I hesitated a long time before deciding to publish this posthumous work of the only too- famous Linguet, generally renowned as an important lawyer. The typesetting having been once started, I resolved to have only a few copies printed, thinking to put them in the hands of two or three enlightened friends and as many women intelligent enough to provide me with a sound opinion upon its effect, for I was eager to discover whether it would, if broadly circulated, have an evil influence as great as the infernal fiction against which I had hopes it would act as a counter- poison. I am not indeed so witless as to suppose The Anti- Justine is harmless and non- toxic; that however is not the question. Rather, it is this: will it effectively combat the baneful Justine? That is what I wish to learn from disinterested men and women who will judge the book' s impact upon themselves.
The author declared his intention to steer clear of cruelty, bloodthirstiness, and murder of the woman possessed; has he avoided these atrocious dramatic devices? He declared his wish to inspirit jaded husbands and bring them back to the happy and wholesome enjoyment of their wives. He affirmed his belief that the reading of but half a chapter of his work would be enough to bring about a reconciliation; was he right? Has he succeeded? The reader will decide.
I, of course, admit to the salacious character of this book, but nothing else would have sufficed to produce the desired effect. So ' tis then for you, my friends, to judge and do not deceive me.
The Anti- Justine will have a number of parts like the foregoing one.
I will pass to the second volume or part of this production designed to awaken amorous sentiments in gentlemen whose ladies presently inspire none in them. Such is the object and whole purpose of this excellent labor, clearly of love, by which Linguet' s name will be rendered immortal.
At long last we have reached the epoch, so frequently alluded to, of first magnitude fuckeries. Instead of preparing for them, had I chosen abruptly to introduce them now, they would surely have bewildered the most widely experienced reader.
When I opened this broadened phase of my enterprise I was sure of having not only the two or three buyers Vitnegre solicited for Conquette, but several girls as well. Amongst them was the attractive rue Bordet hatmaker who was usually sent forth in the van. She would be let out to clients of whose proportions I was uncertain, and from her reports I could gauge whether it was safe to expose my less generously cunted girls to any given prick. It was nonetheless essential, in order to avoid their suffering grave injury, to have all my girl' s cunts prodigiously stretched, but I had at the same time to keep them away from too many dischargers. The reader will discover how I managed in these delicate affairs.
The reader will also find a brief story inserted in each of the scenes to follow. This so as to vary a bill of fare which otherwise might prove monotonous; to give the reader' s imagination a periodic rest, and also to put down a number of adventures I thought I ought to omit from the earlier part of my tale. Each little story will sort properly with the context and larger scheme of the work. For nothing would be more out of place than a philosophical dissertation in a book like this: it would become insipid were it to be made heavy, and the reader' s taste for philosophy, moreover, would be spoiled. My moral purpose – and mine is as good as any other – is to give those who have some spirit in them an erotikon, well spiced and lively, which will encourage them to put a no longer lovely wife to the best possible use. But not by any means to the same use suggested by that cruel and dangerous book, Justine which of late has enjoyed such a regrettable popularity.
I have thus still another important intention: I wish to preserve women from cruelty' s delirious excesses. The Anti- Justine, no less highly seasoned, no less ambitious in its situations than Sade' s novel, but altogether unbarbarous, will henceforth prevent men from resorting to barbarity. The publication of this antidote is a matter of urgency, and if, dishonor in the eyes of purists, fools and thoughtless censors is to be my lot, I accept it willingly in order to come to the aid of my countrymen.
The work shall have two parts: after the narrative constituting the first will come a series of letters, written with equal vivacousness and forming the second.
Cupidonnet' s girls recount to him the pleasure parties their keepers have made them take a hand in, in which their keepers would sometimes have them possessed by a dozen men in succession. But not all of these letters are erotic. Some will interest for other reasons. Amongst them will be found an account of a resurrection and the important discovery of the origin of Conquette Ingenue and Victoire Conquette, two girls my own daughters have since replaced, and that will justify one aspect of my behavior which has probably caused the reader some disquiet – I need say no more.
