Anonymous

Pleasures and follies

Chapter One

I was born in a village which lies near Reims where I was familiarly known as Cupidonnet. From earliest childhood I had a decided weakness above all for prettily turned feet and cunning little shoes, in which predilections I bore a resemblance to the Grand Dauphin, son of Louis XIV, and to Thevenard, the actor at the Opera.

The first girl to get my youthful stem up was an engaging peasant who used to take me to vespers. With one hand posed on my unclothed bum, she was wont to tickle my wee ballocks and, feeling me rise, would kiss me upon the mouth with an entirely virginal impetuousness, for, although well- behaved, she was also hot- blooded.

The first girl upon whom I in turn laid my hands, in consequence of my enthusiasm for pretty footwear, was the youngest of my sisters, Genovefette. In all, I had eight sisters, five older than me and by a former marriage, and three who were younger. The second- born of the earlier crop was as pretty as can be; I' ll have a great deal to say about her. The hair upholstering the trick of the fourth was so silken and fine ' twas all by itself a delight; the rest were ugly. But each of my three younger sisters was more of a provocative little minx than the others.

Now Genovefette, the most voluptuously attractive, held first place in my mother' s preference, and, returning once from a trip to Paris, my mother brought back an exquisite pair of slippers for her. I watched Genovefette try them on, and the sight caused me to get violently erect. The following day – it was a Sunday – she donned some new sheer white cotton stockings, a corset which drew in her waist, and with that luscious ass of hers. Although she was still of tender age, she must have made my father' s prick stand up, for he bade my mother send her from the room. (I had hidden myself under the bed so as the better to see my sister' s shoe and lower leg.) Directly Genovefette was gone, my father had at her (my mother) and there, upon the bed below which I lay concealed, set the clapper to ringing the bell, the while saying; " Oh, I tell you, keep an eye on your beloved daughter, she' s going to have a devilish temperament, I warn you. But she' ll have to compete fiercely, for I fuck like a steer, and look at the rewards I have for my trouble – cunt juice – you' re squirting it out like a princess." I noticed that the door was half- opened and that Genovefette was watching and listening to what was happening. My father was right: that pretty rascal was handselled by her confessor and thereafter fucked by virtually everyone. But today she' s all the wiser for it.

After dinner Genovefette came into the garden, where I chanced to be by myself. I stared admiringly at her, and lo! up soared my device! Having stepped close to her, without saying a word, I squeezed her waist, touched her foot, her thigh, fondled as pretty a cuntlet, as superb a cuntlet, as ever there was. Genovefette was silent too. I had her get down on all fours, on, that is to say, her hands and knees. In imitation of the manner of dogs, I wanted to plumb her thus, whining and snapping and jerking with all my strength the way a dog does.

Powerfully clutching her groin with both hands, I made her arch her flanks so that two holes were equally well at my disposal; therewith I closed in and poked the end of my stem between her lips, beseeching her to raise her ass: " Get it up so that I can get in," I repeated several times.

But, and the truth of it was only too plain, so youthful a crack was not readily able to accommodate a prick whose foreskin had not yet reached the back- slipping stage (what I needed was a well- beaten path, and I obtained one shortly afterwards). I could do no better than pry open her cunt' s shutters, but there ensued no discharge, for I was still a little fellow and very new at the sport. Unable to encunt her, following the example of the creatures I had chosen to emulate, I set to licking that infinitely delectable gap.

Genovefette experienced, no doubt, an agreeable titillation, for she showed no sign of tiring of the game, and when at last I got back to my feet she kissed me a hundred times over. Then she was called back to the house and ran off.

As her breasts had not yet begun to develop, she promptly – the next day – outfitted herself with false bubs, probably because she had overheard praise spoken of my mother' s or some friend' s.

I perceived these latest accouterments, had her put on her new shoes and, having placed her upon her bed in a suitable posture, we fenced away for a good two hours. I believe she did indeed ejaculate, for my cunt lickery induced her to writhe and thrash like a small demon. Two days later she was packed off to Paris to begin an apprenticeship. There, in the capital, she lived up handsomely to my father' s predictions.

