Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

" I am your servant, dispose of me," she said, " in any way you like. The situation from which you rescued me was so dreadful that I cannot disobey you." We returned to the dining room. An instant before entering it, she pulled one bub from her bodice and had me kiss it. Montencon had completed preparations, pouring champagne into the decanter of wine. Conquette, warned, discerned the trick and unobserved slyly managed to fill her glass with water, reserving the wine to besot Montencon himself. But the bawd was not to be made drunk on anything but the lovely eyes and other charming features of my delicious Conquette Ingenue.

When at last Madame Poilsoyeux, who affected a convivial tipsiness, appeared to be in the state Montencon esteemed desirable, he signalled to me and, waiting for the first opportunity, I caught her around the waist with one arm and with my free hand seized her cunt. Apart from a strong desire to possess her at once, I wished to embolden her and prepare her cunt for the admission of a member more sizable than mine. I thrust her upon the bed, calling to Montencon to bring me what there was left of the butter from our meal. I deposited a lump the size of a walnut in her orifice and pushed it in out of sight.

" I' ll do that, please leave it to me," she said in the calmest of voices. However, her ass was moving with an admirable rhythm and the couch was creaking a marvelous tune. I discharged thanks to these effects, and myself emitted many musical cries of delight.

" Well, bugger," said I, " it' s your turn now."

Standing by the bed, holding his stoutly risen prick in his hand, Montencon gazed down at us. I had no sooner disengaged than he leapt bravely upon my daughter, whose wet cunt was still aquiver, and doubly resplendent with its garnishing of butter- and- fuck sauce. Montencon lunged, penetrated… Conquette screamed… I stepped forward, alarmed and ready to fly to her aid, but she was already smiling brightly. " Are you well bedded in?" I asked her fucker.

" Jesus Christ, yes! and delightfully! She' s nipping my prick. What a cunt she' s got. It' s like satin in there… ah!… ah! I' m fucking her… shake your ass, heavenly harlot, throw it about, buggress, oh delicious cunt, dance under my balls! Jump, do you hear! I' m com- ing… I' m dis- charg- ing!… ah!… ah!… ah!" The graybeard sank fainting down upon my daughter' s breasts. She was swimming in fuck and joy! I' d feared that she might be shy with a stranger and lie stock- still instead of answering her antagonist blow for blow. But immediately she had felt Montencon' s prick scrape in, she had thrashed about like a captive panther, roared like a young lioness, and discharged like a thoroughbred mare. Montencon, without decunting, began to fence with her again, shouting, weeping with lust, and periodically murmuring, " Divine bitch… play the whore… I guarantee your efforts will be rewarded." Three times over the battle was renewed; neither gave quarter; finally, dry from extreme toil, both desisted.

" That was a fuck worth ten of the everyday variety, and that cunt' s worth a thousand of the sort I used to have you stick, Linguet, even my little landlady' s. One leaves it for a moment, but regrets having to do so, but I say, my friend, dig in again, why don' t you? A woman' s a match for sixteen men in this game. Let' s not allow her to cool off nor suffer from idleness." Whereupon Conquette Ingenue, having lain motionless, save for her cunt, which she kept contracting as though a member were still stuffing it, jumped off the couch and ran to wash herself.

She found warm water ready for her. Montencon and I cast ourselves upon our knees before our divinity and one of us cleaned her ass, the other her cunt, then her buttocks and her thighs, for she was awash with fuck and even bleeding slightly. Taking care to wet neither her nightgown nor her stockings, we had her stand with her clothing drawn up above her waist. After a scrupulous ablution, we admired her, for she was ravishing with her ass and cunt thus exposed. We had her walk to and fro and we stared adoringly at the magic of her shifting hips and buttocks. " What enchants me," said the oldster as he watched her move towards us, " is that black cunt against a ground of lily- white skin, that silken cunt hair and that line of coral dividing it down the middle." The lovely creature turned about and exhibited further charms. " Ah!" exclaimed Montencon, transported, " what an ass! It is not one jot inferior to that peerless cunt." She came back. " Unspeakably beautiful cunt! ' Tis worthy of that divine ass." When Conquette came close to us, he kissed her fur, then getting to his feet (for we had remained kneeling the better to appreciate the drama), he carried her to the couch, begging my permission to tongue and suck all those charms before I refucked her. Great God! how she was tongued and sucked. He tickled her rosebud with his nose and tongue until her teeth chattered, then he concentrated upon her cunt. The beautiful girl shivered and trembled beneath this treatment and then, ejaculating, she neighed like a little horse into whose vulva one inserts for the first time the awe- inspiring and deep- driving engine of a vigorous stallion. The untupped mare' s dimpled, superbly fleshed buttocks shook; a groan rose from her very soul and was answered by the geyser sprung from her sperm- spewing stud' s prick.

All that, and my voluptuous daughter had been merely tickled by a tongue! Mentencon abandoned her bubbling well and I, leaping upon my Conquette' s heaving belly, holding her ass three inches above the bed, dived brutally into the abyss. She did naught but seem to sway gently before that onslaught and my lustful impatience required more. " Pull off one of her shoes," I said to Montencon, " and tickle the soles of her feet with it." He removed a shoe, but the scoundrel amused himself by sniffing it.

"' Tis Cypris," quoth he, " and within her shoes have the scent of ambrosia."

" Tickle her feet, I tell you!" I roared. He did and at her second twitch I discharged like Vesuvius in eruption. In my ecstatic joy I gave thanks to fate for having blessed me with so perfect a daughter, whose twitching cunt procured me such intense pleasures.

" I am discharging again…" Conquette stammered. " My father' s prayer drove his prick deeper into me."

" Oh, what a worthy father! what a pious daughter!" exclaimed Montencon. I decunted. " But tell me why," said the energetic old bawd, stretching out upon my daughter again and reencunting her without having washed, " why did you have me tickle the feet of your celestial fuckeress?"

" I obtained the recipe from a printer who was wont to fuck the wife of his confrere with the latter' s enthusiastic cooperation."

" But," my printer friend asked the fellow he cuckolded, " what in heaven' s name did you do to her to make her give me such pleasure?"

" You saw, didn' t you, that her feet were bare? Well, someone told me that the sons of Mesdames Quillenpoche and Radball having chanced into the room where a barrister and a pimp were cuntstuffing their mothers, the little youngsters, loath to disturb the party, removed a delicate slipper from each lady' s foot and therewith tickled their soles, the which caused those ladies to skip in a very lively fashion and to receive from their own sudden movement quite as much satisfaction as they simultaneously gave their operators. So, since that day, in like circumstances they always have their feet tickled."

" Kindly do the same for me," said Montencon. He began coming and going in Conquette' s cunt.

" Astonishing!" he remarked. " Your own father' s fuck – the fuck whereof you were created – amalgamated with yours in your sacred cunt, should, it seems to me, serve as pommade. But I can hardly get into you!" From the crimson color of my daughter' s cheeks I saw he was hurting her.