                           THE TWELFTH DAY

       The new mode of life I was about to begin, said Duclos, obliges
me to draw your attention, Messieurs, to my personal appearance and
character at the time; one is better able to figure the pleasures
being described if one is first acquainted with the object that
procures them. I had just attained my twenty-first year. My hair was
brown, but nevertheless my skin was of a most agreeable whiteness. The
abundance of hair covering my head fell in floating and perfectly
authentic curls to just above my knees. I had the eyes you behold me
now to have, and they have always been judged lovely. My figure was
rather full although tall, supple, and gracious. With what regards my
behind, that part of the anatomy in which libertines today take such a
keen interest, it was by common consent superior to the most sublime
specimens one is likely ever to see, and there were few women in Paris
who had an ass as deliciously molded; it was full, round, very plump,
and exceedingly soft, generous, I say, but without its ampleness
detracting anything from its elegance, the least gesture immediately
discovered that heavenly little rosebud you so cherish, Messieurs, and
which, I do indeed like yourselves believe, is a woman's most magical
attraction. Although I had been for a long season active in
libertinage, my ass could not have been healthier or looked more
untried; its splendid condition was in part owing to the good
constitution Nature had granted me and in part to the extreme prudence
I exercised on the battlefield, scrupulously avoiding encounters
capable of damaging my most precious asset. I had very little love for
men, I had never had but one attachment; I had a libertine maid, but
it was extraordinarily libertine, and after having described my charms
it is only fitting that I say a word or two about my vices. I love
women, Messieurs, I don't deny it. Not however to the uncommon degree
my good colleague, Madame Champville, loves them; she will probably
tell you that she has ruined herself for them; I have simply always
preferred them to men in my pleasures, and those they have procured me
have always exerted a more powerful sway over my senses than masculine
delights. Apart from this fault, I have had another of adoring to
steal: I have refined this mania to an unbelievable point. Entirely
convinced that all possession should be equally distributed in the
world and that it is only strength and violence which are opposed to
this equality, foremost law of Nature, I have striven to rectify the
actual scheme and to do my utmost to re-establish the proper balance.
And had it not been for this accursed compulsion I might perhaps still
be with the benevolent mortal of whom I shall speak next.

       "You say you have done considerable stealing?" said Durcet.
       "An astonishing amount, Monsieur; had I not always spent what I
filched, I would be wealthy today."
       "But was there not more to it than that?" the financier
pursued. "Some aggravating detail, such as, for instance, forced
entry, abuse of confidence, manifest deceit?"
       "Everything under the sun," Duclos assured him. "I did not
think it worth dwelling on these matters which would also have
disturbed the smooth unfolding of my history, but since it is evident
they might amuse you, in future I'll not forget to cite my thefts.
       "As well as that fault, I have always been reproached for
another: I am said to have a hard heart, a very bad one indeed; but is
that fault really mine? or is it not rather from Nature we have our
vices as well as our perfections? and is there anything I can do to
soften this heart she caused to be insensible? I don't believe I have
ever in all my life wept over my troubles, and I can safely assure you
I have never dropped a tear for the afflictions of others; I loved my
sister, and I lost her without the least twinge of grief, you were
witness to the stoic indifference with which I greeted news of her
undoing; I would, by God, see the universe perish without a sniffle or
a sigh."
       "That is how one must be," said the Duc, "compassion is a
fool's virtue. Close examination reveals that it is never anything but
compassion which costs us delights. But with that toughened heart of
yours, you must have committed crimes, for, you know, insensibility
leads straight to nothing else."
       "My Lord," Duclos replied, "the regulations prescribed for our
narrations prevent me from apprising you of a great many things; my
companions will supply what you have ordained I omit. I do have one
word to say, however: when later on they attempt to represent
themselves to you as villains, you may be perfectly sure I have never
been any better than they."
