“Who? Juliette?” said Flavie. “Why, I hadn’t noticed—Juliette? I don’t believe I’ve met this pretty thing before,” she murmured, approaching me. “Have you any skill at frigging, my princess?” she inquired, bestowing a kiss upon my lips. “Are you libertine? Somewhat of a tribade, like the rest of us?”
And without further ado, the scoundrel laid hands simultaneously upon my breasts and my cunt.
“Let her be,” said Volmar, who, baring my behind, was inspecting my buttocks; “let her be, she must first be initiated before we put her to use.”
“Well, Delbène,” spoke up Elizabeth, “will you look at that Volmar kissing Juliette’s ass! She takes her for a little boy, the slut’s bent on buggering her.” (The reader will be pleased to take note that these comments proceeded from the most youthful member of the group.)
“You know very well,” Sainte-Elme rejoined, “that Volmar’s an arrant male: she’s outfitted with a clitoris three inches long and, destined to insult Nature whichever be the sex she adopts, the whore’s got either to play the nymphomaniac or the sodomite: with her, there’s no median alternative.”
Then, herself drawing near and exploring me from every angle while Flavie maintained her inquisitive regard upon my front, and Volmar hers upon my hindquarters:
“No doubt of it,” she went on, “the sweet little bitch is trimly made, and I swear to you all that before the day’s over I’ll know the taste of her fuck.”
“If you please, ladies, if you please,” protested Delbène, seeking to re-establish order, “one moment, I beg of you—”
“Well, bleeding Jesus, be quick!” Sainte-Elme gasped, “I’m ready to run! What’s the delay? Or do we have to say our prayers before we frig our cunts? Off with your clothes, sweet friends—”
And, had you been there, the next instant you’d have seen six young damsels, each more lovely than the day, fall to admiring one another … to caressing one another’s naked bodies, and to composing the most varied and diverting groups.
“Very well,” Delbène resumed in an overseer’s tone, “I expect I’ll obtain a little obedience from you. Listen to me: Juliette is going to stretch out upon the couch, and you shall each in your turn savor with her the pleasure of your individual choosing. I, stationed directly opposite the scene, I shall take you one after the other as you’ve had done with her, and the lewd activities begun with Juliette will be brought to a conclusion with me. But I’ll be in no hurry, my fuck won’t flow before I’ve had the five of you in my embrace.”
The extreme respect in which the Superior’s commands were held made for the completest punctuality in their execution. All these creatures being libertine to the core, you shall perhaps not be unwilling to hear what each of them required of me. As they stepped up by order of age, Elizabeth was the first to present herself. The fair little wench scrutinized every part of me and after having covered me with kisses she slipped in between my thighs, rubbed against me, and we both swooned away together. Flavie came next: her operations bespoke a greater science. After a thousand delicious preliminaries, we lay down so that each of us faced the other’s cunt and, with probing, twitching tongues, we fetched forth torrents of whey. Sainte-Elme approaches, she lies down upon the bed, has me sit astride her face, and while her nose prods spiritedly at my asshole, her tongue stabs into my cunt. Bent low over her, I am able to tease and tongue her in like fashion: my fingers tickle her ass, and five ejaculations in rapid succession convince me that the need she alluded to earlier was roundly authentic. I squirted myself dry into her mouth; and never before had I been so expertly sucked. Volmar will have nought but my buttocks, she devours them with kisses and, preparing the narrow passage with her sharp pink tongue, the libertine glues herself upon me, buries her generous clitoris in my anus, shakes and rattles away for a space, turns my head, ardently kisses my mouth, sucks my tongue, and frigs while embuggering me. The hussy isn’t content with that, weaponing me with a dildo she herself straps around my flanks, she wheels to receive my thrusts, and, aiming them at her button, the whore gets herself skewered bumwise; I frigged her the while, and she thought herself like to die of pleasure.
After this last incursion, I went to take the post awaiting me upon Delbène’s body. Here is how that fury arranged the company.
Elizabeth, on her back, was placed at the edge of the couch. Delbène, reclining in her arms, was having Elizabeth frig her clitoris. Flavie, kneeling upon the floor and her head level with the Superior’s cunt, was tonguing it and squeezing her thighs. Above Elizabeth, Sainte-Elme, her ass pressed flush to the latter’s visage, presented a yawning cunt to the kisses of Delbène whom Volmar busily embuggered with her burning clitoris. Only I was needed to complete the tableau. Requested to take a crouching position next to Sainte-Elme, I offered for licking the reverse side of what Sainte-Elme was having tongued from in front. Delbène passed in fickle and rapid style from Sainte-Elme’s cunt to my asshole, licked, reamed, pumped with surpassing ardor first the one, then the other, and writhing with the most unbelievable agility beneath Elizabeth’s fingers, beneath Flavie’s tongue, and before Volmar’s clitoris, the tribade every minute exploded a gush of fuck.
