slackening
appendages made the further delivery an effort requiring longer
pumping, and thus swelled the amount of pleasure by lengthening the
process before arriving at the grand final crisis.

The Benson, much more ungovernable in her passion than we were, must
have spent six or seven times in our last effort, and died away in, if
anything, greater abandon than in our first course, and eventually sank
completely overcome by the entire satisfaction of her raging lust for
the time being. We, too, both wanted a respite, so we all rose.

The two dear creatures when once on their legs found instant necessity
to evacuate their rear receptacles of the double cargo taken in, and
disappeared for a few minutes.

We all purified ourselves and well laved everything with ice cold water
to reanimate them the sooner. We then sat down to a stimulating
refreshment, in which we at least all drank a bottle of Champagne
apiece, in the midst of delightful and exciting bawdy wit and obscene
stories, in which our darling _fouteuses_ showed a witty proficiency.

In half an hour we began to take up our positions. It was my turn to
take them in the rear, but both begged off for that day. The pause for
refreshment had given time to make them feel sore after the great
stretching they had undergone for the first time, so my turn was
delayed for three days, that being the usual delay in their orgies to
prevent suspicion by too frequent absences, but not excluding any
opportunity that might occur for a rack-off in the mean time. So we
only each fucked them once and closed our exquisite orgy for that day;
parting with every expression of fully satisfied desires, and the
warmest kisses and embraces.

The Count and I walked to his apartments to refresh ourselves there
with hot tumblers of toddy; whiskey being a great favourite of his,
and, in his opinion, the best restorative after our exhausting efforts
with the two insatiable creatures.

He congratulated himself on my accession to these orgies, as being a
great relief to the burden he had had in satisfying both in both ways
when all alone with them.

However, the Count was an indefatigable and an unwearied fucker, but
two such insatiable cunts often had tried his powers to the utmost, and
was more than he liked to do at the interview, so he had found whiskey
toddy a remedy at once efficacious and agreeable. I myself with my
private excesses at home was glad to know so pleasant a restorative.