Chapter 5

This hidden wedding, the secret marital joining of the Duke was a political necessity. Although his love was clear to his heart and the fruits of their physical love was a boy-child, his sweetheart was of inferior blood and station and therefore doomed. All this, the Countess, our narrator was unaware of. So devoted, however, was the mother of this boy, so reliant on the honour and the repeated promises of her husband, that the fond mother died in the full persuasion that her son would one day in herit the great possessions of her high born lover, and share the dignities of his birth and position with his elder sister.

So indeed it would have been, so far as could be seen, without the Royal sanction, which, in the latter case, it would not have been difficult to obtain; King Louis was a notorious lecher, and the solicitation of the beautiful sister would have been sufficient, with perhaps a petit sacrifice on the part of her female honour to the will of the licentious monarch.

But such a course was out of the question. There is an old adage which says: "One cannot blow hot and cold."

We are rather inclined to believe one can, at least under certain circumstances, but in the present instance we will admit its validity. The Countess Marguerite had chosen her course, -not perhaps, as we have seen, without a struggle, -and the very! breath of the hot blast she had blown had effectually prevented any other and more natural course from entering into her consideration. She could not betray herself: to do so would not only be to give up her own position, but to renounce her love, and in the end, to damn herself with an infamous crime, compared to which, the extirpation of the peasants was as nothing.

For Marguerite, since her independence had commenced, had, truth to say, not taken the same care to conceal her sexual affair with the Page, as previously, and already the fact was freely whispered about among the household.

But while the clever discovery of her parent's secret, arising out of the Countess's personal perusal and superintendence of his papers, enabled her to suppress the surprising fact of his having left an heir, it left her with a troubled mind that by some means or other the truth might some day leak out. Her ready wit, however, here came to her aid; a double incentive to indulge her amour presented itself, her love would continue to receive its gratification, and the means would be provided to keep Roland always near herself.

And here another proverb, originally French, used by the fair Journalist herself, and adopted into English, is quoted by her:

"The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat!"

That the meat was sweet of which the conspirator had tasted, she admitted to herself there was no doubt. As she abandoned herself to this licentious consideration, she lost all feeling of restraint, and while admitting that it was very "near the bone" indeed, she determined to surrender herself to the incestuous amour, realizing its full force, like a true epicure, the zest which the proximity engendered.

And so it happened, that, lost to every consideration except the voluptuous sensuous gratification of her own lust, she again admitted the handsome Page, and satiating herself with his young and vigorous charms which consisted of his teen-aged but well endowed prick and matched pair of sperm factories and of which her hands and mouth couldn't get their fill of his hefty genitals. Enjoying his embraces in every posture and erotic position that occured to their erotically inflamed imagination, she gave full sway to her rebellious passions, and flinging aside all consideration of modesty, commenced a life of unbridled depravity.

"I stripped off all my clothes, I made Roland equally naked. I toyed with his erected pecker, and made him approach me with his pointing prick gradually, when he had fully entered my throbbing pussy, I shut my eyes and the realities of my amour, exciting further my imagination, added piquancy to these enjoyments as he finished with a shower of seminal fluids. At other times I made him lie upon his back and striding across his white body, I allowed myself to sink my cunt lips slowly upon his shaft letting his stiff, unruly cock pass into the tunnel to its utmost extent. In this position I enjoyed the view of his grimaces and contortions, as I pumped from him the divine seminal essence of his being, as he tugged on my dangling titties. If his person was replete with charms for me, and his pecker beautiful to view in all conditions, his hot slick seed was to my mouth a nectar of the gods, and its taste and odour inexpressibly exciting to my nervous organization, I wallowed in it and no drop ever returned from my lips oral or pussy when once it had passed them. We had become mutually addicted to this pleasure; he himself proposed it, and thrusting an incredible length of his penis down my throat, he there discharged a torrent, -not one drop of the sweet slimy milky fluids of which I rejected.

Our intimacy had now endured for some weeks, and the novelty of our fucking had somewhat worn off. Ever inclined to fresh indulgences, I thought I detected an inclination in my young lover towards the beauties of my posteriors. So far from seeking to dissuade him, I indulged him whim, and directing his potent shaft well lubricated, suffered him to insert its gleaming head within the forbidden route of pleasure! Pressing, pushing and gently insinuating his stiff column with half its length, he entered my anal passage and we added Sodomy to our delicious crime. Roland lay sighing, his head upon my naked shoulder, his hot breath on my neck, his spittle on my back. With his hand passed in front he excited further my swollen hole, and keeping a gentle, throbbing tickling pressure all the time, he at length introduced the whole length of his large cock into my eager arsehole.

