                         THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY

       There is a proverb - and what splendid things proverbs are -
there is one, I say, which maintains that the appetite is restored by
eating. This proverb, coarse, nay, vulgar though it be, has none the
less a very extensive significance: to wit, that, by dint of
performing horrors, one's desire to commit additional ones is whetted,
and that the more of them one commits, the more of them one desires.
       Well, such exactly was the case with our insatiable libertines.
Through unpardonable harshness, through a detestable refinement of
debauchery, they, as we know, had condemned their wives to render them
the vilest and most unclean services upon their emergence from the
privy. They were not content with that, and on the 29th of November
they proclaimed a new (which appeared to have been inspired by the
previous night's sodomistical libertinage), a new law, I say, which
ruled that, as of the 1st of December, those wives would serve as the
only pots to their masters' needs, and that the said needs, both the
greater and the lesser, would never be executed anywhere save in their
wives' mouths; that whenever Messieurs were moved to satisfy these
fundamental urges, they would be followed about by four sultanas who
would, once the urge had been satisfied, render them the service which
heretofore the wives had rendered them and which the said wives would
hereafter be unable to render them, since they were going to have
graver employment; that the four officiating sultanas would be Colombe
for Curval, Hb for the Duc, Rosette for the Bishop, and Michette for
Durcet; and that the least error or failure committed in the course of
either of these operations, whether in the course of that involving
the wives or in that other involving the four little girls, would be
punished with prodigious severity.
       The poor women had no sooner learned of this new regulation
than they wept and wrung their hands, unfortunately, it was all but in
vain. It was however ordained that each wife would serve her husband,
and Aline the Bishop, and that for this one operation Messieurs would
not be allowed to exchange them. Two of the duennas were ordered to
take turns presenting themselves for the same service, and the time
for their rendering it was unalterably fixed at the hour Messieurs
would depart the evening orgies; it was decided that Messieurs would
at all times proceed to this ritual in each other's company, that
while the elders were operating, the four sultanas, while waiting to
give the service required of them, would make conspicuous display of
their asses, and that the elders would move from one anus to the next,
to press it, open it, and encourage it generally to function. This
regulation promulgated, the friends proceeded that morning to
administer the punishments which had not been distributed the night
before because of the decision to perform the orgies with the
assistance of men only.
       The operation was undertaken in the sultanas' quarters; they
were all eight taken care of, and after them came Adelaide, Aline, and
Cupidon, who also were included upon the fatal list; the ceremony,
with the details and all the protocol observed under such
circumstances, dragged on for nearly four hours, at the end of which
their Lordships descended to dinner, their heads swimming, especially
Curval's head, for he, prodigiously cherishing these exercises, never
took part in them without the most definite erection. As for the Duc,
he had discharged in the thick of the fray, and so had Durcet. This
latter, who was beginning to develop a very mischievous libertine
testiness toward his wife Adelaide, was unable to discipline her
without shudders of pleasure which ultimately loosened his seed.
       Dinner was, as usual, followed by coffee; Messieurs, disposed
to have some neat little asses on hand, had appointed Zphyr and Giton
to serve the cups, and to these two might have added a large number of
others; but there was not one sultana whose ass was in anything like
an appropriate state. In accordance with schedule, the coffee-serving
team was rounded out by Colombe and Michette. Curval, examining
Colombe's ass, the bedaubed condition whereof, in part the Prsident's
own work, generated some singular desires in him, thrust his prick
between her thighs from behind, while so doing fondling her buttocks
vivaciously; now and again, as it moved to and fro, his engine, as if
through maladdress, nudged up against the dear little hole he would
have given a kingdom to perforate. For a moment he studied it
attentively.
       "O sacred God," he said, turning to his friends, "I'll pay the
society two hundred louis on the spot for leave to fuck this ass."
       Reason prevailed, however, he kept a grip upon himself and did
not even discharge. But the Bishop had Zphyr discharge into his mouth
and yielded up his own sanctified fuck as he swallowed that delicious
child's; Durcet had himself kicked in the ass by Giton, then had Giton
shit, and remained chaste. Messieurs removed to the auditorium, where
each father, by an arrangement which was encountered rather
frequently, had his daughter on his couch beside him; breeches
lowered, they listened to our talented storyteller's five tales.

