Several days after the performance which cabby 3269 and the policeman had completed in so bizarre a fashion, Prince Vibescu had barely recovered from his emotional upheavals. The marks from the flagellation were healed and he was lethargically stretched out on a sofa in a drawing-room of the Grand Hotel. To stimulate himself he was reading the assorted news items from Le Journal. One story fascinated him. The crime was ghastly. A restaurant dishwasher had roasted the rump of a young scullion, then buggered it piping hot and bloodily raw, while eating the best-done bits which came away from the ephebe’s posterior. On hearing the howls of the fledgling Vatel[4], the neighbours ran in and the sadistic dishwasher was arrested. The story was recounted in all its details and the prince savoured it while gently tossing off the tool he had pulled out.
Just then, someone knocked. An affable chambermaid, fresh and very pretty in her bonnet and apron, entered at the prince’s bidding. She was bearing a letter and blushed on seeing Mony’s slipshod condition. He did up his trousers:
—— Don’t go away, pretty blonde miss, I need a brief word with you.
At the same time he closed the door and, seizing the pretty Mariette round the waist, kissed her greedily on the mouth. At first she fought him, pursing her lips very tightly, but soon, under the pressure, she began to relax, then her mouth opened. The prince’s tongue penetrating inside was at once nipped by Mariette whose mobile tongue itself started tickling the tip of Mony’s.
With one hand the young man encircled her waist, with the other he raised her skirts. She wore no drawers. His hand was soon between two fat round thighs one would never guess she had, since she was tall and thin. She had a very hairy cunt. She was very highly-sexed and the hand was soon inside a wet gash, while Mariette was abandoning herself, thrusting her belly forward. Her own hand wandered over Mony’s flies, which she managed to unbutton. Thence she tugged out the superb bush-beater she had only glimpsed when entering the room. They frigged each other gently; he diddling her clitoris; she pressing her thumb on his member’s meatus. He pushed her onto the sofa where she fell in a sitting position. He lifted her legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, while she unhooked herself to allow two fine erect tits to pop out. These he began to suck in turn while ramming his hot piledriver into her cunt. Soon she started crying out:
—— That’s good, that’s so good... ah you do it so well...
Then she bucked her arse in violent spasms and he felt her come as she was saying:
—— Now... I’m coming... now... take it all.
Immediately afterwards, she caught hold of his cock roughly and said:
—— Enough for here.
She pulled it out of her cunt and inserted it into another, absolutely round, hole situated a bit lower down, like a Cyclops eye between two cool white fleshy globes. The prick, lubricated by the feminine spend, penetrated easily and, after buggering vigorously, the prince left his whole load in the arse of the pretty chambermaid.
Then he withdrew his cock, which went ‘plop’ as when one uncorks a bottle, and on its tip there was still some spunk mixed with a bit of shit. At that moment, someone rang from down the corridor and Mariette said: ‘I must go and see.’ And she dashed off after kissing Mony who pressed two louis into her hand. As soon as she had left, he washed his weapon, then cut open the letter which ran as follows:
My handsome Romanian,
What’s become of you? You must have recovered from your exertions. But remember what you told me: If I don’t make love twenty times in succession, may eleven thousand rods chastise me.
You didn’t do it twenty times, so much the worse for you.
The other day you were received in Alexine’s dump, rue Duphot. But now we’re acquainted you can come to my house.
Alexine’s is impossible. She can’t even receive me . That’s why she has her dump. Her senator is too jealous. I don’t give a damn myself; my lover’s an explorer, he’s busy whiling away his time stringing beads with negresses on the Ivory Coast. You can come to my place, 214, rue de Prony. We’re expecting you at four o’clock.
–Culculine d’Ancône
As soon as he had read this letter the prince looked at the clock. It was eleven a.m. He rang to summon the masseur, who massaged him and buggered him well and truly. This session revived him. He had a bath and was feeling hale and hearty as he rang for the hairdresser, who dressed his hair and buggered him artistically.
