Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

" Which one are you going to encunt?" my lusty former secretary asked me. " The voluptuous Conquette or Maid Tendrelys?"

I hesitated before replying – that moment' s pause was enough to bring a feeble cry from my daughter: " A prick, a prick."

Trait- d' Amour dashed to her side, took her in his arms and presented her palpitating trick. " Encunt her," he bade me, " the fuckeress' s cunt' s smiling at you."

I plunged in. I was as stiff as a quarterstaff and, as I penetrated her, my precipitation fetched a sigh from her lips. But a moment later she was fucking industriously back. " Ah, that' s good," she exclaimed, raising her ass to meet my attacks, " very good indeed. My, but you' re stiff today! Fuck, Papa, fuck… bury it, hammer it home, oh, dear Papa, I' m going to discharge!" Trait- d' Amour' s finger playing about her clitoris was an additional inspiration. I discharged also, her delicious cuntlet gripping me like a pipe in a plumber' s vice. That goddess made me positively drunk, Trait- d' Amour' s ministrations made her fairly vibrate, as Petronius' s Corax caused her master Eumolpe to tremble. Meanwhile, Brisemotte had flipped Rose- Mauve onto her back.

Those two little witches, Minonne and Connette, as naked as your hand, had just peeled every stitch of clothing off the still- hesitant Tendrelys, and held her between them, frictionalizing and heating their cunts against her alabaster thighs, one tickling her clitoris, the other digitally investigating her asshole. They all three discharged at the precise instant the two encunted women erupted. " My stars!" cried the pretty hatmaker. " What a wonderful way to spend one' s spare time!"

At this crucial juncture there came three swift knocks at the door. A signal I had given to the locksmith. I decunted and went to open it. It was the good artisan indeed. He did not come in, but thrust at me a man wearing a blindfold, his hands tied behind his back. He was covered by a great white woolen overcoat beneath which he was nude. I took him by the arm and pushed him towards the Fronsac mechanical chair, upon which Trait- d' Amour seated his sister and set the thing in operation. Directly the child had been seized by the apparatus, the individual who' d just entered was launched into the fray after his coat had been snatched off him. Now that he was naked, his massive prick provoked a general fright. Remarks such as " Great God!" and " He' s lugging a mainmast!" were heard all around. Conquette recognized who it was: she blenched. (The reader is to note that whereas everyone else could speak, Conquette and I had to keep silent.) Minonne, caught fast in the chair, was the only one this prick, which yielded to Fout- a- Mort' s in no particular, failed to alarm. She grasped it courageously and popped its head between her cunt lips, advising its owner to push with might and main. The bugger reared back, then lunged ahead, wielding that device like a batteringram upon a besieged castle' s gate; but it did not penetrate. " Raise your ass," the would- be fucker ordered in a brutal tone, " I' m too tall." Minonne adjusted herself, the prick found the gap, and although it required a passage at least twice as broad, it forced its way in. Minonne underwent the ordeal like a true Christian martyr. Sweat and tears rolled down her cheeks. At last, that vast instrument touched bottom and spewed forth its life- giving ichor, and by lubricating the damaged corridor lessened the pain the girl was suffering.

Minonne' s cries of distress were succeeded by others of bliss. " Ah!… Ah!… He' s inundating me… I' m fucked, I' m discharging, oh, I' m going out of my mind!" And the poor impaled little creature thrashed about like a whore being fucked by a monk in a brothel.

We were all at first dumbfounded with admiration. Then, to a man, our pricks soared rigidly aloft like a quartet of demons. Brisemotte jammed Rose- Mauve from behind, Cordaboyau stuffed Connette from in front; Trait- d' Amour consulted my eyes, pointing first to Conquette, then to Tendrelys. I nodded to him to take the former, whispering to my lieutenant, " He' s fucking your sister, do you fuck his wife – it' s Vitnegre." Trait- d' Amour leapt with the utmost avidity upon the scoundrel' s lady, whom he encunted with such male forthrightness that she uttered a few expostulations, but discharged soon afterwards, her trouble metamorphosing into happiness.

" Whatever wife discharges like that," her fucker stammered, " is a good one. Only those who don' t discharge behave badly."

While this was going on, Vitnegre was refucking Minonne and Minonne was redischarging. Rose- Mauve, thrilled with pleasure under Brisemotte, Connette beneath Cordaboyau. Tendrelys, moved by these proceedings, leaned languidly upon my shoulders and gave me her pretty mouth to kiss. Conquette, being reamed by Trait- d' Amour, was weeping, bucking her ass, ejaculating, uttering little cries of joy and envying Minonne her luxurious agonies. " Hey, by God!" her fucker cried to me. " Are you standing by doing nothing? Grease this little slut Tendrelys and depucelate her if you wish to do some honest work." That dear child cast a lingering glance in my direction, and put her hand before her cunt as if to protect it. We had a supply of butter in readiness; I anointed her cunt therewith, lay the virgin upon an unoccupied couch and despite her earnest and touching prayers, my prick entered her.

" At least," said she, feeling herself pierced, " you won' t give me to that dreadful man who' s doing it to Minonne or to the others – you won' t, will you?"

" Wiggle your ass, my sweet!" the stern Trait- d' Amour shouted from where he lay embattled. " Is that the way one fucks? Look alive, d' ya hear! Have a look at my beloved and at the other sluts in the room… look, whore, look… we' re discharging!" Hearing this energetic exhortation, the poor little one struggled beneath me as bravely as she could. I penetrated slowly, cautiously, all the while caressing her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, quenching her thirst for tenderness.

" Oh, I say!" protested Trait- d' Amour. " You needn' t wear kid gloves with her. Go heartily to it, like me and like that blackpricked rascal who' s stuffing his victim in the chair. Notice how he bites her nipples when he hasn' t a spare hand to fondle them with. Eh, bugger! Don' t hurt her, or not too much. She' s my sister and I' ll cut your throat if we have any nonsense from you… oh… Oh, I' m discharging a- again!" Vitnegre pronounced an identical statement. " Ah, let him devour me," Minonne exclaimed, " so long as he fucks me!"

Ecstatic cries came from Conquette. As for Tendrelys, I was nearing the bottom of her cuntlet. " Oh, I' m a maid no longer… I' m discharging… what ever shall Mamma say?"

" She' ll never know, my pretty fuckeress, my former master' s prick does no harm to maidenheads," Trait- d' Amour reassured her. At this point, Vitnegre backed out of Minonne, thoroughly done in. RoseMauve (whence Brisemotte had decunted) was lubricated for him: the steadfast Minonne' s torments had appalled all the other girls. That mule' s prick encunted Rose- Mauve with great speed owing to the pommade in her cunt, but she suffered nonetheless: she wept, bled, and finally discharged. She was thrice sprayed, her fucker pausing not once to draw a breath. He' d let fly four times into Minonne' s cunt. Connette' s turn came. She was more scrupulously pommaded than RoseMauve had been, but uttered loud cries all the same. Had she not been in the Fronsac machine, she' d have expelled her torturer. She finally discharged, and waves of pleasure replaced those of pain. But no one expected the effect these butcheries produced; of a sudden, Madame Poilsoyeux announced a desire to be stuffed by her husband' s gigantic prick. She made her request in a low voice and asked to be placed on the mechanical chair. Immediately Vitnegre decunted from Connette, whose trick was presently spattered with equal amounts of blood and fuck. But Trait- d' Amour, then prowling on the loose, sprang upon and encunted her, saying in a whisper, " Wench, I am jealous of you, for the good Linguet as well as for myself, I' d rather strangle you than let you be fucked in my presence by that cuckold of a husband of yours."