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I remember an intrigue I had with an Italian Countess. Her husband, a

tall and very capable man, was an extreme bigot, who thought it deadly

sin to indulge in any caresses or carnal excitement, or even for his wife to

expose any naked flesh to raise concupiscent ideas, so she had to have

her nightgown closed up to her throat, with long sleeves and skirts, in

the centre a slit through which he performed his duty when in want of

relief to himself. He never kissed or embraced her body at any time, but

lay like a log by her side, with his back turned to her. When his own

passions prompted him to fuck, which was very seldom, he was naturally

quite ready and rapidly finished his coup. He used to turn to her, waken

her up with a shake, cry out, "Marietta, porgemi il vaso generative"

(Marietta, reach me the generative vase), upon which she stretched

herself on her back, he got on her without lifting her petticoats or feeling

her cunt, but opening the slit, pointed his prick to her cunt, thrust it up

to the hilt, and being himself in want of spermatic relief, in a very few

strokes spent, just staying in long enough to "piss all his tallow," and

then withdraw, turning his back again to sleep, leaving his wife just

sufficiently excited to have enjoyed it, and thus left her madly longing for

the satisfaction he did not afford. She said he was quite capable, too, of

giving satisfaction if his bigotry had allowed him. We used to fuck at a

tremendous rate, and I always commenced with a "Marietta, Marietta,

porgemi il vaso generative," and then proceeded to fuck and laugh like

mad.

Of course, irritated as her hot passions were by her booby of a husband,

she resorted, not only to me, but to whomsoever she could get to satisfy

the cravings of her irritated cunt.

The Bensons and Egertons again left in the autumn for Rome.

The Frankland, not yet out of her year's widowhood, did not go much

into society, and we saw much more of her than before. She came at least

three times a week to my chambers, when Harry and I gave her the

comfort she so much required; first each fucking her singly twice over,

and then three double-pleasure fucks, with change about in the

apertures: finishing off with a mouth fuck from one or the other, and a

double gamahuche.

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