To say that I enjoyed, conveys only a feeble idea of the tumult of my feelings. At first the pressure was acute. I clenched my teeth and dug my nails into the pillows. Nothing, however, disconcerted my straining hero. I felt his pecker throb and stiffen yet more in the tight sheath of my arse; the tickling of his active finger on my bursting cunny calmed my alarm. Presently the pleasure rose triumphant; his hand in my vulva produced cries of pleasure, I gave up my plump, creamy posteriors to his thrusts, and, plunged therein to the hilt, he filled my guts (literally "entrails") with a boiling flood of hot sperm, and not until my spincter had milked every seminal drop from the love-lance did I allow him to withdraw the now limp, slick-coated rod.

Roland's gratitude was endless, and laying me upon my soft bed, he parted my thighs, and his long and burning kisses between them fully repaid me for my sacrifice. His lips and tongue disappeared into my cunt-cavern and quickly amassed my climactic treasure of hot release.

The Countess, however, soon began to find the pleasures of their liaison required a stimulant; apparently imperceptibly to herself, her passions, fanned into a furious flame by indulgence, had reached a point, when the ordinary resources of sexual gratification failed to provide a new sensation. Even the stimulant of her recent amour began to lose its effect. She endeavored to render the boy as salacious as herself. He needed little urging. Their first outburst of mutual affection past and spent by overindulgence, their ideas became irregular.

"I wish I could know who first ventured into your pretty pussy, what bee first deposited his hot cockcream there," sighed Roland, one evening, as after one of our usual encounters, we lay and took breath.

"Which hole do you intend, my darling boy? You forget that your question is a little indefinite. I have several, from all of which you have plucked the honey, with your busy tongue or busier cock."

"Yes, -and will again, my sweet; -but what I like best is this area between your thighs," and his hand rendered explanation unmistakable.

"Oh! you are too inquisitive." His fingers tickled the pubic hairs, surrounding the musky love-lips.

"But still I should like to know," persisted the youth. "I wish I could have peeped through the keyhole."

"You do, -you would have been jealous."

"Of course I should, I know that; -but, still I think I should have liked to have peeped in, just out of curiosity."

"Ah, Roland, so you would not be jealous now, if you peeped through the key-hole and saw -what?"

"I don't say that, but I think that, even if I was inclined to be jealous at first, and on finding what was going on secretly and unknown to me, it would be different if I knew your desires, was made aware of your wishes, and believed that an indulgence such as we have often talked of would afford your delight, and even that my connivance would make you love me the more; no, -I do not think I should be jealous now granting all that. I am too much of a sensualist, such as you have made me, to care for the outward rendering up of your charms, provided I possess your heart."

"Do you mean to say that you would like to see me render my person up to another while you looked on? -salacious boy, I see your eyes sparkle, -I know you would enjoy the view."

"I have more than once told you my pet idea. I dreamed it once and should like to put it into practice."

"I know it, Roland, you would like to unsex yoursel and, if not to enjoy by yourself, you would like to do so by proxy. I see you, my wicked, little devil watching all the preliminaries, arranging the details and finally delivering me over to the executioner."

The effect of this conversation was plainly apparen upon the sensitive cock of Roland. The Countess who had for some time been training him in these lewd notions, watched the result with delight.

"Well, Roland, since we are both determined to drink to the full in the cup of love's delights, let us no hesitate to make the best of our times -I wil prostitute you, and you, shall prostitute me, and our pleasures shall rival each other."

The reply of Roland was a prolonged thrust witl his prick into my cunny and the conversation became incoherent in an agony of mutual cries, which were stilled only when he came twice inside, the first time even as his seminal spurts raced into my love garden his dick was still hard so he left it inside my warm smoking sheath for a head start, and his dong actually hardened still implanted half way inside my happy cunt. From then on our humping and pumping brough the dear boy to another finish, his second ejaculation adding their hot juices to the already copious amoun already deposited in my box.

An interval of only a few days elapsed after the foregoing conversation, when all having been arranged, the Countess gave her consent to the entertainment. At the hour assigned, Marie let in through the private entrance a certain stalwart peasant selected by herself with the assistance of Roland. The latter, transformed for the occasion into a tall, good-looking girl and appropriately costumed, awaited with the Countess the arrival of the peasant.

