Chapter 1
The story we bring to you is a bizarre and an amazing journal of adventures -if one wishes to use that word. It is the shocking intimate diary of a high born lady who tasted of the baser forms of sexual license and the results it had upon her. High born she may have been, but her resultant actions couldn't have been more low born and base. The diary was detailed and factual -which makes it all the more shocking. The author, a countess of the blood. Her journal, a daily record of facts, fancies and emotions we should have been, and indeed were, always most anxious to bury in oblivion. Is there any fellowship in mere communion of pen with paper? Is there any relief from the isolation of selfish thought and secret action in commiting them to paper in the shape of a Journal or diary? -always, of course, to be destroyed -always to be destroyed! -cela va sans dire. Is it not that a secret something akin to pride and satisfaction at the very devilment, grows up in the individual, and inspires a feeling that it is a pity so much astuteness, -so much well earned gratification, should not be recorded -if only for our own future perusal, and then -to be committed to the flames? How much enlightenment does not the world owe to private journals, and how many of them were ever intended to see the light? It would be an interesting question to analyse, but one with which we have at present no concern. Suffice it to say the high and influential individual from whose copious, private notes I have boldly compiled the following facts, no longer exists, and that her private Journal, with other family papers and effects fell into the keeping of the Librarian of the French National Library, whose rare manuscripts and carefully assorted papers I had High Authority to inspect.
The period when the events of which I write happened, was during the reign of Louis the XIV, allowed by his Court, already contaminated by the open profligacy of his father, to wallow in the unrestrained vices he had inculcated, and encouraged by his own incentive a further continuance of the unbridled immorality of his nobles. The date was 1775.
If, reader, you wish in a few words to summarize the manners of the Court of France during the reign of Louise the XIV, read the following passage from an impartial historian:
"We do not believe," he writes, "that the history of any other people presents, in modern times, a more complete and more odious picture of immorality than that of the French people under the reign of the too famous Louis the XIV. The abominations of a Tiberius, the debaucheries of a Heliogabalus, all the impure traditions of degenerate and degraded Rome, do not strike the imagination with more astonishment."
"Paris had become a second Babylon, -aye, ten thousand times worse, even a Sodom, in the unrestrained excesses in which every class of its inhabitants, -court, nobles and people, -plunged and indulged," writes another commentator, "instigated by the fatal example of this much flattered but shameless "Sun King"."
Such were the times in which flourished the young French Lady of whom this narrative treats and whose Journal I annotate, and whose debut took place in an utterly corrupted society, the manners and example of which would alone have been dangerous,-even had there not been already in her those fatal germs of character and temperament which of themselves would have led to a life of impurity, encouraged by the general example.
La Comtesse Marguerite De La Villiers, daughter and only child of the Duke De La Villiers, one of the greatest and richest Nobles of France, was only a little over fourteen when as a debutante she first won the admiration of society by her beauty and rare charm of manner. Her mother had died in giving her birth. It must not be forgotten that in France a girl of fourteen is as advanced as a Western woman four years her senior. The education of the young Countess had been more than usually elaborate; she was an accomplished linguist, -she was taught from nursery, to be fluent in German, Spanish and English; and a Parisienne, a brilliant, if questionable, model of distinction, had added the finishing touch in all those fashionable trivialities which go to complete the finish for the grand monde.
It may be easily concluded that in such a society the distinction, coupled with the accomplishments and the superb beauty of the young Countess, were not long in drawing upon her the whispered remarks of envy and detraction. At this epoch of her career, I am not aware how much she had contributed to deserve the reports which were commencing to circulate of her passionate temper, her aptitude for pleasure and even of her irregularities. It was not likely that a spoilt, flattered, and cherished beauty like the Countess Marguerite would escape, but certain it is that the Duke, her father, knew nothing of such calumnies, and it was enough for him to think that his daughter, the heiress to a dozen estates and a thousand peasants, was immaculate by necessity, if not by choice.