There remains much that might be said about the scenes I am going to bring before the reader' s eyes, hoping to make him forget what he saw in Justine and prefer The Anti- Justine. My book must just as much surpass the other in voluptuousness as it yields to Justine in cruelty. The reading of but one chapter must be enough to move a man to the proper exploitation of his wife, young or old, pretty or illfavored, provided the lady have an hygienic acquaintance with the bidet and a well- developed taste in footwear.
After such an evening of gay disporting, my daughter needed to repose herself. The next morning her gem was so fatigued she could not comfortably get up from her chair. She stayed within a short distance of Madame Brideconin, fearing lest someone might come to cross swords with her. Although cured of her aches and pains by the third day, she also avoided being alone with me all the rest of the week. Meanwhile, her natural craving must have accumulated and increased, since she never frigged herself.
On Sunday, at one o' clock, she went to the kitchen of her protectress for one last time. Before leaving the storeroom, she presented me with her pretty foot, which I kissed, and without a sign of squeamishness surrendered her cunt hair to my affectionate fingers. I led her as far as the door, promising to come to get my five. This made her flush, but I observed that she smiled as she mounted the steps, thinking I had gone. I was on time; we went for a stroll. I had her walk ahead of me, noticing she was being watched by a man I guessed to be one of Vitnegre' s clients. But as she was wrapped up in a shawl, he was able to recognize nothing but her shapely behind and interesting gait. I overtook Conquette and asked if ' twas he she preferred. " Yes," was her simple reply. Wherewith, speaking in a louder tone, I addressed her as my daughter. The man moved off. I had forewarned Trait- d' Amour; he had a key to my storeroom; we returned there and found him waiting for us. I supposed he was alone, although I had suggested he fetch along four other actors, two of each sex. Laughing, I told him my prick was stiff and longing to burrow into a cunt. " What!" said Conquette." Are we to have double- fuckery again? I must assure you that I' m not in the mood for a crowd."
" We' ll put you in the mood for one," Trait- d' Amour said ironically, for he thought she was my whore. " Deign to glance at this prick I have here," and he exhibited a superb one. " Allow me first to give your cunt a licking, Mademoiselle. My master will encunt you when you have a fancy for something more substantial than a tongue. I' ve made complete arrangements to afford him, and you too, a royal entertainment." He thrust her brutally down upon the bed and lodged his head ' twixt her thighs, as he licked her saying, in the manner of a threat, " Don' t resist me, else I' ll hurt you." But, like all other high- spirited women, Madame Poilsoyeux appreciated a shade of roughness in fuckery and its accessory activities. Thus, thinking he was forcing her to do his will, he was admirably flattering hers… the lovely creature began to discharge.
Whilst I stiffened vibrantly at the sight of my daughter' s glistening cunt and buttocks in decisive and swift movement, I perceived something stirring behind the curtain of the alcove. I went to see what it was: there were Minonne and Connette having their cunts licked by two lads, Trait- d' Amour' s friends. By signs I bade them make no noise, and with a gesture encouraged them to enjoy themselves.
Meanwhile, Trait- d' Amour was nipping and sucking Madame Poilsoyeux' s cunt. When she had sufficiently entered into the spirit of things, he retreated from the breach, drew me towards her, and inserted my militant prick in that cuntlet reempucelated by seven days of inactivity. " What," he demanded of the encuntee, " what have you to give me to suck?" She tendered him the index finger of her right hand, which he did indeed fall to sucking after having nevertheless called to this sister and his mistress: " Hither, buggresses, and show your abilities!" One, Minonne, whose hand was as soft as my daughter' s cunt, tickled my balls; the other, Connette, rummaged with a buttered finger in the asshole of my fuckeress so as to make her quiver beneath me. Madame Poilsoyeux was sweating with pleasure. She shot her tongue into my mouth, calling me her fop, her dear hundredlouis cunt- stuffer, her beloved thick- pricked client her peerless Trait- d' Amour. At last, drunk with erotic fury, she cried, " Vitnegre, you fuck- in- the- ass sod, screw me! Fuck me. Put your fat black prick into me, let it split me like a melon and embugger me!" and she discharged like a she- devil. At this crucial moment, my mouth contained my encunted daughter' s trembling tongue, one of the two girls was massaging my testicles and the other was licking my back and spine. Hitherto I had discharged upon many a fair occasion and thought I knew what it was to release a packet of well- warmed seed, but never had I sensed anything to equal what I now experienced. This all but rent me asunder. What delight!