The manicurist-pedicurist came up next. He buffed his nails and buggered him vigorously. Then the prince felt absolutely at ease. He went down along the boulevards, had a heavy lunch, then hailed a carriage to take him to the rue de Prony. It was a small residence, and Culculine had the whole of it. An old maidservant showed him in. This place was furnished with exquisite taste.
He was at once led into a bedroom whose brass bed was very low and very wide. The parquet flooring was covered with animal hides which muffled the sound of footsteps. The prince undressed quickly and was stark naked when Alexine and Culculine came in clad in ravishing négligées. They started laughing and kissed him. He began by sitting down, then took the two young women, one on each knee, but raising their skirts so they would remain decently attired and he might feel their bare bums on his thighs. Then he set to frigging them, one for each hand, while they were tickling his prick.
When he felt they were well warmed up, he said to them:
—— Now we’re going to have a lesson.
He made them sit on a seat facing him and after a moment’s reflection said to them:
—— Mesdemoiselles, I have just felt that you are not wearing drawers. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Look sharp and put them on.
When they returned, he began the lesson.
—— Mademoiselle Alexine Mangetout, what is the name of the King of Italy?
—— Think I could care less? said Alexine, I’ve no idea.
—— Go and get on the bed, cried the teacher.
He made her kneel on the bed with her back turned, then lift her skirts and part the slit in her drawers, whence emerged the gleaming white globes of her buttocks. Then he began slapping her bottom with the flat of his hand; soon the posterior started turning red. This was exciting Alexine who had a fine arse on her, but soon the prince could no longer contain himself. Slipping his hands round the young woman’s bust, he grasped her tits beneath the gown then, moving a hand down he tickled her clitoris and felt that her cunt was all wet.
Her own hands had not been inactive; they had seized the prince’s prick and directed it into the narrow strait of Sodom. Alexine bent forward to make her arse stick out better and facilitate the entry of Mony’s root.
Soon the glans was inside, the rest followed and the balls came to beat against the base of the young woman’s buttocks.
Culculine, getting fed up, also climbed onto the bed and took to licking the cunt of Alexine who, pleasured both ways, was sobbing with joy. Her body wracked with lust was thrashing about as if she were in agony. Voluptuous whimpers escaped from her wheezing throat. The thick prick filled her arsehole and went back and forth bumping at the membrane that separated it from Culculine’s tongue which lapped the juice produced by this pastime. Mony’s belly was pounding against Alexine’s arse. Soon the prince buggered more vigorously. He began biting the young woman’s neck. The tool swelled. Alexine could no longer bear such pleasure; she sank down on top of Culculine’s face and Culculine never stopped licking, while the prince collapsed in her wake, prick up arse. Just a few more jerks of the loins, then Mony shot his load. She lay splayed out on the bed while Mony went to wash himself and Culculine got up to piss. She took a chamberpot, stood over it with legs apart, lifted her petticoat and pissed copiously, then, to blow away the last drops clinging to her short-hairs, she let go a soft and discreet little fart which considerably excited Mony.
—— Shit in my hands, shit in my hands! he shouted.
She smiled; he got behind her while she lowered her bum a bit and began to strain. She was wearing a tiny pair of sheer cambric knickers through which could be seen her fine strapping thighs. Black fishnet stockings came up to above her knees and moulded two marvellous calves, exquisitely well-shaped, neither too plump nor too thin. The rump stuck out in this position, admirably framed by the slit in the knickers. Mony looked closely at the two dusky and rosy cheeks, downy, endowed with a plentiful supply of blood. He noted that the base of the spine was rather prominent and below it commenced the crupper-crack. Broad at first, then narrowing and becoming deeper in proportion to the increasing fullness of the buttocks; thus one arrived at the round brown bunghole, tight-furled. The young woman’s efforts first made her arsehole dilate and extrude a little skin from within, smooth and pink and akin to a curled lip.
—— Go on, shit! cried Mony.
