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The count invited my husband to play a game of billiards. The Countess instead suggested I follow her. She would show me every room in the house (since I had made this wish during dinner); she then accompanied me to the upper floor where there was the sleeping area. In one room I was struck by a large print hanging above the bed: it depicted a wolf mounting a naked woman lying on the floor. The woman, during that bizarre mating, reflected the image of her face in a small dressing table mirror holding her right hand. I asked what it was and my companion answered that it was a reproduction of an early 20th century painting by the French painter Henri Rousseau entitled "Beauty and the Beast". I found it a rather unusual subject to hang on a wall. Then, again, my attention was drawn to the mirrors that filled every room in the sleeping area. I wondered what they could be used for in such large numbers! Each room had its own bathroom; in each of them luxury and magnificence abounded: from large whirlpool baths to mosaic-clad walls.
After our tour we went down the large staircase on the ground floor where the rooms followed one after the other divided by large double doors. This perspective game allowed from the entrance, where we were at that moment, to see all the way to the end where we had previously dined. The billiard room was a couple of doors away from the entrance. I could see part of the billiard table and one of the pictures on the wall. I saw my husband reach into the visible part of the room and bend over the table to hit a ball with the cue. Immediately the Count was behind him. He ran, as a teacher would with a pupil, the position my husband had put himself in, pulling up his butt a little higher and bending his back. So he set the cue so that he could better hit the ball. Gianni let himself be guided, so he hit the ball. But evidently the ball didn't hit exactly where it was supposed to because I heard a cry of disapproval from my husband and a good-natured rebuke of encouragement from the Count who said "Go on, try the shot again and you'll see you'll succeed better". The two men repositioned the balls on the table and my husband leaned back to the edge of the billiard table bending forward. But, surprised, this time the Count, to better set it in the correct way to execute the shot, leaned from behind with his whole body on Gianni. He grabbed my darling's right arm and guided him in order to hit the ball in the exact direction but, it seemed to me, he also took the opportunity to rub his dick against my husband's ass! And my impression wasn't so wrong because soon the Count surrounded Gianni from behind and moved his hand right on his package and started to touch it and rub it from above his pants! I turned towards the Countess who was silently watching the scene with an amused face. I didn't say a word and turned to look again. I had the feeling that Gianni didn't mind that attack from behind by the nobleman and once again I wasn't wrong: in fact, when the Count unzipped and pulled down his pants and pants my husband's cock slipped out proudly, already completely erect and hard. Continuing to hug Gianni from behind, his lover began to masturbate him by sliding his hand up and down around my groom's pole. Then, leaving the grip for a moment, she moved in front of him, knelt down and began to kiss and lick his tool to make it finally disappear completely into her mouth, swallowing it until she touched Gianni's belly and belly with her forehead. I was paralyzed in front of that show: my husband closed his eyes and on his face appeared an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment that soon articulated in a guttural sound "Oh oh oh oh...".
The Countess also observed the scene and that vision intoxicated her. In fact, very soon, her libido teased her, she went into action: "Horny show, isn't it, my dear? And what about us? Just stand here and watch?" He did not give me time to reply, that our mouths were already glued together; I felt his tongue soar through my palate, that it finally intertwined with mine; at the same time his hands began to rummage through every part of my body, dwelling particularly on my breasts and lower abdomen. I spread my thighs to better let her caresses in. More than excited I still felt paralyzed by what I had seen and the situation I was living, almost incredulous that it was reality but only a dream or a fantasy that had created my mind.
The Countess made me raise my arms and take off my dress. I remained with my underwear, in hold-ups and shoes. The noblewoman admired my physique (modestly very well done) and applauded in sign of approval saying "what a wonderful body you have". Then, without wasting time, she unbuttoned my bra and started kissing me and sucking on my nipples. I could feel his teeth clenched and his tongue passing over one and the other, covering them with saliva; a tremor, which started from my lower abdomen, was felt all over my back. Then Aloisio Marazzini said "wait here a moment, dear, without moving. I'll be back in a few moments". She headed towards the stairs and quickly disappeared to the upper floor. Nor did I take the opportunity to take a look at what was happening in the billiard room and... surprise: now it was Gianni kneeling in front of the Count; he had pulled out his powerful pylon and was having it sucked by my husband. I was surprised to see how skillfully and voraciously Gianni was blowing that blue-blooded member.
