s 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 cunt 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 prick into the balmy bath he
had prepared for me in my wife's cunt, fucking 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 cockstand, and what a fuck 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
fucking 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 lust, followed b