Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

I swore, I cursed, I called my daughter by divine titles: " Celestial cunt, majestic cunt, cunt of the gods, cunt of my prick. Was it I, or a king, or a prince, or indeed the strapping young attorney' s clerk who fucked you into your whore of a mother' s cunt? Who knows? But this prick of mine makes you my true daughter by mingling my fuck with yours. Divine, sacred slut, adorable embuggered buggress, I' ve got absolutely to embugger you too. No, on the other hand, your fuck is too precious for me to consent to lose a drop of it."

" Fuck me as much as you like, and wherever – in my ass, my mouth, between my breasts."

I said I would respect her wishes and then explained why I had followed in her tracks to and from Madame Brideconin' s pension: " My purpose was, firstly, to be there in case of danger and, secondly, to hear whatever was said to you by the men and youths whose pricks you made stiff. One said: ' What play in the hips, what appalling movements of the ass! Ah, by Christ, my sweet bitch, were we alone I' d make your cunt bubble!'"

" I, too, heard him," said Madame Poilsoyeux with a smile.

" Another – it was tonight – took one look at you and began to twiddle his member in the middle of the street. ' Little mother,' he said, ' I frig myself and I' m going to discharge all because of you."

" I heard that one also, I smiled at him and he added: ' Oh, if you are a whore, a divine whore! Fifty louis for you. Three screws. ' Twill take no more than an hour, either at your place or at mine. I live at number 16, rue de Buci, third floor, the door on the left."

" A pretty fop," I resumed, " muttered aloud: ' My prick in her mouth and my tongue in her cunt. Aye, ' twould do nicely,' and he frigged himself, frigged, frigged!"

" I saw him. I gave his prick a little tap with my fan. I felt very sorry for him. Indeed, I thought about him afterward. Perhaps that was why I seemed a bit testy when you seized my cunt upon our arrival here." These words gone out of her mouth and we staged a scene much like those I have already described, except that this time I laid my daughter on her back. " Dreadful Papa," she pouted, " you' re pretending you are the fop… ' tis he fucking me now… you have me fucked by everyone who desires me… and so I' m going to discharge in the fop' s honor, sir, with his prick in my mouth, his balls dandling on my bubs and my father' s prick eight inches deep in my cunt… I' ll swallow… your sweet fuck. I' m coming!" Never had she manifested so much passion.

She was thinking clearly, for between a brace of discharges she said: " I like your lips, they go with mine. I don' t like Montencon' s. I don' t want him to encunt me anymore," she said, flailing her body spasmodically, " with his tongue in my mouth… ah! ah! ah!… if I had that buck with the fifty louis – and you know I' m not a saucy creature – I think I' d play the whore, but I' d insist upon the money in advance – Vitnegre told me girls always do – and only then would I pull down his breeches and let my cunt be martyrized for pay."

" Quite right," said I.

Conquette was, as I say, naturally self- contained. She was only subject to libertinage' s frenzied exaggerations during lovemaking' s ecstasies, which with her, owing to her vigorous temperament, were overpoweringly strong.

Two wholehearted fuckings, a mere nothing for a younger man, left me exhausted. And yet, upon opening my eyes, I beheld a Conquette breathless with lust and eager for more. I dashed around to the rue de Buci, found number 16, and gained the third floor. I found the young man with the fifty louis to spend. He recognized me and I began at once to speak. " I am the father of the young lady to whom you offered fifty louis."

" The offer' s still good. Three fucks, an hours in all and cash on the spot."

" In my presence?"

" In yours and all France' s if you like. But no trouble, my good man. I' m not anxious to be rolled."

" Oh course not. And for my part I don' t want any noise. She' s yours for an hour – a quiet hour."

" By Jesus! Let' s be off." He placed fifty louis in his purse.

We arrived a few minutes later. " Here' s the gentleman who caught your fancy," I said to my daughter. " You need fifty louis; he' s got them for you in his pocket. Now you must earn them." The color mounted in Conquette' s cheeks. But she said not a word. The gentleman removed his breeches, approached her, seized her breasts, her cunt, then said to me: " Take the money. This satin- smooth cunt, these velvety breasts are worth the price." I took his purse.

He toppled Conquette upon the fucking- couch; she emitted a cry. " Oh, sir, my kind sir, please, don' t do me any harm."

" Have we a maid here?"

" Alas!" she sighed, " yes…" He encunted her like a shot. She sighed some more, made timid sounds, and discharged.

" She' s adorable," declared the embattled fucker, for he was fucking and refucking her without pity and without withdrawing; ' twas thus he exploded three times in a row.

My daughter now caressed him, now begged quarter, but went on discharging uninterruptedly. He decunted in the finest humor and, spying several drops of blood shed as a consequence of his furious fencing, affirmed, " Yes, you are honest people. A depucelage of that order is downright cheap at fifty louis. I' ll send you fifty more." My daughter had left the room to straighten her up. " Indeed, were I not already married," he added in a gentler tone, " I' d marry her for both her cunt and her affection. You' ll receive fifty additional louis. I' ll always remember her – but shall never see you again."

He departed. My daughter thanked me and told me she was satisfied. I turned her earnings over to her. " No, dearest Papa, that must go for our expenses." A little later, the remaining fifty arrived. Of that sum I could not prevail upon her to accept more than six louis. I left the other ninety- four in my storeroom and bade her use them if need arose.

When on the following day I appeared in the room, Conquette announced that she was afire. " Do you know where the fop lives?" she enquired.

" The one who pulled his prick from his breeches?"

" Yes," she said, " that one."

" He' s of no interest. That sort always proves a fool."

" Fool or not, I' m ablaze. Let' s go out. We' ll find someone and you' ll follow after me."

" Divine child, although I weary my feeble self in your heavenly cunt, my desires remain unimpaired. And if I were to die of pleasure in pleasure, I' d beg you to give your ass yet another jerk and let me expire in the depths of your exquisite trick."

" We' ll have a fuck, then – but just one. You are too dear and too necessary to me for me to neglect your welfare."

I climbed into the saddle. While she adjusted my prick at the gates of heaven, I said, " This outing you proposed strikes me as dangerous." And as she lay still, I continued, " No need to treat me with kid gloves. M… move your ass, my sweet, jump, d' ye hear? Skip, screw! discharge! There' s only one shot in the pistol, but it' s of a generous calibre. And, before you come to grips with some heavy prick or other, you need to be exercised a little." That inspired her. Her electrified ass and cunt vibrated like Marie Antoinette' s being fucked by a rascal of a gendarme in the Conciergerie. We discharged, Conquette and I, she like a queen, I like a stalwart revolutionary. I decunted, she washed.

On with the task, ' tis that and naught else which counts! We' ve a cunt to enlarge, and so there' s nothing for it; it' s got to be fucked.

The reader will recall the name of a certain Trait- d' Amour, formerly my secretary, Minonne' s brother and the lover of Connette, whom he, too thick- pricked himself, had me depucelate for him. He was a vigorous lad of twenty and he lived a stone' s- throw away. I went in search of him.