The above particulars have been obtained by me from sources entirely unconnected with the remarkable Journal of which I have made mention, for it was not until afterwards, as appears by her own admission, that the young Countess commenced her entries in the pages the copying of which afforded me so much interesting occupation. I have thought this explanation, however, quite necessary to explain the character and position of the writer from whose secret Diary I proceed to paraphrase my narrative.
La Due De La Villiers held by special favour of the King the Military Governorship of one of the largest and most important Provinces of France, and as such he had practically the power of life and death over the people he governed. The Duke was of a lively and festive disposition, and being immensely rich, his entertainments and festivities were of a magnificent description. Thus the nobles of his Province led a merry, care-killing kind of life, and Vive le badinage! Vive le plaisir! Vive de joi! were the watch-words of the neighborhood. This was a dangerous vortex in which the young Countess was thrown, particularly as her father was frequently absent in Paris. It is at this period that the Countess Marguerite appears to have commenced to write her Journal.
Among the domestics attached to the service of the daughter of this illustrious noble, was her maid
Marie, a girl a little older than her mistress, and who appears, as is sometimes the case, to have been in her entire confidence. The Chateau in which the Governor resided was a building of vast extent, even for such an establishment in France, and the Countess had a wing set apart for her own occupation. Attached to the person of the Duke as Aide-de-camp was a young and handsome officer, whose name was Alain Courvaux; and, presumptuous as it may be though, the young officer had aspired to the love of the beautiful daughter. The intrigue was not unacceptable to the lady; and the Aide-de-camp found means, with the assistance of the maid, to enter the apartments of the Countess at night. Possessed of a temperament such as hers, the young lady could not resist even had she so intended, her handsome suitor, and it was therefore not only in her rooms, but in her bed and in her delightful young cunt she satisfied her fervent instincts and the hot throbbing penis of her ardent lover and his hot thrilling spurts of love juice. Alain, being a fine, vigorous, young man, of some twentythree years of age, found means to gratify her every wish in the amorous ecstasies in which the young pair indulged, while the maid Marie, ever on the watch, took care that neither the vague, half stifled sounds expressive of their pleasure, nor the slight noise occasioned by his entrance and exit should create suspicion by being overheard. The risk was tremendous, -arrest and the Bastille was the mildest fate awaiting the unfortunate Alain, were he caught in so heinous an offence by the unsuspecting Duke.
At this time the Countess was in the most lovely and perhaps the most captivating phse of her beauty. Just expanding into womanhood, she possessed attractions which had already drawn upon her the reiterated observations and attentions of King Louis himself. I have seen a portrait of her, representing a girl of surpassing loveliness, whose beautiful hair, dazzling complexion and delightful nubile curvaceous charms all contributed to the perfection of a Venus of antiquity. Her breasts and buttocks curved in harmony with her hidden perfections, while the grace of her carriage and pose would melt the ice of the polar regions. Her disposition was, however, little in accordance with her appearance. Her temper, spoilt and unrestrained, was very wayward and imperious, and she would think nothing of striking her servants, and indulging in language towards them, which would have astonished anyone not accustomed to the autocratic bearing of the powerful French nobles. She could brook no denial, no delay, and with her to desire was to possess, -to gratify a wish, or a fancy was to her imperious nature only the demanding of a right, the accordance of something she wanted and intended to have.