When the noblewoman came back she stroked my shoulders from behind; then her hands slowly descended and moved over my tits, which she began to grope frantically. Her fingers continued to explore every inch of my skin, and as they descended deeper and deeper into my panties, one hand passed between the groove separating my ass, and the other in front of me saw how much the vision of the two men sucking their tools had wet my pussy. He had brought with him a foam mattress (the kind you use in the gym to exercise on the floor) and a briefcase whose contents would soon reveal themselves to me. In addition, a bottle of Champagne rose Taittinger and two glasses that he placed on a piece of furniture in the entrance. He laid the mattress on the floor and took off my panties leaving me alone with socks and shoes. Then in turn she quickly undressed and remained completely naked. She had a well-done body. Her breasts were a bit droopy but voluminous, her pussy with a black bush of fur on the Mount of Venus and just a hint of belly. In short, a more than discreet physique for a woman over fifty years old. "Do you like me, love?" she asked me. I nodded my head and made a statement. "Let our men have fun with each other and let us have fun with each other." She made me lie on my back on the mattress. Then he climbed on top of me, touching my shoulders with his knees. She bent forward and placed her pussy right in front of my face and put her head between my thighs. "Lick me, love. I want to feel your tongue running over my pussy. Please do it. I'm dying to." I stuck my tongue inside her already wet opening and started licking her and taking her clit between my lips. She immediately reciprocated by doing the same to my sex, interrupting herself whenever the sensations caused by my tongue on her crack translated into a moan of pleasure that she wanted me to listen to. I had never had a sixty-nine even with my husband Gianni and I would never have thought until a few minutes before putting it into practice with another woman. But I didn't want to displease the Countess and then it all happened so quickly... and Gianni's vision with the Count and... and then I also really liked to lick the Countess' pussy and make her lick it for me.
Soon I felt that the Countess was reaching an orgasm: the cow started moaning loudly "ah ah ah yeah, go on..." and her coming came down into my mouth filling it with a salty taste. She calmed down and stood still for some time after enjoying, continuing to rest her pussy on my face. I turned sideways and saw my husband and the Count, now completely naked, standing and hugging, kissing each other in the mouth and simultaneously manipulating their sexes.
The Countess recovered from her orgasm. She rubbed her wet pussy on my face for a while; then she got off my body and knelt down in front of my crack. She opened my thighs wide open and began to gently touch my vagina. He went all the way around my big lips; I'll play with my clitoris and finally he slipped one then two fingers in and started moving them back and forth. I was wet and the Countess had no difficulty in making them disappear completely inside, meeting no resistance. Because of the ease of access to that opening, she took off the rings, put her hand in a spoon and soon four fingers were sucked in; only her thumb remained outside, massaging my mount of Venus with a circular touch. I began to wriggle and wriggle: that internal massage was very pleasant. "Do you like it real slutty?" he said to me, looking me in the face while I was enjoying it and continuing to move his fingers back and forth inside my pussy. "I'm gonna stick my whole hand in." He didn't finish saying that I felt the walls of my pussy being forced up. He managed to make his way (I'd always had a big pussy so big that Gianni sometimes told me he felt like he was losing his dick in it!) and soon I saw his hand disappearing all the way into my wrist opening and I felt it turning inside out almost to my guts. I enjoyed it as much as I could, both for the pleasure that that massage caused to the inner walls of my sex and for the bizarreness of that situation.
The Countess maintained her noble appearance and her manners were as elegant as ever. But her nature was lustful and her sensual charge great and eruptive. So she made that extreme gesture of thrusting her entire right hand into my wide open slit with a refinement and elegance that made the dirty one the most elegant and at the same time voluptuous of gestures. He gave me a couple of orgasms before pulling the limb out of my pussy. When he pulled it out he was completely wet from my moods. He contemplated in ecstasy his hand and then passed his index finger between his lips. "Do you want a taste too?" He asked me. I didn't answer, so she decided for me. She put her middle finger close to my mouth and made me suck it, making me feel the taste of my coming.
