her fucker as a monk and feared that she might chatter about what had happened. I took supper in a cabaret opposite Vitnegre' s house. When I had finished my meal and he had left the house, I returned to my daughter who related everything that had passed. I said not a word.
I induced her to describe the circumstances of her depucelation – for she believed herself a maid no more – because I had a strong taste for such narratives and hoped hers would sufficiently restore my vigor to enable me to fuck her once again. She launched into the story as soon as I had put her in the right mood by speaking of her lover.
' Our first night and the three succeeding ones each netted Vitnegre five hundred louis, or so I subsequently learned from him. Directly we reached the house in which we were to dwell together, he lit four candles and disposed them around the bed. He had me lie down with my skirts raised above my waist. He turned me this way and that way, examining and kissing me everywhere. He had me lift my legs in the air and then stand up on the bed. ' Wiggle your ass,' said he, ' no, this way, the way I' m doing it' – he showed me how – ' as if I were busy fucking you.' I pointed out to him that this was indecent. ' Indecent! Bah! A wife is her husband' s whore,' he observed philosophically and fell to sucking my cunt and then bawled at the top of his lungs: ' She' s discharging! look at her squirt!' Then he had me grasp his thick member, as heavy as a horse' s and of the same color. ' Down on your back,' he cried, ' I' m going to fuck you now.' He flung himself upon my belly, but could accomplish nothing. ' They who say your father popped your cherry are a pack of bloody liars. You' re as mint as a six- months- old babe. Would that all of Europe were here to bear witness to this marvel. A knitting needle couldn' t go into it.' He lubricated me with some preparation, oiling me before and behind, extinguished the candles (my maidenhead had been sold) and pretended to climb into bed. Actually, it was someone else who lay down beside me, for all night long I was harassed by a fat member which got nowhere in the face of my narrow avenues.'
At the point in her story when she had quoted Vitnegre' s exclamation, ' She' s discharging!' I had slid a hand between her thighs. She felt it there but offered no resistance. I sank a finger into her cunt. ' Ah, Papa,' said she, ' you' ll be just as hard on me as the others when the day comes that I am depucelated.'
' How' s that? Depucelated? Is this true, my heavenly child?'
' Never has anyone entered into what you are holding with your hand at this minute.'
' Oh, adorable girl, I am a god, not a mortal man! But you' ve given me too fierce an erection! I must have your precious favor, else I' ll have a frightful spermatic colic.' Without further ado I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the adjoining cabinet.
' You are all of you alike,' she sighed, ' and even my own papa cares for me only on account of that hole.'
' And on account also of yours breasts, your nipples, your mouth, your eyes, your voluptuous figure, your inspiring curves, your legs, your prick- lifting feet, your soul, naive and virginal still despite all that has been done to make a whore of you.' As I pronounced these words, I raised her skirts from behind – she was bent forward over the couch placed in the room for purposes of fuckery – and I readied myself to attack her from the rear, but pommade was necessary to effect the introduction.
' It' s all my own fault,' she continued, ' if these stories I tell inflame every man who listens to them. Timon only once threatened my virtue and that was after he had heard the same tale, although I didn' t go into all the particulars.' She sprang away from me, for my device was hovering within an inch of success.
' And so you wish to make me ill, downright ill,' I said in the most plaintive accents.
They melted her, her lovely blue eyes became moist, she came back and leaned forward and inserted my prick herself, and aiding me despite some sharp pains, which the pommade only partially lessened, she said, ' Whenever my sister and I would watch you stick it into Mother – and we saw you doing it all the time – you used to roar with pleasure, but you must not roar now, Vitnegre might walk in.'
I promised to labor in silence. Ah, what delights were mine! I encunted her and my beloved partner' s trick twitched and gripped my prick. Never was satin so smooth as the celestial cuntlet' s interior, the cuntlet yet unfledged is not narrower. ' Ah, if that rascal of a husband of yours had really known what your cunt is worth, he' d have battled his way into it even at the price of dying in the attempt.'
' No, his member is too thick, you see. He was afraid of spoiling me. He frigs himself, or has me frig him, while holding me by the hair or buttocks and when he discharges he swears and blasphemes.' She contracted. She discharged, whereupon I too came, deliciously, ecstatically, crying aloud notwithstanding my promise.