       "That, I should say, is doing justice to oneself," Blangis
observed. "Well, go on with your tales; we'll have to be content with
what you tell us, for we have ourselves set bounds to your discourses;
but remember that when we, you and I, have a little chat together,
I'll insist upon hearing of your various peccadillos."
       "And I shall conceal none of them from you, Sire. May it be
that after having heard me out you shall have no cause to repent of
your indulgence toward one of the King's worst subjects." Wherewith
she lifted up her voice and addressed the assembly again:

       Despite all these defects, and above all that of being
thoroughly unappreciative of the value of the humiliating sentiment of
gratitude, which I consider as naught but an injurious burden to
humanity and one which completely degrades the pride and self-respect
implanted in us by Nature, with all these deficiencies, I say, my
companions were nevertheless very fond of me, and of them all I was
the most sought after by men.
       Such was my situation when a rich landowner named d'Aucourt
came to have a party at Fournier's; as he was one of her steadfast
clients, but one who preferred girls brought in from outside the house
to those residing in it, he was held in the highest esteem, and
Madame, who felt I had absolutely to make his acquaintance, gave me
notice two days beforehand not to waste an ounce of the precious
matter for which he had a greater passion than any of the other men I
had met with until then; but from the details you will be able to
judge of all this for yourselves. D'Aucourt arrived, and having eyed
me up and down, he scolded Madame Fournier for having waited so long
to supply him with this pretty creature. I thanked him for his
gallantry, and up we went together. D'Aucourt was about fifty years of
age, heavy-set, fat, but his face was pleasant to see, there was
animation in his features, he was witty and, what pleased me most of
all about him, he had a gentleness and honesty of character which
enchanted me from the first moment.
       "You must have the world's loveliest ass," said he, drawing me
to him and burrowing his hand beneath my skirts. His hand went
directly to my behind. "I am a connoisseur, and girls of your figure
and general look almost invariably possess striking asses. Why, look
here, didn't I tell you so?" he continued, after briefly palpating the
object, "how fresh and round it is!"
       And nimbly turning me around as with one hand he lifted my
skirts to my waist and with the other fondled the article, he fell to
work examining the altar to which he addressed his prayers.
       "Jesus!" he cried, "by the Saviour, 'tis really one of the
finest asses I have clapped eyes on in all my days and, believe me, I
have studied many. . . . Spread . . . Great God, behold that
strawberry! . . . allow me to suck it . . . devour it . . . 'tis
really a beautiful ass indeed, this one . . . eh, tell me, dearie,
have they given you the instructions?"
       "Yes, Monsieur."
       "They told you I have them shit?"
       "Yes, Monsieur."
       "But your health?" went on the capitalist, "there's nothing
amiss?"
       "Never fear, good sir."
       "It's simply, d'ye see, that I carry things rather far," he
went on, "and if you have the least illness or symptom, then I run a
great risk."
       "Sir," said I, "you can do absolutely anything you please, I
guarantee you I am as fit and sound and safe as a newborn babe; you
may act in confidence."
       After this preamble, d'Aucourt had me bend around toward him
and, all the while keeping my buttocks spread wide, and gluing his
mouth to mine, he sucked my saliva for fifteen minutes or so; he
withdrew his mouth in order to expectorate a little "fuck," and then
returned to his amorous mouth pumping.
       "Spit into my mouth, spit," he repeated, "from time to time,
fill it with saliva."
       And then I felt his tongue run over my gums, drive as far as
possible into my mouth, and I had the impression it was endeavoring to
draw everything out of me.
       "Excellent," said he, "I'm getting stiff. Let's go to work."
       Then he fell to contemplating my buttocks again, ordering me to
encourage the rise of his prick. I pulled out a strange little engine
three inches thick and only five long; it was as hard as a cobblestone
and full of fire.
       "Remove your skirts," d'Aucourt told me, "while I take off my
breeches; your buttocks and mine too have to be thoroughly at their
ease for the ceremony we are about to execute."