Of the younger sisters left to me, one was properly behaved and kept me at bay (since those days I have fucked both her daughters in Paris), and the other sister was still too young. The first, with whom nothing availed, was a superb creature of eighteen. I had to fall back upon the child when it became evident that Cuthos, Genovefette' s twin, was unapproachable. Ever since having had one within reach, I absolutely could not do without a cunt near at hand. I put Babiche through her preliminary paces; at last one Sunday, when she was dressed in her best and after my mother had given her a bath, we had a sucking spree.

' Twas during that enjoyable operation that I was surprised by the ardent Madeleine of the silken- haired cunt, she had spent a long time quietly observing us before interrupting our antics, and, remarking that the little one was in the throes of pleasure, she was herself tempted to go under the tongue. When she broke her silence, we two who were at grips separated in keeping with decency. Madeleine said almost nothing at all, only asked Babiche to leave, then hazarded a conversation with me. Our gossiping lead to teasing, and it was not long before she had thrust me into the hay (I had led Babiche into the barn' s loft). As I lay sprawled on my back, she tickled me, covering me with her body, straddling me, one leg to this side, one leg to that. By pure accident I reached my hand beneath her skirts and found there that admirable silken- haired cunt. That divine fur sealed my passion for her and I straightway went mad over Madeleine' s cunt; I besought her permission to kiss it. " Why, then, little rascal," said she, " wait a moment." She went out to the well, drew a bucket of water, fetched it back up to the hay loft and squatted above it. That done, she returned to me and we prattled some more. Inflamed, beside myself, in my youthful erotic fury I exclaimed to her: " I' ve got to lick that little hole!" She lay down on her back, her legs spread wide; I licked; the lovely Madeleine elevated her ass: " Drive your tongue inside, dear little friend," said she, and I inserted it and she raised her fur; I burrowed furiously in! She all but screamed from pleasure' s onslaught. My member was as stiff as a Carmelite friar' s, and as I had not the capacity to discharge, none of my ardor deserted me; ' twas surely on that account she adored me. Obliged to leave me, Madeleine gave me some cakes as a present, and I ate them in Babiche' s company.

" Cupidonnet," said my downy- cunted sister one evening, " that dear little prick of yours is always hard when you lick me. It seems to me that were we to get together in the same bed, you' d be able to insert it into that little muff of mine which you so like to suck and whose fur is so soft. I' m certain that would give me all sorts of pleasure, and you too; come visit me tonight."

When everyone in the house had retired, I slid into my elder sister' s bed. " Once," said she, " I saw Father, just after he' d done caressing our sister Marie," – Marie was the lovely one who had left for Paris-" run straight to Mother, his stick as long and tough as a rake- handle, and pop it straight into her fur – I' ll show you how he went about it, you' ll do the same thing he did." " I also saw him do it." " Did you really? So much the better." She arranged herself, situated me atop her, told me to thrust and then to retire and thrust again, but she was a maid, and although I was in strong martial form, I was unable to introduce the weapon, and succeeded only in hurting myself. As for Madeleine Linguet, I dare say she discharged, for she began to pant and came near to swooning away.

Oh how I regret that pretty silken- haired cunt I licked and prodded for six fine months! My father, Claude Linguet, to whom I bore no resemblance in this matter, sent his daughters away as soon as their vicinity aroused him significantly… It was even claimed that Madeleine had attempted to get herself stuffed by him. However all that may be, she departed for Paris three days after the charge was leveled, and in Paris our dear ecclesiastical brother found her a governess' place in the household of a rue de Saint- Honore canon. That beggar wasted no time determining what her talents were. There was a hidden door – about whose existence only he knew – which opened into the apartment occupied by his governess, whom he used to pass the night exercising. But never had he set eyes upon a cunt to match Mademoiselle Linguet' s silky- haired article; he went repeatedly to stare at it. Its beauty enthralled him, and he knew he would have neither rest nor peace until he had fucked it. One night as she lay sleeping very soundly – rather as she appeared to be sleeping soundly and was making a great effort to maintain that appearance – he applied his mouth to that singular cunt, and to her assailant ' twas plain she discharged; he immediately mounted and encunted her; she hugged him in her arms, the while stirring her ass rhythmically. " Ah, my precious," says he, " you do dance wonderfully well! But it' s not hurting you, is it? You mustn' t overdo it… else I' ll be obliged to think you somewhat a whore…" But her bloodied nightgown, and the bloodied sheets also, proved to him he had a novice under his belly; he adored her. She fucked blissfully, sacredly with this saintly personage and their liaison lasted two years at the end of which she buried him; however his testament left her an inheritance, and thus endowed she married the son of her mother' s first husband.

