Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

When at last I had ejaculated, I told my one- time secretary to decunt, lift me, and put me down in an armchair; he did so. My daughter was palpitating; she was tickling her cunt with three fingers. Trait- d' Amour stiffened afresh, and with lunatic celerity he leapt upon her. " Embugger me, if you would be so kind, sir," she murmured. " I believe that would better serve to make me discharge."

" Ah, yes!" cried the bugger, " your cunt' s too weary," and he pierced her asshole dry.

" I' m going to discharge again," she announced, continuing to frig herself.

" Wait, wait an instant," her young perforator said, " I' ll frig you while embuggering." Embuggered and frigged, Conquette' s teeth chattered with pleasure. At this point, Brisemotte, finished with Minonne, sprang upon Rose- Mauve whom Trait- d' Amour had abandoned for my daughter. Rose- Mauve got herself embuggered and frigged to boot. Cordaboyau turned Connette over and dealt likewise with her. Free, Minonne tongued Conquette' s cunt while her brother was sodomized Conquette; and I frigged Minonne. The three buggresses declared that friggery joined to embuggery was divine.

As for myself, I sat slumped down in my armchair, a listless finger in Minonne' s cunt, for I had scarcely the strength to frig her. I was toppling over with drowsiness and yet stiff as the devil and lusting for all four of them. It made no difference to me whom I encunted, I must confess. Brisemotte steered Rose- Mauve towards me, his prick lodged in her asshole. I encunted her. The lively Minonne turned her alabaster buttocks around and presented me with her cunt, and I was about to sound it, when I heard Conquette exclaim: " I see what you' re doing!" She snapped Trait- d' Amour' s prick from her ass and rushed my way. " If Cupidonnet' s going to die from over- taxing his prick, ' twill be in my cunt he expires." She caught me in her arms and engulfed my weary weapon. We ended up in a heap and each quietly squeezed out his last drops of sperm.

Thus concluded that memorable soiree. The following Sunday was fixed as the date for the next party. After having given herself a scrupulous washing, Conquette went modestly, indeed, shyly to bed. I was unable to walk. My three gay colleagues remunerated their little partners and then picked me up bodily and carried me home, where they tucked me into bed.

The following day, after I had completed my work, I went to visit my daughter. She was in the storeroom and embraced me directly I arrived. " In heaven' s name, dear Papa, look out for your health. My need for your paternal kindness is greater than ever. What would become of me were I to lose you? You are the best of fathers, you give me all my necessities and much pleasure besides. I have an insatiable gem, but your Trait- d' Amour appeases it and satisfies me wonderfully well. I am well aware of the gift you have given me, and am grateful for it. My gratitude and tenderness belong entirely to you, I give no one else anything but fuck."

" My adorable daughter, you are always so faultlessly modest."

" I am also obliged to Trait- d' Amour for having brought along his little sister and his pretty mistress, especially for having turned them over to his two comrades so that he was able to devote all his attentions to me and relieve you in the hour of need, for I was very hot indeed. The girls are dear little creatures and are at least as accomplished as Rose- Mauve, who, I must say, is not without her merits. But you must be careful not to overdo it, Papa. Stay close to me, I' ll keep you busy enough. And no more than one party a week – I' m thinking of your capacities now, not of mine. Trait- d' Amour will give me most of what I need between parties. By only making love on Sundays, the boys and girls will find their appetite increased and their pleasure greater. We' ll devote half the day to the games and it will be delightful. But I' m jealous of you and Trait- d' Amour. Don' t put it in anyone but me, tell them all you don' t want any cunt but mine. I am jealous by nature, and, then again, where will you find a wife or a girl better than the one you have? I' m always clean and neat, whenever I do pee- pee I wash, as much for the fun of it as for the sake of fastidiousness, since this part of me, which you find charming, is always so hot that I never bring water into its neighborhood without feeling voluptuous sensations approaching those of lovemaking. And so don' t put it in me during the week, wait until Sunday, your pleasure will be greater and you' ll avoid killing yourself. Touch neither my fur nor my bubbies."

" You' re quite right," I admitted, " During the week I' ll kiss nothing other than your pretty feet, and I want constantly to have one of your slippers on my mantelpiece at home."

" By all means. There' s nothing more flattering than thus to be worshipped even down to one' s last articles of apparel. Because you adore them, I take the very best care of my feet. I wash them in rose water twice each day, morning and evening and whenever I come back from a walk."

" Ah, celestial fuckeress, let me kiss them! Let me kiss them!"

" None of that during the week; it arouses you. Kiss your idol. My face is as sensitive as most other parts of me. But go no further. Apart from that, I' m yours, do with me what you like, sell me, surrender me whenever you wish. I' ll give myself with pleasure, knowing it is for you."

Despite my inclinations, I fasted dutifully; I kept control over myself because it was necessary to do so. But there on my mantel lay her slipper, pink with green heels. I rendered it a daily homage in honor of my daughter, the most pious and most devoted child any man ever had. On Saturday I told Conquette of this ritual; she was transported with joy. She darted her tongue into my mouth, gave me her nipples to suck, her silken cunt hair to fondle, and said lovingly: " I thank heaven for having given me such a good father. He took the best care of me during my childhood and I am happy now to be able to make some return for his kindness by giving him a little pleasure. I am the charm and delight of his life, he is the charm and delight of mine. In love, and this I know by experience, nothing equals the voluptuousness of incest."

A few minutes later, at eight o' clock, the whole of our little society, Trait- d' Amour, his sister Minonne, his mistress Connette, Rose- Mauve, Cordaboyau, Brisemotte, came to talk over the next day' s get- together. I gave them the password and asked them to stay for supper. We had a fine eight- pound roast leg of lamb and quantities of Burgundy with hot pate. After the meal, eager to inject a little fire into them and into myself too, I related in the Brideconins' s presence, the following story.

" You enjoy stories," I said, pushing aside the plate containing my pate, which I did not wish to eat. " We' ll have very different business on our hands tomorrow. While you are finishing your supper I propose to entertain you with a tale." My friends laughed merrily and then fell silent and listened.

" There was in the city of Sens a widow, still beautiful although the mother of six girls, the eldest of whom was nearing twenty- three and was named Adelaide; the second, Sophie, was less than twenty- two; Julie, the third, was almost twenty- one; Justine twenty, Aglae nineteen, and finally, the youngest, Emilie eighteen. The mother, Madame Linars – that was her name – had as well two nieces, Lucie and Annette Baco. Also in the household were a pretty chambermaid of eighteen and the cook, a tall and handsome girl of twenty years. The husband had mismanaged his financial affairs before he died; his widow had only the income from her dowry, roughly five or six thousand pounds, with which to support her numerous entourage. The nieces had, between the two of them, only fifteen hundred pounds a years. Thus there were eleven persons to maintain on at the most seven thousand five hundred pounds.