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Subject: {ASSM} The Count D'Escargot  MF Hist?  
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Athough this is not a true historical story, modeled
after actual people and events, I tried to maintain
the social and political environment of mid seventeeth
century France. References are available.

Usual caveat. This story is a work of adult fiction. 
Any resemblence to actual people and events is purely
coincidental. This story is for the private enjoyment
of the adult audience. Any rebroadcast of other
distribution of the accounts of this story without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited.
No animals were harmed in making this story. 
  
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Marianne was almost crazy with excitement.  Today she
will be married, and tonight Ronald, the Count
D'Escargot himself will honor her by attending the
wedding and inviting her to his castle.  She knew that
spending the night with the Count only added to her
excitement.   Although the right of the Count to
demand the first night had been abolished with the
abolition of serfdom, it never occurred to Marianne to
refuse.  First, spending a night with with Count would
give her a taste of the aristocracy before she settled
down to the drudgery of a peasant's wife.  Second, it
was rumored that a woman who spent a night with the
Count would have more and healthier children.  Third,
Count only honored the fairest of the women in the
district, so it was a genuine compliment.  And
finally, the Count owned the land she and her husband
would be farming and would be likely to make a
substantial contribution to her dowry. 
	In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, marriage
was an primarily an economic matter.   The whole
purpose of marriage was to conceive and bear
legitimate children,  who would maintain the welfare
of the family.  The wife contributed to the family's
well being by bringing a substantial dowry, and the
larger her dowry, the more selective she could be in a
mate. Indeed, Marianne's fiance agreed to set a date
for the wedding only after learning of the Count's
interest. Love and sexual compatibility were viewed as
happy accidents.  That was equally true of peasant and
king. 
	After the ceremony at the church, Marianne and her
groom were escorted to the castle.   A large dinner
was set out for them, with plenty  of good food and
wine.  The Count had arranged for the groom and his
friends to be entertained by a group of whores, while
he attended to Marianne.   After dinner, the Count
escorted Marianne to a special house adjacent to the
castle that he kept for various assignations, and
which the Countess pretended to ignore. 
	Once inside, the  Count took Marianne to a bedroom.  
She was wearing her only new dress, made from course
linen.  
	D'Escargot said, "You appear nervous, my dear.  That
is understandable, because you are now a married
woman.  Do you want some wine?"
	"Yes, your grace,"  Marianne said in a tone barely
above a whisper.
	He gave her some wine and sat down on the bed.  He
removed his doublet and pantaloons, so he was just
wearing a shirt and hose.   The Count looked Marianne
over.  She was a pretty  girl in her early twenties,
with long light brown hair.  He fancied himself a good
lover, and believed that by seducing the village
brides, he was enhancing their marriages.  Since a
man's orgasm was necessary to conceive a child, it was
natural to believe that a woman also needed an orgasm
in order conceive. 
	"Take off, your dress, my dear.   Let me see your
loveliness."  D'Escargot said, in a soothing tone.  At
first, Marianne was reluctant to comply.   
	Then the Count said, "You must obey me, as you must
obey your husband.  He is your lord and master, just
as I am his, and the king in mine. "   The king had
sent D'Escargot to the the district to restore peace
and law after the war against Spain and the civil war
of the Fronde. D'Escargot  had been one of the leading
generals in the victory,  and had been rewarded by
being elevated to Count and given a free hand to do as
he liked in the district.  One of the things he liked
was initiate young brides. 
	Marianne unpinned her dress and tossed it over her
head.  She stood in just her petticoat.  She
desperately wanted to please  the man who would rule
her life.  
	"Come here,  my dear,"  the Count said.
	She walked over to the bed.  The Count stood up and
kissed her gently.  When she put her arms around him,
the Count kissed her more passionately, taking her by
surprise.   But she let him do what he wanted,
trusting him.   He reached down and pulled off  her
petticoat.  Her naked vision of  beauty and innocence
took his breath away.  He had to have her, now.  The
Count pulled Marianne down onto the bed.  He covered
her with kisses.  He touched and kissed her  cheeks,
arms and breasts. 
	"I must have you now,"  the Count announced. 
	The Count  removed his shirt and undid his cod piece,
 releasing his prick.  He wanted to possess her in the
only way he knew how.   He climbed on top of her and
placed his penis at her opening.  Marianne was
surprised by the force of his entrance.   She
exclaimed and winced as he thrust himself deep inside
her slit. 
