once if she would submit to the punishment he intended to inflict upon her. The countess assented to this.
— Then, said the count, I condemn you to take your son's long, large, throbbing cock in your old lascivious cunt, while that gallant accomplice of yours engulfs his weapon in my bumhole.
The old lady instantly tucked up her clothes and presented her belly and mount covered with long grey hair to her son's inspecting eyes; the coachman licked his lips and unbuttoned his trousers. The count turned to him and asked to see his prick. But alas! the previous exertions had been too much for the poor fellow, his member hang limp and flaccid between his thighs.
— Come here, my chap, and let us see, what is to be had out of you. Aha! The little rogue is lazy, is he? But I shall teach him manners. I. He does not mean to obey, eh? Get up I quick, if you please! and whipping him severely with his horse whip, the count continued to encourage him with bawdy outcries. The old countess took hold of his prick and tickled his bulls in great excitement. One violent blow after another fell on the fellow's trembling bottom. The count flogged faster and faster, harder and harder. The coachman bounded at each blow, screaming it was too much and too hard, but the count was merciless. Gradually the criminal instrument raised its head and got stiff and hard. The count continued the flogging for another minute and then threw away his horse whip. He pushed his mother down on a couch and thrust his prick in and out her juicy cunt. The old lady being tall and meager, did not tempt him in any particular degree, but the thought of committing incest gave a singular charm to the action and animated his senses exceedingly. The coachman lubrificated his prick amply with saliva and shoved it into the bumhole before him. They spent all together, but it was impossible to get a second bout out of the coachman. They rose and on the count's orders changed positions. The countess had to take the whole of the coachman's flabby member into her mouth and suck it dry while he sodomized her with two or three fingers. When they had taken up their posture the count drove his still rampant member into the servant's rear entrance and working on for a good while, thus enjoyed in another voluptuous fuck.
The old countess was, however, fast verging into a second childhood and her son thought it dangerous to let her indulge in fornication with the coachman; he made her reside, not at the dowager mansion, but at his own house and it was only when she became too agitated that he «racked her off», which always had the desired effect upon her nerves. The coachman became of great use to the count, not only that he from time to time enjoyed his prick in his bumhole-what he was very fond of-but when a little later on the pretty abigail of the young countess got with child by the count, he married her to Paddy. They got their own house at a little distance from the castle and it was to their dwelling, that the count betook himself for a threehanded bout. They had several children of whom in would have been difficult to indicate the father; the coachman, however, recognized them as his, but the count paid an alimentary allowance for each child.
But to return to my story. About a fortnight after the count's return my flowers declared themselves. The count, with the foresight of an experienced man had asked when I expected this tedious period and had made his reprisals. At about the some time a young lady, Debora S. came for a visit to the castle. She was the faster daughter of one of the count's gamekeepers and a friend of the lady-manager.
My monthly courses were over, and I was longing exceedingly for his dear Priapus and fascinating caresses; the desire became so ardent that it prevented me from sleeping. I tried to imitate his hand-play and thus fell back upon solitary amusements. This made me sleep to profoundly, that one night I did not awake till I felt the count's body on me. We had a most charming prolonged fuck and be made me spend at least eight times to his one. Leaving his prick jerking in its «prison» and folding me tenderly in his arms, he told me what had kept him away for so long. Debora was at present his acknowledged fellow-wife. He did not like her to know of his visits to me till a confession from her made him suggest a splendid love-intrigue.
Debora had a sister who had had the good fortune of marrying the owner of a large estate on the eastern banks of the Rhone. Debora had visited this sister lately and one night is had happened, that her brother-in-law could not sleep-or feigned to be unable to sleep.-He suffered very much, he said, and could only suggest one remedy, which could help him: it was, if his wife would get her younger sister to lie with them. His wife- good, kind creature-, consented and went to fetch her sister. Lying between the two women he had begun to feel their respective cunts and had finished by fucking Debora, while gamahuching his wife. Pressed very hard she had been obliged to confess too, that it was not the first time her brother-in-law had had her; and it was on this the count formed the first part of his scheme.
He had told Debora to betake herself to his room on the following evening. She had to undress and go to bed as if she were in her own apartment. A little later he would come upstairs.
I had to undress in my own room and to join the count, as he entered his bedroom.
If Debora made any objections on seeing me, he would tell her, that he had taken to my young charms to revenge himself for her unfaithfulness, which he had known of for a long time; her bother-in-law being his intimate friend had told him every thing.
His prick was still my cunt when he had finished developing his scheme; it very quickly got to full stand and we had most delicious fuck before parting.
The next evening every thing was carried out as planned. The count took me to his room, when Debora was already in bed. After a somewhat moved introductory scene, we got a splendid night. Debora was at first jealous and rather afraid of being dethroned in a pecuniary point of view, but the count very soon recomforted her, and we became excellent friends.
— Look, said the count, raising my long nightgown in front, look what a sweet little cunt, I am sure you can't resist to apply your lips to it.
He had drawn me to the bed saying so and Debora then pulled me down on her knees and pressed her mouth to my quim. She soon got her tongue inside the lips and licked me so skilfully, that I spent in a minute.
To stand a calm spectator of so much voluptuousness was beyond the power of our lascivious count. His pego had got terribly excited. Drawing aside his night-shirt, he said:
— My dear Debora, I am sure you are longing to see my long cock in this delicious fresh cunt, so let me sacrifice at once to its juicy charms. Lay down under her and offer up your sweet goldenhaired mount to her skilful manipulations. She will gamahuche you with art and you can suck her clitoris in return and at the same time see my long, thick prick close above your eyes, stretching her tight little cunt and working in and out vigorously. You may tickle my balls and act postilion to my bumhole too, if you like.
We both approved of his proposal, so arranging our relative positions, we ran a course of the most luxurious and salacious enjoyment imaginable.
I was wild with lust. I wanted to see the count in Debora's most beautiful, vermilion slit, its pouting lips surrounded by a profusion of thick golden curls. But the count replied smiling, that he was lazy, however Debora, he knew, was quite able to help herself, if she chose to do so.
The were lying beside one another on the bed and according to my wish had stripped off their night-dresses. Debora passed her fingers gently over his prick, which had the instant effect of raising it into the fullest vigour. She had a special art in doing so; she seemed scarcely to touch it but drew her fingers along its length from foot to head, with a delicacy of touch, I never have been able to equal.
As soon as her magic touch had brought him up to bursting point, she threw a leg over him, and raising he body guided his prick to the wanton lips of her exquisite cunt which were longing for him. She sunk slowly down on his stiff shaft till their hair was crushed beneath her weight and nothing more could be engulfed. She winced with delight and grinned in a peculiar way to him, has a first stream of her boiling spunk inundated his delighted weapon.
I was standing beside the bed to have a full view of the libidous act; the sight was too much for me; I felt a singular thrilling in my cunt, pressed my thighs together and put my hand over it to make the funny sensation stop; but I was not quick enough, a torrent of Love's liquor spouted down my thighs wetting my hand, legs and feet with a creamy, slimy liquid. I never knew I had such a well-spring in my cunt and was so frightened, that I quite forget the couple on the bed. I took a towel, wiped up the carpet and dried my legs, buttocks and quim. I then returned to the count and Debora.
The latter again rose, until the edge of his nut showed itself at the mouth of her cunt and then, as slowly, sheathed it again. She continued this exquisite movement for some time to their evident, mutual enjoyment and then fell down on his belly telling him to pass his arm round her bottom and finger her buttocks and bumhole. She
