Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

" The foregoing account ought to give you some approximate idea of the excellent use we can make of your wife once you have depucelated her: you' ll not be deprived of anything, never fear. You will yourself fit the pricks into Madame' s asshole and cunt. You' ll be her pimp and when both her holes are adequately enlarged, you' ll perhaps, my dear fellow, be allowed to fuck her in each of them.

" My fraternal salutations and heartiest best wishes."

" Such, dear Madame," I said to Conquette, " would certainly have been your fate had you not had the good fortune to die and cease to be Vitnegre' s wife." My remark astonished everyone including my daughter and the Brideconins.

This letter, read to the company after we had put away a quantity of champagne, elevated the spirits of the younger members of our group. While the Brideconins tidied up after the meal, the rest of us repaired to the storeroom. There, half- tipsy, Trait- d' Amour took me aside and, pointing to his comrades, said, " How the devil can these buggers have an inkling of our happiness and of what your mistress' s cunt is like if they don' t handle it for themselves? I' m not suggesting that they ought to discharge into it, surely not, but simply that they take a quick experimental dip to sample its smoothness. As soon as they' ve all had a plunge and are out again, you or I – depending upon which of us two is in the better state to do the job – will finish off the work and make Madame discharge."

" Agreed," I answered. Cordaboyau, stiff as a mule, presented himself first. We had Conquette repose upon the fucking- couch, adjusted her clothing, and declared we' d stand by to pluck him from the breech as soon as he' d obtained a notion of the narrow cunt' s incredible geography and velvet- like texture and when the fluttering of his eyelids indicated an imminent eruption of fuck.

" Well, in that case," said the bugger, " have one of our sluts lie down near at hand. Tell her to grease her cunt. I' ll sound it when I feel my prick convulsing for a discharge." Rose- Mauve was pommaded and stationed within convenient reach of Cordaboyau. He slowly encunted Conquette, the remarkable qualities of whose cunt elicited exclamations from him, but he sank down to the bottom. We watched him carefully. He winked.

Brisemotte and Trait- d' Amour instantly picked him up. " That blasted scoundrel," they cried, " he' s about to come!" And they deposited him upon Rose- Mauve, whose legs were well spread and waiting. Connette guided his prick to the mark. Rose- Mauve, most passionate of the ladies at our disposal – with, of course, the notable exception of that incredible Madame Vitnegre – swallowed the prick with three speedy jerks of her ass. Cordaboyau accompanied his discharge with howls and shouts of lust. Rose- Mauve' s legs wrapped around his waist with perfectly delicious fury.

What I was watching brought my prick aloft and I plunged into my daughter' s wet cunt. Sufficiently exercised, she discharged twice by the time I' d moistened her with my paternal seed. She giggled, sighed, twitched, rolled, and kicked.

" Ah! ha!" said Trait- d' Amour, " You are her cunt' s very soul, my dear master! It melts into love- juice when you perforate it. Fuck him, divine creature, and discharge!" Next came Brisemotte' s turn. Lubricated, Conquette was stretched out upon the couch. He plugged her gap. The bulkiness of the prick and its rigidity fetched muffled groans from her breasts. She labored with all the best in her, but the formidable engine lay three inches from home. All of a sudden we perceived that the treacherous Brisemotte was about to drench in a torrent of sperm the cuntlet he was martyrizing and we were unable to pry him loose. His prick was lodged tight, inextricably wedged, like a great mastiff' s would be in the vulva of a bitch of that same breed. In this moment of peril, Trait- d' Amour and I addressed ourselves imploringly to Conquette' s sense of propriety. Faithful to our pricks, that adorable fuckeress lunged her ass powerfully backwards and dislodged Brisemotte' s member. Without a moment' s hesitation, Trait- d' Amour, all asweat, drove his hanger into the gaping cunt. Enraged, Brisemotte hurled himself upon Rose- Mauve, who was expecting nothing of the sort. He fucked her from the rear and with such brutality he made her cry out as much from pain as from pleasure.