	The Count could tell by the slight resistance in her
vagina that she had been a virgin.  This inspired his
passion more.  Marianne lay there in utter amazement
by the feelings flooding her body.   The pain of being
penetrated mixed with the wonderful sensations
emanating from her clitoris.
	She could just utter, "Oh my Lord, Oh Mother of 
God,"  with every thrust from the Count. 
	The Count slowed down for a while.  He wanted to be
sure Marianne was enjoying her initiation into
womanhood.  However, being with this beauty excited
him too much.  He suddenly picked up speed.  He now
longer cared about her feelings.  He just wanted to
enjoy the feeling of ravishing this beautiful young
wife.  He grunted as he came into her, squeezing every
drop of semen into her waiting box.  
	When he finished, the Count said, "That was
wonderful.   I'm sorry if I went too fast for you but
you were fantastic."
	"Thank you, your grace,"   Marianne replied, not
knowing what else to say. 
	"Did you enjoy it, too?"  the Count asked.
	"I guess so.   I'm not sure what I was supposed to
enjoy."
	The Count laughed.  He and Marianne lay naked in the
bed. He used a chamber pot and invited her to do so,
too.  Marianne was a bit embarrassed by having to pee
in front of a man. 
The Count instructed her to cover herself, and he then
called for his servants to bring them some food.  They
dined on cakes and wine in the bed, while the Count
fondled her breasts.
	When the plate was removed, the Count rolled over to
her.
	"I want to love you again,"  he said.
	This time his entrance was slower and Marianne was
more ready for him.  
	"Let yourself go.  Do what your body wants to do." 
D'Escargot advised. 
	Marianne tried to comply.  She wanted the feeling to
last.  But as she pushed up to meet him the feelings
became so strong, they frightened her.  She was short
of breath.
	"Don't be afraid. Go with it."   The Count
encouraged.  
	Marianne yelped as a sudden flood of terrific
sensations covered her.   She had never experienced
anything even close in her life. She continued
squealing and yelping as the Count picked up speed.  
His prick was pulsating in her body, pleading for
release.  It came slower than the first, but just as
deep.  
	"I'm going to fill you again,"  the Count grunted. 
	"Yikes! Yes! Yes!" was all Marianne could exclaim, as
repeated orgasms engulfed her.
	When he was finished, the Count rolled off her.  He
looked at her and smiled. 
	"Obey your husband in bed and you will make a
wonderful wife."  the Count said.
	Again Marianne was just able to say, "Thank you, your
grace.
	The next day, the Count gave Marianne and her husband
fifteen crowns, enough to buy several animals for
their farm.     D'Escargot was sure that there would
be no shortage of brides wanting to spend their
wedding night with him. 
	Even when he was in the army, the Count always liked
to ensure that a woman companion was available for his
enjoyment.  In fact, Ronald was just the second son of
a minor baron who entered the army because his brother
would inherit the manor and  he needed  some
employment.  However, he had a natural talent for the
military, and was promoted to general over some others
with more aristocratic birth.  However,  he was
protected by his patron and distant relative,  the Duc
Du Fromage, and he was able to win some important
battles during the wars, especially against the
Fronde.   Even when he married the Duke's youngest
daughter, he found it difficult to surrender his
passion for young women.   Fortunately, the new
Countess was willing to indulge her husband's fancies,
provided they did not interfere with her position in
court.
	Because of his looks and position, D'Escargot
generally had little difficulty finding women who
would indulge him.  He could have had any woman who
was a tenant or subject in the district.  He could
seize any woman who caught his fancy.   That would be
against the law, but he was the law.  Fortunately,
that was rarely necessary.   D'Escargot was
continually amazed at the number of women who would
open their legs for him.  Gentlewomen and those of the
artisan class might want a favor or  some of his
reflected glory,  but peasant or working women just
wanted cash.	
	The Count was not above using his power or office to
get what he wanted.  One case involved a man who had
raped and murdered a prostitute.   The usual
punishment for such an offense was a public whipping
and a substantial fine.  However, the Count was
approached by the man's wife, Madeline.
	She said,  "Your grace, I want to speak to you
privately about my husband.  What he did was horrible,
and he deserves to be punished.  But by fining him,
you also punish me and my children.  There is no way
we could meet the payment.  We would have to sell our
farm to my brother-in-law, who would toss out with
nothing."
