Anonymous - Pleasures and follies

However, a happy expedient was discovered. Cordaboyau ploughed into her cunt, Brisemotte into her asshole. " They' re doublefucking my wife!" cried Brideconin. " But what do I care? I' ve got a tidy little cunt around my prick." Trait- d' Amour, furiously ribald, laid hands on Conquette. I thought he was preparing to encunt her; I was mistaken. He lay upon his back and drew her down over his rigid prick; Minonne and Connette held her under the arms. She slowly lowered herself upon the veritable spear which Tendrelys' s hand held steady in the exact position: thus Conquette managed her own embuggerment. The weight of her lovely body made it a profound introduction.

When his massive device was buried to the hilt in her fundament, Trait- d' Amour called to me: " Ah, Sire! The world' s most beautiful cunt beckons to you." I headed directly for my daughter' s gem, the helpful Tendrelys guiding my prick.

Madame Brideconin, a whore if ever there was one, since at this point she was having both her holes battered, made three signs of the cross. She was asked what the trouble was. " I' m being fucked in front of my husband, but I' m on some queer contraption which prevents me from protecting myself. My husband, seeing me cuckold him, cornutes me… all very well. But our master is fucking, is encunting his embuggered daughter!"

" His daughter?"

" Yes, his very own," Rose- Mauve stammered, discharging under Brideconin. " And what does that matter!"

" Ha!" chorused the four fuckers and the four fuckeresses. " That gives us an appetite for the prick and for the cunt." They swore to fuck till they could fuck no more.

The encunters and the encuntees, the embuggerers and the embuggerees struggled and scrapped and one more vigorously than the other, underneath and above, in and out, to and fro, like so many devils and she- devils at a sabbath. Tendrelys tickled both my nuggets and Trait- d' Amour' s. Minonne excited Brisemotte' s and Cordaboyau' s. Connette concentrated all her attention upon Brideconin' s while poking her index finger in Rose- Mauve' s anus. The fucker to whom these refinements were novelties, exclaimed: " Ye gods, but you folks fuck wonderfully well. Compared to this everything else I' ve seen is mere messing about." He discharged like a siege- gun.

" Oh, you' re very right, my friend," said his wife as she discharged also. " I' ve never been given the working over I' m getting from these two dear boys each of whose pricks is planting a horn, one in my asshole and the other in my cunt."

Remarking that I managed more satisfactorily when Tendrelys fingered my privities. She said " Dear little companion, my hand will do the same for your encunter when you get your hole plugged. And you, Madame Brideconin, are you being suitably fucked?" This agreeable word " fucked" had so much grace when Conquette' s pretty lips pronounced it, that I would undoubtedly have pitched into her cunt anew had not Trait- d' Amour, retiring from her ass and going off to wash, besought me in great earnestness to allow him to encunt her.

But my emotions were too great to permit me to remain an idle bystander; I ordered Tendrelys to bring her cunt to the fore. Minonne and Connette toppled her upon her back and spread wide her thighs. Before being encunted by her indefatigable fucker, my daughter was fain to insert my prick into Tendrelys' s tidy crack. " Move your ass, my beloved." she said to the dear girl, kissing her on the mouth, " and be sure to give Papa all the pleasure you can." As she had noticed what a splendid impression the word " fucked" had produced upon me, the while seconding the extremely active Trait- d' Amour' s efforts, she shouted a resounding: " FUCK! Fuck, my bleeding Jesus, oh, blessed prick, FUCK my bloody cunt… oh Father, stab her, bury it in Tendrelys, tear her to pieces, dear Father, oh I' m discharging! Dischar- ging!"

" How that modest lady does fuck!" murmured Brideconin.

That' s how the seance concluded.

We supped. Bubs were no longer dangling, gleaming, swinging pendant in full view. The conversation was decent.

" They say, Monsieur," Minonne began, addressing me, " They say you' ve had a least eight pretty wives, and they mention their names."

" Ah," Conquette interrupted. " Don' t get him started telling more of those stories. The day' s sport is over and we ought now to behave properly, like ordinary people do."

" You' ll have to save it then," Trait- d' Amour put in, " for some interlude in our future games."

As we were all preparing to disband and, as there was no further danger of a libidinous tolly- polly, I was asked to recommend to the company that our six cunts and twelve bubs be brought into sight and kissed indiscriminately in token of our separation for the week. I thought this a good proposal. Immediately, Conquette, Tendrelys, RoseMauve, Minonne, Connette and Madame Brideconin relieved themselves of their kerchiefs, bared their bottoms, betook themselves to the fucking furniture. Their cunts were prodigiously licked. The five gentlemen present sucked their nipples; the ladies grasped, uncapped and kissed the five pricks. Mine however, was mouthed out of kindness: " Farewell for a week, adorable prick!" was the valediction it received six times over.

We were about to leave when Vitnegre' s lovely wife was seen to sink to her knees, her bubs flying. She raised her eyes heavenward and spoke: " Holy and pretty Virgin Mary, whom the angel frigged, cunttongued and tit- fondled in the bed that was Joseph' s, the cornute dupe of much blessed frolicking, from which fuckery resulted the gentle Jesus, that Good Fucker who stuffed the beauteous and public whore Magdalen, Marquess of Bethany, of whom the vagabond Jesus was, furthermore, the keeper and sometimes the pimp, who, to the infinite chagrin of the blessed Slut also embuggered His fairy companion, Saint John. Blessed and pretty Mary, virgin as am I, we thank you for this happy day of fuckery. By the merits of your Son and in His name, grant us another like it next Sunday. And you, holy Magdalen, who was fucked by the grave prayer- speaking Jesus and by John the Embuggered as well, grant me my prayer, which is that I be enabled to fuck as often as you did, cuntwise or asswards, fifteen, yea, twenty times an hour, and all that without being wearied therefrom or sate. You fucked with the Pharisees, with Herod, and even with Pilate so as to have the wherewithal to feed the hungry rake Jesus, your lounge- lizard and the shiftless wastrels who collaborated with Him on His enterprises, Oh, beseech your pimp Jesus – who, being God, has doubtless much power – to grant that I someday have between the hairs of my cunt that rich swaggerer whom I once saw get out of his carriage with an erection begot by the sight of me as I was returning home from the house of my friend, Madame Congrele. For, with the money I earn with my cunt, my ass, my bubs, my tongue, and lips, I shall be able to relieve my worthy father in his old age. Not only would I fuck with him and give him pleasure thereby, but I would sell myself as did the pious daughter of Eresichthon the fanatic, or the devout Ocyrhoe, daughter of the centaur Chiron, who both became mares, that is to say, the steeds of male riders, and whores. Model of a man, most excellent pimp, gentle Jesus, passionate fucker, complaisant street- companion of the burning, the oftfucking, and the exemplary whore Magdalen, who was so in love with Your divine prick and Your blessed balls, by Your omnipotence preserve my cunt' s narrowness and satin quality, keep my bubs firm and round, allow not to desert me the fairness of my skin, my ass, my buttocks, my arms, my hands, my cunt, my shoulders. Maintain forever the rigid stiffness of my lovers' s pricks and above all my father' s. Maintain their balls full always of fuck, for you know the art and have the skill to do so, having inherited them from the blessed King David, beloved of the Lord and His favorite because that sovereign was the Number One Fucker of his age. Oh, Jesus, grant that my high heels, which lend me such grace when I walk and cause so many men' s pricks to harden, grant that they never give me blisters or put corns on my toes, but that these tempting and fuck- inspiring feet remain as now they are for many a long year."