Trait- d' Amour raised me from my daughter and flung himself into her fuck- drenched cunt. " There' s a cunt!" said he, forging ahead, then retreating, each time progressing farther and with a jolt. " The difference between this cunt and others is like that of satin and sackcloth!" The young ladies had no need to fondle the hard- fucking Trait- d' Amour. He was by nature blazing hot and soon had his partner afire. I beckoned to the two lads, Brisemotte and Cordaboyau, and had them lay out the two girls, one upon a sofa, the other upon my cot covered with a simple mattress, and I bade them fuck away within plain view of the silken- cunted beauty. By an exceptional stroke of luck, my daughter ejaculated for the second time beneath Trait- d' Amour, and the two encunted girls discharged at the same instant as did all three of the men then at work: a six- gun salvo! Incredible! The lovely Poilsoyeux' s knees drew stiff. " Oh my God!" she cried three times over. " Aie! Aie! Aie!" Minonne: " Ah! Ah! Ah!" Connette: " Oh! oh! oh!" the three men spoke in chorus: Trait- d' Amour: " Ah, my goddess, fling your ass at me!" Brisemotte: " Shake your ass, bitch!" And Cordaboyau: " Stir it, whore, stir your ass!" Upon discharging, each exclaimed: " Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Trait- d' Amour: " Ah, my divine one!" Brisemotte: " Ah, my sacred slut!" Cordaboyau: " Oh, glorious buggress!" Each in his character and according to his peculiar manner. But all of them together.
Madame Poilsoyeux, much practiced by now, prolonged her discharging beyond anything like an ordinary term. The two others had been unstoppered and had already washed long before she finished ejaculating. The outpouring finally came to an end. Trait- d' Amour washed her, and, seeing my prick restiffened, said, " You' ll doubtless wish to fuck her as much this time as you did the last?"
" To be sure," I replied. " My vigor returns to me with no one but this young beauty. I' d fuck her until my prick was reduced to a splinter and my balls as dry as sand. You' ll see how well I can managed when skirmishing with a peer. I simply ask to have a double encuntery in view. ' Twill give me heart for the good fight."
My response brought a smile to Trait- d' Amour' s lips. In all likelihood he doubted my capacity to match deed to word. " Very well," said he, " I' m going to give you a pleasure you' ve never had before, nor these other buggers either. I learned this exercise from the Abbe Chonauche, formerly a member of the Order of St. Genevieve, who used frequently to embugger me in the days before I had a beard on my chin or hair on my balls. Once, noticing I was getting tired of his sodomistic incursions, he told me to go and bring him the little Culfraise, young in years, pretty as Cupid and not yet sold to an English lord. He had me take twelve francs to her mother and a message saying the girl would receive twelve more in addition. The Abbe had her lean with one elbow upon a low table, he got behind her and embuggered while I, in front, encunted her. We marched in simultaneously, our two pricks felt each other, either that or the little slut wiggled her ass in such a way as we fancied we felt one another. Chonauche would now and then let her drive her cunt down around my prick and then, his prick halfway dislodged, he enjoyed the possibility of reembuggering her. While she assfucked with him, I partially decunted, and would then reencunt. This intriguing game lasted as long as Chonauche would hold back his seed. Usually, he' d not discharge at all, reserving all he could muster for my asshole. And so he would have little Culfraise lie down on her back, I' d encunt her, Meanwhile, the Abbe would embugger me, and we used all three to discharge with one peal of thunder. We' ll not adopt the Abbe' s scheme. ' Tis too fatiguing a way to fuck but he used to pay the pretty buggress. Are you paid, Madame? No, surely not, she' s an honest woman, I can tell it from her style of fucking. No whore fucks like Madame. Such being the case, I' m going to give you a physical demonstration with one of the other two girls. Step forth, Minonne, come along Connette. Whichever of you would like to be embuggered and encunted simultaneously, let her present herself, skirts in the air!"
