                            THE FIFTH DAY

       That morning it was Curval's duty to lend his presence at the
academy of masturbation, and as the little girls were beginning to
make tangible progress, he was hard put to resist the multiplying
thumps and jerks and the variegated but universally lubricious
postures of these eight charming little maids. Wishing to keep his
weapon charged, he withdrew without firing it, lunch was announced,
and at table the friends decreed that Messieurs' four young lovers, to
wit: Zphyr, the Duc's favorite; Adonis, beloved of Curval; Hyacinthe,
friend to Durcet; and Cladon, unto whom the Bishop was plighted, were
henceforth to be admitted to all meals, would dine beside their lovers
in whose bedchambers they were, as well, regularly to sleep, a favor
they would share with the wives and the fuckers; the which eliminated
a ceremony customarily performed, as the reader is aware, every
morning, this ceremony consisting in the fetching of the four lads by
the four off-duty fuckers. They were now to come of their own accord,
and when from now on Messieurs were to pass into the little boys'
chambers, they were to be received, in accordance with prescribed
regulation, by the remaining four only.
       The Duc, who for the past two or three days had been head over
heels in love with Duclos, whose ass he found superb and language
pleasing, demanded that she also sleep in his bedroom, and this
precedent having been established, Curval similarly introduced
Fanchon, of whom he was passionately fond, into his. The two others
decided to wait yet a little longer before deciding who was to fill
this fourth post of privilege in their chambers.
       It was that same morning ruled that the four young lovers who
had just been chosen would have by way of ordinary dress, whenever
they were not obliged to wear characterizing costumes, as when formed
in quatrains, would have, I say, the clothing and style I am going to
describe: it was a little jerkin, tight-fitting, of light cloth,
tailored like a Prussian uniform with a slit tail, but much shorter,
scarcely reaching to halfway down the thigh; this jacket, like all
uniforms buttoned across the chest and at the vent, was of pink satin
lined with white taffeta, the cuffs and trim were white satin,
underneath was to be worn a kind of short vest or waistcoat, also of
white satin, and the breeches were to match; but these breeches were
provided with a heart-shaped rear flap under which one could slip
one's hand and grasp the ass without the slightest difficulty; the
flap was held up by a ribbon tied in a big bow, and when one wished to
have the child completely exposed in this part, one had merely to undo
the bow, which was of the color selected by the friend to whom the
pucelage belonged. Their hair, carelessly arranged so that a few curls
fell to either side, floated absolutely free behind, and was simply
knotted by a ribbon of the appropriate color. A highly-scented powder,
in color between gray and pink, tinted their hairdress, their eyebrows
were carefully plucked and emphasized by black pencil, a light touch
of rouge applied to the cheeks, all this heightened their natural
beauty; their heads were never covered, black silk stockings brocaded
in rose covered their legs, they were agreeably shod in gray slippers
attached by a pink bow. A cream-colored gauze cravat, very
voluptuously tied, blended prettily with a little lace ruffle; when
the four of them were clad in this style, you may rest assured that
nothing in all the world was as charming to behold as these little
fellows.
       Immediately they were granted their new privileges, a few
others were abolished: all permissions, of the kind they had upon
occasion been accorded in the morning, were absolutely refused now,
but they were given all the rights over the wives the fuckers enjoyed:
they could maltreat the women as they saw fit and not only at
mealtime, no, but at any time of the day, all the time, if they chose,
and they could be confident that in any dispute arising 'twixt the
wives and themselves, their side would be heard with sympathy.
       These matters attended to, the usual searches were conducted;
the lovely Fanny, whom Curval had ordered to be in such and such a
state, was found in the contrary one (the sequel will provide
elucidation of this obscure point) : her name was set down in the
punishment ledger. Amongst the young gentlemen, Giton had done what he
had been forbidden to do; down went his name. After the chapel
functions had been completed by the very few subjects who were on hand
to execute them, the friends went to dinner.
       This was the first meal at which the four lovers joined the
friends at table. They took their places, each sitting to the right of
the friend who doted upon him, the friend's favorite fucker being
seated to the friend's left. These four additional guests lent a
further charm to the meal; they were all four very gentle, very sweet,
and were beginning to accommodate themselves very well to the general
tone of the household. The Bishop, in the liveliest spirits that day,
kissed Cladon virtually without interruption throughout the course of
the meal, and as that child was a member of the quartet chosen to hand
around the coffee, he left table a little before dessert. When
Monseigneur, who had worked himself into a splendid sweat over the
boy, saw him entirely naked in the salon, he lost all self-control.
       "By Jesus!" he cried, his face purple, "since I cannot tup his
ass, I can at least do what Curval did to his bardash yesterday."
       And so saying he seized the good-natured little rascal, laid
him on his belly, and slipped his prick between his thighs. The
libertine was lost in the clouds, his weapon's hair rubbed the cute
little hole he would fain have perforated: one of his hands fondled
this delicious little cupid's buttocks, with the other he frigged
Cladon's prick. What was more, he glued his mouth to the lovely
child's, pumped the air from his lungs, swallowed his saliva. In order
to excite his brother, the Duc created a libertine spectacle by
placing himself in front of the Bishop and proceeding to lick out the
asshole of Cupidon, the other of the two boys serving coffee that day.
Curval moved to within close range and had himself frigged by
Michette, and Durcet offered the prelate the sight of Rosette's
widespread buttocks. Everyone toiled to procure him the ecstasy to
which he plainly asprired; it occurred, his nerves trembled, his teeth
chattered, his eyes shone, he would have been a terrifying object for
anyone save those three who knew full well the terrible effects joy
had upon that man of God. The fuck finally broke forth and flowed over
Cupidon's buttocks, for that quick-witted little aide had at the last
moment wriggled his way beneath his comrade so as to receive the
treasure which might otherwise have gone entirely to waste.
       The storytelling hour came, they readied themselves. By an
unusual stroke of circumstance, all the fathers found their daughters
beside them on their couches. But Messieurs were not alarmed. Duclos
began to speak.

