grgr (21): two of the waiters ... /: a french amplification

[Lorentzen / Nicklaus]

                                       [- parental advisory: explicit content]
  

  "two of the waiters kneel on deck lapping at the juicy genitals of a blonde in 
  a wine velvet frock, who meantime is licking ardently the tall and shiny 
  french heels of an elderly lady in lemon organza busy fastening felt-lined 
  silver manacles to the wrists of her escort, a major of the yugoslav artillery 
  in dress uniform, who kneels with nose and tongue well between the bruised 
  buttocks of a long-legged ballerina from paris, holding up her silk skirt for 
  him with docile finger-tips while her companion, a tall swiss divorcée in 
  tight-laced leather corsolette and black russian boots, undoes the top of her 
  friend's gown and skillfully begins to lash at her bared breasts with the 
  steems of half a dozen roses, red as the beads of blood which spring up and 
  soon are shaking off the ends of her stiff nipples to splash into the eager 
  mouth of another wend who's been jerked off by a retired dutch banker sitting 
  on the deck, shoes and socks just removed by two adorable schoolgirls, twin 
  sisters in fact, in identical dresses of flowered voile, with each of the 
  banker's big toes inserted now into a downy little furrow as they lie forward 
  along his legs kissing his shaggy stomach, pretty twin bottoms arched to 
  receive in their anal openings the cocks of the two waiters who have but 
  lately been, if you recall, eating that juicy blonde in that velvet dress back 
  down the oder river a ways ..." (p. 467)


  scenes like that, which present sexuality with a certain sense of   
  "instrumental rationality" (- every hole has to be filled ...), appear often  
  in the writings of the marquis de sade. here comes, as usual in m.o.p.a.t., a 
  feminine constellation from "juliette ou les prospérités du vice" [1797]:

  "elisabeth was the first one. 'put her like that', madame delbène went on, 
  'that you can kiss her beautiful mouth, while she's tickling you. myself i 
  take her asshole upon me during the whole session. flavia helps elisabeth at 
  work. i recommend especially her pretty breasts. in case you want to please 
  madame volmar, put your tongue inside the ass. she then will bow beneath you 
  and lick you. but do you know what i will do to madame sainte-elme?' the 
  mother superior asked. 'she will have to stand up the way i can eat her ass 
  and her cunt at the same time and she can do the same to you. concerning me 
  you can feel free to do whatever you like, i'm here to serve you.' delighted 
  about what i had seen at madame volmar i screamed: 'i wanna fuck you in the 
  ass with this godmiché!' 'beautiful, my good one, very brave', said, touched, 
  madame delbéne while presenting herself to my shoves, 'here's my ass.' 
  'alright', i now said, 'let's go! dear my sweet little volmar', i went on, 'be 
  so kind to do with your clit the same to me, what i do to delbéne, you can't 
  imagine how this kind of satisfaction turns me on! i want to tickle with both 
  hands elisabeth and flavia while licking flavia's cunt.
  since the mother superior had wished fight until slackness, we had to change 
  the positions seven times, and seven times i shed floods of cunt water."

             tintin et milou (- on a marché sur la lune)       

  ps: see also in vineland, pp. 46-47, the marquis de sod. "...the marquis, his 
  wardrobe now upgraded into an authentic eighteenth-century costum, might carry 
  on dialogue with some substandard lawn while lashing away at it with his 
  bullwhip, each grass blade in extreme close-up being seen to have a face and 
  little mouth, out of which, in thousandfold-echoplexed chorus, would come 
  piping, 'more, more! we love eet!' the marquis leaning down playfully, 'ah 
  cahn't 'e a r  you!' presently the grass would start to sing the company 
  jingle, to a, by then, postdisco arrangement of the m a r s e i l l a i s e -

     a lawn savant, who'll lop a tree-ee-uh,
     nobody beats mar-
     quis de sod!" (47)