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habit so dirty in every other part of her body, and principally at the two
temples of lubricity, that no other being, let me repeat it, no other being
but the President, himself subject to the same shortcomings and
unquestionably fond of them, nay, no one else, despite her allurements,
could have put up with Julie. Curval, however, was mad about her; his most
divine pleasures were gathered upon that stinking mouth, to kiss it plunged
him into delirium, and as for her natural uncleanliness, far from rebuking
her for it, to the contrary he encouraged her in it, and had finally got
her accustomed to a perfect divorce from water. To these faults Julie added
a few others, but they were surely less disagreeable: she was a vast eater,
she had a leaning toward drunkenness, little virtue, and I believe that had
she dared try it, whoredom would have held little by way of terror for her.
Brought up by the Duc in a total abandon of principles and manners, she
adopted a whore's philosophy, and she was probably an apt student of all
its tenets; but, through yet another very curious effect of libertinage, it
often happens that a woman who shares our faults pleases us a great deal
less in our pleasures than one who is full of naught but virtues: the first
resembles us, we scandalize her not; the other is terrified, and there is
one very certain charm more.
Despite his proportions, the Duc had sported with his daughter, but he
had had to wait until she was fifteen, and even so had not been able to
prevent Julie from being considerably damaged by the adventure, indeed, so
much so that, eager to marry her off, he had been forced to put a term to
pleasure-taking of this variety and to be content with delights less
dangerous for her, but at least as fatiguing. Julie gained little by
gaining the President, whose prick, as we know, was exceedingly thick and,
furthermore, however much she was dirty from neglect of herself, she could
not in any wise keep up with a filthiness in debauch such as the one that
distinguished the President, her beloved spouse.
Aline, Julie's younger sister and really the daughter of the Bishop,
possessed habits and defects and a character very unlike her sister's.
She was the most youthful of the four, she had just become eighteen;
she had a fetching, exuberantly healthy, and almost pert little
countenance; a little turned-up nose; brown eyes full of expression and
vivacity; a delicious mouth; a most shapely though somewhat tall figure,
well-fleshed; the skin a bit dark but soft and fine; ass rather on the
ample side but well-molded, a pair of the most voluptuous buttocks that
ever a libertine eye may behold, the love mound brown-haired and pretty,
the cunt a trifle low or, as they say, р l'anglaise, but as tight as one
might wish, and when she was presented to the assembly she was thoroughly a
maid. And she still was at the time the party we are to chronicle got under
way, and we shall see in what manner her maidenhead was annihilated. As for
the first fruits of her ass, the Bishop had been peacefully plucking them
every day for the past eight years, but without, however, arousing in his
dear daughter much of a taste for these exercises: she, despite her
mischievous and randy air, only cooperated out of obedience and had never
hinted that she shared the slightest pleasure in the infamies whose daily
victim she was. The Bishop had left her in the most profound ignorance,
scarcely did she know how to read or write, and she had absolutely no idea
of religion's existence; her mind was natural, it was that of a child, she