The liaison with Alain had continued over a month without anything transpiring to cause alarm, when a circumstance happened which altered the aspect of affairs. Marie had a brother, a coach-driver, who had often seen and observed the Countess; and this scoundrel, a burly, ill-conditioned fellow, who concealed his lewd character beneath a seemingly honest exterior, had not failed to notice a carnal intimacy between the Aide-de-camp and his young mistress whenever they thought themselves unobserved. Impressed with this idea, and having a grudge against the lover, Jean sounded his sister Marie, and the answers with which she attempted to put him off, only increased his suspicions. He watched like a cat, and at last saw the happy Alain enter the apartments of the young Countess late at night. He could not see, but could imagine the scene inside, the couple in hot sweaty nudity soft tits with hard nipples burning against his chest, stiff throbbing prick pulsating deep into her love-slick cunt, his approaching moment, the stiffening, her writhing moans as his burning gush of sperm jetting deep into her cunny, her hand lovingly cupping his balls between them to squeeze every last drop of lovejuice. Taking his measures cautiously, Jean managed to convey an anonymous letter to the Duke, the contents of which, whatever they may have been, were sufficient to cause that worthy to boil over with rage and vexation. Half incredulous, half inclined to credit the disgraceful innuendo conveyed to him by those foul means, the Duke De La Villiers hastened to his daughter's apartments. Confronted by the vigilance of the maid, he was obliged to pause a short time before thus precipitately invading the young lady's rooms.
When at length he did so, he found his daughter seated at a table, calmly reading, and only anxious on her father's account to learn the cause of so unusual a visit. The baffled Duke hastily surveyed the apartments and, on the pretext of thieves and other evil disposed intruders. At length, after a fruitless search he withdrew, and the Countess, carefully barring the doors, proceeded with Marie to open the massive chest in which they had ensconced the trembling Aide-de-camp. They did so, -but Alain had apparently been so overcome by terror that he could not move, -they touched him, -only to discover him dead. Any ordinary individual would have succumbed with terror in such a situation. The Aide-de-camp of her father found dead and in his daughter's apartments! -the idea was not to be thought of for a moment, nor was there any time to be lost. The Countess and the maid set their wits to work. Marie thought of her brother and ran to find him. He was not far off, you may be sure. Meanwhile, instead of weeping upon the loss of her lover, the Countess began to think that after all he was not quite up to her standard; in fact, she had been already wearying of him when this untoward accident happened.
Well, Jean was soon found, and readily promised, for reasons of his own, to do all that lay in his power to rid them of so troublesome a burden. He fetched his horses and his coach, and bringing it noiselessly through the fast falling snow, he lifted up the body of the unfortunate Aide-de-camp and threw it with little ceremony into the vehicle. Then off he went in the dead of the night to the frozen river hard by, and taking a pick with him, soon made a hole in the ice; into this he lowered the body of the young Alain with a stone tied to his feet, and then heaping up the snow above the hole, he left the corpse to be devoured by the eels of the Loire and the hole to be closed again by the frost.
The satisfaction of the Countess at being so easily freed from the consequences of her imprudence, quickly swallowed up every feeling of grief for the loss of her lover, and the disappearance of Alain was accounted for by supposing he had absconded in consequence of certain gambling debts which he could not meet, and of which he dreaded the knowledge coming to the ears of the Duke, as indeed appeared from the enquiry that was made.
Now Jean was thinking of the importance of the secret he possessed and of how to turn it to account; so he presented himself boldly one evening at the door of the Countess Marguerite's apartments and demanded of his sister to see this beautiful, young mistress himself. I should tell you that this Jean, like many of the French peasants brought up in serfdom, was lewd and cruel in no ordinary degree. He was also rapacious, and as big and broad in the shoulders as any of the Hussars in the service of the Duke. He knew, of course, the business which brought the unfortunate, young Aide-de-camp to the Countess' apartments, and it so happened that this boastful fellow thought himself as good as he to carnally satisfy the Countess, and also he counted on touching some good round sum for his silence and discretion.
When therefore the Countess stood before him, these feelings began to work within him, and he exhibited so stolid a demeanor, that his mistress saw with half an eye how the matter stood. You may be quite sure Jean did not refuse it therefore, when the beautiful girl put a handful of twenty franc notes into his big palm, and then asked him if he would take a drink from her own silver flask of brandy. Gradually, as she smiled upon him, his confidence increased, and with it the impudence of his desires. The Countess was clever enough to judge him rightly at a glance.
