Count Alexis

CHAPTER FIVE

"Three years ago, and about eighteen months before my trip to Algiers, I was on my estate, a few miles from Moscow. The winter was very severe and I went to the city as seldom as possible, even when it was a question of sensual satisfaction. Aside from one or two large landowners like myself, I saw no one, and spent the time looking after my servants, hunting wolves and reading a few erotic books, which were not calculated to calm my passions.

"I soon noticed the daughter of one of my farmers, a handsome girl, and the only one who appeared to be modest among all the girls and women with whom I was thrown in contact night and day.

"It was a rare thing to see her smile, but when she did, she showed beautiful teeth, and two dimples would make two deep holes in her rosy cheeks.

"She had luxuriant hair, as black as jet, which she wore in a braid that hung far below her waist; the short dress, which came just below her knees, displayed two handsome legs, round and firm, while her large black eyes were shaded by heavy lashes. She was beautiful, very beautiful, and just fifteen.

"As she was extremely modest, I did not know how to make propositions to her which many of the others would have quickly accepted. Several times I tried to enter into conversation with her. I questioned her first about her parents in a careless, indifferent manner, then I laughingly asked her if she had a betrothed. She looked at me quietly, surprised perhaps at such a question, but she did not answer.

"For a whole month I remained in this embarrassing position.

Sometimes I would wake up at night after dreaming that I had her in bed with me, that I had fully possessed her, and I would turn over and find myself alone with my prick at full stand. I would then make up my mind to fly from the spot that very day or force her to surrender, but the day would pass just as the preceding one and nothing came of it.

"Sometimes I surprised her looking at me, but the look was so frank, so innocent, that I did not dare to speak.

"I do not know how or why, but her mother perceived what was going on, and coming to me with tears in her eyes, told me the farm did not produce enough to support the family. Praising her modest daughter, she begged me to take her into my service. I was delighted with the proposition but was careful not to show it, and dismissed the woman without making any promises.

"A few days later I had a visit from the father and finally I consented to take the young girl.

"One day, a theft having been committed in the house, all the accusations fell upon the young girl and I had her summoned before me in order to question her myself.

"She scarcely deigned to defend herself. She had not stolen anything and suspected no one of the deed. This was all she would say. At the head of the female department of the household I had a dragon of a woman who was extremely strict and whose devotion to me was, without question, devout. She advised me to have the girl whipped to make her confess the crime. I was obliged to consent and ordered the whipping to be administered in my presence.

"The girl looked on calmly while the preparations were made for the torture, but what amazed me was to see her quietly undress herself, throwing to the floor one by one her articles of clothing until she was naked to the waist.

"Her back was turned to me. Ah, when the woman struck her on the back with the strap, I almost cried out, and ordered her to stop and retire.

"I got up, took the young girl in my arms and gently drew her on my knees as I tried to reassure her-it was only then that she burst into tears. I tried to draw her hands away from her face, which she had hidden in them; I wanted to see her bewitching eyes bathed in tears.

"She was so beautiful thus that I lost my head, threw her brutally on the sofa and rushed upon her like a hungry wolf.

"I kissed her tiny bosoms furiously. They were firm as marble. I stuck my head under her skirts and there was the peculiar perfume of a clean woman which made me delirious with lubric passion.

"Like an animal, I squeezed the firm, rosy lips of her hidden parts and rubbed my face against them. I was intoxicated by the delicious odour.

I stuck my tongue between the lips of her little pussy. I drew out and licked it like an amorous animal, for I too, was an animal then in my sensuous desire.

"Suddenly surprised at not feeling her move, I disengaged my head from her skirts and was not a little bewildered to find her sobbing as though her heart would break.

"I took both her hands in mine and placed my fiery lips upon hers. The tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped one by one on my breast.

Her mouth seemed insensible to my caresses.

