her cunt open with its large end. Her great round arse rises and falls like a voluptuous machine, as she pushes it up to the hilt.
Her buttocks rebound faster and faster, and finally she throws herself upon her back and reaches the last great paroxysm of enjoyment by gently rubbing with her cunt, as she squeezes the dildo between her powerful thighs, which seem to be made of stone.
Thus, almost nude as she was, she resembled an antique statue and as she displayed her magnificent treasures, my prick fairly ached to take the place of the dildo which she was moving gently in her palpitating organ.
A slight sign from the Count aroused her and she retired slowly, her enormous arse, between whose cheeks I would willingly have disported myself, shaking as she walked away.
CHAPTER SIX
The Count suddenly began laughing; I felt the same desire, gradually creeping over me. I laughed and keep on laughing, unable to stop.
Lights seem to flash before my eyes, but I imagine some one is tying me; a bright light approaches me suddenly. I am in a delightful garden. It is immense-it seems to be a conservatory.
Delicious music is heard, first in the distance, then nearer. The scene changes like a flash. I am now in a room all hung in black; the music changes, a lovely woman enters and undresses herself. The scene is familiar to me. I have seen it somewhere. I finally recognize it as a scene in the passage of a book entitled The Exposition, which I have been reading. After having enjoyed reading it, I have the pleasure of seeing it. Then all is dark again, until another flash of light illuminates the next scene.
Two brigands have seized a magnificent woman; she begs for mercy and offers them money but I can see in their eyes that they will only be satisfied by assaulting the beauty. One of them is a strapping big fellow, but handsome withal; he cuts the laces of her bodice with a single stroke and begins to feel her bosoms. She struggles vainly, and the other man raises her skirts and lays bare a glorious bottom; she turns and twists in every direction and to punish her, he unbuckles his leather belt and lathers her handsome arse furiously.
The poor woman weeps, but instead of appeasing him, her screams seem to excite him all the more. The other robber after feeling her bosoms, finally draws them out and admires them, and taking an enormous prick out of his trousers, rubs it gently between her snowwhite legs.
At last she quiets down and her struggles cease. The second robber leaves off whipping her and he, too, draws out his prick and placing it first in her arse, at last presents it at the entrance of her handsome portico.
The beauty again resists, but two or three slaps bring her to reason, and she allows him to introduce the haughty head of his prick between the shuddering lips of her cunt. His need must have been great, for he had scarcely given two or three shoves before he spends.
At this, the other robber raises her skirts and putting her in the desired position, enters also by the front. The poor traveller overwhelmed them both with insults and renewed her struggles, but now the tall fellow inserted his instrument, and the more she wriggled and twisted, the more she excited him. He holds her two hands in one of his and applies his mouth to hers.
He kisses her beautiful titties and discharges at the very moment that she spits into his face. It is only after satisfying themselves five or six times apiece that they tie her to a tree, whip her again and leave her at the mercy of other brigands, or some passer-by.
Scarcely have they disappeared when a monk passes by. He crosses himself as he perceives the handsome cunt so well exposed. The woman implores him to untie her and he does so, when she relates her story to him. She is about thirty-five years old and from her story he learns that she is the Lady Superior of a convent not far distant, but she does not give its name.
She had donned a costume to preserve her identity while on a visit. The coach was stopped by two brigands, and she was made to descend.
Being the only woman in it, they ordered the driver to continue his journey and leave her with them. No one, not a single man had the courage to interfere, but allowed the robbers to drag her to the woods.
As the Abbess finished her story, her eyes assumed a strange look. The nudity which she was unable to cover was beautiful in the extreme, so dimpled and so white. The monk does not dare look at her but she looks at him and I soon perceive that this poor St. Anthony is having a rude trial to support.
With no thought but of the passion which has been awakened by the repeated assaults of the brigands, the Lady Superior suddenly throws herself on the monk, seizes his enormous prick, which would have filled her two hands, and quickly raising his robe, straddles him, planting his big tool in her burning orifice before the monk can interfere.
She does all the work, holds the instrument in one hand and supports herself with the other resting on the grass. She belabours him with her lower pouting lips in great style and at last, spends, manipulating the enormous prick much as the instrument she hides so carefully in the convent, and uses every night when going to bed.
The monk supports the attack admirably; his prick is still as stiff at the moment when the Abbess writhes in the act of spending, as at the beginning of the amorous battle. She spends, but is just warmed up to thorough lascivious-ness. She also desires to satisfy him and not knowing what to do, her slit being bruised and sore, she presents to him her big arse and allows him to satisfy himself.
He runs his long prick against her arse cheeks while the skin rises and falls on the extremity. Finally, the Lady Superior gives a movement or two of her backside and an enormous jet spurts out.
The scene changes again and I find myself upon a lawn sprinkled with flowers, amid a crowd of boys and girls at play. A young girl hides the face of a youth in her lap, while he has one hand behind his back. The other girls advance on tip-toe and with little screams of terror, they cautiously give the hand a slap and then await, blushing and breathless, for the young man to turn, and guess who gave the slap.
After watching them a moment I am satisfied that the forfeit of the one who is caught is not an ordinary one.
When it is a boy they take down his trousers and each gives him a slap, not on the hand this time, but on the naked bottom. He must catch the last one who strikes him and that person must take his or her place until someone else is caught again. It is now the turn of a mischievous little girl to have her dress turned up. She buries her face in the lap of one whose office it is to hold and hide the eyes of each one who is hit.
They raise her skirts and expose her pretty little arse, while a little lower down can be seen a little pink cunt surrounded by its auburn fringe.
Whack! Whack! and the rosy skin takes on a deeper tint. The girl rises, and scans the circle but does not guess rightly and once more they hide her head and again the pretty bottom is exposed. This continues until a tall blonde is caught.
They hide her head, unbutton her drawers, raise her chemise, and, as she is tall, her little canny is more exposed. I can perceive the rosy entrance as a mischievous little girls sticks her finger in the opening.
The blade does not move and the little girl continues to rub gently with her finger till the blonde gives unmistakable evidence that she likes it.
At this point a boy draws the girl's finger away and inserts his standing prick. The blonde perceives the difference and gives evidence of the fact by becoming more excited.
This is the signal for a general debauch such as I have never witnessed since or before. Each little mischief unbuttons a boy's trousers and sucks his little tool; she caresses it until it is stiff enough to enter her little cunt.
There are forty couples in the greatest diversity of positions. They all spend once and spend again; then, with shirts up and pricks in the air, they have a game of Ring Around the Rosy.
The girls, with one hand on their neighbour's tools, the boys with one finger in the girls' cunts, either from the front or from the back. Then things become confused and finally I see nothing more.
