Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

She was the image of her mother in this heel- clicking, for I never fucked that lamented woman save in daytime. For, whether having at her cuntwardly, bumwise, or orally, I wished to be inspired by the best part of her: I am referring to her leg and foot. I used to ask her to click her heels, because that reminded me of a woman walking, and that would always give me an erection.

When my daughter had had her fill of discharging, she thrust Timon away from her swimming cunt.

The celestial Conquette Ingenue was as always her fair- minded and clear- thinking self: the reader will be not in the least surprised by the speech she uttered now. Turning over on her belly, she said, " My next- to- best friend, lubricate me. My foremost friend depucelated my gem and justice demands that to you be offered the first use of my rosebud – Papa would surely approve my decision."

" Oh goddess!" exclaimed Timon as he inserted pommade into her anus by means of a simple piece of apparatus, " What a tranquil judgment you have, what unfailing wisdom! He shall have the cuntlet and I the rosy vent and each of us shall enjoy the privilege of exclusive fuckery." Timon burst through the narrow gate despite one of two little squeals and titters from my cherished daughter, and, after some lively thumps and rattlings, he discharged. " Fuck!" he roared in his cultured voice, " Fuck! What as ass! Why, this is the very pleasure of Olympean Zeus!" and he slumped forward, drained of sperm and short of wind after that single stroke of lighting. It also occurred to him, to my measureless satisfaction, that he had an appointment at seven. Rolling her upon her back so as to be able to give her a farewell kiss in the form of a few stabs of the tongue aimed into her cunt, Timon left the amorous Conquette Ingenue stretched out upon the bed. He lit his candle, opened the door, and shut it behind him.

He was no sooner gone than I sprang from hiding and landed upon my adorable daughter, who had been moved by and whose cunt was oscillating vibrantly from those three nips Timon had bestowed in going. " Why, gracious! Are you there?"

" Of course, my beloved: he embuggers, I encunt! You are at the origin of this shattering erection you see me wearing."

" Oh dearest Papa! Fuck me, do. Fuck your devoted daughter, fuck her." It was the first time in her life she had used this word. She repeated it thrice, being by no means blind to its singular potency. " You' ll have to do the fucking, for I' m perfectly exhausted." She grasped my prick and plunged it into her cuntlet. " Push," she cried, " push, divine prick, paternal prick, squirt fuck into your daughter' s cunt!" While holding forth in this strain, she flung her ass about with such energy I was soon lodged in the depths of her cunt. Long live common everyday cunt- fuckery! Of the forty manners of being rid of one' s load, ' tis by far the best. I had my daughter' s mouth, her tongue, her white breasts, the view of her charming countenance, always made doubly attractive when the woman' s being fucked by her sweet phrases: " Dear, most beloved prick, divine prick, oh, how it itches my cunt. Thrust, drive deep, bugger, deeper… I' m coming… I' m discharging… fuck, fuck a river of fuck… your tongue, dear cunt- fucker, dear lover… oh, I' m discharging again, fuck, bloody bugger, suck, bite my tits…"

In tune with Conquette' s second emission, I discharged, shooting my seed to the last recesses of the wrung- tight cunt gripping me like a velvet fist. And I felt myself adorably needled by what the vulgar call the clitoris, and more polished persons the finger of heaven. And some other interior organ, the cervix, attained only by lengthy pricks, avidly sucked the end of my engine. Discharging with this delicious idea in my brain – picturing myself wedged in the most beautiful of women, her back arched, her flanks heaving, solidly stoppered, sweating with joy – I fucked the child of my loins. I frothed into her cunt. What, I thought, if our mingled seed my create a new child! I' m cuckolding that bounder, that bleeder, Vitnegre! I' m fucking the wife he thinks dead! The wife he' s never fucked. We' re fucking her, Timon and I, he her ass, I her cunt, while that base, vile dog is frigging himself at the thought of her. He believes her gone, killed by one of his clients. Her cunt streams like that of a princess being futtered by a regiment of the royal guard! Those ideas, rapidly turning over in my imagination, doubled, quadrupled my delight.

My daughter squeezed me out. " I' m full to the gills," said she, " my cunt and my ass too. I' ve got to wash."

I ran to the kitchen in search of warm water. There I found Madame Brideconin, the lady of the house, seated by the hearth, her snowwhite breasts lazing in plain view. Monsieur Brideconin said: " I' ve just given her a plumbing in honor of your daughter, Madame Poilsoyeux," I had given her that name so that she' d not have to bear her infamous husband' s. I went back down to the storeroom and I, myself, sponged clean my divine girl' s secret charms. I noticed a few traces of blood near the rosebud and also, indeed, in the cunt. " What have we here? Have I hurt you?"

" Yes, ever so slightly, my darling tormentor, but pain made my pleasure the greater – even in my ass." Cleansed, Conquette Ingenue regarded me for a moment. " I was in such a hurry to make love with you, oh guardian angel, that I did not even have the time to ask your opinion on what has taken place between Timon and me."

" I too have something to say in that regard, but we are going now to have supper. You need rest, we' ll chat tomorrow." I gave her my tongue, she gave me hers, they entwined. I kissed her pink nipples and went off to eat.

During supper I related to Madame Brideconin something of " Madame Poilsoyeux" alleged death so that she and her husband could avoid compromising her.

While we supped, my daughter' s host carried her bed down to the storeroom. When everything had been arranged she and I went back down together. " I think I' ll be afraid all alone in here. Ask Madame Brideconin to spend the night with me."

" I' ll stay, my lovely."

" Oh, I' d prefer that! Not for lovemaking, but so that my loving papa will sleep with his head pillowed on the breasts of Vitnegre' s wife while Vitnegre passes the night boring himself or fucking one of my old shoes."

" Heavenly child," I said, " I am going to tell you tonight what I had planned to postpone until tomorrow." As might a newlywed husband, I undressed my goddess, kissing everything I brought to light. When both of us were in bed, I set her on my lap and began my discourse.

Oh, affable reader, I am able still to feel throbbings of the most exquisite voluptuousness as I recall to mind those enchanting moments that were mine, thanks to Conquette Ingenue.

" Lower yourself slowly, my queen, and with care, that I may insert the tenon without scraping the mortise." She followed instructions, and when perfectly encunted, she bade me speak. " You know, my dearest, that I have seen everything, heard everything. Your divine sentiments in my regard have penetrated me with gratitude and admiration. I wholly approve your gesture in awarding to Timon the handselling of your sublime ass and with transports of greatest joy I welcome and accept your devotion to me. However, my dear daughter, ' tis in your interest and for your welfare and happiness I employ it as I see fit. I am older, wiser than you, but, not unlike a sultan, subject to foolish jealousies and alarms. I have no intention of preserving you for my exclusively personal pleasures. You will have a buyer. Which would you prefer amongst the three men to whom your pucelage was sold?"

" The best- mannered, incomparable Papa, but he was also the one with the biggest prick."

" I shall therefore have your gem widened by a stoutly furnished gentleman of my acquaintance. He is not particularly lovable nor lovely, but some better- favored personage might weary you by making you discharge too frequently, or, worse, might win your heart, and that must not be allowed to happen. A preparatory fucker ought to gain possession of nothing but your cunt. Neither Timon nor I have the sturdy construction required for the job. We' re well equipped for depucelatory exercises, but are no cunt- stretchers. However, a number of possibilities come to mind. I' ll talk the problem over with the individual you prefer, then with the two others if he proves unwilling to cooperate. I have spied upon those three, and know their addresses. I' ll not compromise you, as your father I ask of you nothing but submissiveness and obedience."