	"What to you want me to do?"   The Count asked.
	"Don't impose such a heavy fine.  Or at least prevent
my brother-in-law from expelling us.  I have four
children who depend on the farm for food and the
necessities of life.  Maybe you could just banish my
husband for a while.  My son is strong enough to run
the farm.   I would do anything to protect my family."
	"What do you mean by anything?"
	Madeline swallowed hard, because she knew the Count's
reputation.  "I would do anything to protect my family
and the farm."
	"If  you want to protect your family, come to this
location tonight."   The Count gave her the location
of his private town house. 
	When the Count arrived, Madeline was already there,
pacing nervously.  She was drinking wine to prepare
herself for what she felt would be an ordeal.  
	He said reassuringly, "Relax.  If you do as I
command, I am not going to hurt you."   
	The Count had checked out her story and found it to
be true.  The husband and brother-in -law both had a
mean element.   The husband had to be punished, but
not by awarding his farm to the brother-in-law. 
Madeline viewed herself  as the only righteous one,
but felt guilty that she had somehow provoked her
husband to commit murder.  She was almost begging to
be humiliated.  The more humiliated she felt tonight,
the more virtuous she would feel tomorrow for having
saved the family.  
	"You said you would do anything.  What did you have
in mind?"  the Count asked nonchalantly.  He offered
her more wine.  Madeline was getting drunk and giddy.
	"I don't know.  I will do as you command."  
	"Take off your dress.  Let me see how pretty you
are."
	Madeline spun around the room, throwing  her dress
asunder.  She had been pretty once,  but the years of
work and worry had taken their toll.  She laughed as
stripped down to her petticoat.  The Count stood in
front of her.   He held her tight.  
	"Don't move."  He said.  He let his hands trace her
breasts.  He went behind her and pulled roughly on her
ass.  He placed his hands under the petticoat, and
rapidly pulled off her.
He then resumed playing with her breasts.  Madeline
was breathing sharply, from fear and arousal.  	
	The Count walked over the bed, and opened his
britches and cod piece.   With his penis exposed, he
commanded, "Come over here and feel it."	
	Madeline stood there staring at his member.  Although
she had four children, she had never actually seen an
erect penis.  
	"Come over here and feel it."  the Count commanded,
louder.
	Finally Madeline said, "Even my husband never asked
me to feel it."
	"Maybe he should have.  Maybe that's why he went for
that prostitute. Maybe you're almost as guilty of her
murder as he is.  Now do as I say."
	Madeline walked over slowly and put out her hand. 
She touched his penis tentatively.  He grabbed her
hand and placed on his member.  
	"Now rub it as if you liked it."  the Count
commanded.  Madeline moved her hand slowly, letting
him getting hard.  She started to cry from
embarrassment.   But she was too hesitant for the
Count.  He grabbed her and threw her face down across
the bed.  
	"I `ll give you something to cry about. "  He then
stood behind her and placed a finger on her clit. 
After massaging her for a minute, he placed his prick
at her entrance.  
	 I am going impale you. "   The Count commanded.  He
pulled her breasts toward him and pulled her down onto
his prick.   Madeline tried to fight her tears.  She
thought she was about to be raped.  She had never been
taken from behind, like an animal,  before.  The Count
continued to fondle her breasts while moving inside
her.  He wanted to humiliate her, but he also wanted
to arouse her. 
	"You're enjoying this, aren't you.  You're like that
prostitute."  
	Madeline was suddenly overtaken with passion.  
	"Yes.  I'm like a  prostitute.  Use me. "  Madeline
grunted.   
	The Count continued to pound her until she was
screaming  in passion and pain.  Her orgasm erupted
like a cannonball.  The Count also exploded into her,
pounding as hard as he could. 
	As soon as he was finished, the Count pulled back and
stood up.   Madeline lay there, exhausted for several
minutes, until the Count said, "Get up and get
dressed.  You have saved your farm.  But I hope you
have learned something about humility, too."
	Madeline's husband was sent to work on the road gang.
  Conditions on the road gang were very harsh, but he
managed to escape and disappeared.  Madeline kept the
farm, but she had to have sex with her brother-in-law
to keep him happy.  It kept her happy too.