When it is considered that the inmates of the Palace numbered over one hundred and fifty, it will be readily understood that anything like a guess at the truth, as to the identity of the Countess who always appeared veiled, was a very unlikely thing indeed for such a person as this illiterate peasant. The man had been selected from among a number of others for certain reasons which will presently appear, and because he was a wrestler and a first cousin of the unfortunate Pierre, and therefore a fine fellow.

Could it be that the lewd Countess took a secret delight in remembering the relationship, and that it was to exercise an influence on her secret enjoyments! Be that as it may, this peasant by name Laciste, was a fine specimen of the French peasant, with his broad shoulders, large coarse limbs, and flowing, curly locks. Withal, Laciste had a good humor, rather stupid look; but if his intelligence was small, he promised much from his heavy, muscular build, while a certain motion of his mobile lips, his open nostrils and twinkling eyes betrayed a temperament at once active and voluptuous. Besides, did he not well know why he had been summoned?

Marie, herself only half dressed, brought Laciste into the presence of her mistress and the young Page.

A snifter of good cognac soon put the peasant more at his ease, and as he got warm in the luxurious apartment, he began to reciprocate the wanton frivolities of the waiting-maid, who did what she could to reassure him.

But as Laciste became warm, so his heavy clothing began to incommodate him, and Marie and Roland made no trouble in delivering him of it. This action brought his great, muscular limbs into view, for his underclothing was deficient both of leggings and sleeves.

Meanwhile the Countess Marguerite, negligently reclining on a luxuriant couch, exchanging whispers with Roland, watched the undressing of the peasant with lascivious eyes, in which the lurid light of diabolical lust could be traced. Her lips grew hot and dry, her nostrils quivered and her limbs twitched and worked in a way that was plainly indicative of her emotions. Hitherto she had been a passive spectator.

Laciste, however, with the instinct of a hawk searching out his prey, easily recognized that she was the principal object at whose instance he had been summoned, and accordingly he lavished on her beautiful body his chief attention. But this was not all: from time to time the peignor of the lady opened as she moved her limbs and shifted her position, and within the opening Laciste saw a wealth of delicate, creamy flesh, which was quite enough to set his desires in motion.

"So, this is the entertainment you have provided for me, Roland?" murmured his beautiful mistress. "I should be ungrateful indeed if I did not fully reciprocate your kindness. What limbs your giant possesses, what strength, what suppleness of joints! He is a wrestler, you say? He exhibits his great power by throwing to the ground great, strong fellows like himself, ah, I relish that, Roland, he shall try his art on me. I will wrestle too with your giant, and you shall see I shall conquer, for with me his strength will be spent in vain, I shall employ only the artifice of love, and he will go down at my feet, whether he will or not, -a humble slave to the delights I shall have in store for him."

"No doubt, my mistress, he will prove no match for your sweet, agile arts, your soft blandishments, your refinements of voluptuousness."

"No, Roland, my beloved, you have brought me the material of love, you alone are the soul, the vital part. I shall make use of the instrument and I shall acknowledge, all the time I enjoy, that it is you, you alone, who gave, who double your own power by thus affordinga medium."

The Countess paused, she regarded the stalwart proportions of the wrestler with admiration, her lips quivered, her whole form seemed to radiate a luxuriance of perfumed diablerie very well in accord with her character. Her eyes grew brighter even than their wont; a sort of agitation, evident only to a close observer, pervaded her frame; her breath came in short, spasmodic sobs; she moved her hands hither and thither in the air as if invoking some invisible power. Then again she spoke:

"Stand up before me, 0 Laciste, that I may see thee," she cried, in the dialect of the peasant, but with a rhythm and a force which made all tingle again as she spoke: "I would see thee in thy might, as thou goest forth to do battle with thy opponents. Hast thou not overthrown many men? Hast thou not made them bite the dust by the sheer force of thy limbs? And now, Laciste, terrible in thy encounters, wilt thou try conclusions with me? See," she cried, casting off her flowing robe and raising her body naked as a baby to its full height: "Am I not worthy of thy prowess? Do you think you can vanquish me as you have vanquished men? No. Laciste, but I will vanquish thee: -by the power of love and luxury you shall go down. -Yes, to my very feet." Her voice here rose to a pitch of harshness, then plaintively she added, "0, Laciste you shall wanton in the raptures of Paradise, -that Paradise of which the Prophet thought and wrote." Here her voice sank lower and lower, while a strange light, like the light of those who see afar and speak of that which is not present, shone steadily in her lustrous eyes. "You shall enjoy the raptures of the angels, here in my arms, -in my bosom, I will receive thee, -I will embrace thee, -Laciste." Lower still her voice became, while the peasant, understanding the sense of her rhapsody and only too willing to profit by his position, slowly approached. "I will entertain thy with my body, I will consume thee in my lust, thou shalt enter the gates where men love to enter, and I will not refuse thy desires. The breath of thy hot kisses shall be as scent of roses to me, thy movements of passion, shall be as the rippling of a softly falling brook. Laciste! thy fierce desires shall dominate me, thy strength and thy power shall sway me. I will let thee bathe me in the torrents of thy pleasures, I will submit myself to the indulgence of thy most secret wishes. But I will subdue thee, Laciste, Laciste!"

