"Sade, Marquis De - The 120 Days Of Sodom 2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marquis de Sade)

THE ELEVENTH DAY
They did not rise till late that day, and dispensing with all the usual
ceremonies, went directly to table once they had got up from their beds.
Coffee, served by Giton, Hyacinthe, Augustine, and Fanny, was largely
uneventful, although Durcet could not do without some farts from Augustine,
and the Duc thrust his brave instrument between Fanny's lips. Now, as from
the desire to what the desire causes 'tis ever but a single step with
personages such as our heroes, they went unswervingly toward satisfying
themselves; happily Augustine was prepared, she blew a steady breeze into
the little financier's mouth, and he came nigh to stiffening; as for Curval
and the Bishop, they confined themselves to fondling the two little boys'
behinds, and then our champions moved to the auditorium.
One day little Eugenie, who was becoming more familiar with the rest of
us and whom six months in the whorehouse had only rendered all the
prettier, Eugenie, I say, one day accosted me and lifting her skirts, bade
me look at her ass. "Do you see, Duclos, how Fournier wants me to keep my
behind today?"
An inch-thick patch of shit covered her sweet little asshole.
"And why does she want you to wear that?" I asked her.
"It's for the sake of an old gentleman who is coming this afternoon,"
she explained, "and he expects a beshitted ass."
"Well, well," said I, "he'll be very pleased with you I'm sure, for
yours couldn't possibly be more thickly encrusted."
And she told me that Fournier's was the hand that had smeared her thus.
Curious to witness the impending scene, I flew to the spy hole as soon as
dear little Eugenie was summoned. The principal actor was a monk, but one
of those monks we call gros bonnets, a Cistercian, tall, heavy, vigorous,
and nearing sixty. He caresses the child, kisses her upon the mouth, and
demanding to know whether she is neat and clean, he hoists her petticoats
personally to verify a constant state of cleanliness whereof Eugenie gives
him full assurance, although knowing nothing could be further from the
truth; but she had been instructed so to speak to him.
"What's this, my little rascal?" exclaims the monk upon catching sight
of that formidable mess. "What? Do you dare tell me you are neat and tidy
when your ass is as filthy as this? Why, by the Virgin, I'm sure 'tis a
fortnight since this bum's been wiped. 'Tis very troubling indeed, for I
like things to be clean, I do, and it truly looks as if I had better look
into the situation."
While speaking he had deposited Eugenie upon a bed, knelt behind her
buttocks, and begun to pry them apart with both his hands. One would have
thought that, at the outset, he purposed simply to observe the state of
affairs, which caused him great surprise, but little by little he becomes
accustomed to things as they are, sees here a virtue where he had seen only
a fault before, sticks out his tongue and moves his head closer, sets to
polishing the gem, the clods and spots he removes, the pristine object they
conceal inflames his senses, his prick gets up, his nose, mouth, and tongue
seem simultaneously to be at work, his ecstasy appears so delicious he is
all but deprived of the power to speak, his fuck finally mounts - he grasps
his prick, frigs it, and as he discharges, finishes cleaning that anus,
which is now so fresh and pure one would scarcely suppose it had been nasty