" Courage, dearie," cried that excellent watchmaker, fingering my nuggets, " let fly, my duckie, raise your ass, get your tongue into his mouth! This brave young fucker' s ready to flood you. You, my buck, dig in, dig in, head for bottom, ring the bell!"
We discharged like a pair of angels. I fucked her six times before the night was over. Husband and wife were equally pleased with my performance.
I revelled in this remarkable situation and repeatedly tasted these celestial, more- than- human delights until Fidelette perished out of this world while in the act of bringing the fruit of our fuckery into it.
Chapter Three
I shall omit giving the full details of my amorous exploits with the person who was my clandestine wife, since I have never publicly acknowledged that marriage with Conquette. Although her looks had been marred by smallpox, she was a robust, splendidly made creature, with a cunt so insatiable that I was obliged to let her take the bit in her teeth and wander abroad to fuck whomever came her way. She was the daughter of an innkeeper in the rue Saint- Jacques and the sister of a bookseller; she died, syphilis- ridden, long after she' d borne me two girls. Ah, but that one knew her job to perfection! Never did a woman encunted treat her rider to a finer outing. Conquette was the first woman I ever embuggered, but that came about in reply to her invitation and at a moment when she was in doubtful health. Afterwards she foisted off her younger sister' s ass on me, telling me ' twas her own: we were in the dark and I believed her, but the target the young lady presented me was not her ass but her cunt. I detected the fraud but have no real grievance to express: it was delicious howbeit everyday fuckery.