As already said, the Countess had thrown away her only covering, a rich mantle of satin, trimmed with furs, and she reamined thus, quivering in the naked aroused excitement of her impassioned apostrophe; but gently and almost without her knowing it, Roland 3nd Marie had again robed their lovely mistess from the lascivious gaze of Laciste. While she continued speaking, the peasant, struck with a certain awe at her rapid and impassioned delivery, impressed by her transcedent beauty of person and naturally longing for a closer acquaintance with her charms, pressed gradually nearer, encouraged by her gestures, wherein he beheld less of modesty than of ardent desire on her side.

The light remaining raiment of the wrestler permitted a perfect display of his powerful limbs, and as his drawers were short and the only covering about his thighs was a thin cotton shirt, it commenced to bulge out in front with a phallic protuberance which astonished all present at its monstrous length.

He was already in front of the couch whereon the Countess had again thrown herself, and within reach of her outstretched arm. She had noticed his erected cock, and insinuating her small palm under his drawers, she quickly laid hold of the magnificent cock which had attracted her attention. A glow of luxurious delight spread itself over her features as she realized the existence of a prick of ponderous length and thickness, stiffly erect and menacing and which Laciste, driven to his wit's end, with desire, attempted in vain to keep within bounds. Her eyes also took in the huge dangling ballocks completely parted from his scarlet shaft, in all their lewd and matched glory.

A sort of murmuring confusion arose among those present; Marie, no less delighted than her mistess, shared her pleasure. The Countess cast a side glance at Roland. She saw he was troubled, she smiled and beckoned him with her irresi stable sweetness of approach.

"See, my Marie," I said to her, "a creature of the sex you desire. Observe this object with attention, it is long and thick as a carriage pole, its purple head is on fire with the desire to mingle with us. Its head is a symbol of the hot need which tingles in its length; yes, my dear girl, it is with an instrument such as this you must be perforated; you will see me suffer, but you will also know that I enjoy. Then will be your turn to surrender your pretty person and to submit your hitherto untouched charms to his mercy."

Here Marie began to titter. I watched Roland; his smile and wanton looks told me his depravity was equal to the occasion.

"Oh! Madam," the youth exclaimed in a feigned voice, "must that horrid thing fuck Marie, and perchance myself as well? Indeed, I cannot bear that," and putting his hands before his face, he pretended to be completely abashed and frightened.

However, I insisted on his holding Laciste's huge cock in his own grasp, and nothing unwilling, he fingered and fondled his balls and extension to his heart's delight. Meanwhile I made the peasant sit by my side and gave him a handsome gown to throw around him. I was determined not to bring on a climax of enjoyment too soon.

Laciste, big and stupid as he was, had not the brutal air of the ordinary peasant. His eyes were soft and kind, and his movements were unconstrained and gentle. He seemed delighted to find himself, as it were, in a new world, and that one of luxury and sensual enjoyment, and he appeared to resign the good fortune which had befallen him, with remarkable equanimity.

Caressing the enormous right hand of Laciste, I brought it softly towards me and deposited it, trembling with happiness, upon my twin titties. My Atlas was half subdued already. The touch of my shapely, white breasts seemed to electrify him; he moved his wanton hand about them, feeling, moulding, pressing, until stirred by an irresistible impulse, he attempted to drive it lower and lower, and would hardly content himself with the soft contact of my belly and below.

Then I bade Roland quit his hold upon the huge prick for I was too jealous myself of his interference, and again I seized in my warm grasp this huge specimen of erectile manhood. It throbbed and stretched itself in reddish glory in my hand as I wrapped my flexible fingers around the purple head, parting the large piss head which moistened in his excitement. Laciste showed his appreciation of my dainty touches by sundry sighs and symptoms. He appeared scarcely able to contain himself with longing to satisfy his craving passion to ejaculate in my hand.