During this speech, which allowed her some respite, Conquette had covered her cunt and breasts, and the two girl, bubs flying free, had sat down beside her. She had kissed their nipples and then calmly covered their breasts with their kerchiefs. Madame Poilsoyeux always became modest again directly she ceased to be fucked. The two girls replied as one: " I! I would!"
" Very well," said Trait- d' Amour, " first one, then the other. Have we any pommade or butter at hand?"
" We do," replied the lovely Satin- cunt, blushing. " Here is a jar of pommade. You will find butter in that dish on the table."
" We' ll save the butter for you, my lovely lady, as lovely about the ass and cunt as in the face," resumed Trait- d' Amour. Minonne was industriously greasing her rosebud. " And so you' re to be the first, little sister?"
" Aye, and ' twill be you who will depucelate my ass."
" I' m a maid in that sector too," cried Connette.
" No, no," said Trait- d' Amour, " I' ll not take these grave responsibilities upon myself. I am today entirely at Madame' s disposal. Although bumstuffing, whether active or passive, has always frightened me somewhat, Madame' s smooth behind tempts me as much as the narrow scabbard she has beforewards and which, in a week' s time, if left unused, or in an hour, if rinsed with cool water, will tighten to such a degree one would think her a virgin again. I am convinced Madame has never been bumfucked." Kneeling, he peered at her asshole. " No, she looks chaste in this quarter too." Conquette smiled dreamily.
Trait- d' Amour' s two comrades drew cards to settle who would depucelate Minonne' s ass, for both were eager to have her. Fate chose Cordaboyau, moderately pricked, to do the work. He oiled his tool to the root. Trait- d' Amour had Minonne lie on her side and he situated Cordaboyau before her ass and Brisemotte, largely and splendidly pricked, before her cunt. The two youths closed in, each striving to his utmost to wreak havoc, which vigorous bilateral penetration gave Minonne such pleasure that she exclaimed, " Good God! What delight! ' Tis a fuckery fit for a princess!" They say the Queen fucked sandwiched by d' Artois and Vaudreuil… and the latter would sound her vent.
" Come along," said Trait- d' Amour, " endeavor all three of you to discharge at the same time."
Cordaboyau clutched the wench' s haunches so as to drive the deeper into her. Brisemotte did the same, so that, immobilized, she was buffeted about in every direction. " Pay close attention," I told Conquette Ingenue, " and you' ll be able to do likewise when your turn arrives, and arrive it shall, for you must became acquainted with every variety of fuckery." Although covering her face with her fan, she turned in such a way as to be able to watch the game through it. Minonne was panting. Connette, stupefied with tongue- tied, lay motionless, staring at her.
" What are you doing there, buggress?" demanded Trait- d' Amour, our master of ceremonies. " Come to our aid, Madame. Suck her nipples, lick her cunt. It' s as tidy and clean as a bride' s sunny countenance." These energetic words brought the queen of the festival into the dance.