       In that you have not required me, Messieurs, to give you an
exact day by day account of everything that happened to me at Madame
Gurin's establishment, but simply to relate the more out of the
ordinary events which highlighted some of those days, I shall omit
mention of several not very interesting episodes dating from my
childhood, for they would be naught but tedious repetitions of what
you have heard already. And so I shall tell you that I had just
reached the age of sixteen, not without having acquired a wealth of
experience in my mtier, when it fell to my lot to have a libertine
whose daily caprice merits to be cited. He was a sober, very grave
judge of nearly fifty years, a man who, if one is to believe Madame
Gurin, who told me she had known him for many years, regularly
exercised every morning the whimsicality wherewith I shall entertain
you. His ordinary pimp had reached the age of retirement and
recommended that the judge put himself in our dear mother's hands;
this was his first call at the house, and he began with me.
       He stationed himself, alone, in the room with the spy hole, I
entered the other with a hod carrier, a Savoyard, I believe; well, he
was a common fellow, but a healthy strapping one: those qualifications
were enough for the judge, who cared nothing for age or looks. I was,
within clear view and as near as possible to the hole, to frig my
honest churl, who knew what was expected of him and reckoned this a
very pretty way indeed to earn his supper. After having unreservedly
complied with all the instructions the good judge had given me, after
having done all my sweet country buck could desire of me, I had him
discharge into a porcelain dish, and having wrung the last drop from
his prick, I dashed into the adjoining room. My man is awaiting me in
an ecstasy, he pounces upon the dish, swallows the hot fuck, his own
erupts; with one hand I encourage his ejaculation, with the other I
collect in my hand every precious dram that falls and, between jets,
quickly raising my hand to the old prankster's mouth, with great
dexterity and nimbleness I see to it that he swallows his own fuck
quite as fast as he squirts it out.
       That was all there was to it; no fingerings, no kisses, he
didn't even lift my skirts, and rising from his chair with just as
much aplomb as a moment before he had been aroused, he took his cane
and left, saying that I frigged very skillfully, so he considered, and
that I had very well grasped his character. A new workman was brought
in the next day, for they had to be changed daily, as had the women.
My sister operated for him, he left content, returned again on the
morrow, and during my entire stay at Madame Gurin's I never saw a
single day go by without him arriving punctually at nine, and never
did he raise a single skirt, although he was ministered by some
charming girls.