More mature by the time Madeleine had acquired a husband and returned to Reims, I had a very imperious desire to get into her. For a space of more than two years I had been reduced to sucking and frolicking with Babiche and several of my first cousins, but either my prick was thickening or all those still- beardless cunts were shrinking. I solicited a nocturnal rendezvous with the recently wedded Madeleine, and Madame Bourgelat granted me an interview for that same night. We were at our parents' farm; her husband had just been called away to Reims on business. By I know not what coincidence or for what cause, my father was not feeling well that night and, after having treated whatever ailed him, my mother, in order to avoid disturbing his sleep, left his bed and went to share the one her daughter was occupying. The latter, observing that our mother had dozed off, rose quietly and came to lie with me; I, however, had in the meantime got up and gone in search of her. Unluckily, our paths did not cross. I stretched out beside the woman I discovered on her back in Madeleine' s bed. Asleep though she was, I climbed into the saddle and made my entry. I was surprised to make such an easy way in; she folded me in her arms, squeezed, and, still half- conscious, bounced her ass about for a few moments. " Never, oh, never have you given me such pleasure," she sighed through her drowsiness. I also discharged and promptly collapsed from too much delight, my face lying upon her breasts which, while she was not young, were still firm, for she had not raised her children and those charms had never been much handled.

Madame Bourgelat returned from her fruitless quest at about the same instant I released my seed; she was greatly bewildered by the words her mother and substitute had just uttered. Then she grasped that I had been fucking her, and led me away to my bed, where she deposited me, still in a swoon. Thus it was in the maternal womb I began effectively to sow my wild oats. When I returned to my senses; Madeleine went back to my mother' s bed. Awake by now, Mother asked what my sister had been up to and then added in a whisper: " You surely have odd ways."

" My husband," replied Madame Bourgelat, " often has me get on top; I was dreaming, that' s how it all happened and when I woke up I must have jumped out of bed." My mother apparently believed this.

However, the shot had been fired good and true. Madame Linguet' s belly began to swell and she secretly gave birth to a son, and a splendid son to boot, whom she very cleverly substituted for her grown son' s child, this latter infant having been stillborn. This son my own mother bore me was known as Petit Coq.

A week went by. At its end, completely recovered from the state into which the first discharge had hurled me, I sallied forth from my bed once again, and to another rendezvous. Now, reader, bear admiring witness to my misfortune: our activities had been remarked by a strapping big bosomed wench, a country girl who worked in our fields as a harvester and who had her lodgings in the barn. As Madame Bourgelat was upon one occasion readying to join me in my bed, Mammelasse (as our full- blown girl was called), who was in love with me, for she frequently frigged herself in my honor, but who was not however a bad sort, took it into her head to advise my brother- inlaw to lock his bedroom door at night and to keep an eye on his lady. He did as she recommended, and judge for yourself what was my astonishment when, instead of a soft- haired cunt and round delicate bubs, I found myself fisting two well- inflated balloons and tumbling through a widesprung gate into a veritable mineshaft. I pushed valiantly on into the unknown notwithstanding and had myself a pleasant time. But dizziness all but claimed me again and I came near to having to retake to my bed.

Finally I did have the opportunity to stuff Madeleine and that was in the hayloft. I was performing like a madman, I encunted her prodigiously, but, at her third reply to my thumpings, I exploded… and properly fainted.

Madeleine avoided according me favors whose effects upon me terrified her. Deprived, I suffered. But not for long. A week after this last scene, I took leave of the farm and journeyed to Paris, whither I went in the pursuit of learning. But it is not by relating my life as a student that I propose to entertain the reader. I went at once to see the lovely Marie, the second of my elder sisters and she offered me her hospitality and a room.