"Your pussy is very dilated, my dear. Like a real sow. It's not common to come across such large openings. Let me test her with a little toy that I only keep for a few friends." She opened the briefcase she had brought with her, showing me a collection of vibrators of all sizes, shapes and colours. She took a dark one that was really impressive because it was so big. Its length could exceed thirty centimeters and its diameter could be about seven centimeters. Its appearance was monstrously realistic: it had veins all along the shaft and even the testicles looked real. It made me touch it and to the touch increased the feeling of being in front of a real phallus. It was made of a flexible and soft material like human skin. He told me that it was a precise fucking cast of a famous black porn actor and that only a few lucky women had the chance to get impaled by such a gadget. He thought I was one of the few people who could get that thing in the pussy.
He put a couple of pillows under my bottom, made me spread my legs, bend my knees and aim at the ground with my feet. Now my pussy was wide open and ready to receive that pylon. He lubricated it then little by little he started pushing the huge black phallus into my vulva. I felt completely filled as it made its way into my cavity. The excitement and lust for the drilling she was doing in my pussy could be read in the eyes of the Countess. "I want to stick it all the way up your testicles, my dear," she said. And so she did. I began to wiggle and enjoy it. I could feel it pushing against my walls and my uterus and filling every space inside my sex. I had an intense orgasm that made every muscle in my body vibrate; I enjoyed it without control until I almost fainted.
When the pork chick pulled that thing out of my den, it was completely flooded with the juice of my pleasure dripping down my thighs. My dilated and open pussy thrilled the Countess who wanted to immortalize that result, the work of her depraved lust, with photos she took with her mobile phone.
In the meantime, I turned around to look at what was happening in the billiard room and I saw that massage that had shattered my body and mind.
The Count was fucking my husband in the ass with a passion and an impetus that I would never have believed possible in such a noble nature and in a man with such elegant and distinguished ways. He looked like a wild animal who, hungry and excited by the smell and the sight of blood, no longer has any control over eating his prey. He was striking ever deeper and faster and faster. My husband would turn his head on the billiard tabletop now on one side and now on the other and he would strike with his hands like a wrestler as a sign of surrender. But the count, without mercy, continued in his assault with his face red and sweaty from physical exertion, breathing in a wheezing and grunting like a pig. Gianni, in order to feel more pleasure, or perhaps to make up for the pain he felt in his ass with pleasure, had taken to masturbating wildly while he was getting his arse fucked by the nobleman.
The Countess showed me the photos she took of my dilated pussy, once again complaining about how much she was able to fill it. She then asked me if she could send one of those pictures to a dear friend of hers via WhatsApp. I was so confused that I nodded off without even realizing exactly what the request had been made to me. "You know, the Marquesa dei Montespertoli is a highly cultured, well-to-do woman - her husband is a banker - and extremely luxurious. She is often a guest at my receptions in Genoa, sometimes doing me the honour of bringing along influential politicians or high-level entrepreneurs. She will certainly enjoy receiving this message". He showed me the message he was about to send to his friend: this is its content "Good evening my dear, admire how much I opened my pussy to this little village whore I had fun with tonight. It's so dilated that a mule's dick could easily fit in it" the text accompanied the photo of my vulva wide open. Then she said to me "She likes very much in the intimacy a pushed and vulgar language and contrasts it with a very careful and scented language that she uses instead in public. That's why I've written some words that I hope you'll be able to understand in their goliardic aspect." Well, to tell the truth, to be defined "little village slut" and to know that she would make me get fucked by a mule is not that I was very pleased but, come on, let's play this goliardic game. Shortly afterwards came the noblewoman's reply, "Congratulations, my dear slut. I see you've been busy with your little friend. Why don't you bring her to my farmhouse in Abbiategrasso. In the stable you'll find my thoroughbred who'll be happy to mount her." Reading it I felt like the worst slut on the face of the earth and the toy of these two nobles.
