down, would take off one of my slippers, plunge his prick into it, have me rub his balls with my shod foot, and would heave deep sighs. Then he would knock on the floor; upon hearing the signal, Madame Mezieres, the neighbor downstairs, would come up, take off my remaining shoe or slipper, and lie down on her back. He would raise her petticoats and go into her, meanwhile having me lift my skirt to the knees and stand so that he would see my reflection in a mirror. ' Your father' s doing to me what he dare not do to you,' Madame Mazieres used to say, ' because you are his daughter. But you' re the one who stiffens his prick, you know. Ah, if you were to show him your pretty little cunt, how he' d jump! What wonderful blows of his prick he' d aim into my cunt!' Touched by her pleas, I' d often hoist my skirts and exhibit a downy, silky- haired cunt my father considered exquisite. I could tell that it pleased him, for the sight would inspire him and he' d charge with redoubled fury into the lady' s trick. Leaving her, he' d himself put my shoes back on, but Mezieres prevented him sometimes, and, raging with lust, she' d push me onto the bed, lick my cunt, and into hers thrust the toe of either my slipper or shoe, wielding it like a godemiche. While this was going on, my father would gently fondle my buttocks or my breasts. ' You' ll fuck her, you bugger,' said Madame Mezieres, ' you' ll depucelate her, you' ll get her pregnant, you' ll have to marry her.'
These oft- repeated remarks led me finally to ask my father' s leave to marry.
I had an uncle, my aunt' s husband. The stairway leading to their apartment was poorly lit. One day as I was climbing up, my uncle followed me. When halfway up, he slid his hand beneath my skirts and laid hold of what he called my cunterino. I started in fright. ' Keep still,' said he. ' Do you want to raise the roof?' I fell silent and he fingered my cunterino, his one hand straying now and again to my asshole, his other fastened securely on my breasts. He put his member into my hand, had me squeeze it, swore softly and while sucking my nipples, discharged between my fingers.
I was blushing furiously when we entered my aunt' s apartment, but I said nothing. My uncle kept a stern eye fixed upon me and when I set out for home, he said he would accompany me thither. ' You are going to marry soon,' said he; ' and I have someone suitable in mind for you. But only I can persuade your father to agree to the match, and I' ll persuade him upon condition you let me stuff you just three times before the wedding once the alliance has been made a certain thing.'
' Stuff me? With what?' I played the innocent, although I had witnessed my father cavorting with Mezieres. We were in an obscure little alley. He brought his prick forth out of his breeches and grasped my cunt.'
' This, and into what I' m holding.' I edged away, but said nothing. We were not far from my father' s door; I broke away from my uncle and ran home. No one was at home. I waited for my father to arrive.
Alone with my own thoughts, I resolved to sound my father out on the question of my marrying, When he appeared I was less retrained with him than usual. When kissing him, I placed my lips not upon his cheek but upon his mouth. He was delighted with that. I darted my tongue into his mouth, just as I had seen Mezieres do it. He put his hand between my thighs, but not under my skirts. I abandoned myself, saying: ' I want to marry, and you' ll be well caressed, you may be sure, if you give your consent.'
' With all my heart, upon one condition: have you someone in view?'
' My uncle has. I' ve never seen him, however.'
' Very well. ' Tis then no passing fancy on your part. I' d better give you a cunt- licking, it should seem to me.'
' A what?'
' I' ll lick you there,' he explained, putting a hand upon my gem. I pouted.
' Now, now, be a clever girl. Take this soft sponge and wash yourself thoroughly. Scrub that pretty growth of fine hair down there, and the inside too. You' ll find this enjoyable, believe me. You' ll feel very silly for having been reluctant.'
' He gently sucked my little nipples while my cuntlet, my buttocks and my rosebud were swimming in a rinse of luke- warm water.