       It seemed as though, since the day I had so exactly executed
Fournier's pious will, happiness smiled ever more warmly upon my
house, said that distinguished whore. Never had I had so many wealthy
acquaintances.
       The Benedictine prior, among my most faithful clients, one day
came to tell me that, having heard of a quite remarkable fantasy and
having subsequently observed it performed by one of his friends who
was wild about it, he had a powerful desire to enact it himself, and
hence he asked me for a girl well fledged with hair. I gave him a big
creature of twenty-eight years who had veritable thickets both under
the arms and upon her mound. "Splendid," said the prior upon beholding
the goods, "that's just what I need." And as he and I were very
closely attached to each other, as we had taken many a gay tumble
together, he made no objections when I requested leave to watch him at
work. He had the girl undress and half recline upon a couch, her arms
extended above her head, and, armed with a sharp pair of scissors he
set to cropping the hear beneath her arms. Once he had clipped away
every bit of it, he turned to her mound, and barbered it also, but so
thoroughly that when he was done one would never have believed the
least vestige of hair had ever grown on any of the areas he had worked
over. The job done, he kissed the parts he'd shorn and spurted his
fuck upon that hairless mound, in a perfect ecstasy over the fruit of
his labor.
       Another required a doubtless much more bizarre ceremony: I am
thinking now of the Duc de Florville; I was advised to bring him one
of the most beautiful women I could find. A manservant welcomed us at
the Duc's mansion, and we entered by a side door.
       "We will now prepare this attractive creature," the valet said
to me; "for there are several adjustments to be made in order that she
be in a state to amuse my Lord the Duc . . . come with me."
       By way of detours and corridors equally somber and immense, we
finally reached a lugubrious suite of rooms, lighted only by six
tapers placed on the floor around a mattress covered with black satin;
the entire room was hung in funereal stuffs, and the sight, as we
entered, woke the worst apprehensions in us.
       "Calm your fears," said our guide, "you will not suffer the
least hurt; but be ready for anything," he added, speaking to the
girl, "and above all see to it that you do everything I tell you."
       He had her remove all her clothes, loosened her coiffure, and
indicated she was to leave her hair, which was superb, to hang free.
Next, he bade her lie down upon the mattress surrounded by tall
candles, enjoined her to feign death and to be exceedingly careful,
throughout the whole of the scene to follow, neither to stir nor
breathe more deeply than she had to.
       "For if unhappily my master, who is going to imagine you are
really dead, perceives you are only pretending, he'll be furious, will
leave you at once, and surely will not pay you a sou."
       Directly he had placed the girl upon the pallet in the attitude
of a corpse, he had her twist her mouth in such a way as to give the
impression of pain, her eyes too were to suggest she had died in
agony; he scattered her tresses over her naked breast, lay a dagger
beside her, and near her heart smeared chicken's blood, painting a
wound the size of one's hand.
       "I repeat to you," he said to the girl, "be not afraid, you
have nothing to say, nothing to do, you have simply to remain
absolutely still and to draw your breath at the moments when you see
he is farthest from you. And now, Madame," the valet said to me, "we
may withdraw from the room. Come with me, please; that you not be
worried about your girl, I am going to place you where you will be
able to hear and watch the entire scene."
       We quit the room, leaving the girl, who was not without her
misgivings, but whom the manservant's speeches had reassured somewhat.
He conducts me to a small chamber adjoining the apartment where the
mystery is to be celebrated, and through a crack between two panels,
over which the black material was hung, I could hear everything. To
see was still easier, for the material was only crepe, I could
distinguish objects on the other side quite as clearly as if I had
been in the room itself.
       The valet drew the cord that rang a bell, that was the signal,
and a few minutes later we saw a tall, thin, wasted man of about sixty
enter upon the stage. Beneath a loose-flowing dressing robe of India
taffeta he was completely naked. He halted upon coming through the
doorway; I had best tell you now that the Duc, supposing he was
absolutely alone, had not the faintest idea his actions were being
observed.