       Then, once I had obeyed him:
       "Lift your blouse further up, that's it, close to your corset,"
he continued, "and see to it your behind is absolutely disencumbered.
. . . Lie on your stomach upon the bed."
       He fetched up a chair and seated himself by the bed, then
returned to caressing my bum, the mere sight of which appeared to
intoxicate him; he spread my buttocks for a moment and I felt his
tongue sound deep into my entrails, this, said he, in order beyond any
shadow of equivocation to verify whether indeed the hen were inclined
to lay; I report his own expressions to you. All this while, I was not
touching him, not at that stage, he was himself lightly stroking the
dry little member I had just brought from its lair.
       "Are you ready, my child?" he asked. "For it is high time we
undertake our task; your shit seems to me as it should be, I've
established that, remember to shit gradually, a little at a time, and
always wait until I have consumed one morsel before pushing out the
next. My operation takes quite a while, so don't be in haste. A light
slap on your ass will notify you that I'm ready for more, but see to
it that I get no more than a bite."
       Having then adopted the most comfortable position, he glued his
mouth to the object of his worship, and in less time than it takes to
tell I delivered a gobbet of shit the size of a pigeon's egg. He
sucked it, turned it a thousand times about in his mouth, chewed it,
savored it, at the end of three or four minutes I distinctly saw him
swallow it; I push again, the same ceremony is repeated, and as I had
a prodigious charge to be rid of, ten times over he filled his mouth
and emptied it, and even after all was done he seemed famished still.
       "That is all, Monsieur," I said when I had finished, "I'm
pushing in vain now."
       "It's all over, is it, my little dear? Why, then I believe I'll
discharge, yes, discharge while paying my respects to this superb ass.
Oh, Great God, what pleasure you give me! I've never eaten more
delicious shit, I'd swear to that before any jury. Give it to me,
bring it hither, hither, my angel, bring me your matchless ass to
suck, let me devour it."
       And thrusting what seemed to be twelve inches of tongue through
my anus and while doing so manualizing himself, the libertine spatters
his fuck over my legs, not without uttering a host of obscene words
and oaths necessary, apparently, to the crowning of his ecstasy.
       When at last it was all over, he sat down, invited me to sit
beside him and, regarding me with great interest, asked whether I were
not tired of the life of the brothel and if I should not be pleased to
come across someone who would extricate me from it; seeing he had
taken a fancy to me, I began to demur, and to spare you a long story
which could not possibly be of any interest to you, after an hour of
debating I let myself be won over, and it was decided that on the
following day I would take up quarters in his home in return for
twenty louis per month and board; that as he was a widower, I could
conveniently occupy a large apartment in his town house; that I would
have a maid to wait upon me and the society of three of his friends
and their mistresses with whom he got together for libertine suppers
four times each week, sometimes at his own establishment, sometimes at
one of theirs; that my one obligation, and occupation, would be to eat
a great deal, and always the fare he had served to me, because, doing
what he did, it were essential I be fed on a diet which accorded with
his taste - to eat a great deal, I say, to sleep long and soundly in
order that my digestion be good and thorough, to purge myself
regularly once a month, and to shit in his mouth twice every day; that
this rate of shit consumption, or rather of shit production, ought not
to frighten me because, by stuffing me with food, as he planned to do,
I would perhaps hear the call not twice but three times a day. The
capitalist presented me with a very pretty diamond in token of his
eagerness to conclude the bargain; then he embraced me, told me to
settle my affairs with Fournier and to be ready the following morning,
at which time he would come to fetch me himself. My farewells were
quickly said; my heart regretted nothing, for it knew nothing of the
art of forming attachments, but my pleasures regretted the loss of
Eugnie, with whom for six months I had enjoyed an exceedingly
intimate liaison; I left. D'Aucourt received me with wonderful
