"'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."