One day she saw dogs hustling among themselves. Her lustful curiosity helped her understand the mechanism of action of the floor and it became clear to her what was missing from her. Living in solitude, surrounded by old maidservants without seeing a single man, she could not expect to find a burning arrow, created for a woman. The young temfomana found that the monkeys are the closest to this person and remembered the orangutan brought to her by her father. She took up the study of the beast, and since her observations continued for a long time, his body, excited by the girl's closeness, turned in all its glory ...

Listening to the voice of madness, she broke a hole in the cage, which the animal immediately took advantage of. To the delight of the maiden, the monkey's organ leaned out. The excessive magnitude puzzled him somewhat, but all yielding to the devil's obsession she came closer, touched, stroked. The monkey was trembling, grimacing. The girl wanted to retreat, but a final glance at the bait returned her to wild desire. She made up her mind and, lifting her skirt, ead it backed towards its intended goal ... and the battle began. The beast replaced the man. Virginity was corrupted. Pleasure caused moans and screams. Hearing this, the mother ran into the room and found her daughter tightly pressed against the cage and giving away. In order to cure her daughter of monkey madness, her mother sent her to a monastery.

Fanny: It would be better to give it to absolutely monkeys.

Galiani: Maybe you are right, but I will continue about myself. Easily adapted to the idle life, she agreed to take initiation into the secret monastic saturnalia. Two days later the show took place.

I came naked, according to the statute. She made an oath, devoting herself to a huge artificial priap laid for the ceremony in the hall. After the ceremony, the crowd of sisters rushed at me. I obeyed all the whims and took the most desperate poses of unrestrained lust, and after completing everything with an obscene fantastic dance, I was recognized as the winner.

One little nun, more lively, more playful than the prioress, took me to her bed. It was the most ingenious tribase that hell could create. I had such a passion for her that we were almost inseparable during the great orgasmic hearings. These hearings were held in one hall, where the genius of art was combined with the spirit of debauchery. The walls of the hall were covered with dark blue velvet, framed by a lemon tree with carved ornaments. Much of the walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. During the orgy, crowds of naked nuns reflected in the mirrors, clearly looming on the dark panels of carpets. Pillows replaced the seats, double carpet of the finest production covered the entire floor. Human groups in love poses, diverse and intricate, were woven with an exquisite combination of colors. The paintings depicted on the ceiling, throwing a vivid challenge insane debauchery. I have always remembered the image on the ceiling of the tribase, fervently tormented by a caribbean.

Fanny: Oh, there must be a magnificent spectacle!

Galiani: Add to everything the intoxicating smell of perfume and flowers, the mysteriously caressing light, wonderful as the opal overflows. All this created an unexplained charm associated with anxiety of desires, with sensual dreams in reality. It seemed a mysterious east with its sucking nonchalance.

Fanny: How sweet are those nights near loved ones!

Galiani: Yes, love would willingly choose this place as its temple, if the ugly orgy would not turn it into a den.

Fanny: How is it?

Galiani: At nightfall, nuns converged there, dressed in plain black tunics. Their hair was loose, their legs were spread. Sacred listening began, solemn, magnificent.Some participants sat, others lay on pillows. Delicious and spicy dishes and exciting wines were served on a low table. After eating them, the faces of women, weakened by debauchery and pale, flared and reddened. Exciting seasoning poured fire on the body and stirred the blood. It became noisy, drunken shouts, laughter explosions, the clatter of dishes and glasses were heard.

And here one of the nuns, the most depraved, the most impatient, suddenly gave her neighbor a fiery kiss, like a lightning igniting the crowd. Couples converged, intertwined in ardent embraces, lips merged with lips, bodies merged with bodies ... suppressed sighs were followed by words of deadly languor, hot fireplaces poured the fire of passion.

Soon the kisses of the cheeks, breasts, shoulders and clothes were not enough! An unmatched spectacle was revealed! A garland of female bodies, flexible, delicate, woven in fast or slow touches, the finest air-sweet and insanely ardent and frisky gusts. When the impatient couples seemed to be too distant a moment of last joy, then they were separated for a minute to gather their courage. Glancing at each other, they sought to seduce each other in the most unimaginable postures. The battled woman was attacked by the victor and let herself be upset, rode into the sweetest middle of her body, so that both would experience the same pleasure, a beating body emitting rattles of exhausted lust, ending in a double cry. One attacked the other. couples hit the other couples, falling to the floor in the sweetest languor.

The quiet rays of the morning sun met a pile of female bodies in an unconscious state and wild madness.

Fanny: What a madness!

Galiani: But this was not enough. All the scabrous tales of ancient times were known to us. It was all surpassed! Elevantino and Aretino were beggars in front of our fantasy. You can judge this by what was taken to stir up blood.

First of all, each was immersed in a bath of hot bovine blood, restoring strength, then tincture of cantaril was taken and the body was rubbed. Then the victim was magically put to sleep and, when the dream took hold of her, giving the body an appropriate position, whipped it and pricked it until the appearance of bloody stains. In the midst of torture, she awoke, confused, staring at us madly. Convulsions began with her and then she was licked by dogs and quietly and fiercely subsided. If it did not help, then they demanded a donkey.

Fanny: Donkey! Good God!

Galiani: We had two donkeys, well trained and obedient. We didn’t want to give in to the Roman ladies who used this tool in the Saturnalia. The first test was unbearable for me. I rushed to the bench and a donkey was suspended above me. His priap slapped hard on my stomach. Grabbing him with both hands, I directed him and, tickling a second or the other, slowly began to move myself ... helping my fingers, with oncoming body movement and, thanks to softening ointments, I finally took possession of five inches of it. Trying to capture more, I suddenly lost my strength. It seemed to me that everything inside me was torn apart, that I was broken, quartered. Hot and tickling sensuality joined the deep exhausting pain. The animal was rubbing me with its movements, shaking the spine. Oh, what a delight! Suddenly, I felt a stream flow by drop, drop by drop, reaching my very bottom. All this foamed in me when I swallowed two more inches with a long cry. My friends recognized me as a winner. In exhaustion, I thought that my love thirst was finally over, but suddenly, with a stubborn ass, he rose, almost lifting me up into the air. My nerves tightened, my teeth were clenched, they creaked from tension.

Again the stormy jet ran, filling me with a hot stream, strong and caustic. My body, having saturated itself with balsam, did not feel anything else, except for acute bliss, which gently inflamed everything in me. What a sweet torture! Torture, causing death and intoxication.

Fanny: Well, tell me, how did you leave this monastery?

Galiani: Once we decided to turn into men with the help of artificial priaps and, having pierced each other's back, we ran around in a string (we were young and mischievous). I was a post link, and therefore, saddling the extreme, I myself was not ... Read more →