(my colleague' s name) is a jaded rake, he requires a real pepper- pot stew to whet his appetite: his favorite stunt is to have the father undress and wash his own daughter before he, Piocheneuil, takes his pleasure with her. The father than catches up the fucker' s prick and directs it into the pretty Piochee' s unfledged cunt. Her father had oiled it the first time. During the act, he exhorts her to wiggle her ass, to hug the fucker in her arms, and so forth, and, when Piocheneuil decunts, the father washes his prick, his daughter' s ass and cunt, and dries them. In the course of their conversation, Piocheneuil soon learned the Piochee had a brother, a veritable Adonis, that is to say, the perfect image of his mother, who had been a most beautiful woman. My colleague hears of the boy' s existence and successfully negotiates for him too. He is greased by his father and embuggered by the capitalist. A few days later, wishing to fuck the sister more vigorously, he had the father wash her, the young brother suck her, and he encunts her when she is within an ace of a discharge. Thereafter, he gave up sodomizing the little lad. ' Bugger!' said he to the father, ' The sight of your daughter' s cunt leaves me cold. I need to be stimulated. Do me the kindness of embuggering your young son, that ought to stiffen me.' It was to the father' s interest to flatter the libertine' s whims and so the father set to work and aroused the old satyr to such a point that he encunted and even embuggered the girl.
' That has been going on for five or six years. When, finally, Piocheneuil had him encunt his sister. He fucked her immediately afterward while the father embuggered the lad. At other times the brother embuggered his sister while the old rascal encunted her. That' s the life my colleague leads and he finds it delicious at his age. The girl is delicate and pretty, the boy is handsome, the father' s a horror. The girl has become pregnant; my friend is probably correct in ascribing her state to the boy. I hope she bears a daughter – the children of incest are commonly very beautiful – and I should add that this attractive boy is the son of an elder brother who fell madly in love with his mother. He devised a scheme whereby, mixing some ingredient in his father' s soup at dinner time, he caused him an enduring and recurrent diarrhea. Obliged constantly to get up from bed, the father would unknowingly cede his place to his son who, every time his father went out to the toilet, used to encunt his mother, six times a night, as a rule. Those, then, are the origins of this handsome youth who so perfectly resembles his deceased mother that, dressed in her clothes, he is taken for her. So it was that a former lover of that beautiful woman kept the young man as his mistress, requiring of him only that he array himself as once she dressed, borrow her name – Madame Broutevit – speak in her lisping low voice, say ' my cunt' instead of ' my ass', whilst he, Vitagon, the love, would allude to the past by saying to his ' mistress': ' Come, my dearest, I' m going to futter you from behind.''
' I' ll give you the rest of this story. Piochee did indeed have a daughter who, today, is quite as lovely as her grandmother. She serves my old friend' s pleasures. No longer able to encunt, he has the girl caress him while Piochee, her mother, sucks his prick. ' Tis while in the throes of this drawn- out and difficult pleasure, caused by the sensations quickened in his paralyzed prick by Piochee' s talented palate, that he say to Piochee the Adonis, little Piochee' s father and uncle whom the girl once loved incestuously: ' Get stiff, bugger, but don' t discharge! You' ll depucelate your little slut of a daughter as soon as your grandfather pulls his prick out of your ass.' The girl was cunt- sucked by the old scoundrel and then pommaded by her mother. Her father, his asshole unencumbered, approached her and darted his prick into her cuntlet whose lips her mother held drawn apart. But the fucker made no headway at all. Wounded, the little one raised a squall. Touched by the scene, the old satyr' s prick stirred pathetically, and he cried: ' But, what the devil are you about? Push, why don' t you, push, damn your eyes! Push, you bugger, in with you, get out of sight, split the girl' s cunt wide open if need be. Blow it to bits, what do I care? In with you and may she conceive a little wench whom we' ll deflower in her turn some fine day.' And the skinny old ape, thanks to some strange phenomenon, emitted a few drops of fuck which fell into Piochee' s mouth at the same moment Adonis, forcing the fast barricades, heedless of his daughter' s outcries, discharged well within the battered fort. The old bounder was so delighted by this performance he straightway wrote out annuities of a thousand crowns for both Piochette and Piochee – this above and beyond what he had already conferred upon them. His great joy, while using the mother' s mouth as an envelope for his defunct ancient prick, which has long since ceased to discharge, is to witness Piochette being probed in either cunt or asshole, and also at the same time to have the father embuggered while fucking the daughter of the grandfather, who, in his turn, embuggers a lackey upon whose ass sits Piochee being fucked by yet another lackey. In a word, he enjoys seeing everyone simultaneously in action. It is, believe me, a veritable three- ring circus. He sees to it that the old Piochard is kept in the best possible health: he is fed an invigorating diet so as to preserve that frightful monster' s capacity to encunt his daughter and embugger his son. During this tumultuous scene, the ribald old impotent fondles the bubs or cunt of the dainty lass. Sometimes he snaps his tongue into her cunt and licks. And sometimes his weary old head fairly reels when he has the mother encunted and Adonis embuggered by a dozen or score of his friends. All these penetrations occur, be it understood, at a single sitting. The girl, at such times, is always nude and placed within plain sight of the embuggerers and encunters ' Tis old Piochard' s chore to insert the pricks in the appropriate cunts or assholes.
