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.
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
