" How that modest lady does fuck!" murmured Brideconin.
That' s how the seance concluded.
Chapter Fourteen
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."
" Amen!" murmured the entire assembly, pricks straining and cunts moist with emotion.
Everyone left edified by my daughter' s extraordinary piety. As they filed thoughtfully out, they said: " That' s indeed what one may justly call having religion, the true religion of Nature; and that' s the proper way to address the divinity. One ought always ask Him for reasonable things. Oh, indeed, she' s an unusual girl!"
Two days later, when I went to see Conquette (I had stayed away from her on Monday), I found her, although fully dressed, blinking sleepily which, what, for her large eyes and long lashes, made her appear especially charming. She was wearing a pair of new silk slippers she had put on for the first time.
I sank to my knees before her. " Conquette," I said to her, " no living mortal has prettier feet – they are a shade large, and the pointed toes of your slippers and their very high heels make them look half their actual size. How divine they are! My prick is mightily hard, as you observe."
" Dearest Papa, knowing how much you adore me, I wanted to consecrate these shoes before presenting them to you as ornaments to go on your mantelpiece. Here are the white ones I had on the other day, in which I was so often – so much and so well – you know what."
" What, my dear? Say it."
" Fucked, Papa, FUCKED!"
" Quite. Excellent. And those shoes?"
" Do you see the pretty shape my feet have given them? They are far more voluptuous now that they have been worn."
Avidly, I inhaled the scent that the interior of those slippers distilled. " Oh, but my prick is a veritable pillar!" I cried. " Your blessed buggering shoes have an odor of paradise! I' m lost, I' m damned. I' ll have the worst aches and pains in my balls if I don' t shove it into your cunt one little time; are you going to let this paternal prick eject its seed upon the floor? No, I hope not."
" Put your ass and your balls in this big flat bowl like a good loving papa. I had the water fetched up. It is nice and cool and will relax that poor darling prick of yours. That' s what I do when my cunt is afire."
This all seemed like good common sense and I followed her recommendation. She hid her feet from my sight. That too was prudent for her. I felt much calmer.
" I had to cool myself a short while ago. Trait- d' Amour paid me a call; I was still in bed when he arrived. He laid hands on my cunt and my bubbies. Just to see his prick standing up on his hind legs made an impression upon me, but in my heart, do you know, I felt nothing. He said he wanted to cunt- tongue me and to have me frig him afterwards. I' m not a whore you know-"
" You are chilly, it seems to me-"
" That' s because I have ceased to love… in a sense. You are my lover, dear Father, and your lieutenant Trait- d' Amour also has definite rights to my cunt: he' s your prick' s double, its alter ago, and when it buries itself in me it' s you all the time who is fucking me. Anyhow, I felt a little sorry about my harshness with him. So I took his prick in my hand and he put it in my mouth, the foreskin pulled all the way back. I made him discharge and swallowed his fuck, which tasted marvelous, I must admit, after my morning chocolate. It was like a heavenly mouthwash. But, as I was saying, if you would like to give your cherished daughter an unspeakable pleasure, kiss her, put your tongue in her mouth, and she' ll put hers in yours. She' ll tickle your balls and squeeze your prick in her fist and she' ll discharge like a goddess."