graciousness and himself took me to the very pretty suite which was to
be my new habitation; I was soon fully installed. I was expected,
indeed condemned, to eat four meals whence were excluded a great
number of things I should have adored having: I had to go without
fish, oysters, salted meat, eggs, and every kind of dairy product; but
on the other hand I was so well recompensed that in truth I had no
real grounds for complaint. The basis of an ordinary repast consisted
of an immense quantity of breast of chicken, of boned fowl prepared
and presented in every imaginable fashion, little beef or other red
meat, nothing that contained grease, very little bread or fruit. I had
to eat these foods even for breakfast in the morning and, in the
afternoon, at tea; at these hours, they were served me without bread,
and d'Aucourt gradually induced me entirely to abstain from bread;
ever since then I've not eaten it at all, and I've also given up heavy
soups. The result of this diet, as my lover had calculated, was two
bowel movements per day, and the stools were very soft, very sweet,
somewhat small but, so d'Aucourt maintained, of an exquisite taste
which could not be obtained by ordinary nourishment; and d'Aucourt was
a man whose opinion deserved to be accorded some weight, for he was a
connoisseur. Our operations were performed when he awoke and when he
retired for the night. Their details were more or less what I have
already given you: he would always begin with a prolonged sucking of
my mouth, which I had always to present him in its natural state, that
is to say, unwashed: I was only allowed to rinse it out afterward. He
would not, furthermore, discharge every time he dined, our
arrangements did not in any way bind him to fidelity. D'Aucourt kept
me as the pice de rsistance, I was the roast beef, as it were, but
that did not prevent him from sallying forth every morning for a
nibble of lunch somewhere else.
       Two days after I had arrived, his comrades in debauch came for
an evening at his home, and as each of the three boasted, in the taste
we are presently analyzing, a superficially different although
fundamentally identical passion, by your leave, Messieurs, every
little example adding to our collection, I shall devote a few words to
the fantasies in which they indulged themselves.
       The guests arrived. The first was an elderly parliamentarian,
in his sixties, and named d'Erville; his mistress was a woman of
forty, exceedingly handsome, and having no visible defect other than
certain excess of flesh: her name was Madame du Cange. The second was
a retired military officer of between forty-five and fifty, he was
called Desprs, his mistress was an attractive young person of
twenty-six, blond, and having as lovely a body as you may hope to
find: her name was Marianne. The third was an abbot, sixty years old,
Du Coudrais by name; his mistress was a lad of sixteen, pretty as a
star, whom the good ecclesiastic passed off as his nephew.
       The table was laid in that part of the house near my chambers;
the meal was festive, the fare delicate, and I remarked that the young
lady and the youth were on a diet very similar to mine. Characters
declared themselves while we dined; it was impossible to be more a
libertine than d'Erville; his eyes, his speech, his gestures,
everything about him proclaimed debauchery, libertinage was painted in
his every line; there was more of the restrained, the deliberate in
Desprs, but lust was none the less the soul of his existence; as for
the abbot, he was the world's most arrant, boldest atheist:
blasphemies flew from his lips with virtually every word he
pronounced; with regard to the ladies, they emulated their lovers,
tattled and chattered a blue streak but in a rather agreeable tone;
the young boy struck me as being as great a fool as he was a pretty
one, and du Cange, who seemed smitten by him, cast a series of tender
glances toward him, every one of which he failed even to notice.
       All propriety had vanished by the time dessert arrived, and the
conversation had become as filthy as the goings on: d'Erville
congratulated d'Aucourt upon his latest acquisition and begged to know
whether my ass had any merit, and if I shitted pleasantly.
       "Oh, by God," my capitalist replied with a smile, "you've only
to establish the facts for yourself; we hold our goods in common, you
know, and lend one another our mistresses quite as willingly as we do
our purses."
       "Why," d'Erville murmured, "I believe I will have a peek."
