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greater friendship for me on the part of Mr. Egerton, who was an
excellent Italian scholar. His wife's intrigue with the Count had also
perfected her, so that when we all four dined together Italian was the
only language spoken among us.
The dear Benson, too, was a perfect mistress of the Count's tongue, as
well she might, having it so often in her mouth; and as it is a soft
language that lends itself to love and lust, it became ours in all our
orgies.
The delicious Frankland, now Mrs. Nixon, returned to town with the
spring. By that time I was established in my chambers in the Inner
Temple, and had them simply furnished, but with every accessory for
love's combats in couples, or in the wildest orgies. The adorable Benson
inaugurated and dedicated them to the service of holy mother Venus and
her son Cupid, as well as the more lustful Eros.
The Egerton and the Count afterwards came to consecrate them to the
worship of Priapus, and we had a most delicious orgy on that sacred
celebration.
It was on this occasion that those two wild lustful creatures insisted on
seeing the Count and me in conjunction together. The Benson guided me
into the Count's bottom, while he was in the bottom of the Egerton, and
the Egerton conducted the Count into my bottom while I was luxuriating
in the delicious arsehole of my adored Benson. It satisfied a longing
desire on their parts to see man with man, and did not displease either
the Count or myself, who, in our secret hearts, had each wished to
possess the other.
The Count was a powerful and very hairy man, and had an especially
very full hairy arsehole, which to me was wildly exciting.
In that I differed from my dear friend MacCallum, who loved bare-arsed
youths with no hair there, telling me that coarse hairy arsed men rather
disgusted him, and although in his wide sodomitic experience he had
had such, it was with a certain repugnance that went against the grain.
In that I differed from him entirely, the hairier and the coarser a man's
arsehole was the more it excited me. In that respect the Count was
exactly to my taste. He was very hairy all up the chink of his arse, and