In the meantime, they came into the hall where the Count and my husband were. They were completely naked and barely recovered from their orgy. Gianni seemed very rehearsed, almost painful, for that assault he had received. The men were astonished to see the state of my vulva.
"What a spectacle the lady offers us," said the Count. "I drilled her with Big John" So the Countess had put a name to her toys just like little girls do with their dolls. "We must celebrate this wonderful evening with a toast" she looked at the bottle of rosé champagne and the two goblets resting on the cabinet then the nobleman ordered his wife "Go to the kitchen and get two more goblets". He took the bottle in his hand to uncork it but in that very moment an extravagant idea flashed into his mind. He approached me, who kept lying on the ground completely naked, almost unable to recover and react to the events that were happening, and took my knees to spread my legs even more. I barely had the strength to whisper, "No Count, please don't do this," but my plea was not heard. "Spread your legs, I'll make you enjoy," he said as he approached my cunt with the bottle. He held it by the neck with the intention of letting it enter my den from the base. While the Count was preparing for this operation, under the astonished and incredulous eyes of Gianni, the Countess returned from the kitchen with the chalices in her hand. "Yes, my love. Put it all in." She placed the chalices and sat down on an armchair in front of us to enjoy the show. Aloisio Marazzini began his show. I felt like a circus animal performing with his tamer for the joy of the beholder. He first swirled the bottle around the edge of my vulva. Then with his left hand he helped himself to get the first segment of cold glass into my warm meat lining. I immediately had a shiver that went through my back and a filling sensation. I couldn't hold back a little scream that the Countess greeted with a round of applause. "Come on, now push a little more," she said to her husband. And turned to Gianni "And don't just stand there. Kneel down here in front of me and start licking it while I enjoy the show". Gianni obeyed in silence and, doing as he was ordered, stuck his head between the noblewoman's thighs, starting his work. In the meantime, the Count gradually pushed the bottle deeper and deeper, and in a short time he had it all tucked in, leaving only the neck he was holding out to make it twirl inside me. He started sobbing and enjoying at the same time. My soft crying was confused with my enjoyment so much so that no one could interpret those tears that began to fall down my cheeks. A sign of extreme pleasure? Or a sign of the extreme humiliation I was suffering? But the noble couple cared little, taken as it was to satisfy only their pleasure and their lasciviousness. The Countess, to be better delighted by the tongue strokes that Gianni tirelessly continued to give, pulled with both hands the back of my husband's neck against her pussy. The Count, increasingly excited, began to slap my breasts with his free hand. Dry and powerful blows on my tits that caused me pain. "Ahhh, it hurts, please stop!" I screamed. He listened to me stop hitting me but kept spinning the champagne bottle inside me. I closed my eyes and let myself go to put an end to that torture. I thought that if he saw me having an orgasm he would calm down and stop torturing me like that. He started wiggling my body, arching his back under the effect of the backward and forward and rotating movement of that body stuck in my canal. I had a couple of muscle spasms and with a scream of pleasure I reached orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw that the Countess' body was also jerking: her big tits were bouncing up and down as she stood up and fell back into the chair for the pleasure she felt. Then she threw her head back and with an "Ohhh, Daiiii let me enjoy" she reached the apex of enjoyment pouring all her juice into my poor husband's mouth.
Suddenly there was silence and we all stood still. Then the Count said, "We must celebrate this memorable orgy and these wonderful new friends of ours". He pulled the bottle of champagne out of my pussy (it was completely covered with my secretions) and uncorked it. He filled the goblets and offered them to us. "To our new friendship, hoping for a thousand of these orgies with these two dear guests," said the nobleman raising his glass. We toasted while sipping some excellent rosé, although a little warm, since it had not been in an ice bucket but inside my incubator.
After that toast a room was made available to us and Gianni and I took a shower and got dressed. Half an hour later we found the owners of the house on the ground floor dressed again in full dress and with their regal air. "Well, my dears, it was a fantastic evening. I hope it can be repeated very soon," said the Count. "Yes, really a wonderful couple, and I was immensely pleased to meet them," replied the Countess. "Thank you," I simply said. "See you soon then," they greeted us at the front door of the villa as we walked out of that nightmare.
