Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

" I believe he will, for he never hides his reaction if something displeases him."

" My beloved," Guac went on, his black eyes glinting with pleasure and lust, " allow me to put it in you here, right now, on your father' s bed. Do let me." I thought it a fine idea: after all, I had already been depucelated and furthermore, my gem had been itching me furiously ever since my father had perforated it. However, I replied: " Oh my, no! What if my father were to come in? And he' ll be back soon."

" Why, when he sees you being screwed, he' ll do nothing if not hasten your marriage."

He lowered me upon the bed. I resisted feebly and clumsily. He thrust his prick between my cunt- lips, then pushed but could not advance, even though he interrupted his struggles to wet the head of his device. He increased his effort, which resulted in his losing a bucket of sperm all over my pubic hair, my belly, and my thighs.

I slipped away to wash myself. " Indeed, you are very thoroughly a virgin, ' tis clear," said he, putting his clothes back in order. While wiping and drying myself, from out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed my father in a hiding place. I pretended not to have noticed. An instant after I returned to Guac, that cunning father of mine entered the room. Guac requested my hand in marriage. My father answered that he would allow me to make my own choice. He signed the documents. He then told Guac that he would like to have a talk with me and that he would conduct me to my aunt' s – he wished also to speak to her. We would all meet there. Guac left.

" Have you been fucked?" my father demanded directly Guac had gone. He seized my cunt and drew me towards him. " Have you, eh?"

" You saw very plainly that I have not been."

" Where did he discharge? Upon the hair? Did some of it get between the lips?"

" Yes."

" Good enough. That will sometimes suffice to impregnate. You' ve nothing more to fear. Go visit him in his lodgings and give him a free rein. Between now and then I might just as well dig the ditch a little deeper." Aided by a large spoonful of butter, he penetrated me with some ease, and repeated the operation three times, excited by what he had just been watching and because I was extremely well shod in new silk slippers. I discharged three times within each encuntage: that totaled nine. My father affirmed I was a mettlesome, high- spirited girl and that I should turn into a good fuckeress. I washed with care and he took me to my aunt' s.

We found Guac there upon our arrival. My appetite was rather whetted than satisfied by my father' s triple stuffing. Said I to my fiance: " Go to your place. I' ll join you there, for I wish to have a conversation with you." He dashed off. My father spoke to my aunt, suggesting that the wedding- day be advanced. He feared, from the manner in which I had discharged, that I might become pregnant because of him and at the same time he desired that it happen; but at any rate I had to marry. My aunt went out with him.

I too was about to leave, in order to let Guac essay a complete encuntage, when my uncle appeared. I was in such a sweat of lust that I was by no means sorry to see him, even though he did not please me personally. He turned the key in the lock and approached. " So you are going to marry? Well then, come along. Let' s have a look at the goods that are to be made over to him. You know, Guac has such a large prick he' s likely to damage you lest we loosen things a little." This observation convinced me I ought to yield. He seized me.

" Leave me, leave me." I pronounced in a weak voice. My uncle paid no attention and seeing I was not going to cry out or scratch, he bore me to the bed, had up my clothes, and directed his prick into my vagina. I feigned self- defense, but managed simultaneously to facilitate matters. He hurt me, I did indeed moan, and observing that my complaints were of some aid to him, I began to scream at the top of my lungs which brought him trembling in to the hilt. It caused me such pleasure that my groans were those of ecstasy. I struggled fiercely, but my cunt hugged his thick member. My body thrashed, my ass heaved with such fine effect that I discharged with terrible convulsions. My cunt contracted so tightly that it pinched my uncle' s gland. He bellowed and half fainted from pleasure. " You fuck damned bloody well for a virgin! What will you not be able to accomplish in time! Let' s begin again." He had at me three times in all, heedless of my tears, for I thought it wise to weep. When he had had his fill, he decunted. " Oh celestial fuckery!" he exclaimed, " were your cunt' s merits more generally known, it would make you your fortune."

" Yes, you have given me an excellent start," I answered between sobs.

He unlocked the door, emptied the bidet containing a mixture of water, blood, and fuck. Then, fearing his wife' s return, he went out, saying, " You owe me your thanks. Without that preparation, Guac would have disemboweled you. Come see me again if I can be of further help."

This kind of language neither surprised nor upset me. As soon as he had gone, I dried my tears and adopted an air of perfect gaiety. My aunt returned; I notified her of her husband' s attack, but omitted to mention its success: my aim was to encourage her to expedite my marriage. I begged her to say nothing to my fiance of what had transpired, pointing out that this might lead him to change his mind. I promised always to protect my virtue with the same dauntless courage which had just animated me, and while I was speaking in this vein the itch returned my cunt. I asked to be excused, left the apartment and raced to Guac' s hoping that, prepared as I was, he' d drive it home this time. He was awaiting me. " I have a quantity of things to tell you," I began. But he did not allow me to continue further. He made for my cunt. " We' ll fuck first of all," quoth he, guiding me onto my back. His impetuosity rather relieved me, for, in truth, I had nothing new to say to him. I put up a calculatedly awkward resistance, as I had with my uncle and my father, but, enlarged though I was, his attempts were in vain. I dared not tell him to resort to butter. That would have struck him as no virgin' s advice. I waited for the idea to occur to him. It didn' t. " You' re devilishly mint in there," he muttered, rolling me over on my belly and spitting into my asshole. Wherewith, by dint of an unheard- of effort, he hammered his engine into that small orifice. I emitted ghastly shrieks, but he held me in such a grip while embuggering me that I was unable to budge. I endeavored to reply to his buffets in order to minimize my suffering and hasten the denouement, and my bouncing ass did bring an end to the drama. The member in my ass seemed to have the proportions of a siegegun' s barrel. To feel it withdraw was a not unpleasant sensation. " You' re worth your weight in gold, even bumwise, excellent." Then he asked my pardon. " Your lovely cunt, your lovely ass, your white breasts were driving me out of my mind. Unable to encunt you, I embuggered you, in despair, as it were. Forgive me, my dear creature. I have all sorts of plans for recompensing your sterling behaviour." My ass hurt. Guac dipped it in warm water, then he kissed it, licked it also, occasionally running his tongue as far around as my cunt. He had stiffened anew, but I wished to leave. He was obliged to bring me home in a carriage: to walk caused me pain, but the carriage afforded him an opportunity to frig me while he sniffed one of the shoes he had removed from my feet and into which he finally discharged a full pint of fuck. Delirious with pleasure, " My queen," said he, " my prick is over- large for you. Pick out some handsome young lad by whom to be depucelated and I' ll find a way to arrange everything without compromising you." The suggestion appealed to me. Guac got out and carried me into the house. I went to bed. The pangs in my asshole diminished and then vanished with sleep.