Montencon, having made the pretty Adelaide Hochepine tipsy on wine and brandy, had the courtesy to send me first into the fray after his mistress had given my balls a hearty manualizing by way of prelude. I encunted and then he embuggered her, he too having initially had his pearls rubbed by Vitsucette. She washed my member and I then had a second shot at Adelaide. Montencon bade Vitsucette wash me again. ' I have my reasons, my dear chap. I' ve a fondness for having my prick sucked.' He popped his device into Adelaide' s mouth, was pumped, discharged, and had her swallow his seed. I was repelled by this performance and by its duplication, effected immediately afterward with Vitsucette. Having found all this fuck- quaffing eminently disagreeable, I never went back to Montencon' s for another soiree. But he was the personage I invited to dine with us in the storeroom and whom I had selected to begin the amplification of my daughter' s cunt and her training in battle. The work had to be done, for I had individually promised each of Vitnegre' s thick- pricked clients that she would soon be back in active service.
Montencon was not unknown to Conquette, whose mother he had fucked prior to the syphilitic days. He was nothing if not eager to slip it to the daughter. I found him halfway up the stair as I myself returned home. I introduced them; he stood motionless, struck with admiration and full of joy to behold so beautiful a woman. I had business to attend to, so I stayed no longer than a minute, saying I would leave my daughter to keep him company. He went with me to the door, stammering excitedly. ' Ravishing creature! Faultless taste in clothes! remarkable footwear, especially the footwear! I damned pity Vitnegre made off with that pucelage!'
' Vitnegre? Hardly, my dear Montencon. She' s a maid.'
' No!'
' Indeed she is.'
' My good Linguet, may I go and try to put at least one horn on that fool' s head?'
' Do the best you can,' I replied, ' but with your gray hair, I' m not so sure you' ll succeed. Only a jaded bitch who' s generally fed up with all the rest is apt to be willing to spar with a healthy graybeard libertine. With well- behaved maidens, you know, one must be tender and gentle, and what with your face of a satyr or a reprobate, I don' t know. But try it.'
Directly I was gone. Montencon addressed himself to the task. He experimented first with gallantry and compliments and got nowhere. At the end of his patience, he hurled Conquette onto the fucking- couch and, being a vigorous fellow, he brought his prick nigh to the lips of her cunt, holding her struggling body with one hand. However, he was unable to advance farther. She contrived to kick him in the behind and the blow undid what little he had accomplished. He was at his wit' s end and might have threatened her with a knife when I reappeared. Conquette adjusted her clothes without showing a hint of ill humor. I whispered to Montencon: ' How did it go?'
' She' s a devil and it went damned poorly. I' ll doubtless have to finish by frigging myself.'
' Courage, my friend, you' ll fuck her yet.'
We sat down at the table. Conquette talked to Montencon just as if nothing had happened – and nothing had – and even laughed at his jests. He asked why she' d not let him encunt her.
' Bless me!' she replied, ' why did I not submit? Why should I?'
' Because,' he retorted, ' I was as stiff as a bleeding mule.'
' You sound like Vitnegre.' That however did not prevent Montencon from recounting his enterprise in the most savory language. He praised the beauty of her cunt, the silky quality of its hair, the plump fairness of her buttocks, the firmness of her bubs, the pinkness of her asshole, the ivory- colored elasticity of her belly, her thighs. He exalted her foot and leg and in brief declared a general enthusiasm for all of her. Thus approved, Conquette blushed and was only the more modest in her triumph. I explained that I alone had fucked my daughter, whose life I had saved and whom I had deflowered a week before, and I related the entire story. ' You fuck her?'
' And who has a greater right to? I am twice her father.' Montencon bit his lip while Conquette embraced me.
Throughout the meal we admired Madame Poilsoyeux' s voluptuously moulded buttocks, whose splendid lines proclaimed themselves whenever she rose to ask for a plate or hand one around. She was wearing pretty green shoes with slender green heels and her silk stockings had a pink tint. I enquired whether she were wearing a garter belt. ' Certainly,' said she, ' I always do.'
' In that case, show us more of the world' s prettiest legs.' She refused my request, but we besought her with such insistence that, to put an end to our importuning, she placed one foot upon a chair and, lifting her skirts, exhibited a leg sufficient to send a dying man to hell.