I had begun my career by making a cuckold of my father; I had cornified my brother- in- law, fucking and causing his wife to discharge and impregnating her into the bargain, for Madame Bourgelat, who was never to have but this one child, brought my bastard into the world nine months after our scuffle in the hayloft. But much remained to be accomplished with those seven other sisters of whom six, or at least five, were supremely encuntable.

But let us return to Marie, the most beautiful of the lot. One day I beheld her dressed and adorned with that certain taste pretty women usually have. A superb bouquet shadowed her fair breasts. The sight of her caused my prick to rise approvingly. I was nineteen years of age, and had already fucked and fattened three women, for Mammelasse had a daughter of whom, according to her boasting, I was the sire and who looked so much like Genovefette you would have supposed them two peas in a pod. I was not a lad susceptible to vague or nameless desire; I inclined directly towards my amiable elder sister' s cunt. That evening after dinner, she retired for the night; the conjugal couch was situated in a dimly lit alcove. She had perceived a bulge in her husband' s fly, for his white breeches fitted him snugly, and she was eager to give him the pleasure of a full- dress fuck. I concealed myself in a place whence I could see everything that transpired. But, after having toyed with my sister' s teats and her cunt, after having increased the light in the alcove and subjected her cunt to an admiring appraisal, my brother- in- law elected moderation, decided to postpone his pleasure till the morrow, and, to my surprise, went out on tiptoe. I saw him take his cane and hat; then he was gone. I entered the room: the husband had left his wife' s skirts around her neck and the door unlocked. I bolted it and, untrousered, with the devil' s own erection, I made a bee- line to her. I stoppered that yawning cunt, now sucking her bared bubs, now her slightly parted lips. She mistook me for her husband; the tip of her tongue thrilled in my mouth. My prick went in wearing its hat: at that period I had not yet had the foreskin snipped and, stunting my device, it made it seem stouter, as bulky as the departed husband' s. I drove sturdily ahead, my beloved quivered and squirmed, and my inspired weapon touched bottom… whereupon my sister, half out of her mind, convulsed in a spasm. I, myself, discharged and… fainted.

' Twas for that reason I was found out. Marie savored the final oscillations of my militant prick, but, as soon as she had experienced the charming sensation of a copious discharge, she ridded her cunt of its visitor by pushing me aside. Then she drew apart the alcove' s curtains and regarded me. " What! Ye gods! it' s… it' s Cupidonnet

… he' s pumped himself empty… poor boy, he' s fainted!" I waked from my swoon and she scolded me, demanding to know who' d taught me to behave that way.

" Your beauty," I replied, calling her my adorable sister.

" But you' re so young!"

With that I recounted my entire history to her, told her how I' d fondled and licked Genovefette' s cuntlet, how I' d mounted and subsequently fucked Madeleine' s silken- haired cunt, next fucked Madame Linguet thinking all the while she was Madame Bourgelat. I told her how Mammelasse had got herself stuffed by me, how, unable to do without cunts, I' d explored Babiche' s diminutive one with my tongue, and how I had got with child the three women I had properly fucked.

" Good heavens! You are certainly indiscreet!"

" With you, yes, because you are my elder sister, and because I' ve fucked you as well."

The tale I' d just brought spilling out, Marie' s dazzling bubs, the shoes she' d donned, everything conspired to stiffen me afresh. " Divine Marie," quoth I, "' tis not yet over. Methinks I' m going to fuck you again."

" But my husband?"

" The door' s bolted."

She pressed my head against her magnificent breasts, the while murmuring, " Are you also going to give me a baby, little scamp?"

I reencunted her and shot off joyously, but without fainting this second time.

Not until then had the glorious Marie been pregnant. The months flew by. I became the father of Mademoiselle Beauconin, the only child of my brother- in- law of that name.