"I suppose, High and Noble Lady, you have no sweetheart now?" inquired Jean with an attempt at a grin meant to be knowing.
"No, Jean -none at all; sometimes," she added smiling, "I think I must get another."
Jean saw his chance, and impudently suggested:
"Suppose I find one for your Grace?"
"That would hardly do, my good Jean, I would prefer to choose for myself. I should not like to trust another, no matter how clever he be."
"He would be a fortunate fellow!"
"Perhaps, -that would depend upon himself -he would have to be tall and broad, and well built, and strong and big enough to put a heavy man through the ice, Jean!"
"By the Holy Saints! but I am all that," grinned Jean.
"If that be so, Jean come nigh, -fou (fool), and let me see for myself what sort of a man ye be; especially that part of man that hangs down between his legs, all three parts of him."
With that the young Countess motioned Jean to divest himself of certain portions of his vestments, which that worthy had no sort of hesitation in obeying, for he understood her.
After a few seconds spent in unfastening strings and buckles, for the untutored nature of the French peasant has but little reserve, Jean let fall his lower garments and half exposed his genitals before the eyes of the beautiful girl. He bared an immense prick like a scarlet branch and a huge set of balls in a hairy bag to match the lewd staff under her avid gaze. His horse-sized pecker erected outward toward her, curving upward, and away from his balls. As the huge rod grew the skin peeled away from the big, acorn shaped head parting the hole at the tip, from which a drop of his sperm lewdly glistened.
The young Countess, whose lustful nature was quickly aroused no sooner beheld the brawny proportions of the peasant's monstrously lewd parts, than she became aflame with desire, despite his dirty appearance and his peasant dress of greasy skins. The cunning stud had exposed quite sufficient to make the lascivious Countess eager , and as she gazed with quickened breath and burning cheeks, he felt the charms, of so delicious and choice a morsel thus quietly inspecting his horselike cock with so much indelicacy, raise gradually his carnal appetite to an almost irresistible degree.
"You are a fine fellow, Jean, your sweetheart should be fond of you, -but you are also terrible -let me examine closer, fou, that with which you make love."
She bent closer so her face almost touched the head of his monstrous shaft. Her lips met his cock-head in a wet thrilling union which caused his already large dick to harden even further, especially when her tongue tickled, gushes of glad-come.
The crafty coachman stood erect and grinning shamelessly. As for the Countess, she was busily laving his huge dick head with skilled lips and tongue, as the suction of her soft labia drew pleasurably upon his sexual shaft. Jean, now fast becoming mad with throbbing lust, could hardly contain himself with longing to satisfy his desires. He knew he was about to use all his control to keep from ejaculating his hot spurting sperm.
She sensed this and with a last flick of her tongue along the glistening purple head of the monstrous prick, she withdrew her lips from it.
She put her small fair hand upon his swollen prick in a manner that made his dong seethe and his balls to swell and ache more than ever at the exciting contact of her fingers. She gentle slapped the dangling testicles.
Jean cunningly saw the aroused condition of the Countess, and he enjoyed, you may be sure, the indelicate touches and examinations to which she was now subjecting him. He therefore allowed her every facility in her investigation, and boldly removed almost every vestige of his raiment.
The driver was indeed a fine fellow, -in this the Countess had spoken truly. Nearly six feet high, with broad, well built frame and much muscle on his strong limbs, he was a model for an artist, and his face, endowed like his body with much hair, although cunning in its character and brutal in its expression, was not ugly.
The Countess having thus literally 'taken the bull by the horn', her lascivious nature fully aroused was not likely to stick at trifles. She saw the effect of her lewd actions upon the peasant, and it served also to fire her loins and carry her senses beyong the restraint of reason. With panting lips, she muttered, while her caresses became more and more pronounced. She felt her love juices dribble out of her pussy and moisten the crotch of her drawers.
"Jean, can I trust you, can you keep a secret?"
