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OTEC_Count_N_Countess
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

"You remember the Count and Countess?"
Indeed he did, the Countess was a looker in her fine clothes,
naked, she looked very good also.

Vin held out his elbow, he had done the VIP tour
so many times he could do it with his eyes closed,
they started on the far side of the great hall, touring
all the major streets.
The Countess was a charming conversationalist
and ask pertinent questions, she seemed genuinely
pleased with herself, when her sexually explicit
questions caused Vin to begin having an erection.
Vin didn't mind, he wouldn't be in this line of work
if he was bashful.
The Countess seemed most interested in contests.
"Give it a try. Vin suggested"
The Countess pushed the fiberglass wand out of the way,
that was blocking her passage between the velvet ropes.
"You notice from the counter here, the last woman had 74 men"
"Seventy three." the Countess corrected him.
"See those two buttons there?"
"Push them simultaneously"
"See, the count is now 000 "
"All you have to do now, is lie down, and spread your legs."
"Yes, the average is around one hundred men during a
ten hour contest, as it is possible to participate in four contests
during the seventy two hours,
women who wish to do so can have sex with about four hundred men."

"I am fortunate to have a thoroughly European husband."
She looking at Vin in a fashion that caused his erection
to reach one hundred percent.
She was lying on her back with her legs spread,
"The counter now read 001 "
Vin penetrated her, without further ado.

The last stage of the tour went past the vendors
and the employees only booths, the only thing
remaining was animals. Vin was neutral, with his elbow
so it was as easy, to turn right, away from the hallway,
or to continue strait on. Firm pressure on the
elbow, left no doubt as to their destination.

Vin had his animals VIP tour down pat,
"The lady lies on her back in the harness here,
she slides back and forth, the animal has no opportunity
to lunge forward injuring her"
"The horse collar apparatus, serves the function
of preventing over penetration, with this machine
the woman is more passive, and the donkey
supplies, the enthusiasm"
"The Asian pot bellied pigs are for petite women with very small vagina's"
"Sheep are the closest to human beings in genitalia size, any woman, who is
interested in a novel experience will, appreciate Dolly the ram here"
(The staff had better sense than to name any of the llamas Dolly, Vin 
was a practicing Buddhist.)

Vin was starting to move on to the llamas, and canines, but the pressure 
on his elbow steered his
hand to within centimeters of the latch on Dolly's gate."
They were through the gate in a moment.
"What do I do?"
"Lie down and spread your legs,
Dolly has done this before, you don't need to buy him a drink."
Blushing pink with excitement, the Countess did as instructed.
Dolly performed as advertised, the Countess
was one of those highly vocal women, she was
doing partial sit ups, her hair streaming in an arc.
Through it all she managed to match Dolly
thrust for thrust, she ended up urinating
on the straw bale as she reached her screaming orgasm.
Vin took Dolly's place, the Countess had made him so horny he was about 
to pop.
Vin climaxed rapidly once, continuing to thrust
through his ejaculation beginning work on number two,
as he was thrusting away he noticed the Countess
was looking up, and to her left.
The animal pavilion does not have wooden bleachers
suitable for basketball spectators.
The benches are well padded, so as not to bruise
the backs of ladies heads.
This was well, as it was Lady Kathy and the Count
In the bleachers, the Count was hard at it Lady Kathy
had her long legs around him hanging on tight.
They waited until the Count finished his orgasm waving, with come here 
hand motions.

Lady Kathy demonstrated the donkey machine
it was unbelievably obscene, watching her
matching the donkey stroke for stroke, eighteen inches
of huge organ disappearing into her body with each lunge.
She stood up triumphantly with donkey juice
running out of her like a garden hose.

"Come with me" she told the Countess who was
plainly lubricating to her knees.

"These are llamas."
"Yes, these two are specially trained."
"Lie down over there."
The Countess did as instructed

Kathy showed her that it was possible to train
two llamas to cooperate with each other, and
do a double vaginal penetration.

