Countess Lilian de Schombard was almost thirty-six, by the standards of the time she was an old woman. But her husband, the count, was an old, old man. He did not hear well, barely walked, but he tried to fulfill his marital debt honestly. He hardly hobbled almost every night into the Countess's bedroom, lay down on it, jerked his skinny ass several times and fell asleep, not finding the strength to go to his apartments.
The countess then lay for a long time and looked out the open window to the accompaniment of his snoring. So it would be this time, if not for the dark silhouette outside the window. The countess started and wanted to scream, but the unknown jumped out of the window and found herself beside her. A gloved hand gently closed her mouth.

- I beg, not a word ...

It was Chevalier Olyphant, a young and handsome officer. She saw him for the first time at yesterday's ball and ... she had no chance to pass by. He was tall, slim and black. He was originally from somewhere in equatorial Africa, a very young boy fell into slavery. The merchants sold it to the Turks, the Turks presented Chevalier to Oliphant Sr., who performed some important mission in Constantinople. The old and childless chevalier fell in love with a clever boy as his son and bequeathed to him everything he had: a small estate, a noble title, his good old sword and a lot of debts. The newly made chevalier became a frequent guest at the most sophisticated receptions and enjoyed considerable success because of its exotic appearance and the most exquisite gallantry.

The whole evening Chevalier did not take her eyes off her, relentlessly followed her. She gave him two whole dances, when they sat and played cards, the countess quietly threw off her shoe and lightly ran her foot along his leg. Oliphant shuddered. The countess's foot, meanwhile, rose to the very groin and rested against something elastic and huge. They both froze, looking into each other's eyes. The countess was struck by the size of the weapon, the Chevalier could not move from the pleasure piercing him. For the first day of dating this was all more than enough. But the insolent Oliphant of all this was not enough. He begged for a date and today he entered her bedroom.

- You are crazy, chevalier ...
“It’s because I'm hopelessly in love.”
- But here is my husband ...
- He is fast asleep, do not worry.
- You ruin us both ...

Chevalier stared at her lips with a passionate kiss, the countess drew him to her. She felt a pleasant shiver, her legs gave way. She didn’t care if her husband would wake up or not. She wanted only one thing so that the huge black elastic snake would penetrate her bosom, fill her to the brim with her sweet poison.

Chevalier covered her neck with kisses, going lower and lower. The Countess ran her fingers into his wig. She sighed softly, afraid to give voice. The old count snored, lying on his back. Meanwhile, Oliphant’s hands were already caressing the great chest of the Countess. Chevalier gently stroked her through a thin nightgown. Lips left wet marks on Lilian’s delicate neck. The count suddenly stopped snoring and said something unintelligible. The Countess shuddered, a burning wave of fear sweeping through her body from the tips of her toes to her heart. She held her breath. But her gentleman was calm. He put one hand down to a special cut on the countess's shirt. This incision on the shirt at the groin site made it easier for the old and flabby member of the graph to penetrate her bosom. Now there is a playful black finger Chevalier. He went down from the clitoris to the labia. Lillian shuddered, fear gave the sensations a special urgency.

The old count turned on his side and began to snore again. Oliphant knelt, lifted the edge of his shirt, and hid his head under it like a canopy. His flexible tongue parted the labia and penetrated inside. The Countess covered her mouth with her hand to keep from groans. She sat on the edge of the bed, one leg was on the shoulder of a chevalier.He penetrated her tongue, and then wetting a finger in the prominent juice of love, carefully thrust it into the bottom hole. Lilian bit her hand to not cry out. Oliphant continued to play with her that way for a while. The countess was dripping with juice, her face was distorted, the tips of her toes slightly twitched when the flexible tongue of Chevalier touched one of the walls of her bosom. His finger slid easily into her anus. Lilian was all burning. She wanted only one thing.

“Chevalier ...” she said in a breaking whisper - I beg you, take me. Thrust your victorious sword into me ... Please ... do not hesitate.

Olifant rose from his knees, with a quick movement tore the countess's shirt in half. She appeared before him naked. A magnificent white body, a huge round chest with swollen pink nipples, golden pubic hair, a pink womb with plump lips. Lilian de Schombard was the most beautiful woman in France, and indeed the rest of the Christian world. Chevalier dropped his pantaloons and his giant black shiny member appeared before the countess in all her glory and alertness. The Countess sighed with admiration and anticipation.

Oliphant began to drive a head on her lips, teasing Lilian. But she was serious. The Countess grabbed the chevalier by the buttocks, spread her legs and resolutely brought him inside. With her second hand she did not have time to cover her mouth and cried out loudly when this huge monster crawled into her treasured cave. The count stopped snoring and said:

- Where is this damn Marie? You'll never get her ...

Chevalier and Countess are numb. The old count, without waiting for an answer, again began to make whistling sounds. Olyphant pulled member, but only in order to re-enter the entire length. Lilian restrained herself this time, but her nails clutched at the buttocks of the chevalier, leaving scratches there. Oliphant began to move measuredly. The Countess had never experienced such acute lust and pleasure. Never before has such a huge visitor been inside her. He penetrated into its most cherished depths, reached the most hidden point. Oliphant also could not deal with such a deep cave, which was able to take it entirely. Time seemed to stop. There was only a handsome black man, a beautiful magnificent white-skinned woman, his cock, which slid, slightly smacking.

Olyphant unexpectedly stopped and pulled out a member. The countess, who was close to the greatest orgasm in her life, hissed like a furious cat. But the chevalier stopped only in order to raise Lillian and deploy her back to himself. Then he penetrated it again, he was even more, penetrated even deeper. The Countess managed to bury her face in the pillow to hold back a cry. Oliphant accelerated the pace. The Countess realized that she no longer controlled herself. He filled it all up, he pierced through it, she quietly growled into the pillow, tearing it with her teeth. She was no longer a man. She was a lioness at the time of mating. There was nothing in the world except this shrill pleasure and primitive lust.

When the mighty sword struck her once again to the very depths, Lilian exploded with a firework of pleasure. Her head throbbed, her bosom was shaking, her lush buttocks were twitching. Her vagina sprinkled with juice, her eyes were covered with a purple shroud. Lilian gave a low throat cry and lost consciousness. At this moment, the inflamed Oliphant reached the peak of pleasure and released a hot stream of semen into it.

The count jumped up on the bed.

- BUT! What's happening?

He looked dubiously around. The countess came to herself lying on the bed. Oliphant was not. Only the wind in the garden shook the trees.

The count fell on his pillow and fell into oblivion again. Chevalier quietly climbed out from under the bed, put on pantaloons and silently slipped out the window. In the brightening sky, the stars disappeared one by one.