by AnonYMous
It was but two days before my scheduled wedding. Guac had nursed me every morning, and the effects of this new beverage were to whiten my skin, brighten my coloring, make my cunt hair softer and fluffier, and to give me such violent penchants that I was not one minute at my ease unless I had a prick in my cunt. That morning, my solicitor said as we were taking breakfast, "Guac must be wondering what has become of me. We've not seen one another for a time. Perhaps he has conceived some erroneous ideas about my lovely fuckeress's cunt. Since the inflexible Agnes simply has got to marry, I'd like to buy her for the wedding night." I had repeated my intention to marry while we had been fucking, and my father had applauded me. But as he was accompanying me to Guac's, where I was to have my ration of milk, that good father made the following observations:
"You are not the common sort of bride. What would slake almost anyone else's thirst is but a drop of fuck to you. I have an idea. I think I can arrange to provide you a feast for the day after tomorrow. I'll recruit a team of fuckers who'll work you over until you've had enough. Let me see. I'll begin the thing, then your uncle, the solicitor will come next, then your aunt's brother and perhaps the neighborhood butcher. If I can find any stray buggers, they'll sodomize you. We'll say we are anxious to keep your maidenhead intact for the groom. 'Tis delightful to embugger a bride on her wedding-day. They'll all pay handsomely. I'll consult Guac and we'll make all the necessary preparations." We arrived before his door. Transported with gratitude, I embraced my father and urged him to try to follow me into the house without being seen, for I wanted him to see me drinking my milk. I went in and he crept after me. Guac, his face wreathed in smiles, strode towards me, unbuttoning his fly. He kissed my feet, legs, ass, cunt and bubs. I prodded his gullet with my tongue, and after that he entrusted his prick to my hands. I was busily stroking it in a lively manner when he said, "Wench, I'm a reasonable man. I don't encunt you, but your father and uncle ought to fuck you on your wedding-day. I'll have three fresh pricks ready for our first night together. One of them will be that which depucelated you. Ah, the idea of you being encunted by your father is sure to make me release a pint of fuck – beware, here it comes, open your mouth wide! Come, wench, it's beginning to rise, get your lips around my prick ... ah! ah! ah! The bugger fucks his daughter ... your father is fucking you, slut ... fucking you, whore ... ah, that divine image makes me discharge ... houah!"'
He nearly collapsed. During the obligatory interruption I went to bring my father from his hiding place. "Fuck me," I said, "for 'tis essential to my fiancé's happiness."
"Ah, goddess!" cried Guac, casting himself to his knees. "You commit incest for me, all for me?" He introduced the paternal device into me. "Jump, skip! Fling your ass hither and yon," he cried.
"I'm dis-dis-discharging," I stammered.
"Come to me, my true love, let me frig you." Guac whinnied with pleasure as he sensed the fuck rising in him. He stoppered my mouth the while my father fucked me, and at the same instant I swallowed fuck I received a quantity of it in my cunt and ejaculated my own. My father had fucked me four times and Guac had four times given me pap when there came a knock at the door. Guac answered it at once, while I hastily rinsed my mouth and cunt. It was my uncle.
"You arrive just at the night moment." said Guac, welcoming him. "We are trying to depucelate my fiancée and need your help." Further explanations were contributed by my father. Guac stretched me out on the fucking-couch and my uncle encunted me. He detonated six charges. Guac launched six more into my mouth. After that I was given a moment to catch my breath. Subsequently, it was decided that a dozen fuckers would entertain me, one after the other, on my wedding-day. I'd present my ass or my cunt as a target, whichever I chose. Guac would enjoy the exclusive privilege of my mouth. During the night he would have me fucked by three new pricks – these he would choose.
Awestruck, my uncle exclaimed: "But she'll be a whore!"
"Quite so, and such she must be if I am to adore her. However, neither of you need complain about it since you two will be the only ones who'll have free use of her." As he finished pronouncing these words, he prostrated himself before me, acknowledging me as his goddess.
