquette' s hands, which she had contrived to grasp.
" No, Mademoiselle, I' ll not oppose their action. Once shaved, your cunt will all the better announce to your mother the fact that you have been deflowered by my unfaithful father. We shall also see, after that charming toupee has been removed, whether your gem is superior to mine, weary and sore as it is at present."
" Ah, my adorable friend, there' s no need for a trial, nothing exists to equal you."
" Very well, sir, shave away. I believe that, when ' tis done, my fickle lover, who depucelated this attractive gem, will have the kindness to allow you a moment' s lodging therein."
Trait- d' Amour, all the while he was shearing off the golden fleece, explained to Conquette that all the pucelages were mine by agreement and that, in conscience, I was under an obligation to take them, for if I did not there was a risk neophytes would be injured by the more sizable tools of my colleagues. Conquette did not know what to answer to that, but she maintained her air of arch disdain. I approached her and, as she was naked, kissed her breasts and deposited my prick in her hands. " You' d prefer to have Tendrelys hold it," she pouted.
" No," I protested, " I deny that. No one gives me an erection the way you do. But after you comes Tendrelys. Her bush' s being clipped. It must be done if we are properly to compare your heavenly cunts – and yours is heavenly despite its severe usage this evening. First, both with be tongued. Then I' ll see to which my sultan- prick grants the apple. The better re- empucelated of the two will have it."
Mademoiselle Conquette smiled the little smile of a pretty woman beside herself with delight because certain to triumph; she said not a word. The cunt- shaving finished, Tendrelys' s pretty trick was washed with rose water. Mademoiselle Linguet proposed that they both rinse their assholes again. Then the comparison was made. They were impartially scrutinized and judged the one as splendid as the other, which decision indeed awarded the prize to the lovely Conquette' s so frequently fucked cunt. That was the general opinion.
Rose- Mauve and Minonne stepped forward to be compared, but their cunts were far from possessing that virginal aspect which characterized those of Tendrelys and of my daughter. " Your cunts are eminently agreeable to see," Trait- d' Amour declared to them, " and a hundred times better than the garbage pails of whores, but I feel they do not belong to the same class as these two extraordinary articles we have just examined."
Conquette preened herself, but she was generous by nature and soon found the tactful thing to say. " Since our cunts are of equal beauty," she observed, kissing Tendrelys' s lips and petting her cunt in a friendly manner, " depucelate her and have your lieutenant refuck me, if he has strength enough left." She had not got the last syllable out of her mouth when she was encunted. " Fuck her for me!" she cried to me. " Fuck the wench!" I ran my machine into the little nymph. But, ready for discharge, Conquette Ingenue was plunging into an erotic fury, and after witnessing her I understood how it is that Sade' s heroes, when about to ejaculate, become cruel. The encunted girl cried: " All of you, all, do your hear? Fuck that damned Tendrelys, fuck that bloody little whore! Brisemotte, get into her at once, stuff her so that her anus and cunt are but one hole!" She discharged and, somewhat calmed, she asked Tendrelys' s forgiveness. " Excuse it, my little sister, fuck rose to my head and made me cruel. No, leave her cunt as it is – trim, tidy, sweet, a maid' s. Let my fucking Papa have it thus to himself. ' Tis surely enough that mine be martyrized. Come, come, Trait- d' Amour, push, my boy, fuck me, don' t spare me, I beg no quarter," she said to her rider. She began to buck and rear and prance more energetically than ever and this exhibition of enthusiasm and fire persuaded Rose- Mauve and Connette to lend themselves to some cunt- fuckery. Minonne still felt a little lame in her sensitive parts and so that obliging sister of Trait- d' Amour approached me and tickled my balls with such deftness that I ejaculated.