We got into the car without saying a word. Gianni set off and promptly took the avenue leading to the gate to get out as quickly as possible from that villa of perverse nobles.
And now, what was I going to tell my hairdresser Marta?
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After our tour we went down the large staircase on the ground floor where the rooms followed one after the other divided by large double doors. This perspective game allowed from the entrance, where we were at that moment, to see all the way to the end where we had previously dined. The billiard room was a couple of doors away from the entrance. I could see part of the billiard table and one of the pictures on the wall. I saw my husband reach into the visible part of the room and bend over the table to hit a ball with the cue. Immediately the Count was behind him. He ran, as a teacher would with a pupil, the position my husband had put himself in, pulling up his butt a little higher and bending his back. So he set the cue so that he could better hit the ball. Gianni let himself be guided, so he hit the ball. But evidently the ball didn't hit exactly where it was supposed to because I heard a cry of disapproval from my husband and a good-natured rebuke of encouragement from the Count who said "Go on, try the shot again and you'll see you'll succeed better". The two men repositioned the balls on the table and my husband leaned back to the edge of the billiard table bending forward. But, surprised, this time the Count, to better set it in the correct way to execute the shot, leaned from behind with his whole body on Gianni. He grabbed my darling's right arm and guided him in order to hit the ball in the exact direction but, it seemed to me, he also took the opportunity to rub his dick against my husband's ass! And my impression wasn't so wrong because soon the Count surrounded Gianni from behind and moved his hand right on his package and started to touch it and rub it from above his pants! I turned towards the Countess who was silently watching the scene with an amused face. I didn't say a word and turned to look again. I had the feeling that Gianni didn't mind that attack from behind by the nobleman and once again I wasn't wrong: in fact, when the Count unzipped and pulled down his pants and pants my husband's cock slipped out proudly, already completely erect and hard. Continuing to hug Gianni from behind, his lover began to masturbate him by sliding his hand up and down around my groom's pole. Then, leaving the grip for a moment, she moved in front of him, knelt down and began to kiss and lick his tool to make it finally disappear completely into her mouth, swallowing it until she touched Gianni's belly and belly with her forehead. I was paralyzed in front of that show: my husband closed his eyes and on his face appeared an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment that soon articulated in a guttural sound "Oh oh oh oh...".
The Countess also observed the scene and that vision intoxicated her. In fact, very soon, her libido teased her, she went into action: "Horny show, isn't it, my dear? And what about us? Just stand here and watch?" He did not give me time to reply, that our mouths were already glued together; I felt his tongue soar through my palate, that it finally intertwined with mine; at the same time his hands began to rummage through every part of my body, dwelling particularly on my breasts and lower abdomen. I spread my thighs to better let her caresses in. More than excited I still felt paralyzed by what I had seen and the situation I was living, almost incredulous that it was reality but only a dream or a fantasy that had created my mind.
The Countess made me raise my arms and take off my dress. I remained with my underwear, in hold-ups and shoes. The noblewoman admired my physique (modestly very well done) and applauded in sign of approval saying "what a wonderful body you have". Then, without wasting time, she unbuttoned my bra and started kissing me and sucking on my nipples. I could feel his teeth clenched and his tongue passing over one and the other, covering them with saliva; a tremor, which started from my lower abdomen, was felt all over my back. Then Aloisio Marazzini said "wait here a moment, dear, without moving. I'll be back in a few moments". She headed towards the stairs and quickly disappeared to the upper floor. Nor did I take the opportunity to take a look at what was happening in the billiard room and... surprise: now it was Gianni kneeling in front of the Count; he had pulled out his powerful pylon and was having it sucked by my husband. I was surprised to see how skillfully and voraciously Gianni was blowing that blue-blooded member.
