Guillame Apollinaire - Memoirs of a young Rakehell

Then I mounted her, my head buried in the perfumed waves of her hair. I girdled her body with my arm, raised her slightly and plunged home my John Thomas into her moist slit again. A long battle ensued during which we perspired through every pore in our bodies. Shouting like a mad woman, she was the first to reach the climax. Mine felt so good that it almost hurt. That was enough; we separated.

For several weeks I amused myself in various ways. Mr. Franck was courting my aunt more and more assiduously. One day, Elise and my aunt came into my room in tears. They were pregnant. But neither dared say in the other's presence that I was the guilty party. I sized up the situation quickly.

"Elise, marry Frederick, and you, auntie, marry Mr. Franck. I'll be your best man."

On the morning of the following day the door opened and Ursula entered. She also was pregnant. I advised her to marry the bailiff's cousin who'd been making cow's eyes at her, and I promised to stand as godfather to her child. Then I undressed her and licked around her cunt and buttocks. I washed myself with eau-de-cologne and had her lick my arse, which trick so excited me that I fucked her with a gusto that made her hair tremble on the bed.

These marriages soon took place. All's well that ends well, and I continued sleeping with the members of my harem, each in her turn. Each knew what I was doing with the others and they were all sympathetic.

Ursula soon gave birth to a boy, and shortly afterwards Elise and my aunt to girls. I became godfather to Ursula's Roger, Elise's little Louise and my aunt's little Anna on the same day, all children of the same father, though they will never know it.

I trust that I shall have many more, and in doing so I shall be fulfilling my patriotic duty, that of increasing my country's population.