I went back to my aunt's. Her brother was there. Both of them argued with me, both tried to persuade me to open my cunt. "Just once, dearie, before you are a married women," wheedled my aunt. They redoubled their importunings. I yielded. She guided her brother's prick into my cunt. I was fucked only once, this being a fair fellow and his sister being eager to get stuffed directly he was done with me. And now it was my hand which directed the sibling and irresolute prick into her blazing cunt. This operation concluded and indeed repeated, I bade them adieu and left the house; they wept to see me go. "One thing consoles me, since we much lose you: at least my husband and brother have fucked you. You have been an inspiration to them both. Thanks to you, they now fuck me very frequently." As I was leaving, my uncle arrived; his wife told him what had happened. He said nothing, but took me aside, or rather to the bed, laid me upon it, and fucked me in their presence, all this in complete silence. He wanted to begin anew; I refused, inviting him and his brother-in-law to come the day after the next, and stuff me on my wedding day. They both thanked me.
Upon reaching my father's house, I brought him up to date, relating all these latest developments. "You know," he observed, "when one has so much paid work at hand, one should not accept to perform any for nothing. A chap with a rather agreeable appearance came today and offered an impressive sum for the privilege of sharing your company tonight. He looked vigorous to me, for he is dark-skinned and covered virtually everywhere with hair.
"I hope you did not discourage him," I replied with a smile. "Little things of that order are no bother to me at all."
Reassured, my father had me take a hot bath, then a cold one. He put me in bed clad in a generous nightgown and had me swallow some excellent broth. Then he allowed me to sleep. It was five in the afternoon when I shut my eyes. I opened them at midnight, feeling someone lick my cunt. I requested my assailant to show himself. He lifted his head and I saw before me an exceedingly handsome and exceedingly swarthy man. I smiled, he sucked my breasts, the while saying complimentary things: "You have a magnificent cunt, a superb mons Veneris, the belly of a maiden, an alabaster behind, breasts white as snow, voluptuous lips, fine teeth, the most lovely hair! Eyelashes, eyebrows, hair that could belong to Aphrodite, a perfectly turned leg, feet yet better formed! After I've fucked you, I'll have more to say." My father bade me get up and come to supper. The swarthy man lifted and carried me, naked as I was, to the table, which was laid near the fireplace. There, to my great surprise, I saw Guac. Fysistère, as the dark-skinned man was called, laced up my corset, indicating that he appreciated an amply exposed breasts. My father put stocking and shoe on one of my legs and feet, Guac attended to the other: my stockings and slippers were of silk, and dazzlingly white. We sat down at table. My fucker asked me to uncover my breasts somewhat more. We supped and I was hungry. That dark fellow ate and drank like Hercules. Upon quitting the table, he said to my father and to Guac: "You have not deceived me. She even surpasses the enthusiastic description you gave of her. If the interior of her cunt is anything like the outside, I shall have her at whatever the price."
"Let's have a look at your prick," said Guac. The dark man revealed himself. "Ah, yes, that should make a very nice fit, a perfect one. A glance at mine will explain why I've not been able to encunt her, as Monsieur Convelouté–"
"But, ye gods, Monsieur Guac! What's that you've got between your legs! An appalling prick, I say! Mademoiselle, fist that object, if you please, I'd like to see how hard it is."
I seized Guac's prick. He straightway began to roar with pleasure.
"I'm stiffening also." Fysistère remarked. "Make your father rigid too, and we'll compare engines." And I grasped Father's member, which swelled as I squeezed my hand. Then the comparing took place. Guac's was three times the hairy man's, whose was twice my father
's.
"I'd like to have a word with her," said Guac, furious with lust. He steered me into a corner, drew a curtain to conceal us, and discharged into my mouth. Only my father guessed what Guac had just done. As for myself, that mouthful of custard braced me wonderfully; I too was afire.