	The Count almost never resorted to violence to get a
woman, but there were a few instances where he
threatened to.  Once he was riding with another
officer and a servant to visit a lord in a wild part
of the county,  when he passed a pretty woman walking
by herself along the road.  The woman was dressed very
simply, as a peasant, but her ample breasts and
nipples were readily apparent beneath the dress.  She
smiled at them as the passed.
	The Count stopped and said, "It is unseemly for a
pretty woman to be by herself in this wild country.
Why are you walking by yourself."
	She replied, "I live in this country, so I can take
care of my self."
	He asked, "Would you like me to take you home?"
	"No, Sir.  I don't want to go home."
	"Why not?"
	"There is no one there except my father and my two
brothers.  They haven't been nice to me.  They expect
me to take care of them,  in every way, and they beat
me if I don't."
	"Where will you go, then?"
	"I have no where to go, either."
	"I can take you with me.  We are riding to that
village."
	"What would I do there?"
	"Come with me and we'll see. "
	The Count reached down and was strong enough to pick
her up and place her on his horse.  He then whipped
his horse into a gallop down the lane.  The woman was
laughing and excited by the wild ride.   The Count
held her sitting side saddle, with his arm across her
breasts.
They rode until he found a brook.   He lead his horse
down the brook, until they came to a wide place in the
bank.  The Count lowered the maid, and dismounted
himself. 
	"My horse needs some water."   He said,  loosening
the saddle and removing his cloak. 
	The  woman stood there, until  she realized that here
was her way of leaving her father and  brothers.  They
were constantly pressuring her to have sex with them,
and then punishing her for doing it because it was
wrong.  She did not know that he was a Count.  She
thought he was just a gentleman riding along. 
	The Count went up to her and pushed her against a
tree.  
	He said, "I gave you a ride. Now it is time for you
to give me a ride.  There is no one else around here
for miles, and if you don't want to give me ride, you
would have to walk home."
	She looked at him and smiled, "I would gladly ride
you, if you give me a few coins to escape my brother."
	The Count reached into his purse and pulled out two
gold crowns.  That was as much money as she would earn
in a month of selling eggs and milk.  She put the
coins in her pocket.  
	He pushed her against the tree and kissed her hard. 
She decided to let him have his way with her.  He felt
her ass through her dress.  She wearing a very simple
peasant dress, without any under clothes.    He tossed
his cloak on the ground, and pushed her down onto it. 
 He tossed her dress up to her waist, exposing the
lower half of her body.  The Count alternated his
attention between her breasts and her exposed vagina.
He was rough, but not as bad as her brothers.   His
manipulations were getting her very excited.  
	"Do you want me?"  he asked.
	"Yes, sir.  I do.  Please do me.  Do me nice and
hard."  She said, breathing hard. 
	The Count had already opened his cod-piece and pulled
down his pantaloons.  Mounted her by pushing his prick
as hard as he could into her receptive slit.  When he
entered, she uttered a low moan, followed by a higher
squeak.
	"Put your legs on my shoulders, so I can do you
better."   The Count commanded.  She complied by
lifting her legs.  This made her helpless before his
onslaught, but let him set the pace. She was breathing
heavily, trying to keep up with him.  The Count took
her without mercy, but she did want any mercy.  She
was thrilled by his passion.  
	"Oh do me.  I want it. I need it. Oh my."  She yelled
between breaths.  Her body was immersed in repeated
orgasms, far in excess in anything she had felt from
her brothers.  The Count kept plunging, bringing her
to even greater heights.  Suddenly, the Count felt the
wonderful pressure in his penis beg for release.  It
came bursting forth in long spurts, filling her
completely.
	After the Count was finished, he lay down beside her.
	"What is your name, my dear?"  he asked.
	"Anna Canard."  she replied.
	"Mademoiselle Canard, I can definitely help you to
escape your brothers.  I can take you to a place where
you can entertain men in comfort."
	Anna was not sure what he meant, but she had not had
comfort since she was a baby.
	The Count reassembled his clothes and pulled her up. 
She pushed down her dress, even though it was dirty
and torn.  The Count remounted his horse and pulled
her up. 
	They were riding toward the road, when they
encountered her brothers, who had gone looking for
her.
	"Release her at once,"  the older one demanded,
brandishing a club.
	"If you don't, we will go to the Count."  the other
one threatened.
	The Count drew his sword.  "I am the Count
D'Escargot.  This woman is going with me of her own
will.  Any attempt to stop us will mean death."  