"Finally calmed by the sight of so much grief, I suddenly awoke as from some horrible nightmare, picked up her clothing and covered her nakedness. This seemed to calm her somewhat and when my paroxysm was over I got her to talk.

"She swore on the image of the Holy Virgin that she was innocent and she gently reproached me for my conduct. It had hurt her so much that she began sobbing again.

"I was ashamed of myself and begged her pardon. I felt vile, degraded before this pure young girl and promised not to annoy her any more.

After talking about half an hour, I sent her back, consoled now, to her occupation, and told the other servants that I was convinced of her innocence and would not allow anyone to be wanting in respect to her.

"I was not myself for several days after this incident. I dreaded to meet the young girl and took a thousand precautions to avoid her, and yet I was happy in knowing that she was in the house.

"Naturally, we often came in contact and she met me with the same beautiful smile. I felt the passion which I had for her growing stronger and stronger and it was then that I determined to leave Moscow and go to St. Petersburg.

"I attended all the society balls, and one night as I was helping the Viscountess Xenia on with her furs, she invited me to accompany her home. I sent away my sleigh and slipped into hers.

"Leaning against each other during the ride, I responded to the coquetries of the beautiful woman as best I could; When we arrived at the house, she invited me to come in, which I did with pleasure, not suspecting for a moment that I was to possess that very night the most sought after woman in St. Petersburg.

"I was shown into an immense, well-lighted parlour and requested to wait a few moments. I stretched myself in an armchair and was thinking of nothing in particular, when a servant informed me that he had been ordered to take me to Madame's apartments. I followed him and we soon reached a sort of boudoir, hung in white satin, with sofas and chairs to match, and a huge mirror.

"Words cannot describe the comfort and elegance of the room. The mistress of the house soon entered, wrapped in a black silk dressing gown without any trimming; the garment became her complexion admirably. She invited me to sit down on the sofa beside her. She wore little golden yellow slippers, with black silk stockings, embroidered with yellow and was tapping the floor with her tiny feet, and continuing the coquetry begun in the sleigh.

"'They tell me many curious things about you, Count'… she began.

"'What do they say, Madame?' "'Oh, they say that you are a fast man, for one thing.' "'Where is the man who has not had that said of him?' "'True, but there are some little scandals here and there. In Vienna, Paris, etc., with ladies of good society.' "'It is proof then, Madame, that I have succeeded in finding favour everywhere except in St. Petersburg. As yet I have not had that good fortune here.' "'You are so seldom here,' she said, pouting.

"'It rests with you alone, whether I stay or not!' I whispered, taking her hand.

"'Really, sir?' she responded with a look that was a challenge.

"I seized her round the waist and tried to kiss her and during the struggle somehow or other, the dressing gown suddenly became unfastened and flew open from top to bottom, displaying her goddesslike form entirely naked.

"It was only an apparition, however, as she rushed out of the door and closed it after her. Then she made me the most delightful promises if I would undress and put on the costume she would hand me through the door.

"I had long been accustomed to any proposition, however strange it might be, so I took care not to refuse. I waited, and in a few moments, the door was slightly opened and a lot of clothing fell at my feet.

"At first I had some trouble in making out what I had picked up from the floor, but at last I found that it was a very pretty wrapper, handsomely trimmed with red lace, and a pair of woman's drawers and stockings long enough to reach to my thighs.

"'Are you ready?' asked the Countess impatiently.

"'Not yet, Madame, but I will be presently,' I replied.

"I had got into the drawers and stockings when she entered quickly. I thought it was a saucy little boy who stood before me and the sudden erection of my member betrayed the emotion produced upon me by the lascivious costume of the charmer.

"She had on black velvet breeches fitting her superb figure tightly, little socks reached just above the ankles and her tiny feet were encased in black velvet slippers. The upper part of her body was clothed in a fine shirt, puffed round the waist, a short jacket reaching to the middle of her back, while a broad lace collar covered her shoulders. Added to that, were blonde curls falling in ringlets around her neck.