I was almost overcome myself with fierce desire to enjoy him. Curbing, however, my impatience, I paused awhile the better to examine the wrestler they had brought to me. I noted well his broad chest, his strong, sinewy arms, singularly clear of the hirsute character which is so ordinary a feature among our peasantry. Above all his unusual specimen of a prick and the dangling pair beneath was perfect in form, and its strength and elasticity while erect were such that it carried me beyond myself to look upon it.

I felt I could not continue this passive part much longer. At a sign from me they threw off the rest of Laciste's clothing, and he stood absolutely naked before me. Oh! the sight of that terrible naked, lusting cock! I shuddered with impatience as I once more cast off my robe, and seizing my Atlas in my tender embrace, we sank together on the soft and yielding couch.

Laciste's hand now roved at will. It required no guidance to search out the pussy spot of his desires. Meanwhile my lips sought his, and we mingled our impatient kisses. Roland placed himself close at my side and watched us with a flushed face and burning cheeks.

The wrestler was upon me, his big chest covered my neck and face. I felt his pecker hot and stiff, pushed against my pussy lips. I thought the juncture of our bodies could never take place; at length my pink cunt lips yielded, the gigantic cock glided into me, tearing, rendering, bestowing pain and pleasure together, until I felt that Laciste had introduced his organ to the root, and was enjoying me with a fierce energy I had never experienced. Roland was kissing one of my hands, thrown out to him for that purpose, and I became also aware that his own treacherous fingers were closely engaged where the juncture of my body to that of the peasant was effected.

"Ah! my friend!" I cried, "you make me suffer, but you give me also pleasure; -go gently, my Laciste, -so, -bear up to me, -thrust not so hard, -ah! you are too large! -too terrible."

More thrusts, more impatient impacts of his vigorous loins, more dreadful efforts on the part of my wrestler; his struggles were those of an expiring swimmer, he panted, he sobbed. Gradually the pleasure grew on me until with a frantic cry I threw out my legs, and for the moment extinguished desire in a thrill of dissolving bliss, as I exhaled my orgasmic mist.

Laciste had not done with me yet.

I felt him still anxious to complete the ecstasy, yet apparently unable from some cause to obtain the necessary impetus. There was no relaxation on his vigoroustparts buried to the hot throbbing balls inside my taut passage -no doubt the compression was too great. I begged him to stop and withdraw; reluctantly he did so, and I beheld his exaggerated cock, red and smoking, covered with the slimy musk of my release, come forth, yet unappeased from my body. Laciste appeared distressed, rather ashamed not to have been more successful. I quickly disabused him of such a sentiment and stimulated him afresh. He entered again with fury, and being well prepared, quickly let loose the fountain of his lust and flooded my cunt with his seed. It seemed his jets would never cease and my innards were drenched with his hot juices.

That evening an obscene orgy was held in the Countess's apartments. Marie was stripped utterly naked, and Laciste let loose upon her. Roland, became completely depraved by the precepts and example of his mistress, was as bad as any of them. Retaining only a light costume, he contrived to conceal his sex, while the wrestler, not understanding the reason of his reticense, and ascribing it to a very different source, followed him incessantly with his solicitations. The Countess Marguerite shared the general debauchery. Two other men were introduced and two beautiful girls, provided by the secret agents of the Countess's private police, were added to the scene of revelry and lust.

These young creatures, beautiful as the day and innocent of any participation in the orgies of the Palace, were immediately the principal attraction of the depraved Roland. In this fancy the Countess encouraged him, and the horrid scene of lascivious iniquity was then enacted.

Bibi, the elder of these two girls, was very fair; a tall, slender, beautiful blonde; her dainty features very regular and statuesque; her long tresses of luxuriant, golden hair were let loose and flowed down her back in heavy masses. Her feet and hands were small and delicately shaped; her age was seventeen.

Fifi, the other girl, was darker and less tall; she had the fresh features of the south, a lovely Marseillaise, whose beauty struck every beholder. She had equally delicate limbs, but more rounded and plump; her age was only fifteen.

The two men were young and robust; they had the strong limbs of the country peasant, and were each about thirty years of age. These two had been selected on account of their superior qualifications for the debauch, and their cocks and the accoutrements were of very large dimensions. They understood the object of their presence. It was not the first time they had been similarly engaged by the Countess.