       Taking me by the hand at once, he proposed that we repair to a
closet together. As I was hesitating, du Cange raised her brows and
said in a rude voice:
       "Be off with you, Mademoiselle, we don't stand on ceremony
here. I'll look after your lover while you're away."
       And d'Aucourt, whose eyes I consulted, having made a sign of
approbation, I followed the old legislator. 'Tis he, Messieurs, and
the other two as well, who are going to offer you the three
demonstrations of the taste we are currently studying and which should
compose the better part of today's narrations.
       As soon as I was closeted with d'Erville, he, very much warmed
by the drink he had imbibed, kissed me upon the mouth with extreme
enthusiasm, and in so doing belched a few hiccups into my mouth, which
nearly made me eject from that orifice what, a few minutes later, he
seemed to have the most pressing desire to see emerge from another. He
lifted my skirts, examined my behind with all the lubricity of a
consummate libertine, then informed me he was not at all surprised at
d'Aucourt's choice, for indeed, said he, I had one of the most
beautiful asses in Paris. He besought me to commence with a few farts,
and after he had absorbed a half dozen of them, he returned to kissing
my mouth, the while fondling me and vigorously spreading my buttocks.
       "Are you beginning to feel the need?" he asked.
       "I feel little else," I replied.
       "Very well, my pretty child, be so good as to shit upon this
dish."
       He had brought with him one of white porcelain, he held it
while I pushed, and scrupulously examined the turd as it emerged from
my behind, a delicious spectacle which, so he maintained, intoxicated
him with pleasure. When I had finished, he picked up the plate,
ecstatically inhaled the voluptuous product it contained, handled,
kissed, sniffed the turd, then telling me he could bear it no longer,
and that it was now lust wherewith he was drunk thanks to this, the
most sublime piece of shit he had ever seen, he bade me suck his
prick; although there was nothing in any way agreeable about this
operation, fear of angering d'Aucourt by not co-operating with his
friend induced me to accede to everything. He settled himself in an
armchair, or rather sprawled sideways in it, having deposited the
plate on a neighboring table upon which he also rested half his body,
his nose buried in the shit; he extended his legs, and I, having drawn
up a low chair and having pulled from his fly a mere suspicion of a
very soft prick instead of a real member, despite my repugnance I fell
to sucking this miserable relic, hoping that a mouthing would give it
at least a little consistency. It did not: once I had taken the
wretched object into my mouth, the libertine started his operation and
thrust into his the pretty little egg, all bright and new, which I had
just laid for him; he did not eat it, he battened upon it: the game
lasted three minutes, during which his squirmings, shudderings,
contortions, declared a very ardent and a very expressive delight. But
it was all in vain, not a trace of solidity appeared in that ugly
little stub of a tool which, after having wept tears of chagrin into
my mouth, withdrew itself more ashamed than ever and left its master
in that prostration, in that abandon, in that exhaustion which is the
certain consequence of a potent draught of pleasure.
       "Ah," said the parliamentarian, "I forswear my faith; never
have I seen anyone shit like that."
       Upon returning to the dining room we found only the abbot and
his nephew, and as they were operating, I can give you the essential
particulars at once. Whereas the others exchanged mistresses in this
little society, nothing could induce Du Coudrais to do so: always
content with what he had, he never accepted a substitute for it; he
would not have been able, I was informed, to amuse himself with a
woman; but in every other respect, he and d'Aucourt were alike. He
went about his ceremony in the same way, what was more, and when we
entered the room the youngster was lying belly down upon the edge of a
divan, presenting his ass to his dear uncle who, kneeling down before
it, was lovingly receiving into his mouth and steadily consuming all
the lad was producing, the while frigging an exceedingly small prick
we observed dangling between his thighs. The abbot discharged, our
presence notwithstanding, and swore that the boy was shitting better
with every day that passed.
       Marianne and d'Aucourt, who were amusing themselves together,
soon reappeared and were followed by Desprs and du Cange who, they
said, had only been cuddling and volleying while waiting for me.