"I rushed forward to seize her, wishing to add the sensual pleasure of touch to that of looking at her but she stopped me with an angry gesture and offered to assist me in getting into the wrapper. She passed her hands several times over my cock on purpose and I took those occasions to steal a kiss 'on the fly.' I was soon dressed and she commanded me to sit down in an armchair and listen to her with undivided attention.

"'You are going to have a very bad opinion of me, Count, but if I have determined to indulge in this caprice, it is because I have heard your discretion praised as much as your gallant adventures, and I feel very certain that you will banish this evening's experience from your memory entirely.'

"'I will forget it for everyone else, but I can never forget it for you, Madame,' I replied.

"'That is quite sufficient, sir, and now let us abandon ourselves entirely to pleasure… come!' "She now dragged me along a little passage which led to a chamber below. I will not attempt to describe the luxury of this room. She disappeared in a secret closet and brought out an enormous dildo. I was then obliged to play the lady and she made all the advances and caressed me in every possible manner. She slipped her hand under my wrapper and petted my bottom; she kissed me, but would not allow me to touch her. However, she told me to whip her if she behaved badly and as her big bottom was very tempting in her velvet trousers, I contented myself with giving her slaps on top of her trousers to begin with.

"Her manners became worse and worse, however, so that at last I threw her across my knees, hastily unbuttoned her trousers and gave her a great whipping. Her beautiful buttocks were so fat that in passing my hand over them, near the thighs, the whole compactness moved into a solid block but she held her legs so tightly closed that it was impossible to take the liberty of touching all the beauties which were in that near vicinity.

"After a goodly number of well applied smacks, the beautiful bottom became quite red, and no doubt considering that to be sufficient, she ran away, but her face expressed more passion than before, and returning to me, she raised my wrapper to my waist and fingered my cock for a moment.

"Then laying her head on the edge of the bed, she gave me a cat-like invitation by presenting her handsome behind to me. I rubbed my now thoroughly stiffened member between the beautiful cheeks of her bottom. Then she seized my hand, but would not allow me to put it anywhere near her secret parts.

"'Not yet,' she said, 'be patient,' and she rubbed her backside against my appendage. A moment later she let my hand go so as to pass her hands slyly under my balls.

"She finally used her handsome behind so well, that I spent at the moment she was fingering me 'a little all over,' as she called it, to accelerate the matter. Then, turning round, she saw my instrument hanging down. She gave me a malicious look and going after the big dildo, she tied it round my waist. She then used a little ointment on it, and presenting to me her superb doorway, whose proportions I was obliged to admire, asked me to introduce the big thing into it.

"I thought that would be impossible, but she wriggled and pressed against me until she got it almost all the way in. This performance took place on the edge of the bed; she unbuttoned her waist and I could see her alabaster bosoms, white, firm, well developed and nicely separated. I gently rubbed her handsome slit with the enormous tool and she seemed absolutely delirious with pleasure.

"'Open the valve when I tell you,' she murmured, as she continued to play upon it. She had with a sudden movement wound her legs around my waist and seemed to wish to push the dildo up to the handle.

"I never saw so much passion in my life. With her eyes half closed, she seemed to be lost in another world. I stooped over her, squeezed her bosoms which appeared to excite her still more, and finally, as if in agony, she cried out:

"'Let the valve go-let it go!' "I did so, and a copious flow of tepid fluid inundated her handsome cunt. She was still slowly heaving and enjoying this internal 'coit' as I continued the frigging movements with the enormous dildo. Little by little she became more excited and it seemed to me that my pizzle attained the proportions of the big dildo itself. I then slowly untied it and making believe it had slipped out by accident, I introduced my instrument into her loins.

"Her cunt was large but full of voluptuousness and as I shoved my wedge in, I kissed her delicious bosoms, her neck, her belly and then her lascivious mouth.

"She sustained this second assault admirably well and it lasted long.