Whilst Minonne labored and whilst Connette was being labored over, the latter unveiled her breasts and Madame Poilsoyeux sucked their extremities, and had hers sucked. The titillations procured her by Conquette' s mouth, as satin soft as her cunt, hurled the young Connette into an amorous fury. She pulled up Poilsoyeux' petticoats, inserted her tongue in her cunt and tickled her clitoris. However much in a frenzy, the lovely Conquette' s eyes were fixed upon Minonne who, at this point, was announcing to her fuckers that she was ready to discharge. They redoubled their thumping and thwacking. She cried: " Divine prick!" and opened the sluices. The embuggerer and encunter caught her in a crossfire of fuck. It streamed from both ends of her. My daughter, poignantly tongued by Connette, was beside herself and that demure beauty said to the young girl: " Get out of my hole, slut! Give me a fucker! Ho! I say, fucker! Two hundred of them!" Trait- d' Amour heard the call, he drew the toiling Connette aside, pulling her away by the pretty blond goatee growing on her cunt. He anointed Madame Vitnegre' s splendid asshole with butter, rubbed some on his towering prick, lay belly down upon her buttocks, nipped into the rosebud, heedless of the faint protests of the embuggered goddess, grasped her with powerful hands, and turned himself and her over so that now he was on his back and his prick still buried to the hilt in her ass. Her cunt is yawning at the ceiling.
Trait- d' Amour calls to her father, " A sublime cunt longs for your kind attentions. Stuff it with something stiff. Don' t spare the rod. The slut' s ass is full of me and I' ll give you a little movement. Forgive me, goddess, I' m a bit giddy. Connette, fiddle with our friend' s balls. Give ' em a spin."
I encunted my delicious daughter and felt Trait- d' Amour' s ponderous weapon throbbing nearby, further constricting her passage and causing her cunt to oscillate as never a cunt oscillated before. I was delirious as I shouted, " There ' tis, bastard of a Vitnegre, thoroughly a cuckold, cunt and asswise!…" The idea inflamed me, and its brutality prevented me from discharging too soon. I attained the charming nipper at the bottom of her cunt, it suckled my prick, and Trait- d' Amour communicated all his movements to me, causing my adorable fuckeress, already prepared by Connette' s tongue, to make some truly startling exclamations.
" Ah!" exclaimed Conquette, " Screw… oh, screw me… I am dischar- ging… f- f- fuck!"
" There' s a cunt full of fuck for you, queen of pricks and gods!" bellowed Trait- d' Amour, and I felt the spasmodic twitching of his thick prick disgorging a cupful of semen. Then I too unburdened myself. My daughter, inundated by fuck, squirmed and thrashed.
" Oh satiny cunt of my prick," I cried, " how delicious you are!" Madame Vitnegre was still emitting when Trait- d' Amour emerged from her anus. His withdrawal made her discharge again. Conquette, in whose cunt I left my prick to tremble after its eruption, stammered, wept, laughed, and shook beneath me. Connette had abandoned my balls and his prick still erect, Trait- d' Amour had returned to us. " Fuck her for me while she' s hot," I said. " She' s still leaking. And you," I said to Connette, " go lick that rosebud all covered now with nectar." She obeyed me. But Minonne, her cunt and asshole unstoppered and scrubbed, had nothing to keep her busy. She took Connette' s place, asking me whether indeed it were not impertinent to tickle her brother' s balls while he was fucking his mistress.
In the meantime Cordaboyau and Brisemotte had laid hands on Connette, the former now encunting while the other embuggered her so as to provide my daughter with an inspiring example. But everything was drawing to an end. Madame Vitnegre ceased her discharging, Traitd' Amour decunted and guided her to the bidet. She tactfully covered her cunt and breasts, then said to the girls, " My dear friends, go help my landlady prepare us a fine supper." They ran to do her bidding. " If," my daughter said, " you only ask for our ordinary supper, there' ll not be half enough." She suggested I confer with Madame Brideconin who, as it turned out, had prepared the usual meal.
" Then go quickly to the butcher across the way," said I, " and get some good wine, too. For we' ll not be drinking water." Then we all gathered together in the storeroom.
" Prick up again?" asked Trait- d' Amour; " Mine is. We ought not let these cunts pine away simple because we are waiting for the meal to be served."