We were, Montencon and I, beginning to lose our heads, but did our best to keep a grip upon ourselves. The ribald old fogy, during a moment when Conquette was in the kitchen, suggested we get her drunk by pouring champagne (he had brought me a bottle of it) into her red wine instead of water. I feigned assent, but before Conquette came back in I joined her in the kitchen and told her what we were up to. ' My judicious, most reasonable girl,' I added, ' you' re going to have to be stuffed; that' s what I brought him here for. But I didn' t know how to proceed. I was pondering ways and means when he made his suggestion. You' ll pretend to get drunk, so shall I, and thus he' ll never be able to get the upper hand. His engine' s rather stout, although of medium length. After him, I' ll get you Trait- d' Amour, my former secretary, a pretty lad who' ll carry on with the enlarging process. He should be able to prepare your cunt for whichever client you prefer. Trait- d' Amour knows about you. I' ve asked him to wait a few weeks before I place you and him in the ring together. Let me handle the business, my beloved, I' ll be there to put a stop to anything unseemly.'
' I am your servant, dispose of me,' she said, ' in any way you like. The situation from which you rescued me was so dreadful that I cannot disobey you.' We returned to the dining room. An instant before entering it, she pulled one bub from her bodice and had me kiss it. Montencon had completed preparations, pouring champagne into the decanter of wine. Conquette, warned, discerned the trick and unobserved slyly managed to fill her glass with water, reserving the wine to besot Montencon himself. But the bawd was not to be made drunk on anything but the lovely eyes and other charming features of my delicious Conquette Ingenue.
When at last Madame Poilsoyeux, who affected a convivial tipsiness, appeared to be in the state Montencon esteemed desirable, he signalled to me and, waiting for the first opportunity, I caught her around the waist with one arm and with my free hand seized her cunt. Apart from a strong desire to possess her at once, I wished to embolden her and prepare her cunt for the admission of a member more sizable than mine. I thrust her upon the bed, calling to Montencon to bring me what there was left of the butter from our meal. I deposited a lump the size of a walnut in her orifice and pushed it in out of sight.
' I' ll do that, please leave it to me,' she said in the calmest of voices. However, her ass was moving with an admirable rhythm and the couch was creaking a marvelous tune. I discharged thanks to these effects, and myself emitted many musical cries of delight.
' Well, bugger,' said I, ' it' s your turn now.'
Standing by the bed, holding his stoutly risen prick in his hand, Montencon gazed down at us. I had no sooner disengaged than he leapt bravely upon my daughter, whose wet cunt was still aquiver, and doubly resplendent with its garnishing of butter- and- fuck sauce. Montencon lunged, penetrated… Conquette screamed… I stepped forward, alarmed and ready to fly to her aid, but she was already smiling brightly. ' Are you well bedded in?' I asked her fucker.
' Jesus Christ, yes! and delightfully! She' s nipping my prick. What a cunt she' s got. It' s like satin in there… ah!… ah! I' m fucking her… shake your ass, heavenly harlot, throw it about, buggress, oh delicious cunt, dance under my balls! Jump, do you hear! I' m com- ing… I' m dis- charg- ing!… ah!… ah!… ah!' The graybeard sank fainting down upon my daughter' s breasts. She was swimming in fuck and joy! I' d feared that she might be shy with a stranger and lie stock- still instead of answering her antagonist blow for blow. But immediately she had felt Montencon' s prick scrape in, she had thrashed about like a captive panther, roared like a young lioness, and discharged like a thoroughbred mare. Montencon, without decunting, began to fence with her again, shouting, weeping with lust, and periodically murmuring, ' Divine bitch… play the whore… I guarantee your efforts will be rewarded.' Three times over the battle was renewed; neither gave quarter; finally, dry from extreme toil, both desisted.
' That was a fuck worth ten of the everyday variety, and that cunt' s worth a thousand of the sort I used to have you stick, Linguet, even my little landlady' s. One leaves it for a moment, but regrets having to do so, but I say, my friend, dig in again, why don' t you? A woman' s a match for sixteen men in this game. Let' s not allow her to cool off nor suffer from idleness.' Whereupon Conquette Ingenue, having lain motionless, save for her cunt, which she kept contracting as though a member were still stuffing it, jumped off the couch and ran to wash