When the noblewoman came back she stroked my shoulders from behind; then her hands slowly descended and moved over my tits, which she began to grope frantically. Her fingers continued to explore every inch of my skin, and as they descended deeper and deeper into my panties, one hand passed between the groove separating my ass, and the other in front of me saw how much the vision of the two men sucking their tools had wet my pussy. He had brought with him a foam mattress (the kind you use in the gym to exercise on the floor) and a briefcase whose contents would soon reveal themselves to me. In addition, a bottle of Champagne rose Taittinger and two glasses that he placed on a piece of furniture in the entrance. He laid the mattress on the floor and took off my panties leaving me alone with socks and shoes. Then in turn she quickly undressed and remained completely naked. She had a well-done body. Her breasts were a bit droopy but voluminous, her pussy with a black bush of fur on the Mount of Venus and just a hint of belly. In short, a more than discreet physique for a woman over fifty years old. "Do you like me, love?" she asked me. I nodded my head and made a statement. "Let our men have fun with each other and let us have fun with each other." She made me lie on my back on the mattress. Then he climbed on top of me, touching my shoulders with his knees. She bent forward and placed her pussy right in front of my face and put her head between my thighs. "Lick me, love. I want to feel your tongue running over my pussy. Please do it. I'm dying to." I stuck my tongue inside her already wet opening and started licking her and taking her clit between my lips. She immediately reciprocated by doing the same to my sex, interrupting herself whenever the sensations caused by my tongue on her crack translated into a moan of pleasure that she wanted me to listen to. I had never had a sixty-nine even with my husband Gianni and I would never have thought until a few minutes before putting it into practice with another woman. But I didn't want to displease the Countess and then it all happened so quickly... and Gianni's vision with the Count and... and then I also really liked to lick the Countess' pussy and make her lick it for me.
Soon I felt that the Countess was reaching an orgasm: the cow started moaning loudly "ah ah ah yeah, go on..." and her coming came down into my mouth filling it with a salty taste. She calmed down and stood still for some time after enjoying, continuing to rest her pussy on my face. I turned sideways and saw my husband and the Count, now completely naked, standing and hugging, kissing each other in the mouth and simultaneously manipulating their sexes.
The Countess recovered from her orgasm. She rubbed her wet pussy on my face for a while; then she got off my body and knelt down in front of my crack. She opened my thighs wide open and began to gently touch my vagina. He went all the way around my big lips; I'll play with my clitoris and finally he slipped one then two fingers in and started moving them back and forth. I was wet and the Countess had no difficulty in making them disappear completely inside, meeting no resistance. Because of the ease of access to that opening, she took off the rings, put her hand in a spoon and soon four fingers were sucked in; only her thumb remained outside, massaging my mount of Venus with a circular touch. I began to wriggle and wriggle: that internal massage was very pleasant. "Do you like it real slutty?" he said to me, looking me in the face while I was enjoying it and continuing to move his fingers back and forth inside my pussy. "I'm gonna stick my whole hand in." He didn't finish saying that I felt the walls of my pussy being forced up. He managed to make his way (I'd always had a big pussy so big that Gianni sometimes told me he felt like he was losing his dick in it!) and soon I saw his hand disappearing all the way into my wrist opening and I felt it turning inside out almost to my guts. I enjoyed it as much as I could, both for the pleasure that that massage caused to the inner walls of my sex and for the bizarreness of that situation.
The Countess maintained her noble appearance and her manners were as elegant as ever. But her nature was lustful and her sensual charge great and eruptive. So she made that extreme gesture of thrusting her entire right hand into my wide open slit with a refinement and elegance that made the dirty one the most elegant and at the same time voluptuous of gestures. He gave me a couple of orgasms before pulling the limb out of my pussy. When he pulled it out he was completely wet from my moods. He contemplated in ecstasy his hand and then passed his index finger between his lips. "Do you want a taste too?" He asked me. I didn't answer, so she decided for me. She put her middle finger close to my mouth and made me suck it, making me feel the taste of my coming.
