his attack on my maidenhead. He had got in about a third of his weapon, when I felt a cutting pain occasioned by his monster of a prick pushing against some obstacle. I cried out begging him to stop. Oh, stop.
— Oh, what are you doing? You hurt me!
But he took no notice of my words. Putting his hand on my lips to suffocate my screams, he plunged forward, rushing at the obstruction with such a vehemency, that I cried out loudly.
— No, you must not, you hurt me. Oh, what are you doing?
He thrust in more slowly to alleviate my passions, I suppose, and also to prevent himself from spending too quickly. This excited me again. I widened my thighs and heaved up my bottom, wriggling my body in all directions. Then he abruptly thrust forward and with a slight effort broke through the obstacle. The pain was intense.
— It was your hymen that burst, he said. It will be nothing but nice now.
He shoved on incessantly, engulfing his prick to the hilt in the enforced entrance, which it filled and stretched very much. I felt no more pain, only the most intoxicating pleasure. When the supreme moment came and I, for the first time in my life, felt the essence of life inundate my entrails I died away in all the agony of a final rapture. The count lay as a corpse on my body for a long while but I did not even feel his weight. At length he kissed me endearingly, told me, I had the most charming little cunt he ever met with, and began pulling out his still stiff and throbbing member from my foaming cunt. He had got out about half of it when he suddenly thrust in again and began some violent in and out movements.
— Oh no, Your tight little notch is too sweet. My enchanted cock can't leave its prison. It would like to be engulfed between your rosy lips for ever. Only I must fuck you till the sperm-oh-sperm-flo-flows again.
After this bout the count drew out his instrument and gliding to the foot of the bed, uncovered my belly, thighs and legs. He stooped down, kissed my mount, licked the spunk from my open cunt, sucked my clitoris, till I was half mad with voluptuousness. He raised my leg, kissing every spot on my thighs and buttocks, he thrust his tongue into my cunt drinking his own sperm, mixed with a fresh stream of love from my vagina. This come evidently unexpectedly and seemed to intoxicate him to the utmost. He stripped of my nightgown and devoured my whole body with his Kisses and tonguings declaring all the time, that my cunt was the most charming miss he ever met with.
— I must have one of those charming little curls, I'll put in into gold locket and wear it at my watchchain; it must be all wet and sticky with your spendings in order that the adam of your cunt may be attached to it for ever. What a good fortune that the blind God of Destiny sent you into my arms. Oh darling, never woman gave man more pleasure than you give me. But yield yourself entirely to me! Give me the other entrance too! Oh, sweetheart, I adore the effluvia of your body!
He kissed my navel and cunt again and tried to turn my body; but I opposed resistance to his efforts and lifted up his shift to take a view of the vigorous aggressor of my maidenhead. It was an enormous member, beautiful, rose coloured, large, long and hard as iron in spite of is double discharge.
— Oh that's what you want is it? Look is it not pretty? And big too; I wonder if you can find another prick to match it in the whole county.
Saying so he shook the dear creature deliberately and stripping to the skin threw himself upon me. In a sort of bashfulness. I had turned half round and with one vigorous pull of his hand he made himself master of my fundament and began to caress my full, white bottom. Having manipulated it for some time he stooped down and licked it all over, thrusting his nose into the furrow and his tongue into the orifice, wetting it amply with his saliva. He made me pull my knees under my belly, my buttocks protruding in all their might, then he pushed his prick into my juicy cunt, all deluged with spunk, worked in and out for a minute and then slipped it easily-enough into the rear entrance. He commenced his magic movements to and fro, he slipped his hand round in front and frigged my cunt with on hand, while he felt my breasts and armpits with the other. I was quite beside myself with excitement and never ceased spending. The spunk gushed in torrents down my thighs. The count spent twice without withdrawing, the second time in such a ferocity of lust, that he made me cry out with delight and I actually fainted away under his relaxing body. He rose and nursed me kindly till I reopened my eyes and then retired.
My limbs were heavy as lead, my head was tingling and my cunt and bumhole seemed still stretched by his enormous prick. I shut my eyes again and before the count had left the room, was lost in the kingdom of sleep.
CHAPTER VII
For about a fortnight the count came every night to my room and we passed the greater part of the night in one another's arms. My passions were aroused and I abandoned myself entirely to him with the heedlessness and violence of a lascivious, vigorous healthy girl of sixteen. We had become excellent friends. He taught me every possible way of enjoying a copulation and gave me several useful hints as to the preambles of other love intrigues if I should feel inclined to bring one about now or in the future.
He had for private escutcheon a cock, raising one of his legs; under it was written his device:
By and by, between our different bouts, he gave me an exciting account of his intrigues under his own roof.
The gentleman's housekeeper was fucked every morning at half past eight in his «office», which explains his reserve during our first encounters, when he, for fear of frightening me, made me spend without trying to satisfy his own senses. I had scarcely left the room before the housekeeper entered «to receive his orders for the day» and she had the pleasure of receiving either in her cunt or in her bumhole the essence of life, accumulated in abundance in his testicles during his exciting fumblings of my youthful person.
In the afternoon it was the turn of the servant's housekeeper; she was a splendid woman, according to the count's statement, lascivious for two, with large swelling breasts, a small waist and immense hips. It was the biggest and finest backside one could imagine and the eyes of all the man servants (and of eventual gentleman- guests too, I dare say) followed her admiringly, when she, but covered by a thin calico skirt, promenaded it in the courtyard. She was living in a separate part of the old castle and received the count's visit in the afternoon, when every body else took his post-prandial nap.
Though it was but on some future occasion, that I learned, what follows, I may as well relate the incident here.
One evening on entering his mother's room unexpectedly, the count found her stooping forward, leaning her elbows on a table in the middle of the room. Her clothes were all tucked over her head and she exhibited her-old lascivious arse in all its nudity. Her coachman, a stout Irishman, with long reddish wiskers had his prick engulfed to the hilt in her cunt. They were evidently in the agony of a final rapture and did not at all hear the count enter. He contemplated the scene in silence. The coachman was pressing the old woman's buttocks together, squeezing his prick well between them. His movements became quicker and quicker, he worked on furiously till he at length spouted his liquor into her thirsty womb.
— It's good, Paddy, said the countess. But you were rather long at it the last time, old boy!
— I wonder, how long! said the count from where he stood at the door.
At the sound of this unexpected voice the old lady jumped up and by her brisk movement unsheathed the coachman, who bashfully retired to a corner, where he buttoned himself up. The old countess tried to make the best of it by attacking her son, for intruding uninvited into he room. The count defended himself skilfully and finished by saying he found the door open.
— The door open? No, the door was locked. Paddy, was not the door locked, please?
— Paddy stroke his beard and replied in an evasive manner, that he did not know.
— Do not know, indeed! Did you lock it or not, I ask?
Paddy thought he might have forgotten to lock the door.
But now the count interfered. A report was current in the county, that his mother was cracked, and, indeed, he thought report was right, when he saw an old woman of seventy rutting for young men. He threatened to shut her up in a madhouse and to drive her paramour out of the castle with his long whip. The coachman became evidently uneasy and the young lady seemed on the point of getting a hysterical fit. Then the count approached his mother, looked hard at her and whipping his boots said in a slow voice, that he would connive at her conduct this
