"Well," said I, "see, her c.u.n.t is reeking with your s.p.u.n.k, so I will first bathe my p.r.i.c.k therein, to make it go easier into your a.r.s.e."
We took up kneeling positions. He filled the delighted c.u.n.t of my wife, and presented his really beautiful a.r.s.e to my raging l.u.s.t. I humoured the entrance a little, but once within over the nut, I plunged recklessly forward, somewhat too roughly, for it made him wince, and he would have escaped from me if he had not been doubly imprisoned. The pause I gave him after being fully engulphed calmed the strange sensation, and we gradually increased our movements until both died away in excessive delight, especially to him, for it was his first experience of la double jouissance, and it gave him such exquisite enjoyment that he begged me not to withdraw, but to run a second course. My darling wife thinking it would increase his lewdness if she changed his p.r.i.c.k from her c.u.n.t to the more divine orifice, withdrew it, and placed it in the grove sacred to the secret rites of Priapus.
He enjoyed the ecstasies of paradise on this last occasion, and we all fell on the bed completely overcome by the soul-killing joys of the discharge, and lay soaking in all the after-pleasure for some time, until my darling wife begged us to relieve her of our overpowering weight. We rose and purified ourselves, and then I posed him standing up, admiring the really fine proportions and beauty of his handsome fair form. I sucked his p.r.i.c.k until it stood, and then told him he must give me the pleasures of the middle, which he was so highly praising as the utmost exquisite enjoyment he had ever experienced.
My darling wife was delighted. She got on her knees. I entered her delicious c.u.n.t in the first bout, and I quickly housed Carl"s p.r.i.c.k in my a.r.s.e.
We ran an exquisite course, and then a second with only a change of my p.r.i.c.k to Florence"s a.r.s.e instead of c.u.n.t. Carl was after this obliged to leave us, as the morning was getting on.
I sent him away the happiest of men by telling him as long as he placed his a.r.s.e at my disposal, he should have my wife always at the same time.
Thus we had secured another fine p.r.i.c.k to our general orgies. We told the Grandvits of our fortunate trouvaille.
Monsieur made some difficulty about his being a servant, and the fear of discovery of our orgies through his indiscretion; but hearing that he was much superior to a servant he consented to his introduction.
After they had seen and admired him, they expressed their extreme satisfaction at the result of his joining us-for both Madame and Grandvit loved to have him into all their orifices. We could now f.u.c.k both women at once, and the double pleasure could be given to either s.e.x without there being any outsider.
Every third night they slept in our hotel, and that night we never ceased conjunctions in every variety, with pauses for refreshment, purification, pleasant bawdy talk, fun, and frolic. For a month longer this delicious existence lasted, and then it was time for us to proceed southward. We parted from the Grandvits with much regret, but promised to return in the spring and visit them at their country house. I may here add that we did so, and enjoyed our visit to the utmost; and, in the second year of our absence, they accompanied us into Germany, where at last we left dear Carl. He had begged us to let him go as my valet with us to Italy.
His intended stay in Paris was within a month of its termination; he wrote to his father that the opportunity of travelling through Italy under the offer we had made was too advantageous to be lost. His father consented, and thus for eighteen months he was our constant companion and partic.i.p.ator in all our lascivious conjunctions.
Carl accompanied us to London on our first return home, and resided with us for three months. I told the Benson and the Egerton of our good fortune in discovering him, and the exquisite addition to our party of us and the De Grandvits he had been.
They were instantly alive to the delight of possessing him.
I had continued the occupation of my chambers in the Temple, in which Harry Dale still resided; it was there we erected our altar to the Apostrophian Venus, and held our orgies.
Carl delighted our old friends, who were never tired of having him one way or another, while Harry or I administered to the double jouissance.
A new p.r.i.c.k to a woman is like a fresh c.u.n.t to a man, and for the time gives additional zest to the l.u.s.t which rages in us. So it is with the darling Benson and the lovely Egerton. They revelled in the possession of Carl. They knew they could only have him but a short time, and they made the most of him.