' The foregoing account ought to give you some approximate idea of the excellent use we can make of your wife once you have depucelated her: you' ll not be deprived of anything, never fear. You will yourself fit the pricks into Madame' s asshole and cunt. You' ll be her pimp and when both her holes are adequately enlarged, you' ll perhaps, my dear fellow, be allowed to fuck her in each of them.
' My fraternal salutations and heartiest best wishes.'
' Such, dear Madame,' I said to Conquette, ' would certainly have been your fate had you not had the good fortune to die and cease to be Vitnegre' s wife.' My remark astonished everyone including my daughter and the Brideconins.
This letter, read to the company after we had put away a quantity of champagne, elevated the spirits of the younger members of our group. While the Brideconins tidied up after the meal, the rest of us repaired to the storeroom. There, half- tipsy, Trait- d' Amour took me aside and, pointing to his comrades, said, ' How the devil can these buggers have an inkling of our happiness and of what your mistress' s cunt is like if they don' t handle it for themselves? I' m not suggesting that they ought to discharge into it, surely not, but simply that they take a quick experimental dip to sample its smoothness. As soon as they' ve all had a plunge and are out again, you or I – depending upon which of us two is in the better state to do the job – will finish off the work and make Madame discharge.'
' Agreed,' I answered. Cordaboyau, stiff as a mule, presented himself first. We had Conquette repose upon the fucking- couch, adjusted her clothing, and declared we' d stand by to pluck him from the breech as soon as he' d obtained a notion of the narrow cunt' s incredible geography and velvet- like texture and when the fluttering of his eyelids indicated an imminent eruption of fuck.
' Well, in that case,' said the bugger, ' have one of our sluts lie down near at hand. Tell her to grease her cunt. I' ll sound it when I feel my prick convulsing for a discharge.' Rose- Mauve was pommaded and stationed within convenient reach of Cordaboyau. He slowly encunted Conquette, the remarkable qualities of whose cunt elicited exclamations from him, but he sank down to the bottom. We watched him carefully. He winked.
Brisemotte and Trait- d' Amour instantly picked him up. ' That blasted scoundrel,' they cried, ' he' s about to come!' And they deposited him upon Rose- Mauve, whose legs were well spread and waiting. Connette guided his prick to the mark. Rose- Mauve, most passionate of the ladies at our disposal – with, of course, the notable exception of that incredible Madame Vitnegre – swallowed the prick with three speedy jerks of her ass. Cordaboyau accompanied his discharge with howls and shouts of lust. Rose- Mauve' s legs wrapped around his waist with perfectly delicious fury.
What I was watching brought my prick aloft and I plunged into my daughter' s wet cunt. Sufficiently exercised, she discharged twice by the time I' d moistened her with my paternal seed. She giggled, sighed, twitched, rolled, and kicked.
' Ah! ha!' said Trait- d' Amour, ' You are her cunt' s very soul, my dear master! It melts into love- juice when you perforate it. Fuck him, divine creature, and discharge!' Next came Brisemotte' s turn. Lubricated, Conquette was stretched out upon the couch. He plugged her gap. The bulkiness of the prick and its rigidity fetched muffled groans from her breasts. She labored with all the best in her, but the formidable engine lay three inches from home. All of a sudden we perceived that the treacherous Brisemotte was about to drench in a torrent of sperm the cuntlet he was martyrizing and we were unable to pry him loose. His prick was lodged tight, inextricably wedged, like a great mastiff' s would be in the vulva of a bitch of that same breed. In this moment of peril, Trait- d' Amour and I addressed ourselves imploringly to Conquette' s sense of propriety. Faithful to our pricks, that adorable fuckeress lunged her ass powerfully backwards and dislodged Brisemotte' s member. Without a moment' s hesitation, Trait- d' Amour, all asweat, drove his hanger into the gaping cunt. Enraged, Brisemotte hurled himself upon Rose- Mauve,
