Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

The next day I went to my father and related everything Guac had done and said to me. " Good," he commented; " you are a fiery creature. You' ll be fucked forward and backwards and orally too and you' ll adore it. You shall be married within a week' s time. Between now and then I' ll find you a more sturdily furnished fucker than I. For the time being, we' ll do our best with a makeshift. Ready yourself, I intend to put it in you. Impossible to give so pretty a cunt too many stretchings." My father encunted me thrice. " And still a maid, damn my eyes!" said he.

" But that awful uncle of mine," I protested, " with his massive prick, has already raped me upon three occasions."

" Three!" my father exclaimed. " What the devil kind of a cunt could God have given you! You could be sold a thousand times over as a virgin. Here, I' d better refuck you." He refucked me.

While I was rinsing my cunt with warm water, my father had gone to the window and was chatting with a young solicitor, his next- door neighbor, a strapping handsome buck of thirty. My cunt washed, I went to have a peep, raising the curtain, but, having been observed by the young man, I withdrew. " Who is that heavenly creature?" he enquired. My father replied with a casual gesture which was probably meant to signify that I was his mistress. He was still gesturing when the solicitor took his leave.

' My father spoke to me at once. " How would you like that lad to put it in you? He' d pay."

" Oh, Father!"

" Call me Sir in front of him." There was a knock. My father answered the door and I heard him ask in a low voice, " You brought it?"

" Here you are. Fifty louis."

" Mademoiselle," my father thereupon said to me, " you know that I love you for what you are. This young man, one of my very best friends, has come to make you a present. I am going out now. Show him you are capable of expressing your gratitude." My father concealed himself; the solicitor fancied he had left.

" Have you been fucked today?" he enquired, coming up to me and grasping by breasts.

I slapped his face. " Monsieur," I said, " we are in my father' s house."

" You are… Mademoiselle."

" Quite, Sir, and am to be married next week."

" A marriage, that would be, of interest or one born of affection?"

Having learned of my attachment, my father met my fiance and discovered him monstrous. Being a thoughtful father, he undertook to have me prepared for what lies in store for me. " I thought you a friend of his. I consented after having seen you." The solicitor fell to his knees, and begged my forgiveness a thousand times over. " Therefore behave properly," I continued. Wherewith he caressed me. I at last returned one of his kisses. He drew me to the bed. His prick belonged to the same category as my uncle' s, but he was less adroit. I called out loudly for pommade. " My fiance once enticed me to his chambers. He shut and bolted the door and attempted to violate me," I explained. " Unable to make any headway, he pommaded me and still had no luck. But pommade me nonetheless." While saying this to him, his fumbling efforts caused me to discharge; I sighed ecstatically, panting. My father mistook these sound for those of pain; he emerged from hiding, pommaded me and guided my fucker' s prick into my cunt.

" Thrust." he said to me. " Lift your ass, squeeze him in your arms. For every blow your depucelator gives you, reply with one of your flanks. Lock your legs around his body and tighten them as you move about. Good, that' s it… excellent!… jump, my dear, throw caution to the winds."

" Great God! What pleasure." exclaimed my fucker, " How narrow her cunt is. How deliciously she moves under me."

I darted my tongue into his mouth, murmuring: " My heart… my beloved… I adore you."

" Ah, the dear little thing. What tenderness. I' m discharging… fucking her…"

" Oh, Father, he' s fucking me! Do all men then fuck this way? Ah, Father, what joy! My soul is going to flow out of the hole he is in." I discharged, my whole body becoming rigid.

" The little princess!" expostulated the solicitor, " look at her come! My good man, give her to me to be my wife. I' ve depucelated her, I' ll marry her!"

My father, who had his own designs upon me, refused. As a result the solicitor few into a rage, hurled himself back into my hole, and fucked me eighteen times. My father was obliged to pluck him off my belly and convey him home, for he was unable to walk. As for myself, I was hardly out of breath. Once I' d washed my cunt and refreshed it, I felt as good as new. Upon my father' s return, seeing he was deeply moved by the sight of my naked bubs, I told him that, if he was stiff, he might as well satisfy himself by fucking me two or three times. " What a scene that was!" he gasped. " But you have a pitiless cunt and a ferocious taste for the game. Your cunt and taste will make our fortune. Let' s see if you can discharge again, my dearie. Let' s have it!"

And while encunting me, he praised me highly for having avowed I was his daughter and given that slap to the solicitor. " Fuckers," he observed, " have a certain disdain for the fucked, but in your case it shall be the contrary. I' d like to put you above those buggers."

" I' m discharging!" I cried.

" And so am I," said he, shaking me with his thumpings. He reencunted twice over and I matched his discharges; indeed, I outdistanced him. " I believe I' d work ten men dry," I said as I washed. I asked him to advise my fiance of what had to be done in order justly to encunt me. I shot my tongue into his mouth, smiled and left.

I had been fucked twenty- five times in the course of the day, seven by my own father. I returned to my house, but every man upon whom my glance stopped tempted me. How happy whores must be! I thought. They accost whomever they please. All of a sudden an idea popped into my head. I' ll go to see Guac, I' ll tell him to pommade me. Let him cleave to me in two, no matter so long as he fucks me! I quickened my pace.

He was with an attractive young man whom he told to hide directly he heard my footsteps approach. But I saw the young man through the keyhole. Guac received me with a mysterious air and led me into the half- lit room where I' d seen him conceal his visitor. " My darling, my beloved wife- to- be," he began, " I believe I might stuff you today; you need but give evidence of some complaisance."

" To be sure, but don' t overlook the pommade"

" I understand." I felt him turn me over to some gentler hands. Someone seized my breasts, my cunt, a tongue insinuated itself into my mouth. I replied with caresses. A hand lifted my skirts. I advanced my cunt prettily. A body got upon me. I felt a lump of butter being inserted into the entrance of my cunt, another into my rosebud. There was a push, I responded. To my astonishment, I sensed virtually no pain at all. Finally, the invading prick reached the depths of my womb – still no pain – and now a discharge. The abundance and sweet warmth of the fuck brought words to my lips. With an incredible pleasure, with wildest transports, I cried, " Dearest lover… divine lover… I am expiring from happiness and voluptuousness… I adore you!" The young man decunted. He sucked my nipples, my lips, had me stick forth my tongue. Then, without a moment' s delay, he reencunted me furiously. I had as much pleasure this second time as before. To be brief, he did it again and again, incessantly, and it was Guac who took him away at last. For my part, already fucked twenty- five times that day, I believe I could have stood at least another twenty- five with these two men simultaneously, if both of them had been able to stuff me.

Guac, noticing that I was having difficulty walking, sent for a cab while I rinsed out my cunt. " Well, my charming queen," quoth he, " have you been satisfactorily fucked?" I blushed. " Far from being tired," he pursued, " I' m dying to fit my shaft in your asshole."