— I must, however, tell you of our great orgie, my dear; it seems to me that I live it all over again speaking and thinking about it. If you can't wait, you might undress the child, for instance, and taking her on your knee engulf your impatient Priapus in her arsehole. At any events I shall be brief and have finished in a quarter of an hour.
— All right, said the Doctor, and next time we get together, I shall tell you some of my experiences; they are not less interesting than yours, I assure you.
— I shall be very glad to hear of them, my friend; but now for the end of my story.
The doctor, according to Mary's proposal began to undress Yvonne caressing her young from as he uncovered them, while Mary continued as follows:
— A week later everything was ready for our feast. It was full-moon and for several days running the count had taken some of the ladies for a drive after dinner; to divert their suspicion on the great day, took care not to enter again till late, it is, until every body in the house had gone to bed. Debora had returned to her home but on the fixed day draped in as if by chance in the afternoon.
After dinner the count invited her and me to go for a drive in the moonlit wood. Debora excused herself, she did not intend to stay even for dinner and must really go home now, it was late amp;c, but as agreed upon the count replied, that the would take her home and she might thus advertise her adoptive parents and return with us or stop, just as she liked. So much for our little comedy.
At about nine o'clock in the evening we set out for a small hunting seat belonging to the count and situated in the middle of a large wood just between Conpine Castle and the estate of Mr. Pole de Mont, Debora's brother-in-law.
Paddy and his wife had been sent on before to arrange everything in concert with an ornamentist from Paris, ordered for the case by the count.
The guests were Mr. Pole de Mont and his wife, a young girl from Lyon, by the name of Helene and her married sister Mrs. D… (both the count's late mistresses), Mr. de Boar, a nobleman from Paris, the last of his race condemned to live a lonely life being too proud to marry for money and last but not least the parish priest, who was the count's confident friend and reveller.
The count had done his utmost to arrange everything in a remarkable way. All windows had been blinded, in order that no glimpse of light should let the cat out of the bag and nothing betrayed, that the house was inhabited, as we approached.
He knocked three times at the door, which was opened by Paddy, who next took charge of the horses, while we entered and went upstairs to dress or rather to undress. The hall and stair case were decorated by a profusion of green pinetrees and flags. The upper story contained four small dressing rooms provided with everything necessary for a dainty lady's toilet.
The big banqueting hall on the first floor, the only real room of the house was festively decorated with rose coloured silk hangings large looking glasses and some life size portraits of lovely youths and young women in the most charming intimate attitudes. Low couches along the walls invited the guests to imitate them. An enormous wooden fire burnt at each end of the hall, which was splendidly illumined by hundred of candles.
Our guests did not keep us waiting. A few minutes later the priest and Mr. de Boar arrived on foot and almost at the same time Mr. Pole de Mont drove into the court yard, bringing his wife and the two ladies from Lyon along with him.
While the ladies arranged their toilet upstairs the gentlemen drank one another's health downstairs and when we entered the banqueting hall the feast was in full activity.
Mrs. Pole de Mont was dressed in a transparent, rose coloured drapery pretending that this was more modest-looking than Debora's and Helene's naked forms. Mrs. D… had put on a silk fleshing and pulled down her splendid chestnut hair, which covered half her body. I was longing for a dress like that of Mrs. Pole de Mont but had to appear in the attire of Mother Eve, thus being the order of my Lord and master.
Cries of admiration received us, as we entered the banqueting hall together. The gentlemen rose and advanced to meet us. They took each a lady on their knee-our stout count took Mrs. Pole de Mont on one knee and Helene on the other-and whispered seductive and bawdy words in our listening ear, while we sipped the cool champagne and crunched dainty sweetmeats.
I was sitting on the priest's left leg and caressed his enormous prick with my right hand. It was not long before he had pulled me down on the soft, low couch and got his weapon into my longing cunt. The attack of his fresh prick excited me beyond measure and with my legs and arms thrown round him I wriggled in all directions. My eagerness soon produced a rapid discharge. I should probably have gone on for a second bout it I had not been distracted by the sight of the other couples.
Mrs. D…, a fine, stout, fat woman of thirty three was lying on her back on the floor in front of one of the large looking-glasses; her temporary lover, Mr. de Boar, was straddling over her and had placed his stiff and glowing prick between her breasts. He was moving to and fro, up and down, while she pressed her bubbies together with both hands, in order to embed his enchanted cockey completely in the warm and snowy crease. She gazed with enraptured eyes at the purple head, that appeared and disappeared between her large swelling breasts. I could see by his more and more violent movements that the great crisis was coming and just had time to call the Reverend Father's attention to the fact, before a jet of sperm shot out over her bosom and ran down her white neck. Mr. de Boar glided swift as lightening between her wide spread legs and with his tongue brought fort the corresponding liquid from her rosy cunt.
Mr. Pole de Mont had just finished a course with his pretty sister-in-law; and the count was about to do the same with his two sweethearts; he was lying on the floor, a white bear's skin under his back. Mrs. Pole de Mont was impaled on his stiff standing prick, while Helene, straddling over his face, was gamahuched and titillated between her thighs by his skilful tongue. I just saw them sink together in the most ecstatic delight of a first fuck.
Then we changed places.
The count being most lecherous upon the pretty Mrs. Pole de Mont with whose private charms he had not formerly made the acquaintance ran a second course with her alone, while the clergyman undertook to satisfy Debora's and Mrs. D…'s voluptuous eagerness at once. Helene was very pleased to pair off with Mr. Pole de Mont, and your humble servant fell to the lot of Mr. de Boar, with whom I had a most delicious fuck, spending at least four times abundantly to his once.
This course was more prolonged by the gentlemen than the first in order to allay the insatiable lust of the women, by making them spend infinitely oftener than their fuckers.
For the third encounter, which took place after a short interval, the count chose me for his partner, and I was so flattered by this choice that I fell upon his neck, throwing my legs around his loins with a cry of delight. During the interval the gentlemen had stripped stark naked, and I felt his raising prick throb violently against my buttocks. With some difficulty he accomplished to thrust it into my longing slit and in this position carried me to the other end of the hall. By every step he took his virile member worked in and out and produced a sensation so delicious that no words can describe it. I was wild with excess of enjoyment. He laid me down on the couch and was going to belabour my cunt with that enormous instrument of his, bat each stroke made me wince with pain.
The water was pressing an my bladder and I asked him to let me go for a moment. He insisted to know for what reason and when I somewhat shyly told him why, threw himself passionately on my body and kissed and tongued first my lips and then my cunt, saying, that each drop of liquid, issuing from my charming Pussy, was an elixir far more precious to him than any golden treasure. Placing a wineglass between my wide-opened legs, he asked me to piss into it; but though I was hard pressed I could not help laughing at such an idea and asked him, if he meant me but to fill that small glass.