— I could not sleep; my head is aching so and I longed to feel your hand on my forehead. Come quickly to bed. I am going to sleep with you.
I felt rather queer at the thought of sleeping with another person and especially with a man but made no objection. I had finished my hair and lay down in bed as near as possible to the wall. The count took off his dressing gown, jumped in bed and threw his arms around me, so that I came to lie close to him in the middle of the bed.
I put my hand on his forehead as he had said, he wanted me to do but he told me to pull up his shirt and move my hand up and down his spine. I was too ignorant to do well so he lifted up my nightgown and showed me, what he meant; his hands wandered over my whole naked body, caressing my thighs, buttocks and back; tickling me under the arms, fondling my bubbies and playing with the tiny curls on my mount venus. I tried to imitate whatever he did. His body was smooth and hairless, only around his diminutive nipples were some soft long hairs, his legs and arms were on the contrary very hairy, and between his thighs was quite a wood of long, soft curls. In unconscious consciousness I avoided to touch his member. Suddenly he got between my thighs and began titillating my button with the head of his prick. This made me quite wild. I wriggled and writhed my bottom trying to get away and yet directly returned to make him continue; my agitation became more and more violent, with heave I approached my body to his and his nut buried itself between the lips of my cunt. It thrilled me through and the electric touch of his prick made me send down a most copious discharge inundating his cockey, balls and belly and my own thighs with a torrent of boiling spunk. The sheet had become quite slicky and wet. But this only facilitated his attack on my maidenhead. He had got in about a third of his weapon, when I felt a cutting pain occasioned by his monster of a prick pushing against some obstacle. I cried out begging him to stop. Oh, stop.
— Oh, what are you doing? You hurt me!
But he took no notice of my words. Putting his hand on my lips to suffocate my screams, he plunged forward, rushing at the obstruction with such a vehemency, that I cried out loudly.
— No, you must not, you hurt me. Oh, what are you doing?
He thrust in more slowly to alleviate my passions, I suppose, and also to prevent himself from spending too quickly. This excited me again. I widened my thighs and heaved up my bottom, wriggling my body in all directions. Then he abruptly thrust forward and with a slight effort broke through the obstacle. The pain was intense.
— It was your hymen that burst, he said. It will be nothing but nice now.
He shoved on incessantly, engulfing his prick to the hilt in the enforced entrance, which it filled and stretched very much. I felt no more pain, only the most intoxicating pleasure. When the supreme moment came and I, for the first time in my life, felt the essence of life inundate my entrails I died away in all the agony of a final rapture. The count lay as a corpse on my body for a long while but I did not even feel his weight. At length he kissed me endearingly, told me, I had the most charming little cunt he ever met with, and began pulling out his still stiff and throbbing member from my foaming cunt. He had got out about half of it when he suddenly thrust in again and began some violent in and out movements.
— Oh no, Your tight little notch is too sweet. My enchanted cock can't leave its prison. It would like to be engulfed between your rosy lips for ever. Only I must fuck you till the sperm-oh-sperm-flo-flows again.
After this bout the count drew out his instrument and gliding to the foot of the bed, uncovered my belly, thighs and legs. He stooped down, kissed my mount, licked the spunk from my open cunt, sucked my clitoris, till I was half mad with voluptuousness. He raised my leg, kissing every spot on my thighs and buttocks, he thrust his tongue into my cunt drinking his own sperm, mixed with a fresh stream of love from my vagina. This come evidently unexpectedly and seemed to intoxicate him to the utmost. He stripped of my nightgown and devoured my whole body with his Kisses and tonguings declaring all the time, that my cunt was the most charming miss he ever met with.
— I must have one of those charming little curls, I'll put in into gold locket and wear it at my watchchain; it must be all wet and sticky with your spendings in order that the adam of your cunt may be attached to it for ever. What a good fortune that the blind God of Destiny sent you into my arms. Oh darling, never woman gave man more pleasure than you give me. But yield yourself entirely to me! Give me the other entrance too! Oh, sweetheart, I adore the effluvia of your body!
He kissed my navel and cunt again and tried to turn my body; but I opposed resistance to his efforts and lifted up his shift to take a view of the vigorous aggressor of my maidenhead. It was an enormous member, beautiful, rose coloured, large, long and hard as iron in spite of is double discharge.
— Oh that's what you want is it? Look is it not pretty? And big too; I wonder if you can find another prick to match it in the whole county.
Saying so he shook the dear creature deliberately and stripping to the skin threw himself upon me. In a sort of bashfulness. I had turned half round and with one vigorous pull of his hand he made himself master of my fundament and began to caress my full, white bottom. Having manipulated it for some time he stooped down and licked it all over, thrusting his nose into the furrow and his tongue into the orifice, wetting it amply with his saliva. He made me pull my knees under my belly, my buttocks protruding in all their might, then he pushed his prick into my juicy cunt, all deluged with spunk, worked in and out for a minute and then slipped it easily-enough into the rear entrance. He commenced his magic movements to and fro, he slipped his hand round in front and frigged my cunt with on hand, while he felt my breasts and armpits with the other. I was quite beside myself with excitement and never ceased spending. The spunk gushed in torrents down my thighs. The count spent twice without withdrawing, the second time in such a ferocity of lust, that he made me cry out with delight and I actually fainted away under his relaxing body. He rose and nursed me kindly till I reopened my eyes and then retired.
My limbs were heavy as lead, my head was tingling and my cunt and bumhole seemed still stretched by his enormous prick. I shut my eyes again and before the count had left the room, was lost in the kingdom of sleep.
CHAPTER VII
For about a fortnight the count came every night to my room and we passed the greater part of the night in one another's arms. My passions were aroused and I abandoned myself entirely to him with the heedlessness and violence of a lascivious, vigorous healthy girl of sixteen. We had become excellent friends. He taught me every possible way of enjoying a copulation and gave me several useful hints as to the preambles of other love intrigues if I should feel inclined to bring one about now or in the future.
He had for private escutcheon a cock, raising one of his legs; under it was written his device: toujours pret! In fact his cock was always ready for anything when in proximity to a woman.
By and by, between our different bouts, he gave me an exciting account of his intrigues under his own roof.
The gentleman's housekeeper was fucked every morning at half past eight in his «office», which explains his reserve during our first encounters, when he, for fear of frightening me, made me spend without trying to satisfy his own senses. I had scarcely left the room before the housekeeper entered «to receive his orders for the day» and she had the pleasure of receiving either in her cunt or in her bumhole the essence of life, accumulated in abundance in his testicles during his exciting fumblings of my youthful person.