My beloved wife, with that kindly consideration for every one which distinguished her, quite abandoned Carl to these two dear insatiable c.u.n.ts, and contented herself with presiding over our orgies, dictating new and exciting poses to our two friends, leaving Carl and me to their embraces, and consoling herself with a f.u.c.k now and then from Harry Dale, when we two were simply f.u.c.king each his dame. She told them, "I can have Carl and Charlie whenever I like at home, so must leave them to you for the three months that Carl can only give us."
We met thrice a week. My wife used to drive to the dear creatures and take them up, the husbands being much gratified at the affection shown by my wife to them, and never having the slightest suspicion of the object my wife had in taking them out. As to our own servants they knew the chambers belonged to their master, and they knew we lunched there, but they never imagined their mistress would take ladies to share in their master"s embraces. So that we carried on our intrigue in perfect safety and impunity.
It was a sad day when we left with Carl, who never again returned to England. Our darling companions had become much attached to him, and parted with close embraces, and with bitter tears bade him adieu.
We parted from him at Frankfort, where his father, retiring to a country life, left him proprietor of a capital hotel, to which in after-years we often resorted when going to and from the German spas, and always stayed some days to renew the orgies we all so loved. His love for my adored wife"s c.u.n.t endured for ten or twelve years, when an advantageous marriage softened it, perhaps more through the jealousy of his wife who, suspecting, caused us to desist from using his hotel. He had also got a family of a boy and two girls growing up, which completely ended our acquaintance.
To return to the time of our conducting him to Frankfort with the Grandvits, they afterwards accompanied us in a tour in Switzerland, but left us at Sion, when we turned our steps across the Simplon to Italy.
We were invited by our friend the Count to visit him for a month at his old castle in the hills of San Giovanni, overlooking all the ground of Bonaparte"s earlier battles in his first Italian campaign.
We followed the right bank of Lake Maggiore to Arona and Allessandria, and thence by Acqui gained the castle of the Count on the hill above. It was situated in the midst of glorious scenery. From the summit of a hill near the glorious line of the Alps could be seen Monte Rosa, Mont Blanc, Mont Cenis, Monte Giovi, and thence round the Apennines, while the Gap leading to Savona gave a view of the sea, the southern suburb of Genoa, and the line of coast leading to Spezia.
It was a glorious view, and we often directed our steps to the summit from whence it was seen during our month"s stay with our loved and delightful host.
His old castle was only partially ruinous, but quite habitable. However, his father had built a comfortable house in the garden, at the base of the rock.
The castle crowned a perfect perpendicular detached ma.s.s of rock, half round which rushed a mountain torrent, the approach being a very steep zigzag with now ruinous defences, a very steep and difficult ascent. It is true from a low entranced cave at the foot a secret stair led up from the garden, of which I shall have more to say in relating some incidents of the Count"s earlier history, as confessed to us in our close and intimate intercourse.
We were warmly welcomed by our dear friend, who, leading us to our rooms, had a rack-off of his waste steam in the ever delicious c.u.n.t of my loved wife, who, it will be recollected, had a great penchant for the Count, when she used to prefer him at our Percy Street orgies. When the Count retired, I plunged my excited p.r.i.c.k into the balmy bath he had prepared for me in my wife"s c.u.n.t, f.u.c.king her fast and furiously the instant he retired, a change she loved above all things; this calmed us for the moment, and enabled our waiting for night.
We had expected to find a young sister of the Count with him but at our orgy at night he told us that since his return home he had had this sister, and that in fact at that moment she was staying with an accoucheuse at Turin, and he expected to hear of her delivery by every post. We congratulated him on finding so delicious a bit of incest to his hand on his return to his country.
"Ah!" said he, "it is much more delicious than you think."
"Indeed, how is that?"
"She is my own daughter as well as sister."
"What a delicious idea!" cried I, "what a c.o.c.kstand, and what a f.u.c.k it must have been to you! But you must have had your own mother to bring about such a delicious result. Do let us hear all about it, my dear Count, it will excite us all to renewed efforts, as incest always does."
