Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

For it was not to my aunt' s I wished to go. I had heard it said that fuck swallowed warm was excellent for the chest, fortifying it and whitening the tint of the skin. I wanted to quaff off a goodly dose of it, and my thoughts focused on sucking Guac' s prick. As soon as I was free, I dashed to his lodgings and found him getting ready to go out. " I' ve come to give you some pleasure," I said, " but shall not take any, for yesterday you wearied my dreadfully."

" Well, my dear, what' s on your mind? An embuggery, a little thigh- fuckery? A frotch between the shoulderblades or under the armpit? I can contrive to squirt into your ear, upon your neck, between your bubs if you' ll squeeze ' em, over your navel, between your calves – if it' s your calves, you' ll have to squeeze them too. Or would you like me to glove my prick in one of your slippers? You have only to ask and I shall do anything for you, save encunt you. We seem rather a mismatch in that sense." Instead of replying to this harangue, which was pure Greek to me, I unbuttoned his fly and set to frigging him with one hand while, by instinct, I tickled his nuggets with the other. He began to howl with delight: " Goddess… bleeding sacred bitch, divine whore… frig, frig, tickle… tickle my balls

… oh! Oh! What sensations! Buggress, slut, tramp… whore… angelic creature… my fuck' s coming!" Upon hearing this last exclamation I mouthed his large prick, rubbing the gland with my tongue. ' Twas then the good Guac, hurled into delirium, through a wealth of allusions gave evidence of a learning which only increased his stature in my eyes: " Fuck! Heavenly mouth! Aphrodite' s cunt, cunt of Cleopatra, Egypt' s queen, encunted my Anthony, Lais' s cunt, Aspasia' s, Phryne' s, the cunt of Dame Agnes Sorel, of Marion Delorme, of Ninon, of Madame d' Aubigne, of Mesdames la Valliere and Pompadour and Duthe and la Lange, of the pretty Marc, of the adorable and provocative Mezerai, of the youthful and naive Henry, you are as nought compared to this mouth! Oh, I' m fucking… fucking… fucking- ing- ing… discharging… oh, swallow it, swallow it! Gorge yourself on fuck, my empress!" And he spewed forth half a keg of it. I kept on pumping at the source. "' Tis too much," he cried, " one dies of that sort of pleasure." He had me take some coffee to rinse my mouth. Then I began to frig him anew. He sucked my nipples, my tongue and would have sucked my cunt; but I demurred, expecting to be fucked later than evening. He got stiff again, I shook and twiddled and stoked his machine. I tickled his spheres, more fuck appeared and I swallowed another brimming measure of it. This happened a third time; mere lack of time forced us to separate.

At nine that evening, a coach came to take me to my father' s. There, we supped, fucked, and slept as upon the previous night. On the morrow, after chocolate, I went to Guac' s for my breakfast of fuck. Returning to my aunt' s, her husband, probably having conferred with his wife' s brother, was eager to put it in me; I gave him a firm refusal. He complained to his wife, who in turn reproached me, but, once I had informed him that my fiance had stuffed me ten times in succession with my father as witness, she begged my pardon and advised her husband to wait his turn in line.

I was to be called for that evening. Before going, my aunt whispered in my ear, " Try to avoid a fucking so that your uncle can put it in you tomorrow; he' s dying to." I found my lover at my father' s house. We talked of Guac during supper. My lover said that, having been encunted in his presence, I ought not fear becoming pregnant. " That," he added, " is why I headed straight in and discharged in the cellar."

"' Tis a great pleasure for me to put your prick in my daughter' s cunt." my father remarked. " I enjoy thinking of the horns growing on that confounded and most dishonest Guac who had the temerity to sell your pucelage."

" That is just what brings me to a boil when I fuck his fiancee." my gallant affirmed. " One more antler on that bugger Guac' s head – the very idea refills my balls no matter how often I' ve emptied them. It even occurred to me," he went on, " to give each of you fifty louis if you' d fuck together: the knave would thus be recornified and supercornute!"

" Capital notion!" my father exclaimed, " Very original indeed! After you' ve seen to your business, you can pop my prick into my daughter' s cunt for me."

" Oh no!" I cried. " Gracious!"

" You' ll hold on to her if she appears recalcitrant."

" Those aren' t my ideas." I told them. " If I wiggle my ass the way I do when my lover fucks me, it is because I love him. As for Monsieur Guac, I have much to be grateful to him for. He is like a nurse to me, you know. One might even say he suckles me." Neither precisely caught my meaning; they led me to bed.

My lover fucked me six times. Upon the sixth, he said to my father, " That' s it, my friend. Get aboard and fuck her. I' ll insert the engine." My father climbed onto me. The young man slid his prick into my cunt. Father pushed. As I was more fond of him than of any other living person, I put my flesh furiously into motion, doing as nobly as any princess fucking a page- boy. Inspired by our frenetic activity, the young man waxed so violently hot upon beholding us discharge that he rolled us on our sides and embuggered me even while I was still encunted. I went to wash and then we three went to sleep.

At breakfast the next morning, the young man seemed wild with joy. " Ah, by God! That one' s been smartly cuckolded!" he cried. " Here, my good chap, here' s the hundred louis. You' ll really have to fuck her after she' s married and I' ll pay twenty- five louis per shot." He left and I hastened off to find Guac whom I was growing to love as much as I love my father.

He greeted me with rapture, calling me his divine slut, his heavenly whore. I milked out his fuck six times over, and this hurled me into such an erotic panic that I dashed away to locate my father. " Your solicitor," I panted, completely out of breath, " must surely have recuperated from his losses by now. I' m burning… run fetch him, Father dear, if you love me!" He went, calling me Cleopatra. He found the young man outside the door, his erect prick in his fist. " I was standing here when a moment ago I saw your daughter enter and I am frigging myself in her honor," he explained.

" Don' t you do it, my boy. You' ve not a drop to waste. Come back in with me and stuff her, if you please."

" Twenty- five louis-"

" Nonsense. That' s an outrageous price to charge a steady client. One louis per shot, that should be fair enough. But, who knows? She may earn the twenty- five from you after all." They entered the room where I was awaiting them. As he came in, the solicitor tossed his purse upon the foot of the bed. " Come, show your calves, girl," my father said heartily. " that many fucks, that many louis. But you mustn' t kill yourself, my little friend. He was frigging himself when I found him out on the sidewalk. He says he was thinking of you." Upon hearing this I cast my arms around his neck, thrust my tongue in his mouth, agitated, then withdrew it, and said, " Ah, dearest, most beloved friend! I adore you."

" And I you," he replied, fondling my breasts and cunt. I fell backwards, he fell on top of me. I plunged his prick into my cunt and in four heaves of my ass I felt him strike bottom. He discharged when he sensed that I was melting. He fucked me ten times. " I' ve credited you with fifteen louis," said my father as the solicitor cleaned himself and drew back on his breeches. " Come back whenever you like."

It was but two days before my scheduled wedding. Guac had nursed me every morning, and the effects of this new beverage were to whiten my skin, brighten my coloring, make my cunt hair softer and fluffier, and to give me such violent penchants that I was not one minute at my ease unless I had a prick in my cunt. That morning, my solicitor said as we were taking breakfast, " Guac must be wondering what has become of me. We' ve not seen one another for a time. Perhaps he has conceived some erroneous ideas about my lovely fuckeress' s cunt. Since the inflexible Agnes simply has got to marry, I' d like to buy her for the wedding night." I had repeated my intention to marry while we had been fucking, and my father had applauded me. But as he was accompanying me to Guac' s, where I was to have my ration of milk, that good father made the following observations: