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satisfaction; and thus her father enjoyed the first fruits of every aperture

in her body.

He it was that instructed her so deeply in classic literature as well as

modern languages, but always choosing such lewd works to carry out her

education, such as Meursius and Suetonius in Latin, Athenaeus with his

supper conversations in Greek, especially drawing her attention to his

chapter on boy love, Boccaccio and Casti in Italian, the uncastrated

editions, the adventures of Casanova, and the hundreds of other French

bawdy books, with the most exciting illustrations of all these works and

many others besides. The lecture on them always led to good fucking in

one aperture or the other, practising the particular description that

excited their lewdness.

He thus depraved her mind that she soon longed for other experiences

than all he could give, and she cast about for an aide-du-con. This she

first found in their young and handsome footman, who proved not only

discreet, but completely up to his work, and uncommonly well furnished.

They occupied in every voluptuous excess the hours papa had to attend

to the extensive and rich parish of which he was the rector. I must tell the

rest in her own words; she said—

"Continued immunity in our excesses led to excessive in-cautiousness,

and caused the discovery of our intrigue by my father, who appeared

shocked and distressed at the discovery, but he was quickly reconciled,

as it ended in his having the youth himself, and his introduction into our

incestuous orgies, in which he both fucked and was fucked by my father

when not giving me the exquisite delight of having both together. And for

five or six years I had but these two charming satisfiers of my lust.

"At this period a beautiful youth of fourteen, the son of a younger brother

of my father, and, consequently, my first cousin, came to live with us. He

was an orphan, left by his mother under the guardianship of my father. I

was some three years his senior and he took to me as an elder sister, was

very loving in that character only, and used to embrace and kiss me most

affectionately. I, for my own part, soon began to have other feelings.

"On his first arrival, in grief at the loss of his only surviving parent, he

feared to go to bed alone, so I used to accompany him, and help to

undress him. He was all innocence, his mother, up to her recent death,

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