       "Ah, what a beautiful corpse!" he exclaimed at once. "Death . .
. 'tis beautiful to behold. . . . But, my God, what's this!" said he
upon catching sight of the blood, the knife. "It must have been an
assassin . . . only a moment ago . . . ah, Great God, how stiff he
must be now, the person who did that."
       And, frigging himself:
       "How I would have loved to see him strike that blow!"
       And fondling the corpse, moving his hand over its belly:
       "Pregnant? . . . No, apparently not. What a pity."
       And continuing to explore with his hands:
       "Superb flesh! It's still warm . . . a lovely breast."
       Wherewith he bent over her and kissed her mouth with incredible
emotion:
       "Still drooling," he said; "how I adore this saliva!"
       And once again he drove his tongue almost into her gullet; no
one could possibly have played the role more convincingly than did
that girl, she lay stock-still, and whenever the Duc drew near she
ceased entirely to breathe. Finally, he rolled her over upon her
stomach:
       "I must have a look at this lovely ass," he murmured.
       And after having scanned it:
       "Jesus Christ! What matchless buttocks!"
       And then he opened them, kissed them, and we distinctly saw him
place his tongue in that cunning little hole.
       "Oh, upon my word!" he cried, sweating with admiration, "this
is certainly one of the most superb corpses I have ever seen in my
life; happy he who took this girl's life, oh, enviable person, what
pleasure he must have known!"
       The very idea made him discharge; he was lying beside her,
squeezing her, his thighs glued against her buttocks, and he
discharged upon her asshole, giving out unbelievable signs of
pleasure, and, as he yielded his sperm, crying like a demon:
       "Ah fuck, fuck, ah good God, if only I had killed her, if only
I had been the one!"
       Thus the operation ended, the libertine rose and disappeared;
we entered the room to resurrect our brave little friend. She was
exhausted, unable to budge: constraint, fright, everything had numbed
her senses, she was about ready in all earnestness to become the
character she had just personified so expertly. We departed with four
louis the valet gave us; as you may well imagine, he doubtless
surrendered no more than half of our pay.

       "Ye living gods!" cried Curval, "now that is a passion! To say
the least, the thing has flavor, aroma."
       "I'm as stiff as a mule," said the Duc; "I'll stake my fortune
on it, that fellow had other tricks up his sleeve."
       "Right you are, my Lord," said Martaine; "he now and again
employed a greater realism. I think Madame Desgranges and I have
evidence to prove it to you."
       "And what the devil are you going to do while waiting?" Curval
asked the Duc.
       "Don't disturb me, don't disturb me," the Duc shouted, "I'm
fucking my daughter, I'm pretending she's dead."
       "Rascal," Curval rejoined, "that makes two crimes in your
head."
       "Ah, by fuck," said the Duc, "would that they were more real. .
. ."
       And his impure seed burst into Julie's vagina.
       "Well now, Duclos, what comes next? Go on with your stories,"
said he as soon as he had finished his affair, "go on, my dear friend,
don't allow the Prsident to discharge, for I can hear him over there
effecting an incestuous connection with his daughter; the funny little
fellow is working up some evil ideas in his head; his parents have
made me his tutor, they expect me to keep an eye on his behavior and
I'd be distressed were it to become perverted."
       "Too late," said Curval, "too late, old man, I'm discharging;
ah, Christ be doublefucked, 'tis a pretty death."
       And while encunting Adelaide, the scoundrel fancied to himself,
as had the Duc, that he was fucking his murdered daughter; O
incredible distraction of the mind of a libertine, who can naught
hear, naught see, but he would imitate it that instant!
       "Duclos, you must indeed continue," said the Bishop, "else I'll
be seduced by those bawdy fellows' example, and in my present state I
might carry things a good deal further than they."