	The brothers were not willing to risk injury, so they
stepped back.  The Count spurred his until they met
his escort by the village.  
	He said the officer, "Captain Pommard, put this woman
on the coach for the provincial capital tomorrow.  You
 may use her as you will, but be sure she is well
recompensed.   I am giving a letter of recommendation
to Madam Perdreau, plus some extra money for clothes. 
I am going to ride to Lord Chevreuil tonight.   See
you there tomorrow."
	Captain Pommard spent the night with Anna, screwing
her twice.  Madam Perdreau was proprietress of one of
the largest brothels in the city.  In his letter, the
Count said Anna was poor and uneducated, but talented
and could be trained.  He offered her an additional
four crowns for clothes.   When he checked on her
several months later, he found that she had made a
successful transition to Chez Perdreau.
	Although Count D'Escargot enjoyed these brief
encounters, he was looking an arrangement that was
more settled.   When a dress designer offer him the
rights to his beautiful virgin daughters for cash, the
Count was tempted, but declined.   He had access to
virgins on their wedding night, although most were not
as pretty, and he would have to educate them in the
ways of love.   Instead he offered to right them
letters of introduction to his brother-in-law in
Paris, where the institution of the first night had
become extinct.
	In dealing with the wives of other aristocrats,  the
Count had to be more circumspect.  He was not afraid
of any of their husbands, but he was concerned about
his own wife, the Countess. 
As indicated she was the youngest daughter of the Duc
Du Fromage, who was a distant relative and the Count's
mentor in the army.  The Count had amassed a large
fortune as a successful general.  He had acquired some
of the estates of the defeated nobles of the Fronde,
including Escargot.  She married him because her
father wanted her to, and because the Count did not
require  a large diary. Her father wanted to keep an
influential ally at court   After their marriage, she
came to love him,  but she was aware that he did not
feel the same way.  Even thought she was aware of his
dalliances, she remained fiercely loyal, in spite of
numerous temptations   Nevertheless, he liked her and
respected her, especially her political judgments at
court.   He did not want to alienate her and
especially the old Duke himself.  And of course, she
was the mother of his (legitimate) children, and the
future Count.  
	So the Count was a bit surprised when he found
himself flirting with Lady Valerie Camembert.  She was
 the pretty second wife of Lord Camembert, who had
married her in hopes reviving his flagging sexual
appetite.  Eventually, she found that to be too much
work, and needed to appease her growing sexual
appetite.  She was one of several women who considered
becoming his mistress.  She was interested in him
because he was a handsome military hero who had had
several women, and was known to be discreet.  
	D'Escargot was spending Christmas in  Paris with his
wife and children.  One evening he had gone with
several friends to visit the Camemberts.   It had
started to snow, and most of the people left early. 
The Count started to depart, also but Valerie
indicated that he could spend the night is a guest
room.
	As she retired for the night, she whispered, "Wait
for me, Ronald."
	The Count had removed his doublet, pantaloons and
hose and was getting ready for bed.  He heard a knock
on the door and he bid her enter.  But when she came
into the room, he was not there.   Suddenly he grabbed
her from behind, blowing out her candle.  He grabbed
her breasts, and pushed her forward to the bed.
	Valerie turned back to him and said, "I have not felt
such passion for such a long time.  Excite me.  Make
love to me.  Make me feel everything."
	The count continued pulling at her breasts.   He then
reached under  her night dress and put a finger in the
vagina.  She was moaning with pleasure.  He had her
face down on the bed.  He smacked her bottom.
	"Ooh!  I've been a bad girl for leaving my husband.  
I deserve to be punished."   She said, moaning.
	D'Escargot took that as permission to hit her harder.
 As he did so, Valerie became more excited.  Soon her
ass was red from repeated slapping, but did  not want
him to stop.
	"Turn over,"  D'Escargot commanded.  As she did so he
pulled off her night dress.   He leaned down on top of
her, and kissed her, while pinching her vagina.  She
yelped in pain.
	"Do you want me to stop?"  D'Escargot asked.
	"Ohhh!  This is wonderful.  I still deserve more."
	After pinching some more, D'Escargot decided it was
time for him to have some fun.  He pulled off his
shirt and climbed  onto her chest.  He placed his
prick between her breasts and pulled them together.  
He rocked between her breasts, while  Valerie stared
at his prick by the light of the fire.  
