Amour reassured her. At this point, Vitnegre backed out of Minonne, thoroughly done in. RoseMauve (whence Brisemotte had decunted) was lubricated for him: the steadfast Minonne' s torments had appalled all the other girls. That mule' s prick encunted Rose- Mauve with great speed owing to the pommade in her cunt, but she suffered nonetheless: she wept, bled, and finally discharged. She was thrice sprayed, her fucker pausing not once to draw a breath. He' d let fly four times into Minonne' s cunt. Connette' s turn came. She was more scrupulously pommaded than RoseMauve had been, but uttered loud cries all the same. Had she not been in the Fronsac machine, she' d have expelled her torturer. She finally discharged, and waves of pleasure replaced those of pain. But no one expected the effect these butcheries produced; of a sudden, Madame Poilsoyeux announced a desire to be stuffed by her husband' s gigantic prick. She made her request in a low voice and asked to be placed on the mechanical chair. Immediately Vitnegre decunted from Connette, whose trick was presently spattered with equal amounts of blood and fuck. But Trait- d' Amour, then prowling on the loose, sprang upon and encunted her, saying in a whisper, ' Wench, I am jealous of you, for the good Linguet as well as for myself, I' d rather strangle you than let you be fucked in my presence by that cuckold of a husband of yours.'
' Forgive me, divine god, the sufferings of the others tempted me. Run your blade deep and rid me of the desire, for I count now upon you only. There' s Monsieur Linguet yielding up his precious f- f- fuck – oh, I' m redis – discharging… ah!… ah! That blessed fuckswallowing Tenderlys! Ah, queen of whores, you' re jealous. Come, come, there' re some prick- thrusts in your heavenly cunt… ah, I' m discharging all over again… again,' she murmured.
And in the meantime, what was Vitnegre up to? He was resting himself and imbibing some potent liqueurs while he rubbed his prick against the bubs of his three victims, who were frigging him by way of amusement.
Mademoiselle Linguet suddenly observed to her fucker: ' But that bugger, you know, is another Guac. I' m going to get him to give me some refreshment. Wash his prick in rose water. I' d like to suckle it as Madame Guac used to drink the beverage supplied by her husband' s ponderous device.'
We had nothing to object to so reasonable a proposition. The monstrous engine was cleaned; two or three girls on either side of Vitnegre supported him and gave him their bubs to dandle. Rose- Mauve tickled his balls and asshole. Trait- d' Amour lay down with his back upon the floor, my daughter knelt over him and packed his prick into her cunt. Mademoiselle Linguet was near enough to Vitnegre to be able to give his huge prick five or six preliminary kisses, all the while replying emphatically to the heaves and thrusts of her fucker, who was on the verge of a discharge. She enmouthed that prodigy before her nose, moving her mouth so that the terrible engine slid to and fro ' twixt her coral lips and then advanced deep into her throat. When the monster belched forth, she bit it. Thus does the voluptuous mate of the giant serpent crush in her maw the head of the too- amorous male. Bitten, Vitnegre screamed in ecstasy. He ejaculated a torrent, although this constituted his tenth emission, and Mademoiselle Linguet was all but drowned with fuck simultaneously pouring into her mouth and cunt. She wished three times to drain the mead from Vitnegre' s drinking horn which his female aide tickled and stroked so that, no sooner emptied, it rose up again, full, glistening and purple. While all this was happening, he kept repeating, ' My wife lives yet. ' Tis she I' m enmouthing. It must be so, for I feel the velvet softness of her mouth!' This idea made him discharge whole floods. Mademoiselle Linguet was obliged to bring this game to an end before Vitnegre expired as a consequence of it. But she had sucked that double- sized prick with such fury that her mouth ached. Vitnegre was obliged to embugger the three damsels he had encunted, which brought the toll of his discharges, each copious, to sixteen, for the girls in question took turn manipulating his balls with unpitying persistence.
By now, no one was affrighted by the dolorous exercise involved in embuggerage by so elephantine a member. To the contrary, the patient' s torments excited the passions of the onlookers, and they pinched and scratched her to force her to agitate herself and thus to facilitate the huge prick' s bumwise intromission. Vitnegre was at the end of his rope: it was precisely that which aroused Mademoiselle Linguet. She insisted we make him discharge a seventeenth time, and unload all he had left in her asshole. Trait- d' Amour saw that he had to consent to this sodomy. Vitnegre was manipulated once again, his balls were squeezed, kneaded, rubbed, and licked. He was advised he was about to embugger Mademoiselle Linguet, his wife. Upon hearing this, his weary prick rose proudly erect. He was given Rose- Mauve' s nipples to suck, Connette' s also. ' Twas stiff, rigid! The embuggeree was straightway laid on her belly, her rosebud was buttered, then her rectum was tried and loosened with the large nozzle of a syringe. Tendrelys, with her sweet soft hands, fastidiously guided the awful engine towards the expectant anus while Minonne and Connette each parted a buttock. RoseMauve, ready to manipulate the balls if need be, with a buttered finger rummaged in the patient' s asshole to blaze the trail for the monster oozing already with impatience to plunge into the wilderness. It moves ahead, is stopped, it strains, then bursts through! From Madame Vitnegre' s throat emerge guttural noises, her husband thinks he recognizes them, and his suspicions cause him to redouble the vigor of his assaults. Then came the moment when the embuggeree emitted a cry which completed lodging the monster in its lair. Vitnegre, his last doubts practically dispelled, rattled his weapon furiously about. He disembuggered only after he' d discharged. Rose Mauve toiled over his testicle, his anus, and, pressing her cunt to his ass, fucked in harmony with him, pushing each time he pushed. Vitnegre released three deluges of fuck into his wife' s intestines, and that brought his total to nineteen for the session; having parted with his last shot, he fell limply backwards.
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