       "Had he any inclination to see the commoner's ass?" Curval
wanted to know.
       "He had indeed, Monsieur le Prsident," Duclos replied. "While
amusing the man whose fuck he ate, one had to take great care to turn
him this way and that, and the man had also to turn the girl around in
every direction."
       "Well, now," said Curval, "that makes sense. But for that I'd
not have understood a thing."

       Shortly afterward, continued Duclos, the harem's strength was
increased by the arrival of a girl of about thirty, attractive enough,
but with hair as red as Judas'. At first we though she was a new
recruit, but no, she quickly disabused us by explaining that she had
come for only one party. The man for whom this latest heroine was
intended soon arrived also: he was an important financier of
prepossessing appearance, and his singularity of taste, since the girl
set aside for him would doubtless not have been wanted by anyone else,
this singularity, I say, gave me the greatest desire to observe them
come to grips. No sooner had they entered the room than the girl
removed every stitch of her clothing and displayed a very fair and
very plump body.
       "Very well, be off, jump about, skip," said the financier, "you
know perfectly well I like them in a sweat."
       And thereupon the redhead falls to cutting capers, running
around the room, leaping like a young goat, and our man keeps his eye
fixed on her while he frigs himself; these activities continued a
great while and there was no telling to what they were leading. When
the girl was swimming in perspiration, she approached the libertine,
raised an arm, and had him smell her armpit where the sweat was
dripping from every hair.
       "Ah, that's it, that's it!" cried the tycoon, staring with
furious approval at that sticky arm she held a centimeter from his
nose, "what an odor! ravishing!"
       Then slipping to his knees before her, he sniffed the interior
of her vagina, inhaling deeply, and then breathed in the scent
emergent from her asshole, but he returned constantly to her armpits,
whether because those parts flattered him the most, or because he
found the bouquet superior, it was always there his mouth and nose
betook themselves with the greatest fervor. At last a rather lengthy
but not very thick device, a device he had been buffeting in vain for
about an hour, decided to wake and have a look about. The girl takes
her place, the financier comes up from behind and lodges his anchovy
under her armpit, she squeezes her arm, exerting what I judged must
have been a powerful grip; meanwhile, her posture enables the
gentleman to enjoy the sight and odor of her other armpit, he lays
hands on it, buries his snout under it and discharges while licking,
while devouring this part which affords him such delight.

       "And the creature had to have red hair?" asked the Bishop.
"That was a sine qua non?"
       "Absolutely," Duclos replied. "Those women, as you are not
unaware, Monseigneur, exude an infinitely more violent underarm aroma,
and his sense of smell once stung, no question of it, by ripe odors,
his pleasure organs would be aroused at once."
       "Of course," the Bishop agreed. "But, by God, it seems to me
I'd have preferred smelling that woman's asshole to sniffing under her
arms."
       "Ah, ha!" spoke up Curval, "there is much to be said in favor
of the one and the other, and let me assure you that if you'll but
give the arms a try, you'll find them perfectly delicious."
       "Which is to say, I take it," said the Bishop, "that Monsieur
le Prsident finds that stew to his taste?"
       "Why yes, I've sampled it," Curval replied, "and apart from a
few occasions when I added other episodes to that one, I protest to
you that all by itself it has always been able to get some fuck out of
me."
       "Oh yes, those episodes, I fancy what they were," the Bishop
broke in, "you smelled the ass . . ."
       "One moment there," interrupted the Duc. "Don't oblige him to
make his confession, Monseigneur, he'd tell us things we are not yet
to hear; go on, Duclos, don't let these chatterers encroach upon your
domain."

