duty.' Next, he attempted to expose her breasts, but she broke away from him, whereupon he swung his booted foot and bestowed a lusty kick upon her ass. Some few days later the same friend having dined with them, Vitnegre, noticing that after coffee his wife had gone off to piss and then paid a visit to the bidet, said to his cohort, Culant by name, ' There we have a damned clean cunt, and were we to employ a little dexterity, or if need be a little force, we might both be able to give it a lick or two. However, if it' s to be force, don' t be startled if you hear somewhat of an uproar. But if by milder means we are to obtain our way, here before you is the key. It opens the door which yields entrance to the corridor. You will step in when, weary myself, I shall say in a loud tone, ' Come, Madame, show me a smiling cunt and let' s begin again.' Then advance boldly, my dear chap, smite unsparingly, for I' d as soon have the whole wide world fuck this bitch. Her path' s still insufficiently trod and needs widening!'
Conquette was called back into the room and the husband had her sit down before the fire. He deployed his prick, uncovered his large brown balls and recommended that his friend do the same. As the latter hesitated, the husband said to his wife, ' Untrouser him this very instant, buggress, or I' ll tear out your cunt- hair by the handful!' He did indeed reach forth his hand, Conquette uttered a cry. Culant immediately brought his prick and balls to light and in so doing asking Vitnegre to deal gently with her.
' Look sharp there, buggress. Frig us both, one with either hand. I am her master,' went on that scoundrel, addressing Culant, ' she does just what I tell her – how can she help but obey?'
Conquette was weeping; Culant sought to intercede in her behalf. ' Very well, then, let her suck my prick, there, and that way, on her knees, for I think I' d like to squirt into her mouth. I used to discharge into my first wife' s – she died, you know, and perhaps from overdrinking, who knows? It used to be my greatest delight to slake her thirst!' Culant remarked to the effect that thus to use it would be to spoil the prettiest of mouths. ' My God! Objections, objections, always objections! Then I' ll employ my own mouth-'
' The sight would make me come, I fear,' Culant said.
' Why then, my sly one, pray go into this little room.' Vitnegre thrust Conquette into a dimly lit cabinet and then urged Culant in after her, wherewith the wicked fellow adjusted his dress and left the house for another where he had the habit of gambling. Culant, left to his own devices, sucked and licked Conquette but dared not fuck her, having so diminutive a prick he was certain she would recognize that it did not belong to her master. Nevertheless, Culant discharged six times and Conquette did twice as well. When sated and spent, he gave her a blow of his fist, that she might persist in mistaking him for Vitnegre.
But that evening, returning from his adventures, the monster said to his wife, ' Well, buggress, were you adequately tongued this afternoon? ' Twasn' t I toiled over you. I' d surely not have done you the honor of half a dozen discharges. My friend doubtless has taken a liking to you. But can you have failed to recognize him? For I heard you blew off twelve times in a row, and you never even stiffen with me. And the blow he gave you – a stout one, eh? You felt it, I trust?' And thereupon the wretch burst into laughter. ' Well, there you are, bitch of a lawyer' s bastard, there you are, a whore to the teeth. I' ve nothing to do now but cash in on your cunt.' Terrified, Conquette then and there formed the resolution to leave him. The following day we met on the bridge. Having made her decision, she intended to carry it out and be rid of that monster.
My daughter' s tale, although related in rather more subdued terms than in the version I have given, had revolted me. I assured her of speedy aid but, at the same time I sought to comfort her, my prick held a fine consistency and threatful slope, for all stories of libidinous brutality excite my prick into an erection.
I solicited her favors; my request was answered with blushes, but I was permitted to kiss the pretty green slipper she was wearing. I went no further, wishing to start things aright. However, during the visit I paid her on the morrow, I laughingly slid a hand between her blouse and her back, then came gradually around to her bubs which, to be sure, she undertook to protect, but which remained in my possession all the same. Shortly after achieving this success, I set out for another and began to stroke her hair. Then, eager to see to what point I could carry matters without encountering a determined resistance, I teased her about having a little tuft of coarse hair amidst the silky hairs upon her cunt. Which she gave me to fondle, all the while trembling lest her husband interrupt us. In order to put her at ease, I had her talk about her lover and while she prattled on, I proceeded from one liberty to another, finally inserting three fingers three inches into her cunt
She was so engrossed in her subject that I do believe she fancied it was Timon who was cheering her up. As I rubbed away, I told her I had located a pension for her and that she could go there directly she left Vitnegre. She reddened with pleasure and threw her arms about me. I darted my tongue into her mouth, then felt hers enter mine. Furiously happy, I was on the point of asking her to tell me in what manner she had been depucelated when, Vitnegre' s step sounding outside the door, I dashed into the same room Culant had used, thinking I would be able to get away through the door to the hallway. What was my surprise to see a monk enter by that same door. I retreated and hid behind a large sofa; he failed to notice me.