My impassioned father afforded me no time to pause and consider. As soon as I' d dried myself, he lay me down upon the bed, raised my clothing above my waist, and applied his mouth to my crack, into which he inserted his tongue, licking energetically until, after fifteen minutes of this, I gave out hints of an impending discharge. Observing I was on the verge of an ejaculation, my father got up and returned with a large lump of butter which he put into my cunterino, and then inserted his prick after it, causing me considerable pain. He squirmed and shoved, I discharged, such was my pleasure that I squirmed and shoved too despite my sufferings. Fortunately, my father' s prick was not excessively stout, but it was long. He gave me the most complete pleasure, for he tickled the bottom of my womb, and because I was very narrow there, he filled my cunt just as if I' d had a stallion' s member between my cunt lips. And that was how I lost my maidenhead.
While he was at work washing my cunt, I besought my father not to delay giving his approval, which I did not want to owe to my uncle' s intervention, and explained why. ' Ah, ha!' said my father. ' So that' s it! Don' t let that bugger stick you, my dear. His prick' s huge, he' ll widen you noticeably, whereas I' ll not harm things. Your future husband, or any other of your fuckers, will swear you are a maid.' I promised I' d not grant my uncle what he was after. ' Oh, but you can amuse him all the same, you know. Frig him when he reaches for your cunt. You might even let him embugger you if he appears willing to be content to go no further.'
' How does one do that?'
' Embuggery? I' ll show you.'
And he embuggered me. It pleased me, for I discharged. ' As for my consent,' my father resumed, ' send your suitor to see me. If he' s the ugly rascal of a fellow I' m thinking of, you' ll not be wild about him.' Highly pleased, I returned to my uncle' s. His wife and he introduced me to their protege, a sort of mulatto they presented as a Monsieur Guac.
That same day I had a very spirited interview with Monsieur Guac. During it, he did his level best to get at my cunt. His ugliness and stupidity did not repel me, since my uncle and aunt had forewarned me that he was no beauty but nevertheless popular with women. This intrigued me. I informed him that my father was not opposed to me marrying. Would he have the kindness to pay him a call? Indeed he would and he asked me to take him to my home. We agreed to confront my father the following day at noon.
We arrived at a moment when my father was about to leave the house. Guac had fondled my ass upon the stairs and had engaged me to fist his prick, which put a glowing color in my cheeks. I was radiant. I presented Guac as my fiance. His dreadful face and mean appearance caused my father to smile and dispelled all his jealousy. ' My children,' he said, ' I have some urgent business to attend to. It shan' t take long. Please await my return.' He left. When we were alone, Guac said to me: ' From his tone it seems as though he' ll keep his word to you and say yes.'
' I believe he will, for he never hides his reaction if something displeases him.'
' My beloved,' Guac went on, his black eyes glinting with pleasure and lust, ' allow me to put it in you here, right now, on your father' s bed. Do let me.' I thought it a fine idea: after all, I had already been depucelated and furthermore, my gem had been itching me furiously ever since my father had perforated it. However, I replied: ' Oh my, no! What if my father were to come in? And he' ll be back soon.'
' Why, when he sees you being screwed, he' ll do nothing if not hasten your marriage.'
He lowered me upon the bed. I resisted feebly and clumsily. He thrust his prick between my cunt- lips, then pushed but could not advance, even though he interrupted his struggles to wet the head of his device. He increased his effort, which resulted in his losing a bucket of sperm all over my pubic hair, my belly, and my thighs.
I slipped away to wash myself. ' Indeed, you are very thoroughly a virgin, ' tis clear,' said he, putting his clothes back in order. While wiping and drying myself, from out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed my father in a hiding place. I pretended not to have noticed. An instant after I returned to Guac, that cunning father of mine entered the room. Guac requested my hand in marriage. My father answered that he would allow me to make my own choice. He signed the documents. He then told Guac that he would like to have a talk with me and that he would conduct me to my aunt' s – he wished also to speak to her. We would all meet there. Guac left.
' Have you been fucked?' my father demanded directly Guac had gone. He seized my cunt and drew me towards him. ' Have you, eh?'
' You saw very plainly that I have not been.'
' Where did he discharge? Upon the hair? Did some of it get between the lips?'
' Yes.'
' Good enough. That will sometimes suffice to impregnate. You' ve nothing more to fear. Go visit him in his
