In the afternoon it was the turn of the servant's housekeeper; she was a splendid woman, according to the count's statement, lascivious for two, with large swelling breasts, a small waist and immense hips. It was the biggest and finest backside one could imagine and the eyes of all the man servants (and of eventual gentleman-guests too, I dare say) followed her admiringly, when she, but covered by a thin calico skirt, promenaded it in the courtyard. She was living in a separate part of the old castle and received the count's visit in the afternoon, when every body else took his post-prandial nap.
Though it was but on some future occasion, that I learned, what follows, I may as well relate the incident here.
One evening on entering his mother's room unexpectedly, the count found her stooping forward, leaning her elbows on a table in the middle of the room. Her clothes were all tucked over her head and she exhibited her-old lascivious arse in all its nudity. Her coachman, a stout Irishman, with long reddish wiskers had his prick engulfed to the hilt in her cunt. They were evidently in the agony of a final rapture and did not at all hear the count enter. He contemplated the scene in silence. The coachman was pressing the old woman's buttocks together, squeezing his prick well between them. His movements became quicker and quicker, he worked on furiously till he at length spouted his liquor into her thirsty womb.
— It's good, Paddy, said the countess. But you were rather long at it the last time, old boy!
— I wonder, how long! said the count from where he stood at the door.
At the sound of this unexpected voice the old lady jumped up and by her brisk movement unsheathed the coachman, who bashfully retired to a corner, where he buttoned himself up. The old countess tried to make the best of it by attacking her son, for intruding uninvited into he room. The count defended himself skilfully and finished by saying he found the door open.
— The door open? No, the door was locked. Paddy, was not the door locked, please?
— Paddy stroke his beard and replied in an evasive manner, that he did not know.
— Do not know, indeed! Did you lock it or not, I ask?
Paddy thought he might have forgotten to lock the door.
But now the count interfered. A report was current in the county, that his mother was cracked, and, indeed, he thought report was right, when he saw an old woman of seventy rutting for young men. He threatened to shut her up in a madhouse and to drive her paramour out of the castle with his long whip. The coachman became evidently uneasy and the young lady seemed on the point of getting a hysterical fit. Then the count approached his mother, looked hard at her and whipping his boots said in a slow voice, that he would connive at her conduct this once if she would submit to the punishment he intended to inflict upon her. The countess assented to this.
— Then, said the count, I condemn you to take your son's long, large, throbbing cock in your old lascivious cunt, while that gallant accomplice of yours engulfs his weapon in my bumhole.
The old lady instantly tucked up her clothes and presented her belly and mount covered with long grey hair to her son's inspecting eyes; the coachman licked his lips and unbuttoned his trousers. The count turned to him and asked to see his prick. But alas! the previous exertions had been too much for the poor fellow, his member hang limp and flaccid between his thighs.
— Come here, my chap, and let us see, what is to be had out of you. Aha! The little rogue is lazy, is he? But I shall teach him manners. I. He does not mean to obey, eh? Get up I quick, if you please! and whipping him severely with his horse whip, the count continued to encourage him with bawdy outcries. The old countess took hold of his prick and tickled his bulls in great excitement. One violent blow after another fell on the fellow's trembling bottom. The count flogged faster and faster, harder and harder. The coachman bounded at each blow, screaming it was too much and too hard, but the count was merciless. Gradually the criminal instrument raised its head and got stiff and hard. The count continued the flogging for another minute and then threw away his horse whip. He pushed his mother down on a couch and thrust his prick in and out her juicy cunt. The old lady being tall and meager, did not tempt him in any particular degree, but the thought of committing incest gave a singular charm to the action and animated his senses exceedingly. The coachman lubrificated his prick amply with saliva and shoved it into the bumhole before him. They spent all together, but it was impossible to get a second bout out of the coachman. They rose and on the count's orders changed positions. The countess had to take the whole of the coachman's flabby member into her mouth and suck it dry while he sodomized her with two or three fingers. When they had taken up their posture the count drove his still rampant member into the servant's rear entrance and working on for a good while, thus enjoyed in another voluptuous fuck.
The old countess was, however, fast verging into a second childhood and her son thought it dangerous to let her indulge in fornication with the coachman; he made her reside, not at the dowager mansion, but at his own house and it was only when she became too agitated that he «racked her off», which always had the desired effect upon her nerves. The coachman became of great use to the count, not only that he from time to time enjoyed his prick in his bumhole-what he was very fond of-but when a little later on the pretty abigail of the young countess got with child by the count, he married her to Paddy. They got their own house at a little distance from the castle and it was to their dwelling, that the count betook himself for a threehanded bout. They had several children of whom in would have been difficult to indicate the father; the coachman, however, recognized them as his, but the count paid an alimentary allowance for each child.
But to return to my story. About a fortnight after the count's return my flowers declared themselves. The count, with the foresight of an experienced man had asked when I expected this tedious period and had made his reprisals. At about the some time a young lady, Debora S. came for a visit to the castle. She was the faster daughter of one of the count's gamekeepers and a friend of the lady-manager. People said, she was a daughter of the late count. She occupied the spare room beside the school and I thought it was fear of her hearing the opening and shutting of doors during the night, which prevented the count from coming to my room.
My monthly courses were over, and I was longing exceedingly for his dear Priapus and fascinating caresses; the desire became so ardent that it prevented me from sleeping. I tried to imitate his hand-play and thus fell back upon solitary amusements. This made me sleep to profoundly, that one night I did not awake till I felt the count's body on me. We had a most charming prolonged fuck and be made me spend at least eight times to his one. Leaving his prick jerking in its «prison» and folding me tenderly in his arms, he told me what had kept him away for so long. Debora was at present his acknowledged fellow-wife. He did not like her to know of his visits to me till a confession from her made him suggest a splendid love-intrigue.
Debora had a sister who had had the good fortune of marrying the owner of a large estate on the eastern banks of the Rhone. Debora had visited this sister lately and one night is had happened, that her brother-in-law could not sleep-or feigned to be unable to sleep.-He suffered very much, he said, and could only suggest one remedy, which could help him: it was, if his wife would get her younger sister to lie with them. His wife- good, kind creature-, consented and went to fetch her sister. Lying between the two women he had begun to feel their respective cunts and had finished by fucking Debora, while gamahuching his wife. Pressed very hard she had been obliged to confess too, that it was not the first time her brother-in-law had had her; and it was on this the count formed the first part of his scheme.