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  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 Mezières. 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 Mezières 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 protégé, 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 fiancé. 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 lodgings and give him a free rein. Between now and then I might just as well dig the ditch a little deeper." Aided by a large spoonful of butter, he penetrated me with some ease, and repeated the operation three times, excited by what he had just been watching and because I was extremely well shod in new silk slippers. I discharged three times within each encuntage: that totaled nine. My father affirmed I was a mettlesome, high-spirited girl and that I should turn into a good fuckeress. I washed with care and he took me to my aunt's.

  We found Guac there upon our arrival. My appetite was rather whetted than satisfied by my father's triple stuffing. Said I to my fiancé: "Go to
your place. I'll join you there, for I wish to have a conversation with you." He dashed off. My father spoke to my aunt, suggesting that the wedding-day be advanced. He feared, from the manner in which I had discharged, that I might become pregnant because of him and at the same time he desired that it happen; but at any rate I had to marry. My aunt went out with him.

  I too was about to leave, in order to let Guac essay a complete encuntage, when my uncle appeared. I was in such a sweat of lust that I was by no means sorry to see him, even though he did not please me personally. He turned the key in the lock and approached. "So you are going to marry? Well then, come along. Let's have a look at the goods that are to be made over to him. You know, Guac has such a large prick he's likely to damage you lest we loosen things a little." This observation convinced me I ought to yield. He seized me.

  "Leave me, leave me." I pronounced in a weak voice. My uncle paid no attention and seeing I was not going to cry out or scratch, he bore me to the bed, had up my clothes, and directed his prick into my vagina. I feigned self-defense, but managed simultaneously to facilitate matters. He hurt me, I did indeed moan, and observing that my complaints were of some aid to him, I began to scream at the top of my lungs which brought him trembling in to the hilt. It caused me such pleasure that my groans were those of ecstasy. I struggled fiercely, but my cunt hugged his thick member. My body thrashed, my ass heaved with such fine effect that I discharged with terrible convulsions. My cunt contracted so tightly that it pinched my uncle's gland. He bellowed and half fainted from pleasure. "You fuck damned bloody well for a virgin! What will you not be able to accomplish in time! Let's begin again." He had at me three times in all, heedless of my tears, for I thought it wise to weep. When he had had his fill, he decunted. "Oh celestial fuckery!" he exclaimed, "were your cunt's merits more generally known, it would make you your fortune."

  "Yes, you have given me an excellent start," I answered between sobs.

  He unlocked the door, emptied the bidet containing a mixture of water, blood, and fuck. Then, fearing his wife's return, he went out, saying, "You owe me your thanks. Without that preparation, Guac would have disemboweled you. Come see me again if I can be of further help."

  This kind of language neither surprised nor upset me. As soon as he had gone, I dried my tears and adopted an air of perfect gaiety. My aunt returned; I notified her of her husband's attack, but omitted to mention its success: my aim was to encourage her to expedite my marriage. I begged her to say nothing to my fiancé of what had transpired, pointing out that this might lead him to change his mind. I promised always to protect my virtue with the same dauntless courage which had just animated me, and while I was speaking in this vein the itch returned my cunt. I asked to be excused, left the apartment and raced to Guac's hoping that, prepared as I was, he'd drive it home this time. He was awaiting me. "I have a quantity of things to tell you," I began. But he did not allow me to continue further. He made for my cunt. "We'll fuck first of all," quoth he, guiding me onto my back. His impetuosity rather relieved me, for, in truth, I had nothing new to say to him. I put up a calculatedly awkward resistance, as I had with my uncle and my father, but, enlarged though I was, his attempts were in vain. I dared not tell him to resort to butter. That would have struck him as no virgin's advice. I waited for the idea to occur to him. It didn't. "You're devilishly mint in there," he muttered, rolling me over on my belly and spitting into my asshole. Wherewith, by dint of an unheard-of effort, he hammered his engine into that small orifice. I emitted ghastly shrieks, but he held me in such a grip while embuggering me that I was unable to budge. I endeavored to reply to his buffets in order to minimize my suffering and hasten the denouement, and my bouncing ass did bring an end to the drama. The member in my ass seemed to have the proportions of a siege-gun's barrel. To feel it withdraw was a not unpleasant sensation. "You're worth your weight in gold, even bumwise, excellent." Then he asked my pardon. "Your lovely cunt, your lovely ass, your white breasts were driving me out of my mind. Unable to encunt you, I embuggered you, in despair, as it were. Forgive me, my dear creature. I have all sorts of plans for recompensing your sterling behaviour." My ass hurt. Guac dipped it in warm water, then he kissed it, licked it also, occasionally running his tongue as far around as my cunt. He had stiffened anew, but I wished to leave. He was obliged to bring me home in a carriage: to walk caused me pain, but the carriage afforded him an opportunity to frig me while he sniffed one of the shoes he had removed from my feet and into which he finally discharged a full pint of fuck. Delirious with pleasure, "My queen," said he, "my prick is over-large for you. Pick out some handsome young lad by whom to be depucelated and I'll find a way to arrange everything without compromising you." The suggestion appealed to me. Guac got out and carried me into the house. I went to bed. The pangs in my asshole diminished and then vanished with sleep.