I shall pass in silence over all the common fuckeries in which I had a principal role. ' Tis only by dint of the singular voluptuousness in libidinous scenery such as will appear in the tasty pleasure- takings which I plan to describe in the sequel, that one may touch the heart and mind of blase libertines and combat the atrocious penchants quickened by the abominable literature of the infamous and cruel Sade. And so I reserve all my energy for representing almost ineffable, almost indescribable lovemakings, couplings which outdo everything the racked imagination of Justine' s author was able to invent.

Chapter Two

Before moving on to the tableaux I have just promised, I must nevertheless devote a few lines to relating an extraordinary adventure I had during my stay in the rue Saint- Honore, at the age of twenty and while engaged in my studies of the law.

Directly opposite the house lived an old watchmaker who had a youthful and charming wife. She was his third. The first had rendered him very happy indeed for a dozen years – life with her had been uninterrupted drunkenness, delight – the second had also done mightily well, but for only eighteen months and with the aid of a younger sister who would replace her in the marital bed whenever the wife felt in the slightest way indisposed, because she did not want to have her husband fuck under unfavorable, and possibly disgusting, circumstances. This excellent and thoughtful wife having left this life, the watchmaker, then sixty, married the pretty and gracious Fidelette, putative offspring of an architect but in reality the child of a marquis.

For mellowness and poignancy, this third wife' s beauty had no equal. Her husband idolized her, but he was no longer young. However, being wealthy, he lavished upon her everything her heart could desire. But his gifts and kindnesses failed somehow of the mark, and with every passing day Fidelette grew more despondent.

" My angel," her good husband said, " I worship you, and you know it. All the same, you are unhappy, and I fear for your days. There is nothing I would not do for you. Tell me what it is you desire – anything, no matter what, provided it is in my power to secure your happiness, I shall do as you bid me…"

" Anything? No matter what?" asked the young woman.

" Anything, yes. Is there something wanting to your heart, or to your divine little cunt?"

" You fill my heart to overflowing, my dear, but elsewhere… I have a spirited temper and warm blood, and my trick itches terrible."

" Does it make any difference to you who undertakes to appease your dear little hungers? Or have you some special taste, some particular caprice?"

" I love no one but you."

" Is there not anyone who attracts your regard? Only speak and I shall this instant go and bring him hither."

" Ah, well… there is that neighbor of ours who lives across the way, the young man who looks at me and of whom I' ve already complained."

" I understand. ' Tis enough, my sweet. You must have thought me thick- skinned indeed. Go take your bath, my beloved one. I' ll return in a trice."

He dashed off to find me. " Neighbor," said he upon entering my room, "' tis rumored you are in love with Madame Folin, the watchmaker' s wife. Is it true?"

" Upon my soul," said I, " it is indeed, I am wild about her."

" Then come with me and we' ll see what' s to be done. Come at once." He seized me by the hand and led me to his house. " Remove your clothes. Then go into this bathroom which my wife has just left. There you see some of my undergarments. Put them on and go regale her. Play the new husband or settle the thing for some other night – for twenty other nights. Suit yourself so long as you also suit her. I worship my Fidelette and I would do anything for her and am content simply to see her happy, satisfied. After you' ve done fucking her, after she has had her fill of discharges and discharging, I' ll encunt her in my turn… and thus bestow my own modest little present."

He had me climb into the bed his wife had been occupying since finishing her bath and then he started to take himself off.

" Oh, dear friend," exclaimed that timid dove, " you leave me alone with a stranger? Will you not stay and witness the pleasures I owe to none but you?" And she kissed us both. The bed was wide and capacious. The considerate Folin got into it with us. I climbed upon his wife' s belly. The fires were already burning brightly and my own torch glowed red. There, before the husband' s eyes, I buried my prick in the wife' s cunt. She replied to my attack, and furiously.

" Courage, dearie," cried that excellent watchmaker, fingering my nuggets, " let fly, my duckie, raise your ass, get your tongue into his mouth! This brave young fucker' s ready to flood you. You, my buck, dig in, dig in, head for bottom, ring the bell!"

We discharged like a pair of angels. I fucked her six times before the night was over. Husband and wife were equally pleased with my performance.

I revelled in this remarkable situation and repeatedly tasted these celestial, more- than- human delights until Fidelette perished out of this world while in the act of bringing the fruit of our fuckery into it.