" I' m not stiff, in truth," I answered, but the sight of the behind and foot of my goddess sets me afire."
" Why, then, I' ve something in mind to put a little backbone in your sausage."
" Look sharp, wenches," Trait- d' Amour said to his sister and mistress. " Be quick, off with your clothes! And as for you buggers, take off yours too." He removed all he was wearing. " But we need another actress. I' ve just seen an engaging creature pass by."
" That was Madame Brideconin, our good friend' s landlady," Connette explained.
" No, no, my dear, that was a little brunette who lives at the other end of the court. She' s the younger sister of a tall blonde we' ll perhaps someday persuade to join us and whose name is Conindore. The little one' s named Rose- Mauve, and they say she' s a clever creature and an amorous act, although for all I know she' s still a virgin, for her mother keeps a close eye on her. However, when a man kisses her he has no trouble getting her to stick out her tongue for him."
" I know her," the lovely Poilsoyeux said in her well- modulated voice, " and she… she… Trait- d' Amour…"
" Yes, my goddess?"
" Put her pretty tongue in my mouth and…"
" And what?"
" Tongued my fur clean."
" Go fetch her, Connette."
" No." Conquette said with decision. " I' ll go for her myself."
She left and having encountered Rose- Mauve, who was coming back down the stairs because she' d found at home that wealthy old uncle of hers whose impotent lubricity she used to stimulate by tickling his scrotum and testicles, which would get him limply up, Conquette told her what was afoot, obtained her consent, and brought her to the storeroom. The two girls and the three young men were as naked as the day they were born. Without addressing a word to her, they all five set to work removing her clothes, all of which save her underslip disappeared in a trice. Next, her ass, her cunt, thighs and feet were washed. Then Trait- d' Amour said to her, " You must do everything in imitation of my sister and my mistress." There and then the dance of the blacks began: each girl made all the movements of an ardent negress who first flees from the prick she is dying to have in her cunt, who is then caught by the prick, and who finally wiggles and slithers her hips and ass just as if the prick were gliding into her. The boys chased after the girls with their pricks in their fists and, directly they had seized them, they were turned around for encuntment and stuck from behind. The boys squirmed, writhed, snapped, bit, and fought as though they were tearing the cunts to pieces. The girl took the prick in her hand. The boy the girl' s cunt hair.
I had a thundering erection. I raised my daughter' s negligee above her waist. " Cunt of Venus!" I said. " Copy all those ass and cunt movements you see." She was definitely aroused. She ran into the center of the dance, and began rapidly to execute the various steps.
Seeing my prick aloft and his companions also in a cheery disposition, Trait- d' Amour sounded the trumpet: " To the couch!" He abandoned Rose- Mauve, his dancing partner, who appeared most chagrined. " Your turn will come, my sweet," he assured her as he lay Conquette on the sofa and adjusted pillows under her ass. " Come, if you like," he called to Rose- Mauve, " Come lick this cuntlet while I stuff you from behind, or embugger you, whichever you prefer."
" A virgin ought not to be depucelated from behind," she replied in a lively fashion, " so embugger me while I tongue this delightful love- crack." She sucked the dazzling cunt that belonged to Monsieur Vitnegre' s dazzling wife, and Trait- d' Amour forged ahead stubbornly into the charming cuntsucker' s asshole.
Madame Poilsoyeux cried aloud for aid: " The prick!" she said. " The prick!" I could restrain myself no longer, I swept Rose- Mauve out of my way and pitched headlong into the cunt of my daughter, then panting with lust.
I was in the midst of a vigorous encuntment when I had the delicious surprise of feeling my asshole and my balls too being laved by Rose- Mauve' s velvet mouth and tongue. I cuckolded the blessed Vitnegre as copiously as if I' d had the balls of a god. Ablutions followed. " With my goddess' permission," said I, " I' ll settle a debt with Rose- Mauve."
