glued her lips to his, their tongues interlaced and shot in and out of their lustful mouths. Their movements became fast and furious, till they lost themselves in all the luxury of the grand crisis. They lay entranced in erotic ecstasy and satisfied lust. I crept to their side and greedily licked up every drop of their discharge. When they recovered their senses, she lay down beside him, cuddling him most closely, chattering and prattling lovingly. I continued licking and fondling their respective private parts, till they were quite clean and then joined the conversation.
The count was discussing the means to set about a great orgie. Having arranged all with Debora we had another combinated fuck and managed to spend all together, after which we fell asleep then and there in one another's arms.
In the night I awoke once and finding it rather cold in spite of the current of heat from the warming apparatus I gently covered up my dear partners. Debora slept fast and noticed nothing, but the count woke and «in his gratitude for my kindness» as he said, poured-in the good old fashioned way- some drops of his Life's essence into my ever thirsty cunt and then feel asleep again his head on my bosom.
We awoke rather late in the morning, but having the whole upper story quite to ourselves, this did not prevent a last libidous encounter.
The count fetched an instrument in his chest of drawers, the like of which I had never seen. It was a dildoe of the most perfect sort. From a stomacher of India rubber, covered with black curly hair stood forth a perfectly shaped and painted prick with balls below, an exact model of the count's glorious stiff member. He handed it to Debora, who swiftly fastened it to her belly by silk strings around her waist and round each thigh. Thus fastened the artificial prick stood boldly forth from among the curls of the stomacher and the balls hang naturally between her thighs. She dipped the head of the prick into a jug of boiling soap and water and then declared herself ready for action.
Then she lay down on her back on the bed, from which we had removed all the blankets; a cushion was put under her arse. The count then told me to straddle over her and to impale myself on the artificial prick, as I had seen her do on his real one the previous evening. Then he spit on his prick and with some difficulty, but without great pain introduced it into my rear entrance. I enjoyed a most salacious and voluptuous fuck and spent in perfect rapture of lubricity and lust as the count cried «now» and I felt a warm liquid jetting into both entrances.
Our passions were soon reawakened and we changed our positions. Debora rid herself of the dildo which was next attached to my belly. The count lying reversed on her, his prick in her mouth, gamahuched and sucked her clitoris while he postilloned her smaller orifice with two fingers. I got upon the count's back and fucked his bumhole with my artificial member, while Debora applied a smaller, single hand one to my rear entrance. We drew out our enjoyment in the most salacious and voluptuous manner, till at length the ecstatic moment seized us all together, with such an excess of wild enjoyment, that we poured into or upon each other whole torrents of hot boiling sperm and with screams of almost agonized delight sank insensible into a confused heap of naked forms.
After this we got up and half an hour later, met in the dining room for breakfast, as if nothing had happened.
Here the Doctor interrupted Mary's tale, observing that it was half past nine o'clock and just the proper time to go to bed.
— Besides, added he, your story has been so exciting that my cock is actually bursting with lust and really can't stand it any longer.
— I must, however, tell you of our great orgie, my dear; it seems to me that I live it all over again speaking and thinking about it. If you can't wait, you might undress the child, for instance, and taking her on your knee engulf your impatient Priapus in her arsehole. At any events I shall be brief and have finished in a quarter of an hour.
— All right, said the Doctor, and next time we get together, I shall tell you some of my experiences; they are not less interesting than yours, I assure you.
— I shall be very glad to hear of them, my friend; but now for the end of my story.
The doctor, according to Mary's proposal began to undress Yvonne caressing her young from as he uncovered them, while Mary continued as follows:
— A week later everything was ready for our feast. It was full-moon and for several days running the count had taken some of the ladies for a drive after dinner; to divert their suspicion on the great day, took care not to enter again till late, it is, until every body in the house had gone to bed. Debora had returned to her home but on the fixed day draped in as if by chance in the afternoon.
After dinner the count invited her and me to go for a drive in the moonlit wood. Debora excused herself, she did not intend to stay even for dinner and must really go home now, it was late amp;c, but as agreed upon the count replied, that the would take her home and she might thus advertise her adoptive parents and return with us or stop, just as she liked. So much for our little comedy.
At about nine o'clock in the evening we set out for a small hunting seat belonging to the count and situated in the middle of a large wood just between Conpine Castle and the estate of Mr. Pole de Mont, Debora's brother-in- law.
Paddy and his wife had been sent on before to arrange everything in concert with an ornamentist from Paris, ordered for the case by the count.
The guests were Mr. Pole de Mont and his wife, a young girl from Lyon, by the name of Helene and her married sister Mrs. D… (both the count's late mistresses), Mr. de Boar, a nobleman from Paris, the last of his race condemned to live a lonely life being too proud to marry for money and last but not least the parish priest, who was the count's confident friend and reveller.
The count had done his utmost to arrange everything in a remarkable way. All windows had been blinded, in order that no glimpse of light should let the cat out of the bag and nothing betrayed, that the house was inhabited, as we approached.
He knocked three times at the door, which was opened by Paddy, who next took charge of the horses, while we entered and went upstairs to dress or rather to undress. The hall and stair case were decorated by a profusion of green pinetrees and flags. The upper story contained four small dressing rooms provided with everything necessary for a dainty lady's toilet.
The big banqueting hall on the first floor, the only real room of the house was festively decorated with rose coloured silk hangings large looking glasses and some life size portraits of lovely youths and young women in the most charming intimate attitudes. Low couches along the walls invited the guests to imitate them. An enormous wooden fire burnt at each end of the hall, which was splendidly illumined by hundred of candles.
Our guests did not keep us waiting. A few minutes later the priest and Mr. de Boar arrived on foot and almost at the same time Mr. Pole de Mont drove into the court yard, bringing his wife and the two ladies from Lyon along with him.
While the ladies arranged their toilet upstairs the gentlemen drank one another's health downstairs and when we entered the banqueting hall the feast was in full activity.
Mrs. Pole de Mont was dressed in a transparent, rose coloured drapery pretending that this was more modest-looking than Debora's and Helene's naked forms. Mrs. D… had put on a silk fleshing and pulled down her splendid chestnut hair, which covered half her body. I was longing for a dress like that of Mrs. Pole de Mont but had to appear in the attire of Mother Eve, thus being the order of my Lord and master.
Cries of admiration received us, as we entered the banqueting hall together. The gentlemen rose and advanced to meet us. They took each a lady on their knee-our stout count took Mrs. Pole de Mont on one knee and Helene on the other-and whispered seductive and bawdy words in our listening ear, while we sipped the cool champagne and crunched dainty sweetmeats.
I was sitting on the priest's left leg and caressed his enormous prick with my right hand. It was not long before he had pulled me down on the soft, low couch and got his weapon into my longing cunt. The attack of his fresh prick excited me beyond measure and with my legs and arms thrown round him I wriggled in all directions. My eagerness soon produced a rapid discharge. I should probably have gone on for a second bout it I had not been distracted by the sight of the other couples.
Mrs. D…, a fine, stout, fat woman of thirty three was lying on her back on the floor in front of one of the large looking-glasses; her temporary lover, Mr. de Boar, was straddling over her and had placed his stiff and glowing prick between her breasts. He was moving to and fro, up and down, while she pressed her bubbies together with both hands, in order to embed his enchanted cockey completely in the warm and snowy crease. She gazed with enraptured eyes at the purple head, that appeared and disappeared between her large swelling breasts. I could see by his more and more violent movements that the great crisis was coming and just had time to call the Reverend
