thank for it, and above all your voluptuous footwear. While we were riding in his carriage, my generous fucker promised he would shortly have me bumfucked in his presence by a pretty jockey, whom he has previously employed to embugger in two different circumstances. He admits to a violent predilection for the asshole from time to time. So he told me.
' Godspeed and godfuck thee well, oh divine fuckeress!'
We were at a loss for what to say. Tendrelys embraced Conquette, saying, ' Oh, if he only knew you better!'
I was inclined to go and disabuse my self- deceived son- in- law; my daughter restrained me. ' He loved no more than my shoes,' she said, ' and he was not unfaithful to them. He got what he wanted.'
Tendrelys applauded this observation. ' It' s not for me to say, but I agree with you entirely.'
Madame Brideconin, wishing to be welcome at our parties, whence she extracted pleasures of which hitherto she had not even dreamt, had invited along one of her husband' s sisters, a heavily pockmarked creature, but otherwise the most provocative and biggest bubbed hussy of eighteen you could hope to see. The slut doubted whether we' d be much tempted by her ill- favored sister- in- law, for she knew we were accustomed to the best in good looks. But the landlady was mistaken. It was this big- busted wench who served us at table. She was solidly made, and had a splendid narrow waist. As soon as she' d got all the men' s pricks aloft, they bade her stir herself no more and they themselves went to get and carry away the dishes. At dessert, I was asked to recite the story of the depucelated cunts Minonne had mentioned – the same story Madame Conquette Ingenue had stopped me from telling for fear lest it prove too stimulating. I agreed not to recount it, and Conquette was content to listen.'
' I shall tell you,' I said, wiping my lips on my napkin and kissing the bubs belonging to my active fuckeress, ' how I depucelated Victoire Beaux- Talons, Virginie Motteblonde, Rosalie Conrose, as well as Suzannette, her younger sister, then Manon Aurore, Souir Mignard, Leonore Robe, Jeanne de Margane, the perfume seller, and Saccadine and Voix- Flutee, two itinerant cunts.
' The first time I clapped eyes on the voluptuous Beaux- Talons, she was in a brown dressing- robe, wearing white cotton stockings, black patent leather shoes with heels higher than Conquette' s. She gave me a promise of violent pleasures. Unseen, I followed her. It was evening, she turned into the alley beside her mother' s shop. The stairway was dark and I walked close behind her. She unlocked the door; the shutters were drawn in the room. ' Twas pitch black in there; she shut the door. ' Ah, it' s you, Monsieur Capahu,' she said, hearing my breathing. ' I thought I was alone.' I slipped a hand beneath her skirt. ' Oh,' said she, ' you' re always up to the same thing. Shall we have some light?'
'' No, leave the shutters as they are.' I hunted about for a bed. She retreated. I caught her. Down we went ahead.
' Oh, but you' re simply dreadful,' she declared, nevertheless readying herself for the attack. I delivered it; she replied thrust for thrust, saying, ' Ready, I must do my best, otherwise you accuse me of not loving you.' My pleasure- taking was delicious although straightforward and without accessory refinements. Victoire was so lovely, and I had had such a desire for her.
I wanted to leave without being recognized but a knock came at the door. I did my best to prevent my terrified fuckeress from going to open it, but she burst away from me. ' It' s my mother or my sister,' she whispered. ' Stay here or go, whichever you prefer.'
' I went. She…'