When she cried out again to let the valve go, I was on hand with a new supply of sperm which appeared to satisfy her.

"She remained unconscious for a few moments, then got up, her face crimson, and her body exhausted. I advised sleep and she answered with a smile that indeed she thought she needed it.

"I dressed myself and took leave of the beautiful Countess after taking a voluptuous kiss from her moist coral lips.

"She offered me her sleigh for my return but as my house was not very far off, I preferred to walk there.

"Two days after this I was awakened by a terrible noise at the door of my room. My servant answered the bell and returned to say that a young girl had introduced herself into the house and refused to leave without speaking to me. I ordered that she come down and to my astonishment, I saw, once more, my little servant girl.

"She looked like a beggar and her garments were in shreds. She finally told me that after my departure she had been so unhappy that she determined to follow me. A little money allowed her to travel in a sleigh part of the way, then her purse being empty, she was obliged to walk the rest of the journey.

"The tortures of all kinds she must have suffered gave me an idea of the strength of her will. The poor little thing acknowledged that she loved me and that she would surely kill herself if I abandoned her. I felt an emotion which was entirely new to me. It was impossible to place her with the other servants and the only thing I could do was to persuade her to go to France with me, where I could put her in a school for a few years.

"Three years have elapsed now and I have had occasion to appreciate the progress which my protege has made in every possible way, in learning and in accomplishments of all kinds.

"When my thoughts turn to her it is like balm to my heart. However, she could not remain in school any longer. The Superintendent wrote me lately that she had nothing more to teach her and a few days ago I gave orders to have her brought here, where she is at present.

"I have had two interviews with Wanda- that is the name I have given her-and her love for me is so intense that I dread to see her.

When I propose to find a husband for her, she goes into hysterics and I had to promise to make no more allusions to her marriage.

"Such is my position, M. Dormeuil, what would you do in my place?"

"I really cannot say, my dear Count. It is most embarrassing. You cannot marry her and you do not wish to make her your mistress."

He seemed for a time lost in a profound reverie and did not reply for a few moments.

"She wishes to see me this evening and I am afraid I may weaken," he said at last. "Let me conduct you, dear friend, to a closet, near her room and if passion should get the best of me, come to my assistance, I pray you."

The greater part of the evening was already spent and we had to hasten our visit to Wanda before she should retire. The Count preceded me and made me enter a closet next to the room, at the door of which he knocked.

"Who is there?" called a fresh young voice.

"It is I, Alexis."

"Ah, at last," she cried, and I heard her run to the door. "How glad I am to see you, I feared you would forget my request."

"You see, do you not, that I have not forgotten it, since I am here."

There was a little hole in the door of my hiding place which seemed to have been made on purpose. I peeped through it and saw her on her knees before him. She implored him to keep her with him; she would be his slave.

She is as handsome as the Count has described her, but taller and more distinguished looking in her white wrapper. As she holds his hands and kisses his face, her expression denotes sincere love. She pulls him towards a large armchair and innocently sits on his knees, as she would have done with her father when a child; while with all the grace imaginable, she tries to extract a promise from him that he will not leave her.

It was too much for my Russian friend to withstand and naturally he seized her head and covered her face with kisses. They are entwined in each other's arms. Their bodies are like one. It would have seemed a crime to me to disturb them, notwithstanding the request made by the Count.

How she twists herself like a snake; now they have fallen pell-mell on a beautiful white bearskin on the floor, and he passes one leg between her naked thighs, and she, following her natural instinct, rubs herself against him.

I could not blame him. As I looked at them, I felt my own prick stiffen up like a poker. When he placed his instrument between her beautiful thighs, I thought he only did his duty, for she was breathlessly wishing for it.

The jerks of the young girl's body became less marked, and all at once she gave a cry of pain! It was only transitory, however, for she entwined herself round the Count more closely than ever. She literally covered his face with kisses and laughed and cried in the same breath.