These seven personages, therefore, formed but one lascivious group to whom was added the wanton maid, Marie.

Roland quickly attached himself to Fifi, who at first took him for a girl. By the Countess's orders they were made to pass into an adjoining cabinet together with Maurice, the fairer of the men. The three had no sooner disappeared than Marguerite, making the other peasant lie on the couch upon his back, diverted herself by striding over him, receiving into her pussy in this position his large and erect curving weapon, while calling Laciste to her side, she grasped his gigantic member in both hands, and balancing herself thus between the two, applied the swollen cock of the latter to her lips and her tongue, tittilated the head.

Thus employed, the Countess and her companions prepared to listen to the proceedings of the others in the cabinet.

They had not long to wait, for very soon the cries and complaints of Fifi told that something was going on to her discontent. In fact, her voice in supplication could be heard, while that of Roland and the peasant were also distinguished, in tones of peremptory demand. More complaints on the part of the little Fifi, fresh demands on that of the men; then a struggle, subdued murmurs, -imprecation in which the voice of Roland was predominant, -then a dull sound of bodies falling on soft, muffling pillows.

Presently a peculiar, sharp cry from the pretty girl, -a loud noise of regular blows, a sort of rapping on the furniture on which the bodies had fallen, subdued cadence of movements fierce and significant, amid which were plaintive sobs from the victim.

"Ah, now she has it, -she has it in her nooky!" whispered the wrestler, whose long, thick limb throbbed under the luscious mouthings of the lewd Countess. "He is into her, -if he has only half the pleasure I am experiencing, he is in Heaven!"

"Yes, it must be so," replied Marguerite, pausing a moment from her work, "Hark, how the furniture rattles, -he takes his time, -his ecstasy gathers apace, the girl is subdued, he is indeed enjoying her! Her body is pierced like mine by the true cock of a man! Hark!"

"Ah, you will kill me, let me go," from Fifi.

More cries, more rattling of the furniture, a confusion of inarticulate sounds which Marguerite well recognized as accompanying the final crisis and discharge of her lover, and then silence.

The Countess knew that if she had emancipated herself from the sentiment of their passion by her own example, the boy Roland had been no less prompt to follow her example.

The fellow beneath the Countess, unable longer to retain his sperm, closed his eyes and gave himself up to a copious ejaculation of his creamy come, which Marguerite received in her vitals with cries of rapture, quite letting her hold on Laciste in her spasm of excitement.

"Fool! thou hast flooded my womb, with thy comings, I am inundated with thy seed," exclaimed the Countess, finding herself released from the potent prick on which she had been sitting. As it lost form, it slid slickly out of her cunt.

Then all rushed in the direction of the cabinet.

Imagine the surprise of Laciste, on entering to find the presented boy panting naked in the after languor of sexual excitement by the side of the ravished Fifi, while his vigorous pecker hardly relaxed from the condition in which he had so lately done such humping, lay moist and smoking upon his belly.

Fifi had fainted. Maurice, in a condition of furious desire, was about to lance inside the prostrate girl; his passions worked up to boiling point by the action of the others. The Countess, however, waved him back, and rushing upon the young Fifi, with indescribably frenzy thrust her face between her plump thighs, while Marie, ever ready to enhance the pleasures of her mistress, held suspended and apart the legs of the victim. And the Countess's lips and tongue disappeared inside the musky-wet privates of the thrashing girl, eagerly sucking and lapping the seminal love-juices of her seducer, inhaling and absorbing the ejaculation fluids.

Laciste and Andre, with mocking laughter threw themselves upon Roland, and dragged him into the salon. There they tore off the scanty remains of his sexual disguise, and delivering him naked to the jutting weapon of Maurice, directed him to take his revenge between the posteriors of the boy. The Countess not withstanding her libidinous employment, hearing the fracas and finding how matters stood, rose and boldly directed Maurice to proceed with his work; at which Laciste, unable to contain himself within view of her lovely person and finding himself behind her, grasping her round the middle and pushing her forward upon an ottoman, impaled her with his enormous cannon before she could well prevent him.

Nothing pleased the boy Roland better than the thoughts of thus unsexing himself, but despite his willingness to comply with the desire of the sturdy Maurice, the size and impatience of the latter prevented the unnatural penetration. At length, success rewarded their efforts, and the youth received in his arse-hole the stiffened cock of Maurice.