Chapter Three

I shall omit giving the full details of my amorous exploits with the person who was my clandestine wife, since I have never publicly acknowledged that marriage with Conquette. Although her looks had been marred by smallpox, she was a robust, splendidly made creature, with a cunt so insatiable that I was obliged to let her take the bit in her teeth and wander abroad to fuck whomever came her way. She was the daughter of an innkeeper in the rue Saint- Jacques and the sister of a bookseller; she died, syphilis- ridden, long after she' d borne me two girls. Ah, but that one knew her job to perfection! Never did a woman encunted treat her rider to a finer outing. Conquette was the first woman I ever embuggered, but that came about in reply to her invitation and at a moment when she was in doubtful health. Afterwards she foisted off her younger sister' s ass on me, telling me ' twas her own: we were in the dark and I believed her, but the target the young lady presented me was not her ass but her cunt. I detected the fraud but have no real grievance to express: it was delicious howbeit everyday fuckery.

When my sister- in- law married and ceased to be at our disposal, my wife seduced her hairdresser, whom she heartily urged to submit to an anal penetration, alleging, as argument, that I was habituated to navigating the narrower strait. But this girl, having discussed the problem with me during the day, got her cunt plumbed that night without Conquette noticing into which aperture I inserted my device. In this way I had six all very pretty hairdressers in the course of twelve years; my wife paid them, thinking by this means to conceal from me the fact she had the pox. And ' twas thus I enjoyed a feast of those delightful cuntlets for which Nature had given me such a powerful appetite.

It was after the sixth hairdresser that Conquette, gravely ill, noticing that one of my schoolfellows was paying court to Mademoiselle Beauconin, my niece- daughter. She noticed that obstacles to his success were being created, and that my niece- daughter loved him, so she suggested to Mariette that she allow her lover to have his way with her, but fearing lest the lad be unable to depucelate her, she told me that the last of the hairdressers was sending one of her pupils who stood in dire need of a good encunting. But, she added, I was not to say a word while doing the task, reminding me that my niece was sleeping in the adjoining chamber. She gave me further instructions to which I hardly listened, as I was eager to be off. A hairdresser' s pupil? Provided I fucked a fresh young cunt, I cared damned little to whom it belonged. Naked, I approached the bed and stepped in. I found newly burgeoning breasts at hand, and a cunt which lay quivering.

I entered, I demolished the maidenhead. I had repeated the exercise three times when I was summoned from the bed. At first I fancied this to be some convention of which hitherto I had been in ignorance, but having listened more closely, I was most surprised to hear the spur being applied to my mount and my wife, while proffering encouragements, giving directions to her niece and my comrade. I went back to my own bed, pondering these curious events. The following day, I asked Conquette for an explanation.

" Why," she said, "' tis all very simple. You handselled your niece before your schoolmate stuffed her, for I doubted whether all alone he would be able to manage the deflowering." I was enchanted. I had made mine the first fruits of the daughter emplanted one remote holiday in Marie Linguet' s cunt, but I dissimulated my joy: this augured well for the pleasures I had for ages held hopes of enjoying and whose hour of realization was arriving. I was nearing my objective.

The reader will recall that I spoke of two daughters: I said they were mine, or at least that they were my clandestine wife' s, for she used to declare that her veritable daughters had died while being suckled and that… and that… she would speak of the king… mention some princess… but she always lied a blue streak; one simply dared not believe a word she said.

Conquette Ingenue, my elder daughter, had no sooner reached her first youth than she stared to incite desires in me. While her mother, whose syphilis was not yet apparent, was off sleeping and fucking with some gallant or other, she would send little Conquette to keep me company in bed She had the world' s prettiest crack. I made a regular practice of kissing it every night, after having spread her thighs. She would fall into a light sleep and I would insert my tongue, but would refrain from licking; then I too would go quietly to sleep, having eased her onto her side, her buttocks against my thighs and my prick squeezed between her legs.