"That can I! Have I not one already in my possession!"
The Countess smiled as she drew his naked body towards her:
"Jean, I will take you for my lover, you shall screw with me. You shall lie in my arms your prick shall screw my aching cunt. This huge thing that I toy with, peasant, fool! shall feel the warm love passage -it shall penetrate to my inmost parts -I will not refuse it for its length, nor for its breadth, large though it be, -it shall be received into my cunt and we will fuck together. Your sensations shall become wet ecstasies, until your love juices will drown my pussy," and she who spoke in the common dialect of the peasantry so that she might be the better understood of the commoner, fairly trembling with her own excitement, pushed her beautiful lips, moist and pouting, up to Jean's and gently inserted her pointed tongue between them. He eagerly sucked upon that tongue which had so recently toyed and tickled his prick, and he could taste upon it the sticky fluid she had licked off the head of his shaft.
You may imagine the vulgar farmer was not any longer passive. Throughout the burning sentences of the Countess, feeling the excessive titillations to which she was subjecting him, her words sinking at the same time into his heart and firing his coarse imagination, he was endeavoring to clasp his arms around her, and his big hands wandered about her intimacies, vainly trying to discover a road to those beauties he longed to explore.
Then Marguerite deigned to assist him. Her garments opened and discovered her two lush protruding breasts, both naked to the gaze of her servitor. It was now his turn. Impatient of delay and mad with lust, he rushed upon her nakedness. He covered her sexual parts with kisses from head to foot, he suffered his caresses, his hands roved everywhere pon her charms, even her most private parts were at his mercy. His big fingers plundered the soft hair-surrounded lips and the love-slick tunnel of her pussy. Soon his fingers were covered with the product of her arousals. He put his lips were his fingers were and he shot a stiff tongue between the cunny lips and darted the tip like a snake from spot to flowing spot. She withheld nothing, but gave up her fair body to him without reserve; there Jean boldly carried his touches, his kisses, until, heated by his embraces, the Countess displayed as much abandon as the peasant.
Then the coachman sought to satisfy his passion and assuage his lust on the person of his mistress. He rose up, and separating her willing thighs, he mounted on her body, and placed the head of his huge engine between her cunt lips. Thus was their flesh united, and their warm breath mingled and their sighs, joining in an equal desire, bespoke their hot impatience. Already the fierce ravisher was at her half-opened pussy lips, essaying an entrance which the rude attempts of his monstrous shaft and the disproportion of the parts themselves rendered futile. Again and again he tried to adjust his penis to the narrow hot road of her cunny, -he began to fear the delicate sheath of the Countess was not for a horsecock like his to enter.
But now, true to her promise, the Countess came to the assistance of the lout. Never before had she been subjected to an equal attack, but her desires equalled his own and she was not likely to be deterred by the difficulties capable of being overcome. Seizing the fellow anew by his distended cock, with her own fair hand she slid him into her joy-moistened hole and lending herself to the indelicate operation, she sought to effect an entry and to pierce her love nook with the weapon of love whose enjoyment she had counted upon; her experience and determination succeeded in effecting that which all the brutal force of the peasant could not accomplish, for already she felt her pussy parts penetrated and the huge assailant slid into the right road. Withdrawing her hand, with clenched teeth and with bated breath she awaited the full shock of his huge pecker into her slender but slick cunt.
"Push now, fellow, and enter the hole to your heart's content," she hissed below her breath.
The impatient Jean no sooner detected the delicate pressures to which his cock was now subjected, than he discovered his advantage, and judging that he had nothing more to do to gain his point than to thrust forward without other regard than his own pleasure, so set to work with wriggling hairy buttocks and supple loins that he forced his lance to the hilt in the lovely tight pussy until the head of his dick pressed against her womb. As for his mistress, she was sensible to the hot impalement, and feeling that she had nothing more to dread and that she had received as she wished the stiff prick of the coachman into her body as far as it was possible to penetrate, she wound her limbs around the fellow's naked middle and hugged him so closely that his swaying balls rubbed against her pussy lips, and thus their bodies lay conjoined, Countess Marguerite delighting in the throbbing of Jean's rampant ramrod within her taut cunt.