" No!" everyone chorused. " No! Wait until Sunday." I paid no attention to them. I thrust my lance into the maid; she wept, sobbed, shrieked and bled in ecstasy, and they were all witness to a resounding victory. But Conquette scolded me as we went to supper.
Conversation was sober, temperate, Brideconin and his wife were edified by what they had heard (They shall soon be seen collaborating in our pleasures). At dessert, Trait- d' Amour asked me to tell a story in keeping with our amusements. I gave him a letter sent to Vitnegre by one of his three clients – I' d found the letter in one of my daughter' s trunks, and I invited him to read it to the company.
" One of our well- to- do colleagues had a mistress he used to enjoy in the same manner for which I have a preference. Let me tell you the story of how he got her – I like writing such tales, they give me an erection, and I daresay reading them has a similar effect upon you.
" The girl' s father had formerly been rich and had brought her up with all possible care and delicacy. But now he had fallen upon hard times, and was so sorely reduced he was unable to feed either her or his son. My colleague, having found the girl pleasing, asked to buy her. The father sold her to him for 12,000 pounds. But, as Piocheneuil (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, who was expecting nothing of the sort. He fucked her from the rear and with such brutality he made her cry out as much from pain as from pleasure.
Seeing Connette getting to her feet, he roared, " Stay where you are, slut! I' m in such a rage over that velvet- lined cunt Trait- d' Amour' s fucking that I' d encunt the Place de la Concord." Once through with Rose- Mauve, he did indeed fuck Connette. He brought shrieks from her, then, without pausing, had wildly at Minonne, and resumed: " Rose- Mauve, why have I not got that infernal landlady under my belly? The old girl limps gracefully about, she' s got fair dugs, call her hither!" We prepared Rose- Mauve for him and he embuggered her.
Meanwhile, Trait- d' Amour was fighting it out with Madame Vitnegre, who complained tenderly of his roughness and discharged uninterruptedly, for her encunter did not once decunt. " Let any buggress who' s got nothing else to do," said he, " come here and tickle the teats of my goddess; that will make her give me a jolt or two."
" Very well," I joined in, " Minonne, go tickle her clitoris. Connette employ your soft hands to dangle your cruel cunt- splitter' s balls, and I' ll tickle my beloved' s delicate feet."
All this was done. Violent leaps and starts, cries, exclamations of lewd delight: " Divine fuck! Divine cunt!" " Divine prick!" By these tokens our two co- workers gave evidence of their frenzy.
However, Cordaboyau' s nose caught the scent of Conquette' s sweet little shoe, and he went like a shot to put his prick into it. " Don' t bother over that thing," said Rose- Mauve, solidly embuggered as at the moment she happened to be, " that' s silly. My cunt is idle, why don' t you give it a fucking?" She thrust her belly into the air and, while Brisemotte continued to tunnel into her ass, Cordaboyau took possession of her cunt.
I had such a blinding erection, thanks to what I saw and heard going on, that I was ready to encunt Minonne or Connette. My daughter, then busily discharging, spoke softly to me: " Can it then be… that you are tempted by some cunt other than mine?"
This example of filial devotion touched my heart. " Off with you." I said to Trait- d' Amour. " You must have discharged by now." He decunted and I, stirred by an unlimited fatherly affection, encunted my daughter without even washing her flooded cunt. " We' ll mix our three fucks." I said as I burrowed in. " May your daughterly cunt engulf the paternal prick and delight therein! Move your ass to and fro, my adorable child, give me back all the fuck I spat into your mother' s womb so as to beget you." Ah! How the wench writhed, shook her ass and vibrated her cunt the day I stuffed her with you! She was wearing her shoes and her clothes were somewhat askew. She was so furiously hot she got astride me and encunted her own self in order to excite me the more. While she was posting up and down, she said: " Push it in, my chick. Bury it completely. My cunt' s oiled and ready for anything. I' ve just been fucked by that handsome law- office clerk you' re so jealous of." And she squirmed and twisted. As for myself, I fucked her then with the same religious zeal wherewith I am fucking you now. ' Twas I who engendered you in her slithery cunt. Although you bear a likeness to Louis XV who, so they say, used to fuck your mother."
