This business despatched, a period of rest ensued. We had dined lightly and now had a collation: we ate strawberries steeped in Muscatel wine and buns, then we drank the excellent coffee Trait- d' Amour brewed for us, and we sipped Benedictine afterwards. Then we chatted together.
" You' ve dipped your tool in these two pretty lasses, Minonne and Connette, and in Rose- Mauve too, and you' ve just depucelated Tendrelys before our eyes. Tell us the story of your first experience and tell us how you persuaded your first woman."
" Yes, tell us, tell us!" exclaimed Tendrelys, Rose- Mauve and everyone else.
" I' ll very willingly tell the story, but upon condition someone go and bring Madame Brideconin down here so that she too can hear. We' ll begin to initiate her in that way." My three blades, who envisioned her as one further morsel, were delighted with the suggestion. They took her away from her husband (who was at the moment holding her by the dugs) without even deigning to explain themselves and, two of them joining their hands under her naked ass and the third steadying her from behind, they bore her down the stairs, her skirts up around her waist, her bubs spilling gaily from her bodice. She was deposited upon Fransac' s wondrous machine and, had I not interfered and curbed their exuberance, they' d have told her a story rather than listened to mine. When peace was finally restored, I began.
" I entered as a pensionnaire in the home of Trait- d' Amour' s stepmother, a laundress in the rue d' Abbon, while my wife ran about the provincial countryside with a gallant fellow, the same who used so passionately to fuck her that he' d strip to his underwear the better to palpate and encunt her. Trait- d' Amour brought me my noonday meal every weekday, but on Sundays and holidays I went to dine at the house of the good Madame Wallon. One day, when we were going there together, Trait- d' Amour asked me if I would not teach his little sister how to write. I agreed at once. The lessons started. While instructing her, my eyes often strayed to her budding white breasts, breasts white as a lily."
" One moment," Madame Brideconin interrupted. " Get my husband to come down here. I' d like him to hear the story too."
Trait- d' Amour, receiving a nod from me, set off to fetch him immediately. I signaled to Brisemotte and Cordaboyau: the first laid hands on the landlady' s bush, the second on her bubs. She was thus shining happily between those two males when her husband appeared. Brideconin was flabbergasted at first, then, waking from his stupor, he made a bee- line for Rose- Mauve' s cunt and Connette' s teats. Trait- d' Amour handled his sister' s bubs. As for myself, I had Conquette sit on Tendrelys' s lap between my legs, from time to time letting my hand fall upon my daughter' s chest or her pretty rival' s; thus situated, I resumed my narrative.
" I took Trait- d' Amour aside. ' Look here,' said I, ' I must stop teaching the little one. She gives me a fierce erection and I' ll surely stuff her the first chance I get.'
"' Oh, my good sir, ' twould be very fine indeed for all concerned were you to depucelate her. The poor orphan has little enough pleasure as it is.' (Their mother was dead; their father, remarried to a close friend of his deceased wife, whom he had chosen in deference to his dying wife' s urgent request, had himself, as he died, left as stepmother to the two orphans this good friend of their tender and loving mother.) I replied, saying the thing would involve difficulties, for the child would doubtless talk. ' No, I guarantee she won' t. Minonne has already conceived desires for you. She' s already told me she likes it when you touch the thing under her skirts.' This speech emboldened me. One Sunday, when Minonne and I were alone together having a lesson, I could not resist an impulse to kiss her pretty mouth, then a bub, and from there my hand descended rapidly to her hairless cuntlet. I sustained a terrible erection. My prick was all but bursting from my breeches, so I freed it, allowing it to protrude through my fly, which I unbuttoned: it sprang nobly out.
"' What have you there?' asked the child.
"' A prick, my dear.'
"' What' s it for?'
"' To put in cunts.'
"' But I have a cunt my brother says, and he says my stepmother has a bucket- cunt. Since he' s been grown up and since he' s got what he calls fuck, he puts his thing in my stepmother' s bucket- cunt, and that makes her shout and wail and laugh and cry. He wanted to put it in me, but my cunt' s too little or his thing' s too big, he never managed to do it. My stepmother saw him trying to do it and scolded him. " Go fuck yourself," that' s what he said to her, and then he changed his mind. " No," he said, " come here, I' ll encunt you, you old rascal, for I can' t do without it, I' m so hot." And he laid her on the bed and pulled up her skirts and he fucked her, as he calls it. Oh, how she giggled, how she swore! And how pleased she was with what he did to her! And he said to me, " You see how much fun it is, Minonne, you see how crazy the old bitch is to suck the sugar- cane! Come on, show me your little cuntlet, so I can discharge for you.'
" Minonne' s little speech put the finishing touches to my erection, which had reached outlandish proportions. I asked the child whether there were any butter available in the house. She fetched me some. I was on the point of greasing her when her stepmother, as good a woman as you could possible find, returned, having gone out forgetting her fan. She spied my embarrassment, the tumult I was in, and saw the child' s flushed cheeks. ' I wager you were about to torment her,' she said. ' You ought not: she' s not yet ripe for that. Come along with me.' The old girl dragged me off by the wrist. We got to her bed, up went her skirts and petticoats in a flash. She pulled me down upon her and engulfed me despite my resistance. To save her stepchild' s maidenhead, she kept me busy for a solid hour. During it, however, I discharged only once to the old biddy' s ten – I noticed she found me to her taste. When this battle was over, she left the house without bothering to wash. ' I walk better with a little oil on the hinges.'
" As soon as she had gone, I went straight to Minonne, who' d witnessed everything through the partly opened door. I cleared her skirts away, buttered her cuntlet, and my prick shot rigidly up immediately. As we started off, I told the little one to arch her back so that her little hole would be within fair and easy reach of the prick that would soon pierce it. She took infinite pains to do her best, which was not at all bad, thanks to the way she wiggled her pretty ass and I, on my part, managed well, too, because of the disgust I had experienced in futtering the old woman' s gray- haired tunnel. I took Minonne from behind and worked my way to the bottom of her, for I felt her dear little matrix nipping and squeezing my inflamed gland. Following my orders, the child agitated her body, but did not discharge. Her brother' s intrusion occurred just as I thought I was going to erupt. Trait- d' Amour surveyed us, transported with joy.
"' Ha!' said he. ' So you' re depucelating her, eh! Splendid! She' s getting the best possible initiation. Does she discharge? Are you enjoying yourself, Minonne?'
"' No,' I replied, ' no discharges thus far. The poor sweetheart' s been suffering, though courageously. Do you see the way her ass writhes? That' s rare and augurs well.' Touched, Trait- d' Amour slipped his hand down his little sister' s belly and began to tickle the tiny clitoris lurking in her unfledged crack. The child' s eyes became glassy, her body tensed, and, turning her sweet mouth towards mine, she put her tongue between my lips, did indeed discharge, this being for the first time, and moaned with delight. I discharged too; never had I sensed such pleasure.