       Some time after that last adventure I went alone to the home of
another libertine, said Duclos, whose mania, more humiliating perhaps,
was not however so saturnine. He receives me in a drawing room whose
floor was covered with a very handsome rug. He bids me remove all I am
wearing and then, having me get down on my hands and knees:
       "Let's see," says he, stroking and patting the heads of two
great Danes lying on either side of his chair, "let's see whether you
are as nimble and quick as my dogs. Ready? Go get it!"
       And with that he tosses some large roasted chestnuts on the
floor; speaking to me as if I were an animal, he says:
       "Go fetch them!"
       I run on all fours after a chestnut, thinking it best to play
the game with good humor and enter into the spirit of his
eccentricity; I run along, I say, I endeavor to bring back the
chestnuts, but the two dogs, also springing forward, outrun me, seize
the chestnuts, and take them back to their master.
       "Well, you're clearly in need of some practice before you'll be
in good form," said the gentleman; "it's not, by chance, that you are
afraid my dogs might bite you? Don't worry yourself about them, my
dear, they'll do you no harm, but inwardly, you know, they'll look
down upon you if they see that you're a clumsy creature. So let's try
again - try harder. Here's your chance to get even . . . bring it
back!"
       Another chestnut thrown, another victory carried off by the
dogs, another defeat for me; well, to make a long story short, the
game lasted two hours, during which I managed to get the chestnut only
once and to bring it back in my mouth to him who had thrown it. But
whether triumphant or bested, never did the dogs do me any harm; on
the contrary, they seemed to be having a good time playing and to be
amused by me, quite as though I were a dog too.
       "That's enough," said the gentleman. "You've worked hard
enough; it's time to eat."
       He rang, a servant entered.
       "Bring some food for my animals," he said.
       And a moment later the servant returned, carrying an ebony
feeding trough which was filled with a kind of very delicate chopped
meat. He set the trough on the floor.
       "Very well," my gentlemen said to me, "get down and eat with my
dogs, and try to put on a better show while eating than you did while
playing."
       There was nothing for me to reply; I had to obey. Still on all
fours, I plunged my head into the trough; the trough was very clean,
the food very good, I fell to munching away beside the dogs, which
very politely moved over, leaving me peacefully to my share. And that
was the critical instant for our libertine; the humiliation of a
woman, the degradation to which he reduced her, wonderfully stimulated
his spirits.
       "Oh, the buggress!" said he, frigging himself assiduously, "the
tramp, look at her there, gorging herself with the dogs, that's how
one should deal with all women, and if they were to be handled thus,
we'd have no more sauciness from them, ah no! Domestic animals like
those dogs, why should they not be treated in the same way? Ah!
impudent bitch that you are, whore, slime, scum!" he cried, stepping
near and spraying his fuck over my bum, "buggress, I'll have you eat
with my dogs."
       And that was the end of that; our man vanished, I dressed
promptly, and lying by my mantelet I found two louis, the current
price and doubtless the one the rogue was accustomed to paying for his
pleasures.
       At this point, Messieurs, Duclos continued, I am obliged to
retrace my steps and, by way of conclusion to the evening's
narrations, to recount two adventures I had during my youth. As they
are somewhat on the strong side, they would have been out of place
amidst the mild escapades with which you had me start at the beginning
of the month; and so I set them aside and kept them for the end of my
contribution.
       I was only sixteen at the time, and was still with Madame
Gurin; I had been sent to the home of a man of unchallenged
distinction, and, upon arriving there, was simply told to wait in a
small antechamber, told to be at my ease, told to be sure to obey the
lord who would soon be coming to sport with me; but they were careful
not to tell me anything else: I'd not have had such a fright if I'd
been forewarned, and our libertine would certainly not have had as
much pleasure. I had been in the room for about an hour when the door
opened at last. It was the master of the house himself.
       "What the devil are you doing here," he demanded with an air of
surprise, "at this time of day? . . . What about it, whore!" he cries,
seizing me by the throat and all but choking the breath out of me,
"what about it! Has the slut come here to rob me?"
       He calls to someone, a trustworthy servant immediately appears.