“By the Almighty!” Delbène panted, extricating herself from that melee, and flushed as red as a bacchante, “by bleeding Jesus, how I’ve discharged! Never mind, let’s carry on with the game: each of you is now to take her place on the couch, Juliette will dally with you in whatever way she prefers, you’ll have to cede to her demands. But as she is still new at the sport, I propose to act as her mentor: the group will then form around her as it did around me, and we’ll make her fuck fly till she begs for quarter.”
Elizabeth is the first to be offered to my libertinage.
“Place her,” says Delbène, “in such a way she can kiss your dear little mouth while frigging you, and so that you’ll receive a general stimulation. I’ll take care of your asshole throughout the episode. Flavie dear, will you take Elizabeth’s place. I recommend this exquisite creature’s bubs to you,” the Abbess adds, “suck them while she tickles you: in view of Volmar’s tastes, you’d best run your tongue into her anus while, bending over you, she gives you the benefit of what her mouth can do…. As for Sainte-Elme,” the Superior pursues, “yes, I think the following arrangement will suffice: I’ll adjust myself so as to be able to suck both her ass and cunt while she renders you those same services. And finally, as for myself—speak, my beloved, I am here to do your bidding.”
Warmed by the sight of what had been done for Volmar: “I’d love to embugger you,” said I, “with this instrument.”
“Then do so, my darling, do whatever your heart desires,” was Delbène’s humble reply; she presented her buttocks. “There,” said she, “mark it well. And spare it not.”
“Willingly!” I cried, sodomizing my instructress. “Since,” I said while engaged, “since the group is to form around me, let’s not tarry. My good Volmar,” I said, addressing the latter, “let your clitoris use my ass in the way and manner I am about to treat with Delbène’s: you’ve positively no idea how my temperament responds to this species of excitation. I’d like to frig Sainte-Elme with one hand and Elizabeth with the other; meanwhile, I’ll give Flavie’s cunt a cleaning.”
The Superior having issued instructions to ride me hard, I was not obliged to say another word; the situations were seven times varied, and seven times over my liberated fuck sprang in answer to divine cajolery.
The pleasures of the table succeeded those of love: a superb repast was awaiting us. Divers kinds of wine and spirits put a bright hilarity in our heads, we returned to our libertine disporting. We divided into three couples. Sainte-Elme, Delbène, and Volmar, the most advanced in years, each chose a fricatrice; by chance, or by predilection, Delbène appointed me to be hers; Elizabeth fell to Sainte-Elme, Flavie to Volmar. The couples were so disposed that each could enjoy a view of the pleasures of the two others. Truly, the reader is little apt to imagine the least part of
what we did. Oh, that Sainte-Elme, how delicious she was! Wildly enthusiastic over each other, our reciprocal friggery continued till we were both nigh to prostration. There was nothing we did not contrive, no fancy we failed to enact; then finally we all six knit again in a compact group, and the concluding two hours of this voluptuous riot were so lascivious that one may wonder whether so many lewd goings-on are ever matched in any whorehouse.
I was struck by, and must not fail to mention, this: the extreme solicitude shown for the pensionnaires’ maidenheads. To be sure, I did not observe the same concern manifested for those who had already taken vows; but I could not understand why they whose portion was not to be the cloister, but life in the world, were treated with such consideration.
“Their honor resides therein,” Delbène explained to me when I questioned her about the thing. “We do, by all means, wish to amuse ourselves with these girls; but why ruin them? Why cause them to detest the memory of the moments they passed in our midst? No, we have that virtue, and however corrupt you suppose us to be, we never compromise our friends.”
I found these measures and these ethics proper; but, created by Nature someday to attain an excellence in base villainy superior to anything I was to encounter, the desire to sully and peradventure to doom one of my companions rose up strong in my brain as of this same instant—this desire was at least as imperious as that other I had to be degraded myself.
Delbène shortly perceived that I preferred Sainte-Elme to her. Indeed, I did adore that charming girl; I simply could not leave her side; but as she had infinitely less wit than the Superior, another yearning, equally invincible, always brought me back to the latter.
