It struck midnight. The halls of the Countess of Galiani still sparkled with thousands of lights. Lively couples rushed to the sound of intoxicating music. Everything shone with the splendor of clothes and jewelry. The graceful, full of hospitality hostess and the queen of the ball seemed rejoiced at the success of the festival. She responded with a pleasant smile to the words, affection and complements that were scattered before her in gratitude for the invitation.

True to my observer habit, I have already made more than one note expressing doubts about the merits attributed to Countess Galiana. As a secular woman she was clear and understandable. It remained to investigate her morality, coming up with a lancet of analysis to her heart, and then a strange feeling of hostility pushed me away, making it difficult to continue research.

I had tremendous difficulties trying to penetrate the depths of the soul of this woman, whose behavior did not explain anything. Still young, beautiful, in terms of wide taste, this woman kept herself apart in the light without relatives, relatives and friends. She led such a luxurious lifestyle, which could hardly be provided by one state.

Evil tongues, as usual, cursed, but there was no evidence and the countess remained immaculate. Some called her theodore, a woman devoid of heart and temperament, but others said that she wears a deep wound in her soul and seeks to protect herself from cruel disappointments in the future.

In an effort to overcome the hesitations of my judgments, I called for the help of all the power of logic, but everything was to no avail. And it was not possible to make a satisfactory conclusion. Frustrated, I was about to leave all such reflections, when one old libertine exclaimed:

- Listen, because she ... TRIBAZA!

This word illuminated all the links. Contradictions smoothed out.

Tribaza! about! this word seems scary to the ear, it creates before you an exciting vision of unheard-of voluptuousness, vicious to madness

This is frantic rabies, unstoppable desire, terrifying and incomplete enjoyment ...

In vain I drove away these images, they in the blink of an eye plunged my imagination into a riotous whirlwind.

I had already seen in front of me a naked countess in the arms of another woman with flowing hair, choking, exhausted by the agony of unsatisfied sweetness.

My blood burned, my feelings tightened, I stumbled onto the couch. Recovering from this wild hurricane of feelings, I began to ponder how to take the countess by surprise. It had to be done at all costs.

I decided to spy on her for the night if I manage to hide in her bedroom. The glass door of the bedroom was just opposite the bed. I hid in the drapes and patiently began to expect further developments.

After some time, the Countess appeared, accompanied by a maid, a young girl with beautiful outlines of form.

“Go to bed, Julia, I will spend this night without you, and if you hear a noise in my room, don't worry, I want to be alone,” said the Countess.

These words promised a lot ...

I was ready to applaud my courage. little by little in the living room began to subside. Taking advantage of the minute, when the Countess turned to her approaching friend, I deftly slipped into the bedroom and hid in the drapery of the walls. The Countess was left alone with a friend.

It was Fanny.

Fanny: Annoying weather! A terrible downpour and not one stroller.

Galiani: It saddens me too. Unfortunately, my crew is with the master.

Fanny: Mom will be worried.

Galiani: Well, don't worry, honey! Your mother is warned. She knows that you will spend this night with me. Make yourself at home.

Galiani missed her in the bedroom and they both appeared before my eyes.

Fanny: Right, you are very kind, but I can constrain you ...

Galiani: On the contrary. You give me pleasure.This is just a small incident that will amuse me. I will not even let you go of this room. We will stay together.

Fanny: Why? After all, I will prevent you from sleeping.

Galiani: Well, you are very ceremonious. We will be like two friends - missionaries.

A sweet kiss reinforced this outpouring of tenderness.

- I will help and undress you, the maid went to bed, loafer! Well, yes, we will go around without me ... What is the addition! Happy girl. I admire your figure.

Fanny: You flatter me!

Galiani: Oh wonderful! What is the whiteness! This is what you can envy.

Fanny: No, you're wrong about that. I tell you sincerely. You are whiter than me.

Galiani: My child, do not say that. Better remove everything from yourself, like me. Well, why be ashamed? After all, we are not in front of a man. You look at this mirror. If Paris were here, he would, of course, give you an apple, cheat. You should be kissed on the forehead ... on the cheeks ... on the lips ... you are beautiful everywhere, all ... all ...

Countess's lips passionately and passionately ran over Fanny. Fanny was completely embarrassed and allowed to do everything with herself, not understanding what was happening.

This charming couple was the embodiment of passion and grace, sweet self-forgetfulness and fearful shame. The angel girl was in the arms of an inflamed bacchante.

What beauty has opened my eyes! What a sight made my heart pound.

Fanny: Oh, what are you doing, madam! Let me in, madam, I beg you!

Galiani: No, no, my fanny! My child! My joy! A life! You are so charming. You see, I love you ... losing my mind! In vain the girl resisted. Kisses drowned out her screams. Clenched in arms, entwined by the hands of Galiani, like snakes, she fought like a dove. In a hot hug, grabbing the girl, the countess carried her onto the bed and threw her booty there.

Fanny: What are you? Oh god Wait ... but it's terrible! I will scream! Leave me. I am afraid of you.

But the kisses were even hotter, drowned out by her screams. Her arms were hugging her more and more, and so the two bodies merged into one ...

Galiani: Fanny, closer to me, surrender to me with my whole body ... like this! My joy! Here, here, how are you trembling a child ... yeah, you give up.

Fanny: This is bad ... this is bad ... you are destroying me ... I'm dying.

Galiani: Hold me, my love ... hold me tight. How good are you ... are you enjoying, are you happy? Oh my God!

It was a spectacle of madness. The countess with hot eyes, wriggling, rushed at her victim, rather frightened than excited. Their gestures and gusts did not stop, fire kisses drowned out cries and sighs. The bed crunched from the countess's frenzied jolts. Soon, exhausted, weakened, Fanny spread her arms, she lay pale as a beautiful deceased ...

The Countess was delirious. Pleasure killed her, not ending with satisfaction. Distraught, she threw herself on the carpet in the middle of the room and, rolling, took extravagant shameless poses, trying with her fingers to summon the passing pleasure. At this sight, my mind clouded. One moment I was disgusted and indignant, I wanted to appear in front of the countess and bring down the whole weight of contempt on her, but the feelings of the man overcame her mind.

Having thrown off the clothes, hot, I rushed to the beautiful Fanny. Before she realized that she had undergone a new attack, I, gleefully, felt how, under me, responding to my every movement, her flexible body was shaking and shaking. Squeezing her tongue, prickly and burning, I knocked off her legs with my own and our souls merged. Destroyed, lost in the arms of Fanny, I did not feel the violent onslaught of the countess.

Driven by my exclamations and sighs, she, enraged, tried to force me away from my girlfriend ... her fingers and teeth stuck into my body.

Double contact with bodies, burning with passionate thirst, only doubled my desire.

I was in flames. Retaining my position as a ruler over Fanny’s body, I, in this struggle of three bodies, mixed up, crossed, grappled with each other, achieved what was tightly squeezing the Countess’s hips, I kept them unfolded above ...