       "Because," said Desprs, "she and I are old acquaintances,
whereas you, my lovely queen, you whom I see for the first time,
inspire in me the most ardent desire for a more thorough amusement."
       "But," I objected, "Monsieur d'Erville has taken it all; I have
nothing more to offer you."
       "Why indeed!" he said with a merry laugh, "indeed, I ask
nothing from you, I'll furnish all that is needed. I merely require
your fingers."
       Curious to learn the meaning of this enigma, I accompany him,
and as soon as we are alone together, he asks to kiss my ass for a
brief minute. I raise it toward him and after two or three licks and
sucks at the hole, he unbuttons his breeches and bids me do unto him
what he has just done in my behalf. His posture excited my suspicions:
he was seated facing the back of a chair, by clinging to which he kept
his balance, and beneath him was a pot waiting to be filled; and so,
observing he was ready to perform all by himself, I asked why it were
necessary for me to kiss his ass.
       "Nothing could be more necessary, my heart," he replied; "for
my ass, in all of France the most capricious of asses, never shits
save when kissed."
       I obeyed, but took care to stay clear of danger; perceiving my
cautious maneuvering:
       "Closer, for God's sake, get closer, sweetie," he said in an
imperious tone. "Are you afraid of a little shit?"
       And so at last, in order to be friendly, I brought my lips to
the vicinity of the hole; but he no sooner felt them there than he
tripped the spring, the eruption was so violent one of my cheeks was
splashed from temple to chin. He needed but one shot to submerge the
plate; never in my life had I seen such a turd: all by itself it would
easily have filled a very deep salad bowl. Our man snatches it up,
takes it with him, and lies down on the edge of the bed, presents his
entirely beshitted ass, and orders me to play with it while he feasts
upon what has just darted out of his entrails. Filthy as his bum was,
I had to obey. "His mistress doubtless does as much," I said to
myself; "I must be as obliging as she." I plunge three fingers into
the murky aperture pleading for my attentions; our man is beside
himself with joy, he falls upon his own excrements, daubs his face
with them, wallows in them, feeds upon them, one of his hands holds
the plate, the other jostles his prick rising up majestically between
his thighs; I redouble my efforts, they are not in vain, I feel his
anus contract around my fingers, this reports that his erector muscles
are about to launch the seed, the prospect delights me, the plate is
licked clean, and my partner discharges.
       Once again back in the salon, I find my inconstant d'Aucourt
with the lovely Marianne; the rascal had also made use of her. The
only one who remained was the page boy, with whom, I believe, he might
also have come to terms had the jealous abbot only consented to
relinquish him for half an hour. When everyone had returned, they all
spoke of removing their clothes and of performing a few extravagances
in front of each other. The idea struck me as excellent, for it would
enable me to see Marianne's body, which I had the greatest desire to
examine; it proved delicious, firm, fair, splendidly proportioned, and
her ass, which I fondled several times in a joking manner, seemed to
me a veritable masterpiece.
       "What do you want with such a pretty girl?" I asked Desprs.
"For the pleasure you appear to cherish places no emphasis upon
looks."
       "Ah," said he, "you don't know all my mysterious little ways."
       I was absolutely unable to learn more about them, and although
I lived for more than a year with d'Aucourt, and was present at every
get-together, neither Desprs nor Marianne wished to clarify anything
to me, and I remained in entire ignorance of their secret
intelligences which, of whatever kind they may have been, did not
prevent the taste her lover used to satisfy with me from being an
authentic and distinct passion worthy in every respect of inclusion in
our anthology. Whatever he did with Marianne, I supposed, must have
been merely episodic and either has been or certainly will be related
at some one of our sessions.