Fysistère's first words delighted me: "I must fuck her fully dressed to begin with," said he. We retired to the bed. He removed his breeches and exhibited a body no less hirsute than an ape's. He had me take hold of his device, saying,"Introduce this thing into your cunt, and raise your ass in the approved style every time I give a thrust." I encunted myself at once. He pushed; I uttered a cry, for he was tearing me, having a prick larger than my uncle's and, indeed, than all the other pricks which had fucked me hitherto. "Don't be upset," he said, "I am deflowering you, depucelating you is the technical term. Move your ass, gyrate it." I moved and gyrated it as best I could, sighing with pleasure as I repaid his prick-strokes with heaves of my ass. He finally rammed his way to the bottom, my nippers closed upon his gland. "Adorable wench!" he exclaimed between shouts of lewd delight. "Your satin-smooth cunt's biting the sausage! Your fortune is made, your future secure, as are your father's and your fiancé's, for selling you to me. Come now, let's fuck seriously!" I twisted and writhed, I leapt in the fashion my father and Guac too recommended. "Ah, this is sublime!" Fysistère rhapsodized. "She's discharging ... ah, she'll get me a little short-tailed bugger!" To my fiancé: "Come here, scoundrel, put your hand on my back, lower down, lower still – that's it. Now with one hand tickle what you find there, and with the other hand give my balls a massage." Guac obeyed.
Later, I discovered that at the base of his spine the hirsute man had a stub of a tail, shaped just like a prick. But like the rest of his body, it was covered with hair, and it was that tail my husband-to-be fondled. "This celestial cunt isn't something to be abandoned in a minute or two. No, I'll be at work for a good hour," said Fysistère, agitating himself happily. "Tickle away, bugger, tickle away, both my tail and my balls." He discharged six times before he come out for air. I asked leave to wash myself. My fiancé sponged my cunt and kissed me, calling me his cornucopia, his magical goose. Meanwhile, my father sucked my bubs.
Said Guac to the dark-skinned man: "She's yours, but I'm as stiff as a goat. Permit me to embugger her."
"Embugger her? No, 'tis good fuck wasted; nor shall you encunt her, for I want her to bear me a little one with a tail. But were she disposed to drink some fuck – and I've known a few high-spirited women who have a taste for it – I'd agree to let you enmouth her." Upon hearing this, I laid firm hold of my fiancé's prick and I'd have swallowed it had it been loose and not so bulky. He discharged while well within my gullet. He let go with guttural sounds, and the boiling seed splashed down into my stomach. "Ah, she likes fuck!" observed Fysistère. "She has every virtue, every quality, and she'll be lovely so long as she is fecund. Well there, Papa, put yours into her mouth. Of all fucks, paternal has the best flavor." I hurled myself upon my father, threw him down on the bed, seized his risen prick, and made it move in and out of my mouth until he erupted. I savoured and swallowed his fuck delightedly. "Good!" exclaimed Fysistère. "She has had an exemplary upbringing, 'tis clear. The girl's priceless." He took off my nightdress and shoes and stockings. My father and Guac assisted him. I was stripped to the skin, handled, caressed, kissed from top to bottom while I rinsed out my mouth. They passed me the nightdress. Completely naked now, the tailed man raised it and got next to me, sucked my nipples and my tongue. Then he told my father to insert his prick in my cunt.
Fysistère fucked me another six times without pausing to decunt. I felt tired. I wished to tidy myself. For an hour I sat astride the bidet, my cunt steeping in soothing tepid water. Fysistère amused himself by making Guac stiff and having him release packets of semen into my mouth. Then he summoned me, saying, "You have had ample rest, come to the couch so that I can give you the bouquet." He had my father introduce his member.
"Courage, my child," Papa said, "This fucker is worth ten ordinary men. I'll try to provide you with some relief if this goes on for too long." Six more fuckings followed, fucking of such extraordinary vehemence that I simply could not stand any more. I said I'd had quite enough.
"But," Fysistère explained, "the bouquet is twice the usual attack."
"What's this? How many shots do you propose to give her, then?" my father demanded to know.
"Twenty-four in all. That's my accustomed dose."
"That's too many, you'll drown the child if you've impregnated her, my good fellow. I have suggestion. She has a younger sister, just as pretty as she is. I'll give her to you, for this poor girl won't be able to keep up with you."
"I accept your offer," said Fysistère, "and I'll need a lot of others, for I stop fucking them as soon as they are full, or while they are nursing the little ones. Is the younger girl about?" he enquired, fucking me uninterruptedly.
"No, you'll not be able to have her until tomorrow night."
