air. Two other women enter the room at this juncture and their dance, monotonous at first, becomes more animated as the music becomes faster.
They turn round each other in the middle of the room and all at once appear to me as if enveloped in a coil of tulle. Sure enough, they have loosened their muslin robes and as they dance, they unwind them. I can distinctly see their legs through their thin single skirt. The dance becomes more and more exciting; the two girls soon become entwined in each other's arms and seem intoxicated.
Suddenly they tear off their veils and I can see their forms which are admirably moulded. Both are brunettes and apparently sixteen or seventeen years of age. They each wear a small jacket, open in front from the middle of the body to the cunt, while a many-coloured belt, encircles their waists. Besides this, the only garment for each is a gauze skirt.
They must, however, have something else for an undergarment, for it is impossible to see their flesh clearly. They embrace and, still retaining their steps, kiss each other feverishly. Each in turn passes her head beneath the other's jacket and kisses the snowy white bosom beneath.
They soon unfasten their short skirts and throw off their belts. They are bewitching in their unique costumes, a little waist reaching scarcely down to the hips and a light yellow scarf covering their bottoms and hidden places, now complete their outfits.
They continue to excite one another, and the music seems to make them frantic with passion. Hastily they snatch off their clothing and now contemplate each other in almost total nudity.
They roll on the floor like playful kittens, their fingers tickling each other's private parts, while little amorous cries escape their lips. They handle each other's bosoms and tongue their lips. The youngest seems to be the most excited and while she kisses her companion, she puts her tongue far into her mouth; her bottom moves like lightning and when her companion touches her with her fingers between her legs, she starts as though it actually burned her.
She wishes to be played with and yet seems to evade the touch. She jumps astride her friend's bottom and rubs her little cunt on her, and while she fingers her pussy, the other turns her head to receive a kiss, and the music plays on.
At last they have reached the desired degree of excitement and each now feverishly places the head of the other between her own legs, while they caress each other with rapid strokes of their tongues.
The tallest one has her back towards me, and shows me her arse with its little pink hole. Beneath her I see the tongue and lips of the youngest.
The little hole seems to open and close as the enjoyment becomes greater. The one underneath her sustains her, and her beautiful bottom looks like a split hemisphere in pink satin.
I never witnessed a more exciting scene, and my prick, as a proof of my feeling, is swollen to its utmost. The Count is still passive. The two young girls are about to spend and their bodies are quivering with passion. The beautiful behind which fascinates me, rises and falls, opens and closes with marvellous rapidity.
Suddenly they both spend and the smaller seems actually to want to eat the little cunny which she has between her teeth. She bites it in her amorous delirium.
My prick makes a movement at the very moment that the girls spend and I have just time to introduce my handkerchief into my breeches to receive the discharge.
They are still stretched upon the floor to recuperate their strength, and their beautiful bodies give a voluptuous tremor from time to time. I turn my head towards the Count and when I look for the erotic pair, they have disappeared.
My friend's eyes are a little more brilliant than usual but that is all. The servant enters with two dressing gowns and the Count invites me to lay aside my ordinary clothes, and sets the example.
'When I travelled in the East, I used to adopt the Oriental costume and now and then I like to indulge in it again. We are going to have a change of scenery,' he added as he rang the bell.
A little girl about twelve years old suddenly springs into the room, as light as a bird, her small body almost quivering with modesty in her costume-which is that of nudity.
At a sign from the Count, she approaches me and places herself on my knees. Behind her comes a little boy, somewhat older, his face as sweet and beautiful as the girl's. The Count coolly invites me to take my choice. I retain the little girl, not knowing what was expected of me.
A soft, delicious music now comes from the next room. The child takes my hand and places it between her tiny thighs. Her little aperture is hairless. It seems odd to touch those lips which are so naked. She herself places my finger in her little retreat and seems to know perfectly what she does it for. With her other hand she grasps my prick and rubs and presses it.
I feel a kind of indignation at so much vice but a look from the Count reassures me, so to speak. I pass my hand beneath the naked cunt of the little Bacchante, who begins to agitate her hand vigorously upon my prick, which she has well moistened and wishes to introduce under her Mount of Venus.
She amuses me now, I feel, as if I were playing with a doll. Her little bottom, plump and round, twists about in my hand and moving further, I am surprised to find a body quite developed. She shows me her little breasts, and gives me two little bosoms to kiss, about as large as billiard balls and nearly as firm.
Still she has not succeeded in making my enormous prick penetrate into the depths of her white belly. She soon tries to get astride of my head and thus gives me the lips of her little cunt to kiss. It is with no little pleasure that I use my tongue which seems to excite her immensely. She can scarcely press her little boudoir hard enough against me. She is not very heavy, so I pat her tiny bottom and when she thinks she is excited enough she returns to my prick, which this time she succeeds in forcing into her body.
Ah, how she wriggles! It seems as if there are a million demons or cupids all along my prick; with consummate art she tickles my tool and while I hold her on the end of it, she wriggles and commences to spend.
At that moment I take a look at the Count.
He has placed his boy in a kneeling position with his head thrown on an ottoman and has stuck his enormous prick into his behind.
The boy moves his round and dimpled backside with as much art as the most skilful grisette. He knows all the fine points and with the movements of his behind puts the Count into ecstasies of delight. I see his tremendous prick move in and out of those two rosy hills and the pretty little behind gives a shove to make it enter still further, then recedes to let it come further out, and so on.
During this time the Count fingers his little prick, which stiffens and becomes about the size of my finger. This sight, added to the efforts of my little charmer, throws me into the final spasm and as I inject a spray of sperm into the cunt of the little girl, she seems to feel the same voluptuous pleasure as I do. She kisses me and continues the movement a little longer, in order to give me the full enjoyment of it and probably to satisfy herself, then she too, disappears as she came, scarcely giving me time to see her little bottom disappear behind the curtained door.
The Count finished first. He now gave an order in Russian and Ivan entered with a tray and two glasses and a little flask containing a bright red liquid. Two little pieces of fruit, nicely cut, accompanied the liquid. I was served first and put the fruit into my mouth after seeing the Count do so.
'When you feel a little hard substance,' he said, 'swallow it without uneasiness. It is a preparation which invigorates you.'
I had just come to a sweet substance and according to instructions, swallowed it. Ivan presented me then with the glass of liquor which I drank. The liquid seemed to instil new life in me; I felt its warmth pervade my whole being. I had not before noticed a large handsome woman standing before me. She wore Turkish trousers of black silk, while between her thighs was a large mass of silky hair. She holds an enormous dildo in her hands and her bare bosoms, large, well separated, and as firm as marble spheres, seem to shiver in voluptuous anticipation.
At this moment she smiles at the Count and seats herself astride of a chair, after tying the dildo to one of her heels. She now introduces it into the lips of her cunt, while with a movement of her legs she puts it in rapid motion.
It soon appears that she enjoys this game immensely, when suddenly, not finding her legs agile enough, she unties the dildo and throwing herself on the floor, spreads her legs wide apart and shakes the enormous affair about inside of her.
In her passion she throws herself first upon her belly, then on her side, sometimes working fast, then again slowly, very slowly. Sometimes she holds it motionless and with the movement of her arse, presses it in; then again she places it upright on the floor and after letting her trousers down around her feet, she steps over it and forces
