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Four years passed in this manner. During that period Conquette Ingenue and I never once came to grips. Finally, not one whit less eager to have her, and she was magnificent at eighteen, I resolved somehow to arrange for her to sleep in my house. I hit upon the expedient of detaining her until a late hour and to keep her by me for the night using the pretext of a sudden illness. She slept just as soundly as she had years before; and so it was I fell to tonguing her directly after she had closed her eyes. Her discharge had the proportions of a river in flood. Her mons Veneris was superb, upholstered with a bush of jet- black hair, soft and fine. I burned with desire to stopper her cunt, but, as usual, her ejaculation had awakened her.

" How odd it is," she said, " whenever I stay the night under your roof I have the strangest dreams which do the strangest things to me!"

I limited myself simply to asking permission to kiss her slippered foot or sometimes her leg. By dint of much wheedling, I one time went so far as to get her to allow me to touch the velvety hair which embellished her trick. But the sensation so alarmed her and made her so skittish that, fearing lest I succeed in deflowering her before she became a married woman, she, aided by her mistress, Madame Comprenant, rushed precipitously into wedlock with, as it proved, a dreadful rotter of a fellow. It was that rash step I had the greatest trouble forgiving her. But the poor child suffered so much from her hasty decision, she had so much opportunity to repent of it, and her charming cunt was subsequently to serve me so well, that I was more than willing to let bygones be bygones and forget the errors committed by youth and inexperience. I had yet another motive for compassion: I owe that execrable marriage a host of indescribable delights (as shall be seen in the pages to follow) as well as my present comfortable circumstances.

Chapter Four

The next Sunday, Conquette Ingenue was at my house as on weekends she customarily was. She could not avoid noticing that my prick was hard and upright as ever a prick can be. She trembled for her virginity; I had kissed her feet, her legs, but she had fended me clear of her cunt.

Of a sudden, I got to my feet, went around behind the chair she was sitting in and from behind slip my two hands under her bodice and seize her bubs. Ah, how pretty they were, small but firm, and so fair, so ripe! There was no way for her to elude me. It was then she declared in all seriousness that she wished to marry. I went and stood before her, my prick in the air and as solid as a mace: she blushed to her eyes. My spirits were in a prodigious ferment, I was in every nerve inflamed by love and lust. I announced that I would sign no marriage contract save upon condition she first let me depucelate her; she said that would never do. By main force I took hold of her cunt. She tried to back away.

" Is that not enough? You have touched me, now will you not give your consent?"

" I have to get my tongue into you…"

" Your tongue?" She seemed not to understand.

I explained. " My tongue indeed, and I propose to keep it there until you discharge."

She pondered the matter, then sighed, " Oh, all the things you' ve done to me! You were the cause of my dreams."

Lying down upon the bed, she resigned herself. " Satisfy yourself," said she, " and do not deceive me. I wish to be a maid upon my wedding day. Monsieur Vitnegre is a widower and Madame Comprenant says he knows all about these articles, whether they' re new or used." During this speech I was feasting my eyes upon that ravishing article, upon the sight of a belly modeled like Aphrodite' s and as white as ivory, of an alabaster thigh, of a satin- smooth ass.

" Make haste," said she.

" I' m composing an inventory of all the goods we are to deliver to your Monsieur Vitnegre, and everything appears to be in first- rate condition, excepting for one thing I' ll tell you about. But let' s-" Then I was completely carried away. I sucked her furiously, keeping a sharp eye open for the gushing descent of her virginal liquor, awaiting that instant to hurl myself upon her and encunt her. She came with the sixth thrust of my tongue, but came with a well nigh unbelievable abundance: Could this be? I wondered. However, the merry jig she danced convinced me it could be nothing else, wherewith, abandoning her cunt, I leapt upon her, mad with pleasure. I am fully certain she would have given me a free rein, but her unpracticed cunt, although well wetted by her fuck and my saliva, was not to be penetrated. I had not yet acquired the skill needed to make one' s way into certain virgins whose cracks require to be greased with pommade or fresh butter. At last, she seized my prick, attempting to oust me; gripped in her soft white hand, my prick spat forth its charge and I soaked her fingers, her cunt, her belly, her thighs with a spray of fuck. A tidy thing – she always kept herself spick and span – she broke free of me and ran off to wash herself.

" Who would ever suppose," I exclaimed as I watched her rinse and wipe her ass, thighs, and cuntlet, " that I' d been futtering you?"

" If," Conquette Ingenue retorted, " if you were only reasonable you' d give me that pleasant licking as often as you wish, for, upon my soul, it does delight me."

" Well said," I declared and, fondling her cunt, I had her dart her tongue into my mouth.

" But," she went one, " no more of that other thing which left a mess in what I' ve just been washing. I want to be an honest woman."

" You owe your pretty cunt to your father," I observed to my charming daughter.

" If you were rich, I' d give up my plans to marry and I' d devote myself to your pleasures. But I must have a husband if I am to cease to be a burden to you."

Touched by her words, I showered her with kisses from head to toe: slippered feet, legs, forehead, eyes, mouth, nipples, thighs, ass. I kept relentlessly at it until she discharged. That done, I affixed my signature to every paper she brought before me; I adored her.

She went off and married and for three months avoided seeing me. Such conduct infuriated me, and I swore I' d fuck her and make her fuck if I were ever to get my hands upon her again. I' d fuck her a thousand and one times over before I' d forgive her for abandoning me so monstrously, so unnaturally. But little did I know that she was already unhappy.

Victoire Conquette, since her mother' s death, had been living in the country with her Aunt Genovefette, at the time married to her latest keeper. Having no cunt to which to devote myself, I wrote to have Victoire sent home without delay. While awaiting her arrival, I made myself comfortable with a pair of cunts, which I succeeded in perforating with the help of some pommade. These fetching targets belonged to the sister and the mistress of my secretary, an excellent lad who himself put them at my disposal, in such wise as shall be seen in due time. He and I had hitherto been fucking his elderly motherin- law, preferring not to resort to whores.