"In that case, I'll finish giving this one all twenty-four. You may wash now," he said to me, decunting. "I've only five more to go. If your fiancé feels fit, let him give you a drink of fuck – 'twill strengthen you for the rest." Guac immediately brought me his balls to fondle and his prick to frig. I acquitted myself so brilliantly that he was neighing before three minutes had gone by and I had just enough time to get my mouth around his prick when he discharged, swearing like a trooper. "Yes, there's nothing missing in this girl. She has every talent a man could ask for." Fysistère declared as he reencunted. "If her younger sister is half as gifted, there are two matchless athletes." He ran off his last five fucks, one after the other. I can say in my own behalf that I discharged in reply to every shot he fired into the target. Indeed, I sometimes answered with two or three to his one, whence the active Fysistère's admiring comments. He called me a fuckeress worthy of him. Wherewith my father said, "I doubt whether, even with the little one, you'll be well enough supplied. But I've got just what you're looking for: a niece. She's a nun and has the hysteric vapors, it seems. She'll be useful, however, in giving my daughters some respite."
"A niece, eh? Excellent, I'll take all three and will give each an annual income of twelve thousand pounds," the dark-skinned man promised. "Bring them to see me every day, except for tomorrow. I'll be busy stuffing a tall blonde who has heard me spoken of and wishes to have a try." And he left.
That scene altered all our plans. I slept till noon. We arrayed ourselves and were married at one o'clock. The wedding feast was gay. My sister was there, as was my hysterical Carmelite cousin, my father having found the means to have her there by alleging her need of the waters she had been for a considerable period requesting. I felt the most genuine pity for my sister Doucette's little cunt, and resolved to see her at some time during the day. My father cunt-sucked her while I looked on, explaining to her that such treatment was excellent for her health and prevented illness. Ah, how pretty she was! I'd have got my tongue in her cunt, too, had it not been for my bridal dress and coiffure, for her dear little fuck tempted me sorely. Our father warned her that she would have probably to aid me in the course of my wedding night, and the amiable child naively and graciously agreed to do whatever would be of help. I also saw the cunt that belonged to my Carmelite cousin, the beautiful Victoire Loudo. It wasn't exactly sweet to see, nor cute, but was covered by rich, superb black upholstery. One had but to touch it with the tip of one's finger to plunge her into an erotic frenzy and my father was obliged to screw her in front of my sister and me; this quieted the poor thing for no more than a moment. We called my uncle; he fucked her three times. Then we put the young man to work; he was soon exhausted. Then we enlisted the solicitor's services. And finally we one by one applied to all those who were to stuff me on that glorious day. The embuggerers came afterwards: she was fucked, refucked, and fucked again, nailed, hammered, cleated, planed, sealed, and painted – and calmed at last. But we did not resort to Monsieur Guac �
�� I was jealous of him. While all this multiple fuckery was proceeding, my father frigged my sister. The nun's embuggerage had caused Papa such an erection that he thrust Doucette into a small chamber (I went with them) and there and then he depucelated her. I inserted the paternal scepter into her dear little cuntlet – my function in this commerce was indispensable, for her gem, new and bright, was also very narrow.
The nun was given a washing. Noticing that Guac coveted her, I expressed jealousy, which flattered him. He made me a promise to save all his fuck and his thick prick for my mouth while waiting for children to increase my cunt's diameter. "But you rented me out," I told him, "before having turned me over to the hairy man, in order to be fucked before and behind on my wedding night. How many cunt-fuckers and embuggerers am I to have?"
"Six, at two thousand crowns a piece."
"You see, then," I returned, "I shall need a little rest – but we should not let so pretty a sum go by. And have you insisted upon silence and no bright light?"
"I have, yes, my beloved queen. I have contracted simply to produce you naked, without any night garment, and to be naked myself in the room. Silence and obscurity are essential – the six buggers have been discreet with me so far. After having seen you together in the salon, each of them will be placed in a separate room. You will move from one to the next: each will behold your entrance, survey and aspire after your charms, and suppose he is the unique possessor of all that tempts him. We will arrange everything by means of signals."
"And, I take it, I shall be replaced by three persons? We'll allot my sister the smallest and most delicate prick. The Carmelite will get the most brutal and vigorous. I shall see you fuck my aunt – leave that to me. She'd like nothing better than to be fucked were the conditions such as would ensure her against compromise. See to it that each woman comes to grips with two men – you should have little trouble managing it, for only the men are to be deceived."