It is impossible for me see her body with the exception of her thighs which escape her drawers, but that is enough to convince me of the beauty of the rest.

She must have spent several times, although she does not wish to let him go. She has turned over on her side and shows me her back. Her drawers are slightly open and as she pushes with her bottom, I can see her crack with the Count's lance-like prick imbedded in it.

Her backside must be enormous, for it almost splits the delicate envelope that confines it.

The Count has just spent but she still remains sticking to him and does not allow her mouth to leave his for an instant.

I judged that the amorous combat was at an end and in order not to receive any reproaches from the Count, I pretended to be asleep.

When he shook me, I begged his pardon for having fallen asleep. He excused me politely and conducted me back to his room without saying a word about Wanda. The next morning the Count came to wake me himself and had been thoughtful enough to have my breakfast brought to me in bed.

I rose and he conducted me to his bath. We talked of a thousand and one things and his conversation was very animated; he seemed much happier and livelier than was his wont.

"Come," said he, "I am going to show you my library."

He led the way to a room whose style was most severe, but where all the erotic works of French, English and Spanish authors were arranged on shelves.

While I admired the handsome collection, the Count pressed a spring and a little drawer flew open which contained some volumes carefully wrapped in silk. He took them from their hiding place with the greatest care and handed them to me one by one. I read their titles:

A Youthful Adventurer

The Comtessa Marga

The Perfumed Garden

Venus in India

Adventures of Lais Lovecock

A Spanish Gallant

Memories of a Voluptuary and numerous other works of a similar character.

The British Museum contains some of these works, which are not only very rare but also masterpieces of erotic-literature.

The collector who could obtain any of them would be fortunate and find their perusal most entertaining. They rank high in their line, and will make many a one stand.

"I must absent myself for some hours," he continued, "but you can spend your time here pleasantly and read anything you like."

As soon as he left, I began to read the rarest of these works. The rest were already known to me, at least those in English and French. The Horn Book is a remarkable work and also The Open Chamber.

When he returned it seemed to me as if he had only been gone a few moments, so much was I interested in my reading. He announced that he had prepared everything for an agreeable evening, but he would not tell me anything more. He expressed his regrets at not being able to spend the rest of the day with me and added that he had to go out and make a few calls.

I had forgotten Paris, Madame Benoit, Madame Cuchond and the rest!

I must go too, or they would send out a general alarm. The Count held me back, smiling, and assured me that everything would be all right, as he would go himself to see Madame Benoit and the others and explain everything.

I preferred it so and agreed to remain. I resumed my erotic reading which caused the remainder of the day to pass very quickly. When five o'clock struck and it began to get dark, I had devoured a large part of the contents of the secret drawer.

The Count returned a little before six o'clock and soon we partook of an excellent supper.

After supper-we took our supper in the parlour-I perceived that my friend was in the best of humours. He had been to Madame X-, had seen Pauline, Clemence, the Abbe, and a few others. They did not know what to think of my absence; he had given them some kind of an explanation and they were convinced that I had gone on a hunting expedition some miles away.

The parlour, I now perceived, had been robbed of its furniture, and there was an open space in the middle of the room. The Count invited me to be seated on a sort of ottoman, low but delightfully comfortable, while he on another, just opposite to mine.

The atmosphere is perfumed, while the light is so arranged as to be of every imaginable colour. I feel that my friend is reserving a surprise for me. What can it be?

In answer to his call, Ivan, his faithful servant, brings in two Turkish pipes with their long stems. I would have preferred a good cigar, but for the novelty of the thing I accept the pipe.

We are sitting quietly, when the curtain over the door moves and a woman or girl with a musical instrument enters the room. I say woman or girl, for she is so wrapped up that I cannot see her face. The Count smokes on without manifesting either surprise or curiosity, and I do the same.

The woman begins the entertainment, and sits down on a cushion and commences to play a lazy, monotonous 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 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.