" Yes, you have given me an excellent start," I answered between sobs.
He unlocked the door, emptied the bidet containing a mixture of water, blood, and fuck. Then, fearing his wife' s return, he went out, saying, " You owe me your thanks. Without that preparation, Guac would have disemboweled you. Come see me again if I can be of further help."
This kind of language neither surprised nor upset me. As soon as he had gone, I dried my tears and adopted an air of perfect gaiety. My aunt returned; I notified her of her husband' s attack, but omitted to mention its success: my aim was to encourage her to expedite my marriage. I begged her to say nothing to my fiance of what had transpired, pointing out that this might lead him to change his mind. I promised always to protect my virtue with the same dauntless courage which had just animated me, and while I was speaking in this vein the itch returned my cunt. I asked to be excused, left the apartment and raced to Guac' s hoping that, prepared as I was, he' d drive it home this time. He was awaiting me. " I have a quantity of things to tell you," I began. But he did not allow me to continue further. He made for my cunt. " We' ll fuck first of all," quoth he, guiding me onto my back. His impetuosity rather relieved me, for, in truth, I had nothing new to say to him. I put up a calculatedly awkward resistance, as I had with my uncle and my father, but, enlarged though I was, his attempts were in vain. I dared not tell him to resort to butter. That would have struck him as no virgin' s advice. I waited for the idea to occur to him. It didn' t. " You' re devilishly mint in there," he muttered, rolling me over on my belly and spitting into my asshole. Wherewith, by dint of an unheard- of effort, he hammered his engine into that small orifice. I emitted ghastly shrieks, but he held me in such a grip while embuggering me that I was unable to budge. I endeavored to reply to his buffets in order to minimize my suffering and hasten the denouement, and my bouncing ass did bring an end to the drama. The member in my ass seemed to have the proportions of a siegegun' s barrel. To feel it withdraw was a not unpleasant sensation. " You' re worth your weight in gold, even bumwise, excellent." Then he asked my pardon. " Your lovely cunt, your lovely ass, your white breasts were driving me out of my mind. Unable to encunt you, I embuggered you, in despair, as it were. Forgive me, my dear creature. I have all sorts of plans for recompensing your sterling behaviour." My ass hurt. Guac dipped it in warm water, then he kissed it, licked it also, occasionally running his tongue as far around as my cunt. He had stiffened anew, but I wished to leave. He was obliged to bring me home in a carriage: to walk caused me pain, but the carriage afforded him an opportunity to frig me while he sniffed one of the shoes he had removed from my feet and into which he finally discharged a full pint of fuck. Delirious with pleasure, " My queen," said he, " my prick is over- large for you. Pick out some handsome young lad by whom to be depucelated and I' ll find a way to arrange everything without compromising you." The suggestion appealed to me. Guac got out and carried me into the house. I went to bed. The pangs in my asshole diminished and then vanished with sleep.
The next day I went to my father and related everything Guac had done and said to me. " Good," he commented; " you are a fiery creature. You' ll be fucked forward and backwards and orally too and you' ll adore it. You shall be married within a week' s time. Between now and then I' ll find you a more sturdily furnished fucker than I. For the time being, we' ll do our best with a makeshift. Ready yourself, I intend to put it in you. Impossible to give so pretty a cunt too many stretchings." My father encunted me thrice. " And still a maid, damn my eyes!" said he.
" But that awful uncle of mine," I protested, " with his massive prick, has already raped me upon three occasions."
" Three!" my father exclaimed. " What the devil kind of a cunt could God have given you! You could be sold a thousand times over as a virgin. Here, I' d better refuck you." He refucked me.
While I was rinsing my cunt with warm water, my father had gone to the window and was chatting with a young solicitor, his next- door neighbor, a strapping handsome buck of thirty. My cunt washed, I went to have a peep, raising the curtain, but, having been observed by the young man, I withdrew. " Who is that heavenly creature?" he enquired. My father replied with a casual gesture which was probably meant to signify that I was his mistress. He was still gesturing when the solicitor took his leave.
' My father spoke to me at once. " How would you like that lad to put it in you? He' d pay."
" Oh, Father!"
" Call me Sir in front of him." There was a knock. My father answered the door and I heard him ask in a low voice, " You brought it?"
" Here you are. Fifty louis."
" Mademoiselle," my father thereupon said to me, " you know that I love you for what you are. This young man, one of my very best friends, has come to make you a present. I am going out now. Show him you are capable of expressing your gratitude." My father concealed himself; the solicitor fancied he had left.
" Have you been fucked today?" he enquired, coming up to me and grasping by breasts.
I slapped his face. " Monsieur," I said, " we are in my father' s house."
" You are… Mademoiselle."
" Quite, Sir, and am to be married next week."
" A marriage, that would be, of interest or one born of affection?"
Having learned of my attachment, my father met my fiance and discovered him monstrous. Being a thoughtful father, he undertook to have me prepared for what lies in store for me. " I thought you a friend of his. I consented after having seen you." The solicitor fell to his knees, and begged my forgiveness a thousand times over. " Therefore behave properly," I continued. Wherewith he caressed me. I at last returned one of his kisses. He drew me to the bed. His prick belonged to the same category as my uncle' s, but he was less adroit. I called out loudly for pommade. " My fiance once enticed me to his chambers. He shut and bolted the door and attempted to violate me," I explained. " Unable to make any headway, he pommaded me and still had no luck. But pommade me nonetheless." While saying this to him, his fumbling efforts caused me to discharge; I sighed ecstatically, panting. My father mistook these sound for those of pain; he emerged from hiding, pommaded me and guided my fucker' s prick into my cunt.
" Thrust." he said to me. " Lift your ass, squeeze him in your arms. For every blow your depucelator gives you, reply with one of your flanks. Lock your legs around his body and tighten them as you move about. Good, that' s it… excellent!… jump, my dear, throw caution to the winds."
" Great God! What pleasure." exclaimed my fucker, " How narrow her cunt is. How deliciously she moves under me."
I darted my tongue into his mouth, murmuring: " My heart… my beloved… I adore you."
" Ah, the dear little thing. What tenderness. I' m discharging… fucking her…"
" Oh, Father, he' s fucking me! Do all men then fuck this way? Ah, Father, what joy! My soul is going to flow out of the hole he is in." I discharged, my whole body becoming rigid.