       I recall the period, our narrator resumed, when for more than
six weeks Gurin absolutely forbade my sister to wash, requiring her,
on the contrary, to keep herself in the rankest and most impure state
she could contrive to be in; we had no inkling of the Madame's designs
until one day there arrived a grog-blossomed old rake who, in a
half-drunken and most uncouth tone, asked Gurin whether the whore was
ready. "Oh, my goodness, you may be sure she is," Gurin replied. They
are brought together, put in the room, I fly to the hole; scarcely am
I there than I see my naked sister astride a capacious bidet filled
with champagne and there is our man, armed with a great sponge, busily
washing her and carefully recovering every bit of dirt that rolls from
her body.
       It had been so long since she had cleaned any part of herself,
for she had been strictly ordered not to wipe her behind, that the
wine immediately took on a brown and dirty hue, and probably an odor
which could not have been very agreeable. But the more the wine became
corrupted by the filth streaming into it, the more delighted our
libertine grew. He sipped a little, found it exquisite, provided
himself with a glass and, filling it to the brim six or seven times,
he downed the putrid and disgusting wine in which he'd just finished
washing a body laden for so long with impurities. When he had drunk
his fill, he seized my sister, laid her down flat upon the bed, and
upon her buttocks and well-opened hole, spewed floods of immodest
semen brought to a boil by the unclean details of his unpleasant
mania.
       But another visitor, a far nastier one, was time and again to
attract my regard. We had in the house one of those women who are
called street scouts or trotters, to employ the bordello term, and
whose function is to run abroad night and day and dig up new recruits.
Over forty years old, this creature had, as well as very faded charms
which had never been very winning, the dreadful defect that consists
in stinking feet. And such, no other, was the fair sort whereof the
Marquis de L*** was enamored. He arrives, Dame Louise - for such was
her name - is introduced to him, he finds her superb, and once he has
conducted her into the pleasure sanctuary, "Pray remove your shoes,"
says he. Louise, who had been explicitly enjoined to wear the same
stockings and slippers for a month, offers the Marquis a foot that
would have made a man of less fine discrimination puke straight off;
but, as I say, that foot's very filth and nauseous quality was
precisely what our nobleman cherished most. He catches it up, kisses
it with fervor, with his mouth he spreads each toe, one after the
other, with his tongue he gathers from each space, and gathers with
incomparable enthusiasm, the blackish and fetid scum Nature deposits
there and which, with a little encouragement, easily increases by
itself. Not only does he draw this unmentionable stuff into his mouth,
but he swallows it, savors it, and the fuck he loses while frigging
himself stands as unequivocal proof of the excessive pleasure he takes
in this fare.

       " 'Tis beyond me," was the Bishop's simple comment.
       "Then I suppose I'd best explain it to you," Curval said.
       "What? You've a taste for that?"
       "Observe," the Prsident replied.
       The others rose, came from their niches, surrounded him, and
beheld that peerless libertine, in whom were met all the tastes of the
most crapulous lewdness, embrace the indescribable foot tendered him
by Fanchon, that aged and foul servant we described earlier. Curval
was in half a swoon as he sucked.
       "There's nothing to be wondered at there," said Durcet, "one
need but be mildly jaded, and all these infamies assume a richer
meaning: satiety inspires them in the libertinage which executes them
unhesitatingly. One grows tired of the commonplace, the imagination
becomes vexed, and the slenderness of our means, the weakness of our
faculties, the corruption of our souls leads us to these
abominations."