During the daytime I encunted either the mistress of a certain barrister, Monsieur Riviere, or a pretty hunchback, who always wore delightful shoes and who lived in the same building, or a woman who limped in both legs but who had a delicious face and was about to marry. She had let her intended deflower her and since that initiation had given her pretty blond cunt an absolute minimum of rest. When not at work on one or the other of these three projects, I would poke my prick between Conquette Ingenue' s tightly squeezed thighs and she, feeling that uncomfortable presence, would seize it, sound asleep as she was, and cause me a spectacular discharge. She had caught the drift of things and started to chatter about them: we sent her away to learn a trade. She learned to draw. At the end of a two year absence she returned to the house, where I had been left alone since my wife' s death. Conquette Ingenue slept in a small room adjacent to mine. She was a tall, handsomely formed girl with perfect feet. I had the cleverest artisan in the quarter make her shoes modeled after her mother' s last which were also that of the Marquise de Marigny. Then I fell head over heels in love with the creature. But never was anyone more chastely virtuous than that heavenly girl, although her mothers, real or supposed, had been a pair of sluts and had both succumbed to the pox. Conquette Ingenue would not tolerate insolent behavior and there was no possible way of taking liberties with her. Fate doubtless willed it that her austerity would only make her the more voluptuous and the more desirable.

And so I found myself reduced to virtual beggardom: there was nothing for it, and I continued to tongue her during her sleep which, happily, was invariably profound. Directly she began to slumber I would fly to my post, lift her nightgown, gaze worshipfully at her delicious cunt, which a faint growth of down was beginning to cover, and ply my mouth with caution. Not before the tenth night after her return home did I sense her respond to these attentions; I redoubled my tongue' s activity and was rewarded by an emission. The light was out when Ingenue awoke, sighing and moaning happily.

" Ah," she murmured, " ah… that tickles so nicely." She imagined she had been dreaming. However, she nudged her young sister (who slept in the same bed beside her) with her elbow, as though she had thought the child had been responsible for what she had felt. I regained my bed, enchanted by the fact my daughter had discharged. Her emission encouraged me to hope that her spirits were now set in commotion and now aware of her own temperament, she would soon be susceptible of encuntment, become my mistress, and make me the happiest of mortals.

But how far astray my calculations led me! And what a great number of pricks were to attempt to martyrize that glorious cunt. Alas, it was to be the cause of myriad disappointments.

Nevertheless, such were my wholehearted, my unswerving, my voluptuous inclinations for that adorable girl, whose only rival for my affections was her sister. No, I can say it with all the conviction of a man who has had the experience. No, there is no pleasure to be compared with that of plunging one' s straining prick into the last depths of the satin- smooth cunt of one' s beloved daughter, above all if, courageously stirring her ass to and fro, she discharges copiously. Happy, oh, thrice happy he who steals the prize from any future son- in- law detested by both concerned…

Conquette Ingenue' s menstrual period came a week after the historic night of her first discharge. Thus, she was perfectly nubile, but while in a waking state I could not obtain any essential favor from her. My sister Marie, who was thoroughly acquainted with my character, placed her as an apprentice in a women' s dress and jewelry shop run by an attractive person whose husband had a functionary' s post. Offering herself in the place of my spectacular daughter, although unable to console me for her loss, Madame Comprenant, the dressmaker, undertook to distract me. I also went back to stuffing my niece Beauconin, then married to her cousin. But would this double activity be able to prevent me from insulting the virtue of the eternally provocative Ingenue? Hopelessly in love with her and not daring in daylight to have at her darling downy cuntlet and deprived of access to her during the night, I had to be content with gazing at her from the street. There she would be – the window was so disposed that I was permitted the view of an exquisitely shod foot, part of a lovely leg. If I bent down, when she made certain movements, I could see her thighs and her cunt, or at least picture them in my imagination, which always beheld her unclothed. A mere glimpse of her would put my prick in the air. I would enter the house and at the crucial moment invariably find either Ingenue' s mistress or the pretty Mademoiselle Beauconin. Just before threading the needle of the one or the other, I would half open the door so as, while fucking either her mistress or her cousin, I would be able to see the delicate foot or the voluptuous leg of that divine creature, who was exclusively responsible for my erection.

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.