Soon a small fragment of crap appeared, pointed and insignificant, which showed its head and immediately returned to its cavern. After that it reappeared, followed slowly and majestically by the rest of the sausage which constituted one of the finest turds a large intestine ever produced.
The shit slid unctuous and uninterrupted, ran out unruffled as a ship’s cable. It dangled gracefully between the pretty buttocks which were spreading wider and wider. Soon it was swinging more markedly. The arse dilated still more, shook itself a bit and the shit fell, all hot and reeking, into Mony’s hands which were held out to receive it. Then he cried: ‘Stay like that!’ and, leaning over, he licked her arsehole thoroughly while rolling the turd in his hands. Next he squeezed it voluptuously and smeared it all over his body. Culculine was undressing, following the example of Alexine who was stark naked and showing Mony the fat, transparent arse of a blonde. ‘Shit on me!’ he cried to Alexine, stretching himself out on the floor. She squatted above him, but not wholly, so he could enjoy the spectacle presented by her backside. Her first efforts resulted in forcing out a small quantity of spunk Mony had put there; then came the shit, yellow and soft, which fell in several instalments and, while she was laughing and wriggling, the shit was falling here and there all over the body of Mony, whose belly was soon adorned with several of these odoriferous slugs.
Alexine had pissed at the same time and the steaming jet, playing onto Mony’s prick, had reawakened his animal spirits. His shaft began gradually to stir, swelling until the moment when the glans, having reached its normal size, red as a plump plum, stood stiff under the gaze of the young woman who, nearing it, squatted lower and lower, getting the erect prick to penetrate between the hairy verges of her wide open cunt. Mony was revelling in the spectacle.
Alexine’s arse, as it descended, displayed more and more of its appetizing rotundity. Its enticing curves became fuller and the spread of the buttocks more and more accentuated. When the arse was quite lowered, with the cock completely engulfed, the arse rose up again and began a fetching see-saw motion which modified its volume in its main proportions and this was a delicious spectacle. Mony, covered in shit, was steeped in deepest joy; soon he felt her vagina clench tight and Alexine said in a strangled voice:
—— Bastard, it’s coming... I’m coming! and she spilled her spend. But Culculine who had watched this operation and seemed on heat, dragged her roughly off the stake impaling her and, flinging herself on Mony without worrying about the shit that soiled her too, stuffed his staff into her cunt with a sigh of satisfaction. She started bucking her arse ferociously, grunting ‘Huh!’ for every thrust of the loins. But Alexine, vexed at being cheated of her chattels, opened a drawer and extracted from it a cat-o’-nine-tails made with leather thongs. She began to thrash Culculine on the arse, whose bum-buckings were becoming ever more passionate. Alexine, excited by the spectacle, was smiting heartily and hard. Blows rained on the superb posterior. Mony, leaning his head a little to one side, was watching in a mirror opposite him the rise and fall of Culculine’s fat arse. As they rose the buttocks half-opened and the rosebud would momentarily appear, to disappear on the descent when the beautiful chubby cheeks tightened. Below, the hairy and distended lips of her cunt engulfed the enormous prick which, during the ascent, would appear to view almost entire and glistening. Alexine’s blows had soon completely reddened the hapless backside which was now quivering with lustful pleasure. Soon one blow left a bleeding weal. Both of them, the whipper and the whipped, became as delirious as Bacchantes and each seemed to be enjoying it quite as much as the other. Mony himself began to share their fury and his nails raked Culculine’s satin back. Alexine, to thrash Culculine conveniently, knelt close to the pair. Her big chubby arse, shaking at each blow she dealt, was only inches from Mony’s mouth.
His tongue was soon inside, then, fraught with lustful fury, he started biting her right buttock. The young girl uttered a cry of pain. The teeth had sunk in and a fresh and vermilion blood came slaking Mony’s parched gullet. He lapped it up, much relishing its slightly salty flavour of iron. At this moment, Culculine’s bouncing movements became uncontrollable. Her upturned eyes showed only the whites. Her mouth stained with the shit on Mony’s body, she let out a moan and discharged at the same time as Mony did. Alexine fell across them exhausted, gasping hoarsely and grinding her teeth, and Mony who put his mouth to her cunt had merely to give two or three licks to obtain a discharge. Then after several convulsions their nerves relaxed, and the trio sprawled in the shit, the blood and the come.