“Consumed as you appear to be by the passion to depucelate a maid, or to be depucelated yourself,” the incomparable Delbène said to me one day, “I have no doubt but that Sainte-Elme has already decided, or may easily be induced, to grant you these pleasures. Need she hesitate? She runs no risk: she is going to pass the rest of her life in holy retirement. But you, Juliette, once bereft of your token, you’ll be forever debarred from marriage. Think then, and believe me: untold misfortunes may well be the consequence of a flaw in the part you perhaps too lightly think of damaging. However, heed me, my angel, you know that I adore you, give up that Sainte-Elme, take me instead and I’ll satisfy all the pleasures you long for in a trice. You have only to select her in the whole convent whose first fruits you covet, and I myself shall make away with yours…. There’ll be some material injuries, needless to say. But fear not, I’ll arrange everything. Just how ’tis managed is a great secret; if you would have it revealed to you, I must first have your most solemn oath that, as of this moment, you’ll speak not another word to Sainte-Elme. And if you break faith with me there will be no limit to my vengeance.”
Far too fond of this bewitching creature to wish to compromise her and, in addition, burning to taste the pleasures Delbène encouraged me to hope for if I abandoned Sainte-Elme, I promised everything.
“’Tis well,” said Delbène a month later, during which interval she had put me to the test, “have you made your choice? Who is it to be?”
And now, my kind friends, never in your life will you guess upon what object my libertine imagination had alighted. Upon that girl, that same one, who stands there before your eyes: my own sister. But Madame Delbène knew her too well not to attempt to dissuade me from undertaking the thing.
“Have your own way,” said I at last. “My second choice is Laurette.”
Her youth (she was indeed a child of only ten) … her pretty little wide-awake face, her liveliness, her high birth, everything about her incensed me … inflamed me; and seeing no important obstacle to success—for this young orphan had no protector apart from an elderly uncle living at a hundred leagues’ distance from Paris—the Superior assured me I could consider as already sacrificed the victim my perfidious desires were immolating in advance.
We appointed a day; on the eve of the drama Delbène summoned me to her cell to spend the night in her embraces. Our conversation returned to questions of religion.
“I fear,” said she, “lest you proceed in too great haste, my child. Your heart, beguiled by your mind, has not yet reached the stage at which I would prefer to see it. These superstitious infamies are still harassing you—I wager ’tis so. Listen to me, Juliette, lend me your undivided attention and make an effort so that in the future, with an effrontery equal to mine and without any qualms whatever, you will be able to carry your libertinage, anchored upon a substructure of reliable principles, to it matters not what extreme.
“When they begin to chatter about religion, the first of the dogmas they trundle forth is the one pertaining to the existence of God: as it is the foundation of the whole edifice, I ought logically to begin my examination by focusing upon it.
“Oh, Juliette! let us have no doubt, this fantasy about there being a God has its origins in nothing but the mind’s limitations. Knowing not to whom or what all the universe about us is to be attributed, helpless before the utter impossibility of explaining the inscrutable mysteries of Nature, above her we have gratuitously installed a Being invested with the power of producing all the effects of whose causes we are profoundly ignorant.
“This abominable ghost was no sooner envisaged as the author of Nature than he had also to be deemed that of good and evil; the habit of regarding these opinions as true, and the obvious usefulness of suppositions which conveniently flatter laziness and curiosity, quickly made for the tendency most men still have of according the same degree of belief to a fable as to a geometrical proof, and the persuasion became so great, the habit so binding, that from the outset one had need of all one’s rational faculties to keep from tumbling into error. There is but a single easy step from the extravagance of acknowledging the existence of a God to the practice of worshiping him; nothing simpler than imploring the protection of what one dreads; nothing but what is most natural in the procedure which leads to burning incense upon the altars of the magical individual they posit as simultaneously the prime mover and the dispenser of everything that is. He was thought wicked, because some very disagreeable effects resulted from the necessary workings of Nature’s laws; to appease him, victims were needed: whence fastings, macerations, penances, and every other sort of idiocy, the fruit of the fear of the many and the brazen imposture of the few. Or, if you prefer, the perennial, unaltering effects of man’s weakness, for you may be certain that wherever you find human frailty you also come upon gods whelped by the same men’s terror, and homages rendered unto these gods, the inevitable result of the folly that erects them.
