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" Lower yourself slowly, my queen, and with care, that I may insert the tenon without scraping the mortise." She followed instructions, and when perfectly encunted, she bade me speak. " You know, my dearest, that I have seen everything, heard everything. Your divine sentiments in my regard have penetrated me with gratitude and admiration. I wholly approve your gesture in awarding to Timon the handselling of your sublime ass and with transports of greatest joy I welcome and accept your devotion to me. However, my dear daughter, ' tis in your interest and for your welfare and happiness I employ it as I see fit. I am older, wiser than you, but, not unlike a sultan, subject to foolish jealousies and alarms. I have no intention of preserving you for my exclusively personal pleasures. You will have a buyer. Which would you prefer amongst the three men to whom your pucelage was sold?"

" The best- mannered, incomparable Papa, but he was also the one with the biggest prick."

" I shall therefore have your gem widened by a stoutly furnished gentleman of my acquaintance. He is not particularly lovable nor lovely, but some better- favored personage might weary you by making you discharge too frequently, or, worse, might win your heart, and that must not be allowed to happen. A preparatory fucker ought to gain possession of nothing but your cunt. Neither Timon nor I have the sturdy construction required for the job. We' re well equipped for depucelatory exercises, but are no cunt- stretchers. However, a number of possibilities come to mind. I' ll talk the problem over with the individual you prefer, then with the two others if he proves unwilling to cooperate. I have spied upon those three, and know their addresses. I' ll not compromise you, as your father I ask of you nothing but submissiveness and obedience."

" They are yours entire, dear Papa." She squirmed about for an instant and discharged.

" Should, as I judge likely to happen, should a significant rise occur in your essential temperature, I shall take good care – and you may rely upon me – that you will not lack for pricks. ' Twill be an unending succession of homages. Maturity in years deprives me of the capacity to sate your young lust – should it be a question of lust – and so I propose to bring you a series of nice clean youths, steadily increasing the diameter of the prick."

My provocative daughter began again to stir at his juncture. " Dear fucking- father, I want to be cunt- fucked by Timon, my assfucker. Will you allow it? You have converted me, he' ll encunt me, but only in your presence."

" Yes, yes, very well." I strained upwards with a heave of my back. She burst into song: " Dig deep, dig deep into my cunt, fardarting prick, make me come! Oh bugger fuck! Fuck me, screw me, screw right and deep and harder! I' m discharging" (and so she did, suddenly freezing her body as though electrified) " Ah!… ah!… oh, darling Papa… ah! ah! ah!…" (with a sigh) "… never before have I discharged like that!"

I lit a lamp. My daughter repaired to the bidet to polish her gem whilst I dipped prick and balls in soothing cool water in order to relax my infuriated machinery. I enquired where had my daughter learned the expressions she had employed upon discharging?

" During the third week of my marriage," she answered, " Vitnegre went to bed with his god- daughter, the wife of a police spy. But her god- father' s orders, this woman pretended to enter a delirium when he fucked her, and those were the words she uttered – and there were others, too, which would sound less musical upon my lips and in yours ears. For example: Fuck- puker, bleeding bull' s pizzle, butter churn, fuck- to- death ramrod, sewer swab, cunt- scraper, and many more." We got back into bed and fell asleep in each other' s arms.

Chapter Seven

What you are about now to read will, in view of the sentiments I have just professed, probably surprise you. But, bold reader, refrain from beforehand estimations if you must pass judgment, wait a little till you know me better.

I knew one of those pleasure gourmets, a large vigorous man, extremely lewd and lustful. His name was Montencon. I had often dined at his house in the rue Trousse- Vache. Upon a number of occasions, dinner over, he had persuaded me to encunt little Vitsucette, his mistress, whom he was pleased to hold down while I toiled in her hole. He had even procured me his landlady' s daughter, a regular little jewel seduced by her mother' s lover, a noble by the name of Foutanes, who had finally turned her into a whore; she amused us all of an evening. Montencon, having made the pretty Adelaide Hochepine tipsy on wine and brandy, had the courtesy to send me first into the fray after his mistress had given my balls a hearty manualizing by way of prelude. I encunted and then he embuggered her, he too having initially had his pearls rubbed by Vitsucette. She washed my member and I then had a second shot at Adelaide. Montencon bade Vitsucette wash me again. " I have my reasons, my dear chap. I' ve a fondness for having my prick sucked." He popped his device into Adelaide' s mouth, was pumped, discharged, and had her swallow his seed. I was repelled by this performance and by its duplication, effected immediately afterward with Vitsucette. Having found all this fuck- quaffing eminently disagreeable, I never went back to Montencon' s for another soiree. But he was the personage I invited to dine with us in the storeroom and whom I had selected to begin the amplification of my daughter' s cunt and her training in battle. The work had to be done, for I had individually promised each of Vitnegre' s thick- pricked clients that she would soon be back in active service.

Montencon was not unknown to Conquette, whose mother he had fucked prior to the syphilitic days. He was nothing if not eager to slip it to the daughter. I found him halfway up the stair as I myself returned home. I introduced them; he stood motionless, struck with admiration and full of joy to behold so beautiful a woman. I had business to attend to, so I stayed no longer than a minute, saying I would leave my daughter to keep him company. He went with me to the door, stammering excitedly. " Ravishing creature! Faultless taste in clothes! remarkable footwear, especially the footwear! I damned pity Vitnegre made off with that pucelage!"

" Vitnegre? Hardly, my dear Montencon. She' s a maid."

" No!"

" Indeed she is."

" My good Linguet, may I go and try to put at least one horn on that fool' s head?"

" Do the best you can," I replied, " but with your gray hair, I' m not so sure you' ll succeed. Only a jaded bitch who' s generally fed up with all the rest is apt to be willing to spar with a healthy graybeard libertine. With well- behaved maidens, you know, one must be tender and gentle, and what with your face of a satyr or a reprobate, I don' t know. But try it."

Directly I was gone. Montencon addressed himself to the task. He experimented first with gallantry and compliments and got nowhere. At the end of his patience, he hurled Conquette onto the fucking- couch and, being a vigorous fellow, he brought his prick nigh to the lips of her cunt, holding her struggling body with one hand. However, he was unable to advance farther. She contrived to kick him in the behind and the blow undid what little he had accomplished. He was at his wit' s end and might have threatened her with a knife when I reappeared. Conquette adjusted her clothes without showing a hint of ill humor. I whispered to Montencon: " How did it go?"

" She' s a devil and it went damned poorly. I' ll doubtless have to finish by frigging myself."

" Courage, my friend, you' ll fuck her yet."

We sat down at the table. Conquette talked to Montencon just as if nothing had happened – and nothing had – and even laughed at his jests. He asked why she' d not let him encunt her.

" Bless me!" she replied, " why did I not submit? Why should I?"

" Because," he retorted, " I was as stiff as a bleeding mule."

" You sound like Vitnegre." That however did not prevent Montencon from recounting his enterprise in the most savory language. He praised the beauty of her cunt, the silky quality of its hair, the plump fairness of her buttocks, the firmness of her bubs, the pinkness of her asshole, the ivory- colored elasticity of her belly, her thighs. He exalted her foot and leg and in brief declared a general enthusiasm for all of her. Thus approved, Conquette blushed and was only the more modest in her triumph. I explained that I alone had fucked my daughter, whose life I had saved and whom I had deflowered a week before, and I related the entire story. " You fuck her?"