       After some rather indecent libertine stunts, some farts, yet a
few more little turds or turdlets, we had considerable talk and
sounding impieties on the part of the abbot, who seemed to locate one
of his most perfect lecheries in ungodly conduct and discourse; after
all this, everyone put on his clothes again and went off to bed. The
next morning, as usual, I appeared in d'Aucourt's room as he was
preparing to arise, and neither of us reprimanded the other for our
little infidelities of the evening before. He said that, with the
exception of myself, he knew of no girl who shitted better than did
Marianne; I put several questions to him, asking what she did with a
lover who was so admirably self-sufficient, and d'Aucourt replied that
all this was a secret between the two of them and they had never
seemed willing to disclose it. And we, my own lover and I, went on
with our usual little tricks.
       I was not as confined at d'Aucourt's house as I had been
before; I sometimes ventured abroad; he had complete faith, he told
me, in my honesty, I could very well see what danger I would be
exposing him to were I to impair my health, and he left me to my own
devices. With what regarded the health in which, most selfishly, he
took such a keen interest, I did nothing to betray his trust, but as
for the rest, I considered myself free to do just about everything
that would earn me any money. And so, being repeatedly solicited by
Fournier who was eager to arrange parties for me at her establishment,
I lent my talents to every project wherefrom I was assured an
honorable profit. I was no longer one of her crew, I was a young lady
kept by a farmer-general; would I have the great kindness to give
Madame Fournier an hour of my valuable time and pass at her
establishment on such and such a day, etc., etc. You may fancy how
well that paid. It was in the course of these brief distractions that
I encountered the new shit worshiper I'll discuss next.

       "Just one instant," put in the Bishop. "I did not want to
interrupt you until you reached the end of a chapter; you seem to be
at one now. Would you therefore have the kindness to shed some
additional light upon two or three essential points in this latest
party? When you celebrated the orgies after your interview with
Desprs, did the abbot, who until then had been caressing his bardash
only, commit acts of infidelity? In a word, did he lay hands upon you?
did the others desert their women for the boy?"
       "Monseigneur," said Duclos, "the abbot never once left his
little boy; he scarcely so much as glanced at us even though we were
naked and all but on top of him. But he toyed with d'Aucourt's ass and
Desprs' and also d'Erville's: he kissed them, sucked them, d'Aucourt
and d'Erville shitted into his mouth and he swallowed the better part
of each of those two turds. But he would not touch the women. The same
was not true of the three other friends relative to his youthful
bardash; they kissed him, licked his asshole, and Desprs went off
alone with him for I have no idea what exercise."
       "Excellent," said the Bishop. "You observe that you failed to
mention everything, and that what you have just recounted forms still
another passion, since it figures the taste of a man who has other men
shit in his mouth, and quite mature men at that."
       "That is true, Monseigneur," Duclos admitted, "I confess my
error but am not sorry for it, because the soiree has drawn to a close
and has indeed been overlong. The bell we are about to hear struck
would have indicated that I did not have sufficient time to end the
story I was preparing to begin, and with your gracious leave we will
postpone it until tomorrow."
       The bell did indeed ring and as no one had discharged during
the sitting and as every prick was, however, mightily aloft, they only
betook themselves to supper after promising to make good their loss at
the orgies. But the impetuous Duc was never able to postpone important
business and having ordered Sophie to present her buttocks, he had
that lovely child shit, and he swallowed her turd for dessert. Durcet,
the Bishop, and Curval, all similarly occupied, concluded the same
operation, the first with Hyacinthe, the second with Cladon, the
third with Adonis. The last named, having failed to give ample
satisfaction, was inscribed in the punishment book, and Curval,
swearing like a trooper, revenged himself upon Thrse's ass, which
exploded, at point-blank range, the most ponderous turd imaginable.
The orgies were eminently libertine and Durcet, forsaking youthful
turds, said that for the evening's games he would have none but what
his three old friends could yield him. They humored him with passing
fair performances, and the little libertine discharged like a stallion
while devouring Curval's shit. Night came at last to restore some
measure of calm to so much intemperance, and to restore as well our
libertines' desires and faculties.