“There is no question of it, my dear friend: this opinion which holds that a God exists and that he is the omnipotent force responsible for plenty and dearth is at the base of all the world’s religions. But which of these multifarious traditions is one to prefer? Each claims revelations which argue in its favor, each makes mention of texts, sacred books inspired by its divinity, each aims at nothing short of eclipsing all the others. Here I find I have a difficult choice to make. For guide in the night I have none but my reason, and directly I bring up its light to help me in the task of examining all these competing aspirants to my belief, all these fables, I see no more than a heap of farfetched incongruities and platitudes which chill and repulse me.
“After devoting a rapid glance to the absurd ideas entertained upon this subject by all the peoples of the earth, I finally arrive at the doctrines espoused by the Jews and Christians. The former speak to me of a God, but they refuse me any account of his origins, they give me no idea, no definite image of him, and with what regards the nature of this people’s overlord, I obtain nothing but puerile allegories, unworthy of the majesty of a Being whom I am invited to accept as the Creator of the All; ’tis only in offensive contradictions this nation’s lawgiver talks to me of his God, and the terms and colors he uses to describe him are much apter to make me abhor than to get me to serve him. Seeing that it is this God himself who speak
s in the Books they allude to in their struggle to explain him, I ask myself how, in providing concepts and images of himself, a God could possibly have chosen those which can only excite a man to despise him. Puzzled by this question, I decide to consult these Books with greater care; and what am I to think when I cannot avoid remarking, as I inspect them, that not only could they never have been dictated by the mind or spirit of a God, but that forsooth they were written down long after the death of the personage who dares affirm he transmitted verbatim God’s own phrases. Ha! so that’s the nonsense they’re peddling, I exclaim upon completing my investigations; these Holy Books they wish to fob off on me as performances composed by the Almighty are no more than the confections of some knavish charlatans, and instead of discerning traces of the deific, I behold nothing but the issue of stupid credulity and lame sleight. And indeed! what more abject ineptitude is there than this of everywhere depicting, in these Books, a people chosen of the Lord it has just fabricated for itself, of announcing far and wide to all the world’s nations that it is to none but these squatters in a desert the Almighty speaks; that it was only in their fate he took any interest; that it is for their sake only he tampers with the motions of the stars, splits the seas, showers down manna from the skies; as if it would not have been far easier for this God to penetrate into their hearts, enlighten their minds, than to disturb the smooth operations of Nature, and as if this bent in favor of an obscure, insignificant, impoverished, unknown people were commensurate with the supreme majesty of the Being to whom you would have me ascribe the faculty of universal creation. But however compelling might be my urge to assent to what these preposterous Books seek to foist upon their reader, what choice have I but to demand whether the unanimous silence of all the adjoining countries’ historians, who ought surely to have taken note of the extraordinary events that crowd Scripture, must not suffice to make me doubt the authenticity of the marvels reported in these romances? What, pray tell, am I to think when it is precisely amongst the ranks of that very race which so exuberantly celebrates its God to me that I discover the greatest quantity of unbelievers? What! this God overwhelms his people with blessings and miracles, and this cherished people believes not in its God? What! this God, to the tune of the most impressive theatrics, upon the peak of a mountain thunders forth his ordinations, upon this mountaintop dictates his sublime laws to the legislator of that people who, in the plain below, doubt him; and upon that plain idols are raised, monuments of cynicism, as though the lawgiving God booming on high deserved nothing better than to have his nose tweaked? At last he dies, this exceptional man who has just offered the Jews such a magnificent God, yes, he expires, a prodigy coincides with his death: by this abundance of unparalleled occurrences the majesty of this God is doubtless to be stamped eternally in the memory of the race which has been witness to his greatness—a greatness the scions of those who watched the spectacle are later to prove reluctant to acknowledge. But less gullible than their forebears, in a few years idolatry uptilts the precariously seated altars of the God of Moses, and the unhappy, oppressed Jews remember their ancestors’ chimera only once they have regained their freedom. New leaders therewith begin to sing the old song, but, unfortunately, their prophesies are not borne out by developments: the Jews, these new leaders declare, shall prosper so long as they remain faithful to Moses’ deity: never did the Jews show him greater respect, and never did sorrow dog them more cruelly. Exposed to the wrath of Alexander’s successors, they escaped the Macedonian’s irons only to fall under the yoke of the Romans who, their patience exhausted at last by the revolt brewing perpetually among the Jews, demolished their temple and dispersed their numbers. And that then is how their God serves them! that is how this God, who loves them, who solely for their benefit meddles with the sacred order of Nature, that is how he deals with them, that is how he fulfills his vows to them.
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