Kathy had to lay down on an adjacent straw bale
Vin slid underneath her, the Count was
standing there with a huge erection, watching
his wife's obscene performance, patiently waiting
his turn, on top of Kathy.
Kathy hissed at him to get his attention,
understanding dawned on his face.
While his wife was doing double V with the llamas
he moved forward, demonstrating that men
were as adaptable as llamas.

Kathy had the couple moved to their townhouse
so is it would be more convenient for them on
Thursday night.
Fleet Week was only five days away.
Kathy had conspired with Beatrice she was
to be as sexually provocative as possible
with her house guests, but not actually
let the Count have any.

They had special entertainment, that evening
Madame Cathie was there, with two of her friends
from the Aphrodite club.
One of the friends pulled out a gold plated
German digital camera, and cabled it up
to the display wall.
Madame Cathie hopped up and stood on top of their
extremely over engineered coffee-table.
"Your attention please, we have a short film,
Vin helped me write a contract obligating
my former husband, to provide certain
sexual acts, or he would be in default
and lose his hotel"
"The poor simpleton could not read
without his lips moving."
"The film you're about to see is what
these two ladies did to him in the bathroom"
we do not have a film of what
I was doing, leaning against
the far wall of the bathroom,
we will have to re-create that part
in real time."

The two friends knelt they gave each other the
high five they continued holding their hands together
as they made a spear fist of their two hands
which they slowly inserted into his Madame Cathie's vagina,
they began with great tenderness to
give her a double fist fuck, their two slender
arms disappearing into the pink opening.

When Madame Cathie was most of the way
to her orgasm she shouted
"Role it."

The image took up the entire wall
for an instant the corset was wings on either side of
Weasel, it swung around behind him and disappeared
into the bath tub.
The film of his abdomen, showed the bowel inflating,
as though a pack of hamsters were racing for
the large intestine.
The bladder went from unnoticed to protruding
like a cantaloupe.
His erection vanished.
As his penis slid backward the plastic tubing was expelled,
looking as though it was being extruded by a machine..

Madame to Kathy was having an orgasm of sufficient
magnitude both friends had to reach up
with their spare hands grabbing her wrists
so she would not fall off the coffee table.
She caught her breath.
"Would you believe my unrepentant wife beater
of a husband gave me an uncontested divorce after that?"

The audience was howling.
The Count looked down to see, who was holding his erection
with such a warm hand.
It was Beatrice she tugged on his member giving him very
little choice in the matter.
"Follow me."
They went into the master bedroom and around to the far side
of the super King bed.
She and the Count climbed into bed together.

Lady Kathy had hopped on the overbuilt coffee-table,
Vin was standing beside the Countess, watching Lady Kathy
take a wide stance, leaning her head back, her long blond hair
streaming down her back.
The two friends began moving toward her.
Little Sister moved around the backside of the coffee table.

While Madame Cathie gave him a blow job Vin watched
them triple fist the woman he loved.

"Countess may I present my good friend Young Leopard"
"Will you be so good as to show the contessa your surprise"
The Countess was looking down at his surprise.
She a huge smile she reached over, closing her long fingers
around the huge tool, he in turn, took her by the hand,
she followed willingly into the master bedroom.

She smiled with dimples as she recognized Beatrice and the Count.
She laid on her side of the bed, and slowly spread her legs.
After everyone and had at least two orgasms,
they traded partners, Young Leopard made a joke of it
acting as though he did not know they were man and wife.
"Hey man you want to trade, I found this really hot number
at the party, you gotta give her back though."

The Count and Countess found it incredibly erotic having
sex with each other.
They had wife swapped hundreds of times
but never had it occurred to them to have sex together,
at such an event.
Later, Beatrice, and the Countess took turns
one would do, double vaginal, while the other watched.
Everyone watched as the Young Leopard slowly fisted
Beatrice.

Vin and Kathy slept in a guest bedroom that night.

At one point during breakfast the following morning
Young Leopard ask if the Duchess could pass him
some mushroom sauce.
"Duchess?" The Countess asked
"Oh yes" Vin replied
"Lady Kathy talked them into changing the Constitution, making it possible."

The Count had picked up, one of Beatrice's hands, he carefully
kissed her knuckles
"Duchess" he said reverently."

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