       "La Fleur," says his angry master, "I've got a thief here; she
was hiding when I came in. Strip her and prepare to carry out the
orders I give you."
       La Fleur does as he is told, I am despoiled of my clothes in a
trice, they are tossed aside as they are peeled off my body.
       "Very well," the libertine says to his servant, "go find a
sack, then sew this creature up inside it and toss her into the
river."
       The valet goes to find the sack. I leave it to you to wonder
whether I did not take advantage of these few moments to cast myself
at the nobleman's feet and beg him to spare me, assuring him that it
was Madame Gurin, his usual procuress, who had herself sent me to his
house. But the lewd gentleman will have none of it, he grasps my two
buttocks, and kneading them brutally between his fists:
       "Why, fuck my eyes," says he, "I think I'll feed this pretty
ass to the fish."
       That was the single lubricious action he seemed inclined to
permit himself, and until then he had exposed nothing which might have
led me to suppose libertinage had something to do with the scene. The
valet returns, bringing a sack with him; despite all my protests, and
they were heated, I am dumped into it, the mouth of the sack is sewn
up, and La Fleur lifts me upon his shoulders. It was then I heard the
effects of our libertine's mounting crisis; he had probably begun to
frig himself as soon as I had been put in the sack. At the same
instant La Fleur raised me to his shoulders, the villain's fuck
departed him.
       "Into the river, into the river, do you hear me, La Fleur?" he
said, stammering with pleasure. "Yes, into the river with her, and
you'll slip a stone into the sack, so that the whore will drown all
the more quickly."
       And that was all he had to say, I was borne out, we went into
the adjacent room where La Fleur, having ripped open the sack,
returned me my clothes, gave me two louis, and also gave me some
unequivocal proof of the manner, radically unlike his master's, in
which he conducted himself in the pursuit of happiness; then I
returned to Gurin's. I severely scolded Gurin for having sent me
there so poorly prepared; to placate me, she arranged another party:
it took place two days later, and I was even less well prepared for
the battle I was to wage with this new foe.
       More or less as in the adventure I have just related, I was to
go and wait in an antechamber of the apartment belonging to a
farmer-general, but this time I waited in the company of the valet
who, sent thither by his master, had come to fetch me at Gurin's. To
while away the time before my gentleman's arrival, the valet diverted
me by bringing out and displaying several precious stones kept in a
desk drawer in the room.
       "Bless me," said the good pander, "were you to take one or two
of them I don't fancy it would make much difference; the old Croesus
is so damned rich I wager he doesn't even know how many of 'em or what
kind he's got here in his desk. Go right ahead, if you like, don't
bother yourself about me, I'm not the sort of fellow to betray a
little friend."
       Alas! I was only too well disposed to follow this perfidious
advice; you know my predilections, I've told you about them; and so,
without his having to say another word, I put my hand upon a little
gold box worth seven or eight louis, not daring to make off with any
more valuable object. That was all that rascal of a valet desired, and
to avoid having to return to the matter later on, I afterward learned
that, had I refused to take something, he would, without my being
aware of it, have slipped a jewel or two into my pocket. The master
arrives, greets me with kindness and courtesy, the valet leaves the
room, we two remain there together. This man, unlike the other, amused
himself in a very real sense; he scattered a profusion of kisses over
my ass, had me flog him, fart in his mouth, he put his prick in mine,
and in one word had his fill of every kind and shape of lubricity save
for that sometimes sought in the cunt; but 'twas all to no purpose, he
did not discharge. The propitious moment for that had not yet come,
all this he had been doing was secondary, preparatory; you will soon
see to what it was leading.
       "Why, my stars!" he suddenly exclaimed, "it had entirely
slipped my mind. There's a domestic still waiting in the other room
for a gem I just a moment ago promised to give him for his master.
Excuse me, my dear, but I really must keep my word to him; then we'll
get back to work."
       Guilty of the little larceny I'd just committed at the
instigation of that accursed valet, you may well suppose that this
remark made me tremble. I thought for an instant to stop him, confess
to the theft, then I decided it would be better to play innocent and
run the risk. He opens the desk, looks through first one drawer then
the next, rummages about, and failing to find what he is after, he
darts furious glances at me.