But Jean soon released himself by main force and finding himself in a sort of ecstatic heaven, the sensations he experienced goaded him on, movement became a necessity and he set to work with active loins to complete the business for her with such strength and energy that the Countess cried out aloud in her physical delight. The coachman worked away, and no sooner saw the state of his companion and that she shared his pleasures, than his movements redoubled, and mingling their sobs of ecstasy, their bodies rose and sank in the performance of the obscene act. The Countess wished it might last forever, Jean struggled to arrive at the crisis of his enjoyment, which would also put a period to his pleasures. The Countess felt the cock of the lewd fellow becoming harder and hotter, the peasant almost felt his senses leaving him as they arrived together at a frenzied humping coition, and with such hard snorts of satisfaction as a stallion utters on a more, he injected into the body of the Countess an amazing huantity of his hot sperm. The intoxication of his copious discharge caused Jean to emit low cries of delight, while the young lady overcome by the ecstasy he as occasioning her, lay almost fainting as she received the inundation of burning, milky jets.of his orgasmic elease, a copious amount of jetting sperm that filled her love-garden with a hot ecstatic drenching, scarcely had Jean finished than he recommenced, and his partner, who began to relish beyond all she had ever experienced the potent prick of the vulgar fellow, gave herself entirely to the brutal enjoyment of being thus fiercely outraged. After three complete and separate courses the coachman withdrew is hot dong from her cunt, having appeased his arnal appetite for the time and lay panting with half closed eyes at her side.
No very long interval occured before the thoughts of the lewd pleasure he had enjoyed with his lovely mistress, and perhaps also the tingling sensations left behind from his late employment, caused Jean to again exhibit returning symptoms of his virility. The sight of the dirty fellow in this condition again inflamed the desires of the Countess Marguerite, and her lascivious kisses and touches upon the big cock head had such a corresponding effect upon Jean that he quickly resumed his position upon her, and with eager thrusts penetrated her noble young pussy. No sooner, however, was his huge cock sheathed where they wished, and their bodies, close pressed together, again in movement, than the door of the chamber opened and Marie made her appearance.
Visions of the lash and of dungeons floated before the eyes of Jean, who saw the door open and a figure enter. Withdrawing himself prick curvedly erect and penis smoking, unable from fear to do more, he remained staring, his indecency fully exposed to the view of Marie, while the Countess, biting her red hps with vexation, divided her attention between the swollen member of the peasant dangling over her belly and the bold intruder.
Now Marie was fully aware of the irregularities of her mistress, whose debut had been already made in such a court as that of Versailles, impregnated with the bestial vices of Royalty, which had, indeed, as they could not fail to do, produced all the effect of which they were capable upon the manners and temperament of the Countess Marguerite; but this last stud quite took her by surprise, to say nothing of the astonishment and dismay with which she recognized her bare-balled brother in such a lascivious position. The waiting-woman was therefore about to retire, when the voice of her mistress commanded her to stop.
"Shut and bolt the door! -Marie, -come hither! at once. I order you, to do all I command." Then seeing the girl still hesitating at the strange spectacle -the Countess, having risen, stamped her small foot in a fury and shook her clenched fist at Marie.
But the Countess knew her part to perfection, it was no mere serving wench who would out-maneuver her. She scorned to cover her naked sex-sweated body, but stood erect in all her loveliness. Jean equally nude looked on with gaping eyes. Seizing the erected pecker of the coachman, the Countess shook it in the face of her maid, sending flecks of sperm onto her cheek and lips.
"Do you see that, Marie? Your brother is a fine fellow, -nay, -none of your mock modesty, but tell me what you think."
