… he' s pumped himself empty… poor boy, he' s fainted!" I waked from my swoon and she scolded me, demanding to know who' d taught me to behave that way.

" Your beauty," I replied, calling her my adorable sister.

" But you' re so young!"

With that I recounted my entire history to her, told her how I' d fondled and licked Genovefette' s cuntlet, how I' d mounted and subsequently fucked Madeleine' s silken- haired cunt, next fucked Madame Linguet thinking all the while she was Madame Bourgelat. I told her how Mammelasse had got herself stuffed by me, how, unable to do without cunts, I' d explored Babiche' s diminutive one with my tongue, and how I had got with child the three women I had properly fucked.

" Good heavens! You are certainly indiscreet!"

" With you, yes, because you are my elder sister, and because I' ve fucked you as well."

The tale I' d just brought spilling out, Marie' s dazzling bubs, the shoes she' d donned, everything conspired to stiffen me afresh. " Divine Marie," quoth I, "' tis not yet over. Methinks I' m going to fuck you again."

" But my husband?"

" The door' s bolted."

She pressed my head against her magnificent breasts, the while murmuring, " Are you also going to give me a baby, little scamp?"

I reencunted her and shot off joyously, but without fainting this second time.

Not until then had the glorious Marie been pregnant. The months flew by. I became the father of Mademoiselle Beauconin, the only child of my brother- in- law of that name.

I shall pass in silence over all the common fuckeries in which I had a principal role. ' Tis only by dint of the singular voluptuousness in libidinous scenery such as will appear in the tasty pleasure- takings which I plan to describe in the sequel, that one may touch the heart and mind of blase libertines and combat the atrocious penchants quickened by the abominable literature of the infamous and cruel Sade. And so I reserve all my energy for representing almost ineffable, almost indescribable lovemakings, couplings which outdo everything the racked imagination of Justine' s author was able to invent.