They fell asleep like that and when they awoke the bedroom clock was chiming the twelve times for midnight.
—— Don’t move, I heard a noise, said Culculine. It’s not my maid, she’s used to staying out of my way. And she must have gone to bed.
A cold sweat ran down the foreheads of Mony and the two young women. Their hair stood on end and shivers ran through their naked and shit-stained bodies.
—— Someone’s there, Alexine declared.
—— Someone is there, Mony agreed.
At this moment the door opened and the little light coming in from the night street allowed them to make out two human shadows clad in overcoats with turned up collars and topped by bowler hats.
The first one abruptly switched on an electric torch he was holding. The beam of light illumined the room, but at first the burglars did not notice the group sprawled over the floor.
—— Phew, smells awful, said the first.
—— Let’s go in anyway, must be some gelt in the drawers, replied the second.
Just then Culculine, who had crawled towards the electric light switch, suddenly turned on the light.
The burglars were flabbergasted by all these naked figures:
—— Well shit! said the first, you got good taste, oh yes, Cornaboeux’s word on that.
He was a dark hairy-handed colossus. His bushy beard made him even more hideous.
—— What a lark, said the second, for me the shit’s all right, it’s lucky.
He was a pale one-eyed guttersnipe who was chewing on a dead cigarette butt.
—— You’re right, la Chaloupe, said Cornaboeux, I’ve only just trodden in some and for my first piece of luck I think I’ll shag Mademoiselle. But first let’s consider the young gent.
And throwing themselves on the startled Mony, the burglars gagged him and bound his arms and legs. Then, turning to the two shivering yet somewhat amused women, la Chaloupe said:
—— And girlies, do try and be nice, or else I’ll tell pappa.
He had a cane in his hand and gave it to Culculine, ordering her to beat Mony as hard as she could. Then, placing himself behind her, he pulled out a prick as thin as a little finger, but very long.
Culculine was beginning to enjoy herself. La Chaloupe commenced by whacking her buttocks and saying:
—— Well, big bum, you’re going to do some shagging; I’m the boy for buggery!
He palped and squeezed this big downy rump and passing one hand round the front of it, fondled the clitoris, then brusquely thrust in the long and thin prick. Culculine started stirring her arse at the same time as thrashing Mony who, unable to defend himself or cry out, wriggled like a worm at each stroke of the stick which left red welts that soon turned purple. Then as the buggery progressed the excited Culculine hit ever harder, shouting:
—— Swine, take that you filthy beast... La Chaloupe, stick your toothpick in deep, all the way.
Soon Mony’s body was bleeding.
In the meanwhile Cornaboeux had grabbed hold of Alexine and thrown her onto the bed. He set to by biting her bubs which started to harden. Then he went downward to her cunt and took it all in his mouth while chewing at the pretty, curled blonde bush on her mound. He got up again and took out his short yet enormous prick whose knob was violet. Turning Alexine over, he began spanking her large pink arse; from time to time he would slide his hand into its crack. Then he took the young woman on his left arm so that her cunt was within range of his right hand. The left hand was holding her by her thatch... this was causing her pain. She started crying and her sobs grew louder as Cornaboeux again began slapping her with all his might. Her big pink thighs jiggled about and her arse shuddered each time the burglar’s beefy paw landed. In the end she tried to defend herself. Her little hands were free; with them she began clawing at his bearded face. She pulled his beard hairs as he was pulling her merkin’s.
—— All right then, said Cornaboeux and he turned her over.
