" Oh, you are too wonderful for words! An end to them. Let' s fuck like intelligent human beings. Just a little bit."
" My cunt was cool as moment ago, but now you' ve gone and set it afire again. Only fuck will extinguish the blaze, I' m afraid. Therefore, dearest Papa, let' s fuck away! Encunt your devoted daughter! But proceed softly so that I discharge several times. And I' ve something to tell you while we fuck."
She leapt upon me, thrust my member into her cunt and advanced it gradually, by almost imperceptible little nudges of her ass. The water' s coolness had checked my impetuousness and retarded my ejaculation now. Her movements grew more energetic and she began to moan, crying at last, " I' m coming, oh, sweet Jesus, I' m melting!" Then she lay still for a minute or two. " I forgot to give you the address of that man we saw in the street the other day. He handed me a slip of paper, on it was written a request that I come and see him for a- a- a fuck, oh FUCK! Drive it in, drive it, Father. Drive it all the way in, I' m discharging all over again. I' m coming… ah, heavenly Father!" and she leapt and danced and twittered and chirruped as never did a fuckeress before her leap, dance, twitter, and chirrup. After a copious discharge, she resumed what she had been saying, " Yes, that man in the street, his message. It' s here, on the bedside table. Tell him, or write to him, that I never go abroad, and enclose our address."
" Aye, it shall be done, Fututrix!" I replied. Madame Brideconin brought us cups of chocolate and I left so as to attend to the business. I went straight to the lodgings of him who was so eager to be my daughter' s lover and next fucker. I found him at home, transmitted a note Conquette Ingenue had written, in which she said that, if he had any reply to make, he give it directly to her father. I was warmly received. The gentleman was well- to- do. He said he was searching for a mistress who knew how to please in bed.
" My good Sir," I made him prompt answer, " your quest is at an end. My daughter has been married. She may be yours upon condition she keep her present residence, which neighbors mine. You shall eat there with her if you like and sleep there too – I shan' t be bothered in the slightest by whatever you choose to do. As for voluptuousness and ability to move the ass and flanks, a libertine husband saw to it she had the most arduous and thorough novitiate in this vocation. But in surrendering her to you I wish to be certain her fate will be a happy one and that her practical circumstances will improve a little each year. If you will guarantee her welfare, I shall take upon myself full responsibility for her fidelity. She is prudent, sensible, and wellbehaved; the certitude of a future independent of her monstrous husband is the sine qua non of her consent to your proposals."
The gentleman found these conditions highly acceptable and the definitive decision was put off until after a business trip whence he expected to come back in a week or ten days. I returned to Conquette with this news.
" Papa," said she, " however much or little he fucks me, you will always be there, won' t you, to take your daughter in your arms and perchance put your prick in her cunt? You and he shall be my two fathers. I' ll even renounce your extraordinary former secretary if you promise to encunt no one but me. Where will you find a cunt better adapted to your requirements? Hold your fuck strictly in reserve for me, as you shall your heart, Oh, most lecherous of fathers!" It was plain she was jealous. I encunted her straightway. But I was too much of a libertine to confine myself to the exclusive fuckery of the woman I loved most.
Madame Brideconin brought us some cool lemonade. She was lame, had been born that way, but she limped in a seductive manner. She had arranged her hair in a new fashion. Though pockmarked, she was exceedingly provocative. I said so to my daughter.
" Even before our parties began," Conquette told me, " her husband was eager to stuff me, but I found him displeasing. Since last Sunday, his wife has approached me twice and asked to suck my cunt. They both adore me, but I haven' t let them do anything serious – nothing but kiss my feet. He fucks her whenever I tell him to. I watch. It' s a little pastime I indulge in while waiting for Sunday to come. All I need to do is sit down in front of Brideconin with my skirts raised ever so little. That' s enough to get him started. He grows so excited when he sees my ankle and then my lower leg that he hops abroad the whore. He keeps it up as long as I like. I give a tug at my skirt and he sets in anew. If he catches a glimpse of thigh, it' s pandemonium: he begins to roar with lust. One day, when the weather was especially warm, I decided to give my cunt some air and raised my skirts all the way. That fucker saw the view and brayed like a mule and nearly split the landlady in two. He exploded fuck all over the room, continued to rummage in her cunt and was like to kill himself with overwork when his wife glanced at me. She finished her discharge and came over and pulled my skirt back down. Brideconin was terribly weary and didn' t feel at all well, as a matter of fact."
Conquette' s little story stiffened me, but I thrust my prick in cool water again. When my desires had subsided, I dried my engine, buttoned my breeches, and left.
We restrained ourselves throughout the remainder of the week.
Chapter Fifteen
Sunday arrived. With the exception of Rose- Mauve, who was indisposed, all the company assembled. Tendrelys came unescorted and of her own free will. Trait- d' Amour had called at her home and found her absent and that had annoyed him, but he was delighted, upon entering with his sister and mistress, to discover the young lady already there and in Conquette' s arms, having her nipples sucked by the latter. Trait- d' Amour thanked Ingenue for her tenderness towards the girl by kissing her asshole and cunt. Cordaboyau and Brisemotte were the last to arrive. We sat down around the table as soon as Cordaboyau, after having run to look for Rose- Mauve, returned to say that there had been some new developments since our last meeting. He handed me a note from the missing actress, and I passed it on to my daughter. Upon my suggestion, Trait- d' Amour read it aloud. Here is what it contained:
" My divine friend,
" Accept the homage I pay your angelic cunt and matchless feet. Yesterday – I am writing to you on Friday – I put on the shoes you lent me in order to determine their effect upon the prick of a certain notary' s clerk, my sister Rosalie' s lover, who I have been eager to get away from her. I also wore her best hat, which becomes me so well because of my dark brown eyes. I had your dress on – the white skirt with the pink background. It seemed to me a good idea to borrow your pretty shape about the ass, and mine looked wonderfully well in your dress. Well, in the rue des Cinq- Diamants, I heard some one say behind me: " Yes, ' tis she, ' tis she, my own goddess, no doubt of it!" The speaker approached me. " Ah, my beauty, we' re just a short step from where I live. Why not come along with me now, since your father has already talked matters over with me?" He took me by the arm. I let him lead me on, thinking that surely, when he recognized me, he' d release me and ask my pardon, especially after having fucked me. No, not at all. He noticed no error, or acknowledged none. He conducted me to an apartment on the first floor where, to be sure, there was not a great deal of light to see by. He fell to his knees before me, or rather before you. " Most lovely one," said he, " Your eyes are a little different today – they seemed to me to be of another color when earlier we met – but your brown hair is quite as lovely as ever. I confess that I always looked more closely at your feet than at your face, perhaps from shyness, perhaps not, for I am mad about your feet, charming though your face is. I recognized you perfectly from behind – who could mistake your walk, your figure? Do you love me?" I believe I replied affirmatively…" Ah, my happiness knows no bounds!" he exclaimed, beginning to kiss me. He sucked my tongue, stroked my bubs, seized hold of my bush. We fell upon an ample sofa, and my skirts were lifted, before I knew it I was being fucked. I pitched my ass furiously this way and that – I was anxious to please him, after all, and he did enjoy himself. " Ah!" he said. " You know what men like!" We concluded our frolicking, then he showed me where I could wash, had me pour water over his prick, wiped my ass and cunt, and licked my cunt hair and buttocks. Next, he summoned his housemaid. " Is dinner ready?"