Thus authoritatively appealed to, the maid stammered out something by way of reply and stood trembling awaiting the orders of her impetuous mistress, her eyes fixed upon her brothers huge, naked prick, still dripping gunk.
Marie had been brought up in a manner superior to that of most of her class, having been singled out with others from among the peasant girls on the Duke's vast estates, for the Countess's service. In the pursuance of this career, she had been separated from her family and had seen little of this brother Jean until her return from the capital with her mistress, upon the Duke assuming the functions of Governor. I do not wish to imply that the French peasantry, at the time of which I collate my facts, were an altogether abandoned people as regard their morals, but it could not be expected that so much vice, open and unchecked, as affected the upper classes, should not cast a descending shadow upon the lower portion of the community, and the peasants, it must be remembered, had not even the incentive of liberty to ennoble their ideas of life. Marie was no better than they and had besides received into her mind all the debasing influence of court life at Versailles. She was a girl of more than ordinary good looks, and of course had received a corresponding amount from the other sex, in regards to hump.
It so happened that Jean was not troubled with any saintly scruples regarding his affinity, and had indeed conceived a secret longing to screw his sister, which had already tried to make her agree, but without success. Marguerite had her own views; she saw how much the pair were bound up with herself in an awkward secret, and she never permitted any scruples to oust her from her purpose when once conceived.
Taking therefore the greedy stare of the naked, big dicked coachman for a good sign, she dragged the girl forward, and seizing her hand, placed it upon the slick half turgid shaft of her brother. The latter, catching the idea and burning to satisfy his uncompleted enjoyment, not only furthered the proceedings of the Countess, but drawing Marie towards him, kissed her repeatedly upon the mouth, as his prick swelled in his sister's soft hand.
"Come, Marie," said her mistress, "no shyness and no modesty. Jean is yet unsatisfied, a pretty girl like you will not do him any harm. See what a state his tool is in!"
Between them they hustled her to the couch. She was too frightened of the Countess to offer any serious resistance. In another second the brutal rustic, who seemed to think the affair an excellent joke, had turned her skirts up over her large breasts and left exposed her young and well formed lower limbs. The Countess aided him, encouraging him by her voice and example. Then brandishing his cock, which had never lost the evidence of its virility, he advanced to the incestuous attack, half drunk with lust and the excitement of this new object. Thus the group of three struggled together, surging sometimes to one side and sometimes to the other, as the fierce Jean strove to effect his purpose. At length a favorable opportunity presenting itself, he drove forward sinking the head of his huge, wet prick between the lips of his sister's cringing pussy. About four inches of his sinful rod disappeared into the helpless cunt, as the naked countess watched eagerly and, with a cry of triumph succeeded in forcing the cunt of his sister to accept his driving shaft to the limit. He was in her so deep that his balls rubbed against her pussy lips and the surrounding pubic hair tickled his dingles.
The Countess stood aside and delightedly watched the operation as the desperate movements of the fellow betrayed his pleasure. Marie, half smothered by his weight and frightened almost out of her senses, offered no opposition, and her incestuous brother, labouring to complete the business, ended in a groan of delight as he felt the final moment seize upon his senses and he ejaculated a flood of semen into his sister's sex-passage. Having discharged to his complete satisfaction, he withdrew from his sister's hole and hastily covered his reeking prick and balls.
The two women then made haste to get rid of the peasant, the Countess promising him a speedy renewal of their obscene pleasures and his sister reproaching him for his unnatural act, while at the same time secretly relishing the hot pleasure of it. She still tingled from the screwing as she felt the flow of her brother's come dribbling out of her hole and down her legs in a gooky flow, for he had indeed shot a hefty wad into her.
The wanton Countess was physically and mentally sated and smugly secure in the knowledge that the sensual and voluptuous maid would by no means relate the shameless happenings which took place now that Marie had been thoroughly fucked by her own brother. She couldn't very well have the world know of her incestuous shame.