	"Don't leave me out of it.  Take me all the way." 
Valerie said.  She was afraid he would  cum on her
chest.  
	"I don't want you to have a baby."  D'Escargot said.
	"It will be okay."  She had inserted a devise which
she hoped would prevent conception.  But she would go
to her husband right after leaving D'Escargot so would
 he believe any baby was his.   Now, she just wanted
the thrill of being with D'Escargot. 
	D'Escargot thrust his rock hard tool all the way up
her slit.  
	 Valerie began to squeal, "You're so big I think
you're coming out my mouth.   This is what I need."  
	D'Escargot just abandoned himself to the feeling. He
thrust into her vagina, but Valerie parried every
thrust with one of her own.   They rapidly fell into a
rhythm, bouncing on the bed. Soon the whole bed was
shaking with their movement. 
	"Oh, yes!  Oh yes!"  Valerie exclaimed, as orgasms
shook her body.  D'Escargot continued to pound into
her her, bringing her again to the brink.   He brought
her to a second orgasm, then  a third.   He still did
not let up.  He knew he could keep it up for a while,
but the excitement was overwhelming him, too.  It
would be just a few more seconds.  Then he exploded
like a cannon.   His sperm became cannon balls,
ricocheting off the sides of her box.  He continued to
pour fire into her until he had used all his
ammunition.
	"That was glorious.  But let me rest before we try
that again."   D'Escargot said.
	"Yes, but I need to rest too.  You wore me out."  She
replied.
	They fell asleep in the bed.  Before dawn, Valerie
kissed D'Escargot good night and went back to her
room. She did not want the servants to find her his
his bed.  She tried to seduce her husband, but to no
avail. 
	Later that winter, he invited Lady Camembert to his
chateau, which he was building to replace the old
castle.  She came and enjoyed every aspect of  his bed
and company. But in the spring, the  Countess and
their family came.  They usually spend the winters in
Paris and the summers in the country because Paris is
too hot.   Lady Camembert found herself displaced into
a side room and told that her encounters with the
Count had to be in his town house.  Many wives,
including the queen, tolerate a mistress, but the
Countess was not one of them. The Countess was barely
polite to Valerie, and let every body, especially the
Count, know that she was not pleased by her presence. 
An aristocratic mistress might be a serious threat to
her position.  Although the Count tried to assure his
wife that Valerie was not his mistress, he realized
that she would have to go.   
	Valerie returned to Paris and found another lover. 
Her  husband had died, and although the majority of
his estate went his children by his first wife, 
enough went to Valerie to support her and her lovers
in ample style  But the Count never tried again secure
another aristocrat as his mistress.  
	Following the incident with Valerie, the Countess
decided that it might be best to reduce the amount of
time spent in Paris and increase the amount of time
spent with her husband.   The Count met Valerie in
Paris, but there a small chance of him meeting someone
 like that in the provinces.  In addition, the
Countess was disturbed by the corruption at court. 
The building of the chateau gave her something useful
to do.  
	In addition to the builders,  the Countess brought in
artists, actors and musicians to improve her life and
those of her friends and family.    One set of popular
musicians were headed by Monsieur and Madame Poulet. 
Although most musicians were men, Madame Poulet could
sing and play the harpsichord.   They traveled from
chateau to chateau, giving concerts and lessons to the
daughters of the aristocrats.  Paul Poulet and
Katherine Poulet had been  passionately in love and
were together constantly.  But when Katherine got
pregnant, their passion cooled.  The baby died in
infancy and they did not try to conceive another. 
Their relationship became a business arrangement, as
Paul tried to satisfy his impulses with the numerous
prostitutes in the towns. 
	When the Poulets visited the D'Escargot's estate,
both the Count and Countess enjoyed their music.   
But the Count was attracted to something else in
Katherine.  Although she was not as pretty as some of
women he enjoyed,  she exuded a simmering sensuality
particular of artists.  
She saw in him a protector who might relieve her of
the constant travel and anxiety.  She certainly did 
not threaten the Countess.
	The Count arranged for her to meet him at a small but
neat house near the chateau and the village, which he
had rented for the purpose.  She knew why he wanted
her, but she appreciated being wanted.  D'Escargot 
invited Katherine into the main room.  He had a
servant prepare some food, and then disappear.   
	The Count removed his doublet and poured them both
some wine.