This conversation occurred during a long pause we had made in our first night"s orgy when quietly seated after purification, restoring our powers with Champagne and some slight refreshments prepared by our host for the occasion. We had already had three hours of the most delicious f.u.c.king in every possible combination, being all, especially the Count, fresh and in excellent order for a thorough excess. So we all were glad of a respite, and listened to the exciting story of the Count"s delicious double incest. As we did not hear all at that sitting, I will finish an account of our doings, and then give a connected narrative or sketch of that strange intrigue, and some other of his earlier escapades, merely adding that his account of his affair with his mother set us all off in such an excitement of l.u.s.t, followed by such an excess of f.u.c.king in bouts of double jouissance, in which not only my adored and most lascivious wife came in for her full share, but both the Count and myself enjoyed the double bliss in our turn. We carried on to such an excess that we were quite knocked up, and were so overpowered with sleep the next evening that by common consent we quietly went to bed, and deferred till morning any fresh deeds in the fields of love and l.u.s.t.
We found this so refreshing to our powers of f.u.c.king that we regularly adopted the system of lying fallow the earlier portion of every other night.
We pa.s.sed a most agreeable time with walks and rides through the lovely scenery, and explorations of the old castles.
The Count himself had two, but the one immediately above his house was by far the most interesting and was the original seat of his ancestors, wild robber barons of their day; and a black deed was reported in the traditions of the peasantry around.
The castle, although in a valley between the hills, stood on a high perpendicular isolated rock some hundred-and fifty feet above its base; it was crowned with a very high building to make up for want of s.p.a.ce at the foundation, and had besides a very lofty and bold round tower, rising high enough above the sides of the valley to serve as a lookout beyond them. The habitable part was reached from the main gate by a steep stair, at one of the landings was a trap door opening upon a profoundly deep shaft; tradition said that this was a trap for personal enemies, who, on pretence of reconciliation were invited to the castle; on pa.s.sing over the trap it opened, and they were precipitated to the bottom. It was the common tradition of the peasantry that wheels with scythes attached chopped them to pieces at the bottom.
It is a curious fact, and one showing how tradition may preserve a truth where least expected. Our friend the Count for six months lay hidden in the secret recesses of this old castle at the time a price was set on his head for treason. This had led him to all sorts of explorations, in which he had discovered many hiding places.
Knowing of this tradition about the cutting up of bodies at the bottom of this deep shaft he got his two younger brothers to let him down by a long cord, and really found the remains of machinery and wheels with rusty blades attached.
After he had finally escaped, a more regular search was made, and it was discovered that a communication with the torrent on a former higher level had let the water pa.s.s underneath the castle, and turn a water wheel which cut up the bodies and made them float away by the outlet. Human skulls and bones were found, singularly verifying the truth of tradition.
At the time the Count was a fugitive hiding therein, the old apartments were used as a granary to store the rent in kind of his father"s tenantry. As there were suspicions of his having taken refuge here, the place had been two or three times ransacked by the police without their discovering him-thanks to the ingenious hiding places he had discovered.., But for this very reason every precaution had to be taken, and no beds, bedding, or plates, knives, chairs, or tables were there; he slept on the corn, spread three feet thick on the floor, or sat on it when tired. His mother, with provisions under her petticoats, would saunter in the garden, and, when un.o.bserved, slip into the low cavern and ascend by the secret stairs, and seated on the corn by his side, would wait until he had done, to take everything away, and leave not a trace of any one being provisioned up there. These details are explanatory of what follows. The Count had been one of the Royal Guard for two years at Turin, and being a handsome young fellow, had as much f.u.c.king at command as he could wish for. When shut up for months in his asylum the pa.s.sions that had been kept under by constant gratification began to torment him; from the loopholes of the castle he could see the peasant women working on the mountainside, and, in stooping, showing their legs even up to the bare skin, and this used to drive him mad with desire. He did not frig himself, but at night stole down to the garden, secured a large pumpkin or two, took them up to his retreat, cut small holes in their sides, and then thrust his stiff-standing p.r.i.c.k into them, forcing the hole to the size of his p.r.i.c.k, and then working the pumpkin with both hands till he spent deliciously; he used to get six or seven f.u.c.ks in these artificial c.u.n.ts, then throw away the finished one on the torrent side of the castle. This was so far a relief, but his l.u.s.t grew fiercer every day, and on one occasion became uncontrollable.