At that moment she caught a glimpse of the spectacle of la Chaloupe buggering Culculine who was beating Mony who was already bleeding all over, and this excited her. Cornaboeux’s thick cracksman was now ramming against her rear, but he missed his mark, thwacking to right and left or else a bit too high or too low, then when he did find the hole, he placed his hands on Alexine’s sleek and plump loins and tugged her towards him as hard as he could. The pain caused by this enormous prick tearing her arsehole would have made her shriek in agony, had she not been so excited by everything that had just happened. As soon as he had introduced prick to arse, Cornaboeux withdrew it, then, turning Alexine over on the bed again, he sank his instrument into her snatch. The tool entered with great difficulty because of its huge size, but as soon as it was inside, Alexine crossed her legs behind the burglar’s haunches and held him so tightly that he could not have withdrawn even had he wanted to.
The shagging motion was wild. Cornaboeux was sucking her tits and his beard was tickling and exciting her, so she thrust a hand inside his trousers and stuck one finger in the burglar’s swag-hole. Then they began biting each other like wild beasts as they jerked their arses.
They discharged frenziedly. But Cornaboeux’s cock, nipped by Alexine’s vagina, started getting hard again. Alexine closed her eyes, the better to savour this second growing pressure. She discharged fourteen times while Cornaboeux came thrice. When she regained her wits, she noticed that her cunt and her arse were bleeding. They had been wounded by Cornaboeux’s enormous root. She caught sight of Mony writhing convulsively on the floor.
His body was an open sore.
Culculine, at the order of the one-eyed la Chaloupe, was sucking his dick, kneeling in front of him.
—— On your feet then, slut! cried Cornaboeux.
Alexine obeyed and he gave her a kick up the arse which sent her sprawling on top of Mony. Cornaboeux bound her arms and legs and gagged her, taking no notice of her entreaties and, seizing the stick, he began to cover with stripes the beautiful body that wasn’t as thin as it looked. Her arse quivered under each stroke of the cane, then it was back, belly, thighs, breasts which received the rain of blows. While wriggling and struggling, Alexine met Mony’s member, which was rigid as a corpse’s. By chance it snagged the young woman’s cunt and penetrated.
Cornaboeux redoubled his blows and struck indiscriminately at Mony and Alexine who were in excruciating ecstasy. Soon the young blonde’s pretty pink skin was no longer visible below the welts and welling blood. Mony passed out, and she fainted soon afterwards.
Cornaboeux, whose arm was beginning to tire, turned towards Culculine, who was still trying to suck off la Chaloupe. But the bugger could not come.
Cornaboeux commanded the beautiful brunette to spread her thighs. He had considerable difficulty fucking her from behind.
She suffered greatly but stoically, not letting go of la Chaloupe’s prick which she was sucking. When Cornaboeux was in full possession of Culculine’s cunt, he made her lift her right arm and bit her underarm hair of which she had a very thick tuft. When the crisis came, it was so intense that Culculine fainted, in violent spasm biting la Chaloupe’s prick. He uttered an appalling shriek of agony, but the glans was right off. Cornaboeux, who had just discharged, yanked his bayonet roughly from the cunt of Culculine, who fell fainting to the floor. La Chaloupe was losing blood fast.
—— My poor la Chaloupe, said Cornaboeux, now you’re fucked. Be better ending it here and now. And he pulled out a knife and dealt la Chaloupe a mortal blow while shaking over Culculine’s body the last drops of spunk that hung from his spigot. La Chaloupe died without so much as a word.
Cornaboeux carefully did up his trousers again, emptied all the money from the drawers and clothing, and took jewellery and watches too. Then he looked at Culculine who lay in a swoon on the floor.
—— I must avenge la Chaloupe, he thought, and, drawing his knife again, struck a terrible blow between Culculine’s buttocks, but she remained unconscious. Cornaboeux left the knife in her arse. The clocks struck three a.m. Then he left as he had entered, leaving four bodies stretched out on the floor of a room full of blood, shit, spunk and indescribable disorder.
In the street, he headed briskly for Ménilmontant, singing:
An arse should smell of arse
And not of eau de cologne
and also:
G....arselamp
G....arselamp
Light up, light up, me little bit o’ wick.