' Move, move, shake, stir your ass,' I said again and again, ' squeeze your cunt, my angel, good… good… choke it to death… ah again… and again!' She wrung my spouting prick and herself discharged repeatedly. I felt the last depths of her cunt pinch and suck the end of my prick. I discharged three times running without budging from her cunt, and she shot off perhaps ten ejaculations, which I could sense from her convulsive shudderings, her spasms, her jerking up and down. At last she was spent, panting for breath. I disencunted as soon as I felt she had ceased to emit. She washed herself at once, for Vitnegre had the whimsical habit, upon his return and even in the presence of anyone he brought home with him, of seizing and sniffing her cunt.
We went into the salon to rest ourselves and to talk. I divulged the entire adventure of the monk in whose interests Vitnegre had made her display her breasts, her ass, her cunt. I described the huge proportions of the monk' s engine, assuring her that it was twice the size of her husband' s. I provided her with a picture of the barbarous joy of the ecclesiastic near whom I had lain in hiding and who in the most unequivocal language had expressed his desire to split her open like a ripe melon with his massive prick. Shuddering, Conquette cast herself into my arms upon hearing of all this. ' Oh, save me, dearest Papa, only save me and I shall be devoted to you forever!'
' I shall save you,' I affirmed. I explained how and why the beastly monk had gone, swearing that, had he remained and tried to violate her, I would have stabbed him to death without hesitation. I explained also how her abominable husband had surrendered her to me, thinking he was giving her to the monk who had paid for her. ' You know, oh, adorable child, how I put it in you. ' Tis I who, contrary to all hope and all likelihood, ' tis I who snatched your maidenhead from the clutches of our enemies.'
Conquette kissed me prettily upon the lips. ' But how are you going to rescue me?' she wanted to know.
' I shall come to fetch you an hour from now, I' ll lead you away, and you' ll stay at your pension. As soon as you are safe and sound, I' ll bring an attractive and talented whore to Vitnerge – I' ve got your key to the house and I' ve already found the whore and she' s agreed. I' ll make a noise immediately when I hear Vitnegre and the monk arriving. Then, I' ll skip out. I' ll listen to what goes on, and tomorrow we' ll see what' s to be done.'
This scheme delighted my daughter who saw her sufferings about to be brought to an end. I ought to have taken her away without wasting an instant, but instead I amused myself by having her tell me what had befallen upon the second and third nights of her marriage.
My matchless daughter resumed her woeful story in these terms:
' Vitnegre repeated the same things the second night. He took light hold of by breasts and said ' These seem of an admirable firmness.' Then he stationed me as though he were exhibiting me on the auctioneer' s block to a crowd of imaginary buyers (one of whom was only too real). After having placed my fur in view, he turned me around and showed my buttocks. ' Still a virgin,' said he, as if speaking to himself. ' In order to perforate her you' ll have to grease her like a pig and dip your own prick in butter.' He sucked and violently pumped my cunt and, when I was wet enough to satisfy him, he let me catch my breath.
' After a brief nap I woke to find that I was lying on my belly, and that astride me sat a man who was struggling to drive his exceedingly massive member into my fundament. But, although he cared not a whit for my groans and sighs, he failed over and over again to open a passage through my anal rosebud – that was his expression as he spoke in a low whisper to someone nearby. I next heard someone else in this room say: ' Well, I' m not the one to be of much help. My prick' s far too heavy to blaze the trail. Here have a look. Much too thick, isn' t it?' I understood nothing, fell back to sleep and did not awake again.
' The next day, towards noon, having first buttered my rosebud and steeped his member in olive oil, Vitnegre bade me lie down upon my belly and pull my skirts up, then he mounted into the saddle. ' I' ve got to try out this buggering club on you,' he muttered. I reminded him he had spent the whole night trying me out. ' That will be enough from you,' said he; ' all we need to do is enlarge the vent. Ah, by God, what a fortune these two gems are going to bring me once the rumor gets abroad!' He strove with might and main, tortured me for a good two hours, and all for nothing. He had to suspend his experiment, a copious discharge deprived him of rigidity and strength.
' And the third night he once again repeated what he had done on each of the previous ones. Upon awakening