	"To you, my dear.  May you be as sweet as your
music."  he said, raising his cup.
	She accepted, saying, "Thank you for your kind
generosity."
	He sat down and urged her to sit next to him. 
Instead, she sat on his lap.  They kissed softly.  He
started to cover her face with kisses.  Sitting on his
lap, she was able to feel his manhood beneath his
pantaloons.  She started to rub it, but was startled
by how rapidly it grew.
The Count played with her ample breasts as she played
with his ample cock.  
	Finally, the Count said, "Stand up.  Let me see how
beautiful you are under that dress."
	Katherine removed her dress, and then sat on
D'Escargot again.  She wanted to make him happy, in
the hopes that he might provide her some security.  
Instead of  fondling her breasts, the Count put his
hand under her petticoat, to feel her pussy.   She
found his actions more thrilling that she had
expected.  She put her hand inside this hose and
rubbed harder.  
	Suddenly,  the Count stood up, almost throwing her
off.  He embraced her, putting her hands on her ass. 
He pushed her against the wall, and raised her
petticoat to her waist.  
	"Take me.  Use me.  Do anything you want to me."  
She said, breathlessly.
	"I am going to do just what I want."  The Count said,
harshly.
	He dropped his hose to ground, leaving his penis
available for action.  He knelt down, until he was
able to enter her.  He had her pinned to the wall,
unable to move, impaled on his prick. 
	"Do me. " She said.
	"I'll have my pleasure of you."  He replied.
	He started to bang away at her.   She wanted to him
to tear away at her, so she pulled her arms around
him, wordlessly urging him on.  This was the kind of
passion she had not felt since the first months of her
marriage. The Count realized that this woman had
something that most did not, a  fierce enjoyment of
everything sexual.  She was reduced to loud grunts of
passion by the flailing that he gave her body.  Each
orgasm was greater than the one before.
	"My God, I'm going to die again!"  She exclaimed. 
	The Count was past hearing anything she said.  He
just wanted the his cock to attain its necessary
relief.  He pushed has hard as he could.   He hurt her
as he banged her against the wall, but he did not
care.  All he cared about was the explosion gushing
forth from his prick.  He pushed again, until he was
thoroughly drained,
	Gradually, the Count relaxed, and let Katherine down
to the floor.  She almost fainted, but the Count
carried her to the bed.  There he removed her
petticoat and lay her naked across the sheets.   He
then undressed himself and gently got into bed next to
her.  They rested for an hour.
After they got up to use the chamber pot,  they got
back into bed.   Katherine started to play  with his
prick again.  It took a few minutes for it to gain
full strength, but soon it was as large as before.
	"I like the way you do me.  Do me again."  She said,
with a tone of urgency her voice.
	But the Count did not need to be urged.  He climbed
on top of her and thrust into her body.  He pumped
into her for several, minutes, letting her get very
excited.  But suddenly, he stopped.
	"What is the matter?"   She asked.
	"Turn over.  I want you from behind."   
	She had never done it from the rear before.    She
thought it was unnatural for people to have
intercourse the way animals do.  But she was too
excited to refuse.  She turned over, and he positioned
her the way he wanted her.  He stood on the floor and
entered her pussy from behind. He grabbed her breasts
and used them as handles to  pull her back on to him. 
She realized what he wanted and pushed back herself. 
She timed her movements to coincide with his.  But as
her orgasm hit, she lost the rhythm and just let it
happen.
	"I'm dyeing, I'm dyeing!"  She yelled as the orgasms
rolled through  her body like thunder in a storm.  
	The Count knew it would be just a matter of time for
him, so he also let it happen.  Soon his prick was
pulsating with love juice, immersing her eager box.  
	Katherine slumped forward onto the bed.  The Count
climbed in next to her and held her in his arms.   He
did not love her, but he had not had such a satisfying
sexual experience in years, not even with Valerie.  
	When Paul decided to move on to the next village, 
Katherine stayed behind.   He knew there was 
something in the village that he could not give her. 
Katherine stayed on, living in the house, as the
Count's mistress for several years.   The Countess
understood, and even had her give music lessons to the
children.   Katherine's husband would visit from time
to time, but when she got pregnant, it was widely
assumed to be the Count's baby, and he treated it as
such. Although the Count continued to have short term
encounters, he never had a mistress like Katherine. 





	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	



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