       "You slut, you alone," says he, "apart from a valet in whom I
have entire confidence, you have been the only person to enter this
room during the past three hours; the article is missing; you must
have taken it."
       "Oh, Monsieur," I say, shaking in every limb, "you may be sure
I am incapable . . ."
       "Damn your eyes," he roars (now, you will remark that his
breeches were still unbuttoned, that his prick was protruding from
them, that this prick held a vertical slope; all this, you would
suppose, ought to have enlightened me and dispelled my fears, but I
had all but lost my head, and noticed nothing), "come along, buggress,
my valuable has got to be found."
       He ordered me to strip; twenty times I besought him on bended
knee to spare me the humiliation of such a search, he would be moved
by nothing, nothing melted him, he himself angrily tore off my
clothes, and as soon as I was naked, he went through my pockets and,
of course, it was not long before he came across the box.
       "Ah, you bitch!" he cried, "I need no more than that to be
convinced. So, buggress, you come to a man's house to steal from him?"
       And immediately summoning his lieutenant:
       "Go bring an officer of the police at once," he said.
       "Oh, Monsieur!" I cried, "have pity upon my youthful truancy, I
have been beguiled into this, 'twas not done of my own will, I was
told to . . ."
       "Well," the lecherous gentleman interrupted, "you will explain
all that to the officer, for I'll be damned if I don't mean to put a
stop to all this crime."
       The valet leaves again; the libertine, still wearing a blinding
erection, flings himself into an armchair and while he fumbles about
his crotch, he showers a thousand invectives upon me.
       "This tramp, this monster," said he, "she comes to my house to
rob me, I who wanted to give her the reward her services deserve . . .
ah, by God, we shall see."
       As he utters these words a knock is heard at the door, and I
see a gendarme enter.
       "Officer," says the master of the premises, "I have a thieving
wench here I wish to put in your safekeeping, and I turn her over to
you naked, for I put her in that state in order to search her
clothing; there is the girl, over there are her garments, and here is
the stolen article; I urge you to have her hanged, officer, and good
night to you."
       Whereupon he reeled backward, sat down in his chair, and
discharged.
       "Yes, hang the bitch, by sweet Jesus, I want to see her hanged,
officer, do you understand me? Hang her, that's all I ask of you!" he
fairly screamed.
       The pretended gendarme leads me away with my clothes and the
damning box, takes me into a nearby room, removes his uniform, and
reveals himself to be the same valet who received me and incited me to
steal; so upset had I been, I'd not recognized him hitherto.
       "Well, well!" said he, "were you frightened?"
       "Alas," I murmur, hardly able to speak, "out of my very wits."
       "It's all over," he said, "and here is your money."
       So saying, he presents me with the same box I had stolen, 'tis
a gift from his master, he restores my clothes to me, hands me a glass
of brandy, and escorts me back to Madame Gurin's.

       "That's an odd and pleasant mania," the Bishop observed; "the
major part of it can be extracted for use in other connections. My one
criticism is that it contains an excess of delicacy; you know, of
course, that I don't greatly favor mixing fine feelings with
libertinage. Leave that element out of it, I say, and from that story
one may learn the infallible method of preventing a whore from
complaining, regardless of the iniquitous ways one might be disposed
to take with her. One has only to proffer the bait, draw her into the
trap, and when you've caught her redhanded, why then you are at
liberty to do what you wish with her, there's nothing more to fear,
she won't dare emit a peep for fear either of being accused or the
object of your recriminations."
       "It is indeed," said Curval, "and I am sure that had I been in
that gentleman's place, I would have permitted myself to go somewhat
further, and you, my dear Duclos, might not have got off so lightly."