His mother, who had married at fifteen, was now a fine ripe woman in her thirty-sixth year. One day, after setting down the things she had brought up, she lifted her outer gown that she might not show she had been sitting on corn; the Count was already seated much below her body on the low corn. His mother accidentally on this occasion drew up all her clothes, showing the whole of her fine a.r.s.e, and in stooping backwards to seat herself all her fine hairy and gaping c.u.n.t was visible to his lower sight. This was too much for the Count, in a moment his p.r.i.c.k sprang to the fiercest stand, he instantly unb.u.t.toned his trousers; his mother finding she had brought her bare a.r.s.e onto the corn, leant over on the side opposite to her son to tuck her petticoats under her a.r.s.e, but the Count seized her round the waist with one arm, with his body pressed on her already bent body, forced her quite down on her side and was into her c.u.n.t up to the hilt, he thrust it up so fiercely as not only to make her shriek with surprise, but also with pain. She struggled to be free, but was held down with all the energy of his ferocious l.u.s.t. Very few thrusts in and out were required to bring down the first rush of his sperm; this lubricated her c.u.n.t, his p.r.i.c.k never, yielded, but stood as stiff as ever, and with hardly an instant"s pause he recommenced a more delicious action than the previous one. His mother, however, was much distressed in mind at the first horror of the incest, but being a ripe woman of hot lubricity, could not feel a fine p.r.i.c.k deliciously belabouring her c.u.n.t without having her l.u.s.t excited in spite of herself. As all pain of the unprepared forcing of her c.u.n.t had pa.s.sed away, and the plentiful rush of her son"s s.p.u.n.k lubricated all the pa.s.sage, she soon could not control her pa.s.sions, and seconded him with an art which left nothing to desire. His long deprivation fired him to unusual efforts, and he f.u.c.ked her five times before he withdrew.
When she sat up she said, "Oh! Ferdinand, what have you done! How could you do so? Violate your own mother. It is dreadful."
The poor Count, seeing her much distressed, burst into tears, threw his arms round her neck, and weeping told her he could not help it.
She patted his head, and said. "Poor fellow, poor fellow."
On this he lifted his head to kiss her. She, too, wept, and they mingled tears and caresses together; this almost instantly restored his p.r.i.c.k to its pristine stiffness. He bent his mother back on the corn, and although she resisted a little, and said it was too dreadful his wanting to commit such a sin again, she opened her legs when he got over her, and did not prevent his pulling up her petticoats.
He was into her this-time-well-moistened and really longing c.u.n.t, for her pa.s.sions were now become lascivious.
Thrice more did he f.u.c.k her, each time more delicious than the others, and in all seconded by the most splendid action of his mother"s a.r.s.e, and the most exciting pressures of the inner folds of her really delicious c.u.n.t.
At last she left him, but after so delightful a commencement every day saw a renewal of these delicious encounters.
His mother proved an adept in every resource of l.u.s.t. Being a splendidly made woman, and salacious in the extreme, when once she had given way to her lubricity, she indulged in every whim of l.u.s.t. She always, after a few days" f.u.c.king, came very lightly dressed, with no stays or other enc.u.mbrances, so that they used to strip and f.u.c.k at ease in every way. The Count a.s.sured us that much as he had since enjoyed some of the finest women, never had one given greater pleasure than his delicious, lewd, and salacious mother, doubtless the fact of it being incest added to the usual gratification given by a ripe, well-made, luscious-c.u.n.ted woman.
After the first week of their delicious encounters, his mother said to him, "My dear Ferdinand, we are very imprudent, you may get me with child if we do not adopt precautions. Your father does not wish to have any more children, and takes care not to get them."