  The next day I went to my father and related everything Guac had done and said to me. "Good," he commented; "you are a fiery creature. You'll be fucked forward and backwards and orally too and you'll adore it. You shall be married within a week's time. Between now and then I'll find you a more sturdily furnished fucker than I. For the time being, we'll do our best with a makeshift. Ready yourself, I intend to put it in you. Impossible to give so pretty a cunt too many stretchings." My father encunted me thrice. "And still a maid, damn my eyes!" said he.

  "But that awful uncle of mine," I protested, "with his massive prick, has already raped me upon three occasions."

  "Three!" my father exclaimed. "What the devil kind of a cunt could God have given you! You could be sold a thousand times over as a virgin. Here, I'd better refuck you." He refucked me.

  While I was rinsing my cunt with warm water, my father had gone to the window and was chatting with a young solicitor, his next-door neighbor, a strapping handsome buck of thirty. My cunt washed, I went to have a peep, raising the curtain, but, having been observed by the young man, I withdrew. "Who is that heavenly creature?" he enquired. My father replied with a casual gesture which was probably meant to signify that I was his mistress. He was still gesturing when the solicitor took his leave.

  'My father spoke to me at once. "How would you like that lad to put it in you? He'd pay."

  "Oh, Father!"

  "Call me Sir in front of him." There was a knock. My father answered the door and I heard him ask in a low voice, "You brought it?"

  "Here you are. Fifty louis."

  "Mademoiselle," my father thereupon said to me, "you know that I love you for what you are. This young man, one of my very best friends, has come to make you a present. I am going out now. Show him you are capable of expressing your gratitude." My father concealed himself; the solicitor fancied he had left.

  "Have you been fucked today?" he enquired, coming up to me and grasping by breasts.

  I slapped his face. "Monsieur," I said, "we are in my father's house."

  "You are ... Mademoiselle."

  "Quite, Sir, and am to be married next week."

  "A marriage, that would be, of interest or one born of affection?"

  Having learned of my attachment, my father met my fiancé and discovered him monstrous. Being a thoughtful father, he undertook to have me prepared for what lies in store for me. "I thought you a friend of his. I consented after having seen you." The solicitor fell to his knees, and begged my forgiveness a thousand times over. "Therefore behave properly," I continued. Wherewith he caressed me. I at last returned one of his kisses. He drew me to the bed. His prick belonged to the same category as my uncle's, but he was less adroit. I called out loudly for pommade. "My fiancé once enticed me to his chambers. He shut and bolted the door and attempted to violate me," I explained. "Unable to make any headway, he pommaded me and still had no luck. But pommade me nonetheless." While saying this to him, his fumbling efforts caused me to discharge; I sighed ecstatically, panting. My father mistook these sound for those of pain; he emerged from hiding, pommaded me and guided my fucker's prick into my cunt.

 
; "Thrust." he said to me. "Lift your ass, squeeze him in your arms. For every blow your depucelator gives you, reply with one of your flanks. Lock your legs around his body and tighten them as you move about. Good, that's it ... excellent! ... jump, my dear, throw caution to the winds."

  "Great God! What pleasure." exclaimed my fucker, "How narrow her cunt is. How deliciously she moves under me."

  I darted my tongue into his mouth, murmuring: "My heart ... my beloved ... I adore you."

  "Ah, the dear little thing. What tenderness. I'm discharging ... fucking her..."

  "Oh, Father, he's fucking me! Do all men then fuck this way? Ah, Father, what joy! My soul is going to flow out of the hole he is in." I discharged, my whole body becoming rigid.

  "The little princess!" expostulated the solicitor, "look at her come! My good man, give her to me to be my wife. I've depucelated her, I'll marry her!"

  My father, who had his own designs upon me, refused. As a result the solicitor few into a rage, hurled himself back into my hole, and fucked me eighteen times. My father was obliged to pluck him off my belly and convey him home, for he was unable to walk. As for myself, I was hardly out of breath. Once I'd washed my cunt and refreshed it, I felt as good as new. Upon my father's return, seeing he was deeply moved by the sight of my naked bubs, I told him that, if he was stiff, he might as well satisfy himself by fucking me two or three times. "What a scene that was!" he gasped. "But you have a pitiless cunt and a ferocious taste for the game. Your cunt and taste will make our fortune. Let's see if you can discharge again, my dearie. Let's have it!"

  And while encunting me, he praised me highly for having avowed I was his daughter and given that slap to the solicitor. "Fuckers," he observed, "have a certain disdain for the fucked, but in your case it shall be the contrary. I'd like to put you above those buggers."

  "I'm discharging!" I cried.