"Your pussy is very dilated, my dear. Like a real sow. It's not common to come across such large openings. Let me test her with a little toy that I only keep for a few friends." She opened the briefcase she had brought with her, showing me a collection of vibrators of all sizes, shapes and colours. She took a dark one that was really impressive because it was so big. Its length could exceed thirty centimeters and its diameter could be about seven centimeters. Its appearance was monstrously realistic: it had veins all along the shaft and even the testicles looked real. It made me touch it and to the touch increased the feeling of being in front of a real phallus. It was made of a flexible and soft material like human skin. He told me that it was a precise fucking cast of a famous black porn actor and that only a few lucky women had the chance to get impaled by such a gadget. He thought I was one of the few people who could get that thing in the pussy.
He put a couple of pillows under my bottom, made me spread my legs, bend my knees and aim at the ground with my feet. Now my pussy was wide open and ready to receive that pylon. He lubricated it then little by little he started pushing the huge black phallus into my vulva. I felt completely filled as it made its way into my cavity. The excitement and lust for the drilling she was doing in my pussy could be read in the eyes of the Countess. "I want to stick it all the way up your testicles, my dear," she said. And so she did. I began to wiggle and enjoy it. I could feel it pushing against my walls and my uterus and filling every space inside my sex. I had an intense orgasm that made every muscle in my body vibrate; I enjoyed it without control until I almost fainted.
When the pork chick pulled that thing out of my den, it was completely flooded with the juice of my pleasure dripping down my thighs. My dilated and open pussy thrilled the Countess who wanted to immortalize that result, the work of her depraved lust, with photos she took with her mobile phone.
In the meantime, I turned around to look at what was happening in the billiard room and I saw that massage that had shattered my body and mind.
The Count was fucking my husband in the ass with a passion and an impetus that I would never have believed possible in such a noble nature and in a man with such elegant and distinguished ways. He looked like a wild animal who, hungry and excited by the smell and the sight of blood, no longer has any control over eating his prey. He was striking ever deeper and faster and faster. My husband would turn his head on the billiard tabletop now on one side and now on the other and he would strike with his hands like a wrestler as a sign of surrender. But the count, without mercy, continued in his assault with his face red and sweaty from physical exertion, breathing in a wheezing and grunting like a pig. Gianni, in order to feel more pleasure, or perhaps to make up for the pain he felt in his ass with pleasure, had taken to masturbating wildly while he was getting his arse fucked by the nobleman.
The Countess showed me the photos she took of my dilated pussy, once again complaining about how much she was able to fill it. She then asked me if she could send one of those pictures to a dear friend of hers via WhatsApp. I was so confused that I nodded off without even realizing exactly what the request had been made to me. "You know, the Marquesa dei Montespertoli is a highly cultured, well-to-do woman - her husband is a banker - and extremely luxurious. She is often a guest at my receptions in Genoa, sometimes doing me the honour of bringing along influential politicians or high-level entrepreneurs. She will certainly enjoy receiving this message". He showed me the message he was about to send to his friend: this is its content "Good evening my dear, admire how much I opened my pussy to this little village whore I had fun with tonight. It's so dilated that a mule's dick could easily fit in it" the text accompanied the photo of my vulva wide open. Then she said to me "She likes very much in the intimacy a pushed and vulgar language and contrasts it with a very careful and scented language that she uses instead in public. That's why I've written some words that I hope you'll be able to understand in their goliardic aspect." Well, to tell the truth, to be defined "little village slut" and to know that she would make me get fucked by a mule is not that I was very pleased but, come on, let's play this goliardic game. Shortly afterwards came the noblewoman's reply, "Congratulations, my dear slut. I see you've been busy with your little friend. Why don't you bring her to my farmhouse in Abbiategrasso. In the stable you'll find my thoroughbred who'll be happy to mount her." Reading it I felt like the worst slut on the face of the earth and the toy of these two nobles.
In the meantime, they came into the hall where the Count and my husband were. They were completely naked and barely recovered from their orgy. Gianni seemed very rehearsed, almost painful, for that assault he had received. The men were astonished to see the state of my vulva.