" Oh, dear Father! Heaven- sent, thrice- blessed prick!" was Ingenue' s reply; " Overwhelmed by fuck and tenderness, I feel by my insatiable cunt that I am truly your daughter. I sense it when I am gripped by the pleasure that is mine when the celestial thought enters my mind that I am being fucked by my father! Let us discharge in unison, dearest Papa. I have more fuck when fucking you than anyone else. Ah! ah! burrow, dig in, dig in, father- prick. My fuck' s long in arriving for I' ve done a lot of fucking, you know, but while waiting I have all the more pleasure. Ah, fuck! oh joy!… Vitnegre, monster who would tear me to bits without even trying to tupper me, why are you not on my belly now? Why is your black prick not gouging my cunt? And Fout- a- Mort, rend me in twain! Dear Papa," the delirious girl continued, " divine fucker, I' m coming. I' m c- ccom- ing for Fout- a- Mort' s sake!" And she gave vent to a tide of fuck. Her eyes rolled, she babbled, she foamed at the mouth. She had locked her legs around my waist and with her cunt and thighs she beat out a fine paradiddle upon my belly. Someone had put her shoes on her feet and with each jolt of her ass she clicked her high heels together, as her mother used to so as to remind me, while we fucked, of the beauty of her feet. This spectacle looked so delicious to my three droll companions- at- arms that, carried away altogether, they fell to encunting: Trait- d' Amour stuffed Rose- Mauve, Cordaboyau Connette, and Brisemotte Minonne; those lads made the girls screech like so many virgins.
When at last I had ejaculated, I told my one- time secretary to decunt, lift me, and put me down in an armchair; he did so. My daughter was palpitating; she was tickling her cunt with three fingers. Trait- d' Amour stiffened afresh, and with lunatic celerity he leapt upon her. " Embugger me, if you would be so kind, sir," she murmured. " I believe that would better serve to make me discharge."
" Ah, yes!" cried the bugger, " your cunt' s too weary," and he pierced her asshole dry.
" I' m going to discharge again," she announced, continuing to frig herself.
" Wait, wait an instant," her young perforator said, " I' ll frig you while embuggering." Embuggered and frigged, Conquette' s teeth chattered with pleasure. At this point, Brisemotte, finished with Minonne, sprang upon Rose- Mauve whom Trait- d' Amour had abandoned for my daughter. Rose- Mauve got herself embuggered and frigged to boot. Cordaboyau turned Connette over and dealt likewise with her. Free, Minonne tongued Conquette' s cunt while her brother was sodomized Conquette; and I frigged Minonne. The three buggresses declared that friggery joined to embuggery was divine.
As for myself, I sat slumped down in my armchair, a listless finger in Minonne' s cunt, for I had scarcely the strength to frig her. I was toppling over with drowsiness and yet stiff as the devil and lusting for all four of them. It made no difference to me whom I encunted, I must confess. Brisemotte steered Rose- Mauve towards me, his prick lodged in her asshole. I encunted her. The lively Minonne turned her alabaster buttocks around and presented me with her cunt, and I was about to sound it, when I heard Conquette exclaim: " I see what you' re doing!" She snapped Trait- d' Amour' s prick from her ass and rushed my way. " If Cupidonnet' s going to die from over- taxing his prick, ' twill be in my cunt he expires." She caught me in her arms and engulfed my weary weapon. We ended up in a heap and each quietly squeezed out his last drops of sperm.
Thus concluded that memorable soiree. The following Sunday was fixed as the date for the next party. After having given herself a scrupulous washing, Conquette went modestly, indeed, shyly to bed. I was unable to walk. My three gay colleagues remunerated their little partners and then picked me up bodily and carried me home, where they tucked me into bed.