No sooner did Marguerite perceive that they were fully engaged, than the lewd sight had so powerful an effect upon her, that, setting out her posterior to the best of her ability, she encouraged and received the passionate thrusts of the wrestler's rocklike cock, crying out to him not to spare her, but to let her feel the whole length of his tremendous organ to the hilt.

But Laciste needed no such stimulant. Holding on to her jutting ass, he drove home his rampant weapon, relishing the soft yielding hole into which his flaming dart was forcing its way. His belly rubbed her buttocks, he could penetrate no further. After a series of delicious movements, in which he dragged her supple form back upon him with each thrust, he put his hard chin on her white shoulder and, ending his struggles, spouted forth a boiling torrent of his seed inside her smoking vitals.

Meanwhile Roland, driven forward by the lecherous attack of his pederastic assailant, stumbled, impaled by his stiff shaft over the ottoman, and lying there, subservient to the perverted attack, permitted Maruice to complete his enjoyment, which the unnatural seducer did with hearty will, his hot spurts jetted from his rectally buried cock into the boy's vitals, a veritable flood of hot come-juice which ran out of his anus when the lance was withdrawn from its deviate target.

A general calm succeeded the violence of the orgy. The little Fifi, attended to by Marie, who supplied all present with a liberal libation of wine and sweetmeats, revived under the attention she received. The Countess enjoyed an interval of well merited repose.

The fair Bibi had so far escaped the salacious attentions of the group. She could not hope long to continue so fortunate.

The Countess, herself, set the example. She extolled her beauty, ran her wanton hands over the young springy breasts and belly of the pretty girl, and finally insisted on placing her utterly naked between the knees of Laciste, after fingering the excited pussy.

"My dear Laciste," she said, "there is food for thy lust, and to spare. See these exquisite breasts, how firm are the nipples, -this belly round and white. Ah! behold these loins graceful and full of suppleness. What exquisite contour around these swelling hips! this mossy mount of Venus! Ah! my Laciste! thou thinkest me jealous, -and seeing thy pleasures, enjoy myself. Plunge your branch between those sweet, pink pussy lips."

Meanwhile the wrestler had drawn the beautiful Bibi towards him and had impudently placed his redoubtable member in her delicate hands. Refreshed by the repose, warmed by the wine and by the provoking nature of the girl's charms, he gave the reins to his desires and commenced to pass his hands freely over her body. As his huge slime-slick limb regained its full dimension or rather distention in Bibi's grasp, its formidable character became apparent again and its crest rose stiffly erect, excited by the timid movements of her hand.

"Put both your little fists upon it, Bibi," cried the Countess, "do you not see that there is space for both hands, and even then that his monster cock is looking out at us above all?"

Andre, following the other's example, seized on the trembling Fifi, and subjecting her to his lewd caresses, appeared equally inclined to renew his enjoyments.

But Laciste was no longer content to let Babi continue her indecent fondlings. He had grown epicure in his lust; she must needs apply her red hps where her hands had pressed and moulded. Notwithstanding her evident repugnance, he insisted on her taking the flaming dick head between them, and pushing as much of his large cock as he could into her mouth without choking her, he allowed himself this wanton pleasure at his ease. Marguerite only encouraging his conduct.

Indeed it seemed as though the Countess took secret delight in further exciting the brutal peasant to the extreme of her ability.

"Place your hands on her buttocks, Laciste, you have never felt such a skin before, -it is satin, you dog, -the girl is made for a king, and she is in your grip. What thighs! what beautiful legs! What a glorious cunt."

The face of the wrestler grew scarlet with lewd desire, his immense cock and balls were at their full distention. Raising the head of the young Bibi, from sucking his rod, he joined his thick lips to hers, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, remained in that posture as if he would exhale her life, keeping his eye the while fixed upon his mistress, as if demanding her permission to go further.

Already his belly rubbed Bibi's, and his stiff pecker was inserted between her pussy lips.

The Countess held in either hand a cock. That of the young Roland throbbed once more in her right, while the weapon of Maurice filled her left; in this position she looked on at the proceedings of Laciste.

With quick perception she understood his doubts, she knew he was boiling with the violence of his desire to screw Bibi, but was naturally afraid to give offence to herself, to whom he looked as the giver of the entertainment. She hastened to undeceive him, and set him at his ease.

"You shall enjoy her, Laciste, you shall lie with her and enter her pussy. Your parts shall know the innermost recesses of her secrets. Take her, strong one, in your powerful arms, spread out her white thighs; the road to voluptuousness is open to you, enter it and be content."