"What a spectacle the lady offers us," said the Count. "I drilled her with Big John" So the Countess had put a name to her toys just like little girls do with their dolls. "We must celebrate this wonderful evening with a toast" she looked at the bottle of rosé champagne and the two goblets resting on the cabinet then the nobleman ordered his wife "Go to the kitchen and get two more goblets". He took the bottle in his hand to uncork it but in that very moment an extravagant idea flashed into his mind. He approached me, who kept lying on the ground completely naked, almost unable to recover and react to the events that were happening, and took my knees to spread my legs even more. I barely had the strength to whisper, "No Count, please don't do this," but my plea was not heard. "Spread your legs, I'll make you enjoy," he said as he approached my cunt with the bottle. He held it by the neck with the intention of letting it enter my den from the base. While the Count was preparing for this operation, under the astonished and incredulous eyes of Gianni, the Countess returned from the kitchen with the chalices in her hand. "Yes, my love. Put it all in." She placed the chalices and sat down on an armchair in front of us to enjoy the show. Aloisio Marazzini began his show. I felt like a circus animal performing with his tamer for the joy of the beholder. He first swirled the bottle around the edge of my vulva. Then with his left hand he helped himself to get the first segment of cold glass into my warm meat lining. I immediately had a shiver that went through my back and a filling sensation. I couldn't hold back a little scream that the Countess greeted with a round of applause. "Come on, now push a little more," she said to her husband. And turned to Gianni "And don't just stand there. Kneel down here in front of me and start licking it while I enjoy the show". Gianni obeyed in silence and, doing as he was ordered, stuck his head between the noblewoman's thighs, starting his work. In the meantime, the Count gradually pushed the bottle deeper and deeper, and in a short time he had it all tucked in, leaving only the neck he was holding out to make it twirl inside me. He started sobbing and enjoying at the same time. My soft crying was confused with my enjoyment so much so that no one could interpret those tears that began to fall down my cheeks. A sign of extreme pleasure? Or a sign of the extreme humiliation I was suffering? But the noble couple cared little, taken as it was to satisfy only their pleasure and their lasciviousness. The Countess, to be better delighted by the tongue strokes that Gianni tirelessly continued to give, pulled with both hands the back of my husband's neck against her pussy. The Count, increasingly excited, began to slap my breasts with his free hand. Dry and powerful blows on my tits that caused me pain. "Ahhh, it hurts, please stop!" I screamed. He listened to me stop hitting me but kept spinning the champagne bottle inside me. I closed my eyes and let myself go to put an end to that torture. I thought that if he saw me having an orgasm he would calm down and stop torturing me like that. He started wiggling my body, arching his back under the effect of the backward and forward and rotating movement of that body stuck in my canal. I had a couple of muscle spasms and with a scream of pleasure I reached orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw that the Countess' body was also jerking: her big tits were bouncing up and down as she stood up and fell back into the chair for the pleasure she felt. Then she threw her head back and with an "Ohhh, Daiiii let me enjoy" she reached the apex of enjoyment pouring all her juice into my poor husband's mouth.
Suddenly there was silence and we all stood still. Then the Count said, "We must celebrate this memorable orgy and these wonderful new friends of ours". He pulled the bottle of champagne out of my pussy (it was completely covered with my secretions) and uncorked it. He filled the goblets and offered them to us. "To our new friendship, hoping for a thousand of these orgies with these two dear guests," said the nobleman raising his glass. We toasted while sipping some excellent rosé, although a little warm, since it had not been in an ice bucket but inside my incubator.
After that toast a room was made available to us and Gianni and I took a shower and got dressed. Half an hour later we found the owners of the house on the ground floor dressed again in full dress and with their regal air. "Well, my dears, it was a fantastic evening. I hope it can be repeated very soon," said the Count. "Yes, really a wonderful couple, and I was immensely pleased to meet them," replied the Countess. "Thank you," I simply said. "See you soon then," they greeted us at the front door of the villa as we walked out of that nightmare.
We got into the car without saying a word. Gianni set off and promptly took the avenue leading to the gate to get out as quickly as possible from that villa of perverse nobles.
And now, what was I going to tell my hairdresser Marta?
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