Choisy's bust in the same way a boar nuzzles for truffles. He even went so far as tearing the lace with his teeth, and he may have thought it odd not to feel the softness of a woman's breast underneath. He was getting more and more wrought up like an exacerbated he-goat and swore to his heart's content.
With a powerful loin thrust, Choisy contrived to lift up his aggressor and make him roll on his side. Then he deftly sprang to his feet, followed closely by d'Haucourt. Choisy took refuge behind a table, ready to overturn it to defend himself if need be. D'Haucourt stopped for a moment to breathe up and exclaimed:
— What a strange wench you are!
— Let me go away! cried Choisy.
— Never! Anyway, you Suddenly he had an inspiration which he thought would make him be the winner without using brute force any longer. He unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to his feet, and lifted up his shirt.
— Now, what do you say to that, madam? he asked, grinning satanically.
Choisy saw the emblem of virility brandished in all its tumefied ugliness, almost monstrous.
— Well, now? said d'Haucourt, thrusting out his stomach to give more prominence to his sex, I'm putting my cards on the table… With that, one goes straight to Paradise.
Choisy shrugged his shoulders contemptuously and picked up his sword. Then he blew a little silver whistle.
— What are you doing, madam?
— I'm calling my valet and my horses, Choisy answered unruffled.
D'Haucourt made to throw himself against Choisy, but, forgetting his trousers which were down at his feet, tripped up and caught himself just in time with the arm of a chair, then he quickly-but not quickly enough-lifted up his trousers.
But Choisy was quicker and, brushing aside with his foot the prostrate form of Basque, he opened the door and fled, crying:
— We shall have to resume this conversation with swords, at your convenience, knight, but not here!
The door slammed.
D'Haucourt eyed sadly the object he was now trying to put back into its clothes.
— What a devil of a woman! Insensible even to that. And yet, how many women would find it a joy! And, talking to his sex as to a human being, he added: Poor buggar, what an affront you've been dealt with!
He had just finished dressing up when he heard the sound of hooves pass in front of his window and gradually dwindle away.
— Is she made of ice, this confounded female? he exclaimed.
It is a fact that nearly all men endowed by nature with a monstrously big penis believe they are irresistible to the fair sex. All the spouses of the King of Spain have secretly dreamed of experiencing the strong advantages attributed to the dwarfs made famous by Velasquez's painting, smiling and lascivious. D'Haucourt was wrong to imagine that his deformity which he should have dissimulated rather than paraded, would be of pleasing effect to the lady he loved. Mrs. de Sancy might be a sensual woman but she certainly was not a mare in heat. Fools like d'Haucourt fail to seduce with the silly show off of their attributes, where they could have succeeded had they sparked up in women the curiosity that is inherent in every human being. But that reasoning was too subtle for vainglorious and foolish people.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lisette, who was impatiently waiting for the return of her lover, kissed him passionately when she saw him arrive.
— I was worried, she admitted.
— What for? For my virtue?
— That invitation sounded like a trap, she said.
— And it was a trap, ducks, said Choisy.
— So he was disappointed?
— More than that-he still doesn't know I am not a woman.
— How did it happen?
— I'll tell you later. I'm starving.
Lisette ran to the pantry and brought back victuals for her master, then watched him eat ravenously, and between mouthfuls he recounted to her the unusual adventure he had just experienced. When Choisy arrived at the final description of what d'Haucourt had exhibited in the hope of conquering his indifference, Lisette exclaimed:
— And you never saw anything like it?
— On donkeys, yes… but, come to think of it, you women are more in a position to make comparisons.
Lisette shrank back in mock horror.
— I am not one of those who bite at such baits. I was seduced when very young by a gentleman who was far from being a cunt-ripper-fortunately for the sheath you vouchsafe to honour, she said in the language she had picked up partly from her boor of a husband and partly from the priggish talk of the salons.
— And your husband? queried Choisy.
— Sometimes I have to submit to him-seldom, I'm glad to say.-but so far he has never hurt me.
— By the way, is he on duty now, your Nicholas?
— No, he isn't. He was even ready to ride at a gallop to your help if you had needed any.
— A pity, Choisy sighed.
For he was already pawing the familiar shapes of Lisette, who was beginning to feel quite in the mood.
In the mood for what?
Come on, readers, ain't you got no blinking imagination?
— Wait for me a while, I'll go and see what's cooking, she said, not referring to the kitchen.
Choisy went to his room. He had hardly had time to take off his doublet when he saw Lisette hurrying back with a beam on her face.
— He's sleeping like a log, she said, but we'd better hurry just the same.
She started undressing, and two breasts in revolt jumped out of their prison and gave their master all the eloquence needed. At the sight of this eloquence, Lisette exclaimed:
— This one will do, it's just my size.
— As for me, I think I shall always have before my eyes that d'Haucourt brandishing his preposterous cock, Choisy said with a smile.
— You have better things to do than relating such horrors.
She threw herself on the bed, with her hair disheveled, her breasts taut with desire and expectation, her thighs apart, offering to her lover's sight ft crater gaping with impatience, contracting and lathering. Choisy knelt down before her to grant her the homage she was expecting. She imprisoned his head between her thighs, then, after a while, she drew them apart and claimed the rod. And, although Choisy's instrument was far from being the size of d'Haucourt's, he contented her as well as she could wish, with a passion that shook her to the core: she moaned with pleasure and all but swooned.
After a while, just enough time to regain their breath and energy, they did it again, but this time, from the side, she turning her back to him: while he fucked her from behind, he passed his right hand round her and rolled between his fingers Lisette's teats, while, with his left hand, he rubbed her clitoris. Under this triple action, Lisette's voluptuousness knew no bounds and, as she came, she bit her lover's arm to the blood. But, as he was coming at the same time the pain made his orgasm still more savagely pleasurable.
Although Nicholas had immense powers of sleep, he was not without noticing that his wife, when she lay down at his side at dawn that night, had her skin all wet and shuddering with voluptuousness. But then he was a cuckold almost by vocation.
A few days later, Choisy saw d'Haucourt come into his salon all spruced up, with new lace and reeking with perfume. As there were other guests, he contented himself with bowing to Choisy-or rather Mrs. de Sancy-and