       The stories having been long that evening, the supper hour
arrived before Messieurs had the opportunity to indulge in any
frolicking. They thus repaired to table firmly resolved to make the
most of the period following the meal. It was then that, having
assembled the entire household, they decided to determine which of the
little girls and boys could be justifiably ranked as mature men and
women. To establish the critical facts, Messieurs thought best to frig
everyone of the one sex and of the other about whom they had any
doubts, or rather suspicions; amongst the women, they were sure of
Augustine, Fanny, and Zelmire: these three charming little creatures,
aged between fourteen and fifteen, all discharged in response to the
lightest touch; Hb and Michette, each being only twelve, were hardly
worth considering, and so it was simply a question of experimenting
with Sophie, Colombe, and Rosette, the first of whom was fourteen, the
latter two being thirteen years old.
       Amongst the boys, it was a matter of common knowledge that
Zphyr, Adonis, and Cladon shot their fuck like grown men; Giton and
Narcisse were too young to bother putting through their paces; the
abilities of Zlamir, Cupidon, and Hyacinthe remained to be
ascertained. The friends formed a circle about a pile of well-stuffed
pillows arranged on the floor, Champville and Duclos were nominated
for the pollutions; one, owing to her qualities as a tribade, was to
act as the young girls' fricatrice, the other, absolute mistress of
the art of frigging the male member, was to pollute the three little
lads. They entered the ring formed by the friends' chairs and filled
with pillows, and there Sophie, Colombe, Rosette, Zlamir, Cupidon,
and Hyacinthe were turned over to Champville and Duclos; and each
friend, the better to appreciate the spectacle, took a child between
his thighs: the Duc appropriated Augustine, Curval had Zelmire to do
his bidding, Durcet entrusted himself to Zphyr's skill, the Bishop
favored Adonis to supply his needs.
       The ceremony began with the boys; Duclos, her breasts and ass
uncovered, her sleeve rolled to the elbow, mobilized all her many
talents and set to polluting each of those delicious Ganymedes one
after the other. The human hand could not possibly have wandered and
tugged, squeezed and patted more voluptuously; her wrist, her fingers
flew with a deftness . . . her movements were of a delicacy and of a
willfulness . . . she offered those little boys her mouth, her breast,
her ass, made all of herself available with such art that there could
be no question but that they who were not finally to discharge had not
yet the power to do so. Zlamir and Cupidon hardened, but all Duclos'
lore, all her agility, was quite in vain. With Hyacinthe, however, the
storm burst after the sixth flick of the wrist: fuck leapt over
Duclos' breast, and the child went half out of his mind while fondling
her ass. Messieurs were careful to observe that throughout the entire
operation it had never once occurred to the lad to touch her in front.
       The girls' turn came next; virtually naked, her hair very
elegantly arranged and equally stylish in every other part of herself,
Champville did not look thirty years old, although she was fifty if a
day. The lubricity of this operation, whence, as a thoroughgoing
tribade, she expected to mine the greatest pleasure, animated her
large dark-brown eyes which, since her youth, had always been
extremely handsome. She put at least as much verve, daring, and
brilliance into her actions as Duclos had into hers, she
simultaneously polluted the clitoris, the entrance to the vagina, and
the asshole, but Nature developed nothing worthy of notice in Colombe
and Rosette; there was not even the faintest appearance of pleasure in
their expressions. But things were not thus with the beautiful Sophie:
the tenth digital foray brought her fainting upon Champville's breast;
little broken sighs, little panting sounds, the tender shade of
crimson which sprang into her lovely cheeks, her parted lips which
grew moist, everything manifested the delirium whereinto Nature had
hurled her, and she was declared a woman. The Duc, his device as solid
as a mace, ordered Champville to frig her a second time, and when she
discharged afresh, the villain chose that moment to mix his impure
fuck with that young virgin's. As for Curval, he had wrought his fell
deed between Zelmire's thighs, and the two others theirs with the
young boys they held locked between their legs.
       The company retired for the night, and the following morning
having furnished no event which deserves to be cited in this catalogue
of exceptional feats, and dinner having furnished nothing, nor coffee,
we shall remove at once to the auditorium, where the magnificently
arrayed Duclos appears once again upon the platform, this time to end,
with five new stories, the one hundred and fifty narrations which have
been entrusted to her for the thirty days of the month of November.