Vitnegre entered by the door leading from the room I had just left. ' Salutations, my most reverend father. Will you fuck her before dinner, or after?' The monk, appearing to meditate over his reply and squinting through a glass panel which afforded him a view of Conquette, licked his lips.
' No, my son,' he finally said, ' no, ' twill be as we priorly agreed: go into the room, increase the light therein so that I shall have excellent opportunity to see all that comes to pass. Then amuse yourself with her: teats, asshole, cunt. I shall reserve my best for the night.'
' Nonsense,' said the generous husband with a large gesture, ' I' m quite willing to throw this one into the bargain.' But the man of God remained adamant. ' No, I say, I like only bedtime fucking as you know: to suck tongue and bub, to encunt, to embugger, to be suckled, to sink good tooth into a pretty tit, to nip its extremities. Proceed, dear boy. Go into the other room with your prick aloft, warm her up, and, I beseech you, brutalize her just a little.'
Vitnegre, his loins bare, returned to his wife, who, as always, trembled at his approach. ' Mark you, buggress, the condition my prick is in? It' s because of that neat little foot I see before me. The other day I overheard some poor sod behind you say he' d like to get his tool in you – get that kerchief away from your chest, I' ve got to see your dugs – pretty things they are, by God, white, firm. Ah, my little slut, I' d tear off these pink buttons if I weren' t afraid of damaging the merchandise. What a fuckable shape to those buttocks! Up with your petticoats, whore, up with them, above your waist, above the navel, let me see that mechanism. Very nice… now walk, presenting your cunt… now turn around and let' s have a look at your ass… excellent, capital… a very graceful movement you' ve got, bitch. Wiggle your ass, do you hear me? And wiggle your cunt too, agitate it, by God, and keep it up till I tell you to stop.' She toured at least a hundred times around the room, alternately exhibiting her ass and her cunt.
His eyes fixed upon the spectacle, I heard the monk say: ' That bugger' s prick isn' t as stout as mine. He wasn' t able to depucelate her. Ah, dear Jesus, how she' ll screech tonight! But I mustn' t have that. Screech? Then there' ll be scandal, the neighbors will come running,' reasoned the ecclesiastic. ' They' ll think someone is killing her and who knows? Maybe I shall. Shall I? Ha! Why not? What? But I' d best go now,' and the old fellow did go, murmuring as he left on tiptoe: ' She' s someone it' d be a delight to kill, that' s clear, and killed she' ll be.'
At the same instant, Vitnegre gave Conquette the signal to stop parading: ' Whoa there, bitch! Stand still a minute.' He entered the room. ' What do you think of her?' he demanded. ' Like to have a go at her now?'
My prick was as hard as a rock. Attempting to simulate the monk' s voice, I said in a hoarse whisper that yes, I might try her after all.
Vitnegre went to fetch his wife and, driving her brutally ahead of him, said, ' Get along with you, bitch, whore, or I' ll fuck your ass! Ah, but you' re going to howl like a cat, but see to it, you bloodycunted slut, see to it you don' t wake the neighbors. For if you do I' ll bring every blessed one of them in here. That wouldn' t bother me one damned bit. I' d keep your cunt corked even though all of Paris were here to watch me operating.' With these words he pitched her head over heels onto the couch which had been placed in the room, then disappeared.
I leapt atop my daughter, who, feeling herself being almost painlessly probed, refrained from raising a fuss. ' Scream!' I said to her in a low voice. And scream she did, she screamed to wake the dead upon discovering she had some stranger' s member in her trick. As soon as I had discharged, and discharged deliciously, by having her oscillate her cunt, I made my escape just before the neighbors put in their appearance, and, as she kept up the disturbance, I sent them in to rescue her. She was found standing on her feet.
'' Tis only my wife,' said Vitnegre with an apologetic smile; ' we were making love, a mere nothing, don' t you know. Look at the silly creature, she' s still soaking wet with pleasure, but she' s got the temperament of a wildcat. She bites and howls whenever you show her any kindness at all.' Agreeing that Vitnegre was a very witty fellow indeed, the neighbors all laughed and withdrew.
Vitnegre dined and comported himself with a degree of politeness. He wondered whether his wife had identified
