Anonymous - Count Alexis

"'Not yet,' she said, 'be patient,' and she rubbed her backside against my appendage. A moment later she let my hand go so as to pass her hands slyly under my balls.

"She finally used her handsome behind so well, that I spent at the moment she was fingering me 'a little all over,' as she called it, to accelerate the matter. Then, turning round, she saw my instrument hanging down. She gave me a malicious look and going after the big dildo, she tied it round my waist. She then used a little ointment on it, and presenting to me her superb doorway, whose proportions I was obliged to admire, asked me to introduce the big thing into it.

"I thought that would be impossible, but she wriggled and pressed against me until she got it almost all the way in. This performance took place on the edge of the bed; she unbuttoned her waist and I could see her alabaster bosoms, white, firm, well developed and nicely separated. I gently rubbed her handsome slit with the enormous tool and she seemed absolutely delirious with pleasure.

"'Open the valve when I tell you,' she murmured, as she continued to play upon it. She had with a sudden movement wound her legs around my waist and seemed to wish to push the dildo up to the handle.

"I never saw so much passion in my life. With her eyes half closed, she seemed to be lost in another world. I stooped over her, squeezed her bosoms which appeared to excite her still more, and finally, as if in agony, she cried out:

"'Let the valve go-let it go!' "I did so, and a copious flow of tepid fluid inundated her handsome cunt. She was still slowly heaving and enjoying this internal 'coit' as I continued the frigging movements with the enormous dildo. Little by little she became more excited and it seemed to me that my pizzle attained the proportions of the big dildo itself. I then slowly untied it and making believe it had slipped out by accident, I introduced my instrument into her loins.

"Her cunt was large but full of voluptuousness and as I shoved my wedge in, I kissed her delicious bosoms, her neck, her belly and then her lascivious mouth.

"She sustained this second assault admirably well and it lasted long.

When she cried out again to let the valve go, I was on hand with a new supply of sperm which appeared to satisfy her.

"She remained unconscious for a few moments, then got up, her face crimson, and her body exhausted. I advised sleep and she answered with a smile that indeed she thought she needed it.

"I dressed myself and took leave of the beautiful Countess after taking a voluptuous kiss from her moist coral lips.

"She offered me her sleigh for my return but as my house was not very far off, I preferred to walk there.

"Two days after this I was awakened by a terrible noise at the door of my room. My servant answered the bell and returned to say that a young girl had introduced herself into the house and refused to leave without speaking to me. I ordered that she come down and to my astonishment, I saw, once more, my little servant girl.

"She looked like a beggar and her garments were in shreds. She finally told me that after my departure she had been so unhappy that she determined to follow me. A little money allowed her to travel in a sleigh part of the way, then her purse being empty, she was obliged to walk the rest of the journey.

"The tortures of all kinds she must have suffered gave me an idea of the strength of her will. The poor little thing acknowledged that she loved me and that she would surely kill herself if I abandoned her. I felt an emotion which was entirely new to me. It was impossible to place her with the other servants and the only thing I could do was to persuade her to go to France with me, where I could put her in a school for a few years.

"Three years have elapsed now and I have had occasion to appreciate the progress which my protege has made in every possible way, in learning and in accomplishments of all kinds.

"When my thoughts turn to her it is like balm to my heart. However, she could not remain in school any longer. The Superintendent wrote me lately that she had nothing more to teach her and a few days ago I gave orders to have her brought here, where she is at present.

"I have had two interviews with Wanda- that is the name I have given her-and her love for me is so intense that I dread to see her.

When I propose to find a husband for her, she goes into hysterics and I had to promise to make no more allusions to her marriage.

"Such is my position, M. Dormeuil, what would you do in my place?"

"I really cannot say, my dear Count. It is most embarrassing. You cannot marry her and you do not wish to make her your mistress."

He seemed for a time lost in a profound reverie and did not reply for a few moments.

"She wishes to see me this evening and I am afraid I may weaken," he said at last. "Let me conduct you, dear friend, to a closet, near her room and if passion should get the best of me, come to my assistance, I pray you."

The greater part of the evening was already spent and we had to hasten our visit to Wanda before she should retire. The Count preceded me and made me enter a closet next to the room, at the door of which he knocked.

"Who is there?" called a fresh young voice.

"It is I, Alexis."

"Ah, at last," she cried, and I heard her run to the door. "How glad I am to see you, I feared you would forget my request."

"You see, do you not, that I have not forgotten it, since I am here."

There was a little hole in the door of my hiding place which seemed to have been made on purpose. I peeped through it and saw her on her knees before him. She implored him to keep her with him; she would be his slave.

She is as handsome as the Count has described her, but taller and more distinguished looking in her white wrapper. As she holds his hands and kisses his face, her expression denotes sincere love. She pulls him towards a large armchair and innocently sits on his knees, as she would have done with her father when a child; while with all the grace imaginable, she tries to extract a promise from him that he will not leave her.

It was too much for my Russian friend to withstand and naturally he seized her head and covered her face with kisses. They are entwined in each other's arms. Their bodies are like one. It would have seemed a crime to me to disturb them, notwithstanding the request made by the Count.

How she twists herself like a snake; now they have fallen pell-mell on a beautiful white bearskin on the floor, and he passes one leg between her naked thighs, and she, following her natural instinct, rubs herself against him.

I could not blame him. As I looked at them, I felt my own prick stiffen up like a poker. When he placed his instrument between her beautiful thighs, I thought he only did his duty, for she was breathlessly wishing for it.

The jerks of the young girl's body became less marked, and all at once she gave a cry of pain! It was only transitory, however, for she entwined herself round the Count more closely than ever. She literally covered his face with kisses and laughed and cried in the same breath.

It is impossible for me see her body with the exception of her thighs which escape her drawers, but that is enough to convince me of the beauty of the rest.

She must have spent several times, although she does not wish to let him go. She has turned over on her side and shows me her back. Her drawers are slightly open and as she pushes with her bottom, I can see her crack with the Count's lance-like prick imbedded in it.

Her backside must be enormous, for it almost splits the delicate envelope that confines it.

The Count has just spent but she still remains sticking to him and does not allow her mouth to leave his for an instant.

I judged that the amorous combat was at an end and in order not to receive any reproaches from the Count, I pretended to be asleep.