       Such must surely have been the case, Duclos went on, with the
elderly General C***, one of Gurin's most reliable clients. The women
he required had to be damaged either by Nature, by libertinage, or by
the effects of the law; in a word, he accepted none who were not
one-eyed or blind, lame, hunchbacked, legless cripples, or missing an
arm or two, or toothless, or mutilated in their limbs, or whipped and
branded or clearly marked by some other act of justice, and they
always had to be of the ripest old age.
       At the scene I witnessed he had been given a woman of about
fifty, bearing the brand of a public thief, and who was, in addition,
missing an eye. That double degradation figured as a treasure in his
view. He closeted himself with her, had her strip away her clothes,
ecstatically kissed the indubitable signs of crime on her shoulders,
ardently sucked each ridge and furrow of those scars he called
honorably won. That accomplished, he transferred his avid attentions
to her asshole, he spread open her buttocks, appreciatively kissed the
withered hole they defended, sucked it for what seemed an age, and
then planting himself astride the old girl's back, he rubbed his prick
on the wounds that attested the triumph of justice, and as he rubbed,
he praised her for having gone down in exemplary defeat; and then,
bending over her bum, he showered further kisses upon the altar at
which he had rendered such a lengthy homage, and squirted an abundance
of fuck upon the inspiring marks which had so fired his own warrior's
spirit.

       "Oh, by God!" cried Curval, whose brain was in a lubricious
ferment that day, "look my friends, behold by the sign of this risen
prick what a flame that passion described ignites in me."
       And calling out to Desgranges:
       "Hither, impure buggress," he continued in the same strain,
"come, you who so resemble what we have just heard described; come,
beget me the same pleasure the general got by her."
       Desgranges approaches. Durcet, his friend in these excesses,
helps the Prsident strip her. She raises a few objections at first;
they are the more certain and pursue their way, scolding her for
wishing to hide something whereby she may be cherished all the more by
the society. Her branded back comes to light at last, and there are a
"T" and a "P" which affirm that she has twice undergone the
dishonoring ordeal whose vestiges nevertheless completely ignite our
libertines' impudicious urges.
       The rest of that worn and wasted body - that ass of parchment
or ancient leather, that ample, noxious hole glistening in its center,
this mutilated tit, those three vanished fingers, this short leg that
causes her limp, that mouth destitute of teeth - everything combines
to stimulate our libertine pair. Durcet sucks her from in front,
Curval posteriorly, and even though objects of the greatest beauty and
in the best condition are there before their eyes and ready to brave
anything in order to satisfy the least of their desires, even so it is
with what Nature and villainy have dishonored, have withered, it is
with the filthiest and least appetizing object our two rakes,
presently beside themselves, are about to taste the most delicious
pleasures. . . . Ah, now give me your explanation of man - here are
two men who seem as if they were disputing what is nigh to a cadaver,
like two savage mastiffs wrangling over a corpse; here, I say, we have
two eminent citizens who, after having given themselves over to the
foulest excesses, finally erupt their fuck, and notwithstanding the
exhaustion caused by these feats, would very possibly go on to perform
other ones of the same crapulous and infamous kind, and perform them
without an instant's delay, were it not for the supper bell announcing
other pleasures well worth their consideration.
       The Prsident, made desperate by his loss of fuck, and who in
such cases could never be revived save by excessive feeding and
swilling, flew to work and stuffed himself like a pig. Adonis frigged
Invictus and gave him some fuck to drink, but hardly content with this
latest outrage, which had been executed at once, Curval rose, said his
imagination proposed a few rather more delicious stunts, and without
further explanation, led Fanchon, Adonis, and Hercule away with him to
the further boudoir and did not reappear until the orgies; but then
conducted himself so brilliantly that he was again able to commit a
thousand fresh horrors, each more extraordinary than the other, but
not, we regret, to be described to the reader, or rather not yet, for
the structure of our tale obliges us to defer them.
       And then to bed. Curval, the unfathomable Curval to whom that
night the divine Adelaide, his daughter, befell, Curval, who could
have spent a most delightful night with her, was found the next
morning squirming over the body of the disgusting Fanchon, with whom
he had performed additional abominations all night long, whilst Adonis
and Adelaide, driven from his couch, were, one of them, in a little
bed far away, and the other lying on a mattress upon the floor.