Seeing Connette getting to her feet, he roared, " Stay where you are, slut! I' m in such a rage over that velvet- lined cunt Trait- d' Amour' s fucking that I' d encunt the Place de la Concord." Once through with Rose- Mauve, he did indeed fuck Connette. He brought shrieks from her, then, without pausing, had wildly at Minonne, and resumed: " Rose- Mauve, why have I not got that infernal landlady under my belly? The old girl limps gracefully about, she' s got fair dugs, call her hither!" We prepared Rose- Mauve for him and he embuggered her.

Meanwhile, Trait- d' Amour was fighting it out with Madame Vitnegre, who complained tenderly of his roughness and discharged uninterruptedly, for her encunter did not once decunt. " Let any buggress who' s got nothing else to do," said he, " come here and tickle the teats of my goddess; that will make her give me a jolt or two."

" Very well," I joined in, " Minonne, go tickle her clitoris. Connette employ your soft hands to dangle your cruel cunt- splitter' s balls, and I' ll tickle my beloved' s delicate feet."

All this was done. Violent leaps and starts, cries, exclamations of lewd delight: " Divine fuck! Divine cunt!" " Divine prick!" By these tokens our two co- workers gave evidence of their frenzy.

However, Cordaboyau' s nose caught the scent of Conquette' s sweet little shoe, and he went like a shot to put his prick into it. " Don' t bother over that thing," said Rose- Mauve, solidly embuggered as at the moment she happened to be, " that' s silly. My cunt is idle, why don' t you give it a fucking?" She thrust her belly into the air and, while Brisemotte continued to tunnel into her ass, Cordaboyau took possession of her cunt.

I had such a blinding erection, thanks to what I saw and heard going on, that I was ready to encunt Minonne or Connette. My daughter, then busily discharging, spoke softly to me: " Can it then be… that you are tempted by some cunt other than mine?"

This example of filial devotion touched my heart. " Off with you." I said to Trait- d' Amour. " You must have discharged by now." He decunted and I, stirred by an unlimited fatherly affection, encunted my daughter without even washing her flooded cunt. " We' ll mix our three fucks." I said as I burrowed in. " May your daughterly cunt engulf the paternal prick and delight therein! Move your ass to and fro, my adorable child, give me back all the fuck I spat into your mother' s womb so as to beget you." Ah! How the wench writhed, shook her ass and vibrated her cunt the day I stuffed her with you! She was wearing her shoes and her clothes were somewhat askew. She was so furiously hot she got astride me and encunted her own self in order to excite me the more. While she was posting up and down, she said: " Push it in, my chick. Bury it completely. My cunt' s oiled and ready for anything. I' ve just been fucked by that handsome law- office clerk you' re so jealous of." And she squirmed and twisted. As for myself, I fucked her then with the same religious zeal wherewith I am fucking you now. ' Twas I who engendered you in her slithery cunt. Although you bear a likeness to Louis XV who, so they say, used to fuck your mother."

" Oh, dear Father! Heaven- sent, thrice- blessed prick!" was Ingenue' s reply; " Overwhelmed by fuck and tenderness, I feel by my insatiable cunt that I am truly your daughter. I sense it when I am gripped by the pleasure that is mine when the celestial thought enters my mind that I am being fucked by my father! Let us discharge in unison, dearest Papa. I have more fuck when fucking you than anyone else. Ah! ah! burrow, dig in, dig in, father- prick. My fuck' s long in arriving for I' ve done a lot of fucking, you know, but while waiting I have all the more pleasure. Ah, fuck! oh joy!… Vitnegre, monster who would tear me to bits without even trying to tupper me, why are you not on my belly now? Why is your black prick not gouging my cunt? And Fout- a- Mort, rend me in twain! Dear Papa," the delirious girl continued, " divine fucker, I' m coming. I' m c- ccom- ing for Fout- a- Mort' s sake!" And she gave vent to a tide of fuck. Her eyes rolled, she babbled, she foamed at the mouth. She had locked her legs around my waist and with her cunt and thighs she beat out a fine paradiddle upon my belly. Someone had put her shoes on her feet and with each jolt of her ass she clicked her high heels together, as her mother used to so as to remind me, while we fucked, of the beauty of her feet. This spectacle looked so delicious to my three droll companions- at- arms that, carried away altogether, they fell to encunting: Trait- d' Amour stuffed Rose- Mauve, Cordaboyau Connette, and Brisemotte Minonne; those lads made the girls screech like so many virgins.