Laciste needed no more. He seized Bibi, and lifting her supple nakedness from the ground in his strong embrace, placed her spraddled as she fell upon a sofa. Without a moment's loss of time, he rushed upon her naked form, and Marie assisting him to open her unwilling thighs, he placed his huge dick in a position to penetrate the vulva of the young girl's parts.

Bibi, although not quite a virgin, quailed before the huge assault. With desperate lunges of his loins, the wrestler attempted to overcome the delicate resistance. Nature herself had considerably conspired to assist him, for in the salacious preliminaries in which she had been engaged, a certain acknowledged excitement had caused a creamy lubrication moisture to pervade her privates. Taking advantage of this, the broad head, well lubricated, tore open a passage, and entering between the vulva, forced the vagina to receive the huge assailant to its full length.

A scream of pressure arose from Bibi, as she felt herself pierced by the fierce prick of the wrestler, who, relishing the tight conjunction of their bodies, now commenced the luxurious game of love.

The sight was too much for the Countess: she put her rosy tongue into Maurice's mouth, and after sucking lascivious kisses in this fashion, she bade him to enjoy her pussy with his own organ.

Seating him upon a couch, she strode across him and received up to her womb the sturdy cock. Whispering to Roland, she directed him to occupy himself with her buttocks, and he, not altogether a novice in such joys, or for the first time sounding this forbidden route, hastened to comply.

"Enter only the portals, my loved one," murmured Marguerite, turning her head to speak to the excited boy, whose cock, ever ready, now pressed against the narrow circular of her anus. "Let but the head of your dear weapon go through.''

"I am there, but I can scarcely restrain myself from pushing right up."

"Feel now, my darling -I work for you, -I can hardly support two such companions and champtions I do my best, -there! feel -þ heavens! What sensation!"

"I feel your pressures now, my treasure! I feel the sphincter muscle powerfully gripping my rod with a series of delicious spasms. Ah, my Marguerite, what pleasure! The head, the shoulders, are within, in thy secret sheath; -the rest is without, but the delight is communicated throughout all." Slowly his cock disappeared into her behind.

The young Countess was thus between the two, and they were, neither of them, mean champions. As for the peasant Maurice, he had never known such pleasure. The beautiful body which rose and fell upon him, whose movements he hastened to meet half way, and whose close pressure brought him to the verge of madness, excited him with a furious mania of enjoyment, and soon, -too soon for the wanton Countess, -he felt the climax of luxury approach and discharged with a low wail of rapture, a flow of hot sperm fluids into her womb.

At this moment the amorous conflict of Laciste with the beautiful Bibi reached the crisis, and she lay, only half conscious, deluged in the viscous liquid evidences of his vigorois manhood.

Meanwhile Andre, by degrees overcoming the resistance of the pretty Fifi, had succeeded in the insertion of his prick and was now labouring with all the frenzy of complete possession to finish the humps for her, with his own ejaculation.

The Countess heard all, -saw all; her senses gratified in every direction. The cries of the ravished Bibi had been as music to her ears and now the sobs and groans of the little Fifi were no less sweet.

Roland still held his place; careful to comply with the desires of his mistress, he had abstained from exerting force and remained, as he had declared, lodged within the portals of her behind. The movements made by his mistress, however, while receiving the hot injection of Maurice, produced so much excitement upon his already highly sensitive penile parts, that he felt his discharge about to come forth, and unable longer to control himself, he buried his pecker with one determined thrust completely into the ass-hole of the Countess, and inundated it with proofs of his vigour, and she received a double drenching of hot, pulsating man-juices.

The couples, now detached from their amorous embraces, gathered around to witness the completion of Andre's ravishment of Fifi. He was in the height of his enjoyment; his heaves, his bounds knew no pity for the gentle girl, who, almost past the knowledge of her sufferings, yielded her pussy to his bestial sex. At length he finished, and with contortions of pleasure pervading his prick, injected a torrent of his seed, into her imprisoned cunt.

With scenes like these the orgy ended, and the Countess Marguerite retaining her beloved Roland, after bidding farewell to her guests, retired for the night to sleep off the effects of her debauch.

Her sated and sexually exhausted orgy guests slowly went their slow ways to their beds of rest to fall into a sex glutted slumber,. Most of the revellers were well lubricated internally with the ejectile orgasmic fluids of the varied revelers.

There was no doubting that the sexually corrupt lechess needed rest and respite after their orgiastic excesses.