Erotic Letters
....(44k) by Claude P. Jolyot de Crebillon
INTRODUCTION
According to L'Histoire des Contes Erotiques (Vol. II, Librairie de la Sorbonne, Paris), Crebillon, the bad boy among the gossip columnists of the eighteenth century, was actually not the author of the Erotic Letters of the Count de Grammont to the Duchess of Richelieu, but only the editor.
The introductory letter of Emile de Plessis to Crebillon states the truth about the authenticity of the letters of the count, who was a captain in the army of the Sun King, Louis XIV, and one of the lovers of the Duchess de Richelieu, the wife of an uncle of the "great" Due de Richelieu, known as the outspoken enemy of Madame de Pompadour.
Had Claude Crebillon (1707-1777) been the ghost writer of these letters, the unmistakable cynicism of his personal style would have betrayed him. The obvious compassion of Armand de Grammont for the Alsacian Baroness von Felsen was alien not only to Crebillon, but to the age of Rococo writers itself. The cynicism of the courtiers of Versailles was proverbial and their sexual promiscuity was never tempered with genuine emotions except for occasional fits of romanticized sentiments that were merely skin deep.
The men of the Baroque period, that is, those of the privileged class, did not care about being thought virtuous. They were afraid of only one thing: ridicule. To be laughed at was far worse than being called an adulterer or fornicator. The great majority of marriages were not the outcome of love matches, but the premeditated arrangements of families who wanted to perpetuate their noble line and, in many cases, to preserve and, if possible, increase the family fortunes.
In his Memoirs on the Reign of Louis XIV and the Regency, the Duke of Saint-Simon throws much light on the habits and mores of his day. The members of the nobility between the ages of sixteen and sixty were continually busy with erotic adventures, in addition to overindulging in the pleasures of refined food prepared by expert chefs. It is therefore not surprising to read the Duke de Grammont's complaint that he was "condemned" to be continent for two weeks. That a potent young nobleman should be denied his opportunity of daily fornication seemed a severe punishment in those days and-as the Count thought-it was only fair and natural that he should share with his orderly the favors of the lady's maid until he was able to conquer the lady herself.
An unusual feature in these letters is the concern shown by the men for the contraceptive rinsings to be performed by the female partners after intercourse. Baroque men, as a rule, were hardly concerned with the biological consequences of their love affairs. Louis XIV sired more bastards than legitimate children and the same lack of moral scruples was shown by his courtiers and the male members of the landed gentry.
The fact that both Armand de Grammont and his orderly, Paul, kept urging their women to use the hygienic syringe, proves that they were capable of more humane sentiments than a mere sexual interest in their momentary bed partners, although the personalities of the baroness and her maid seem to invite sympathy even from such lusty males as occupying French soldiers. The baroness' wish to be impregnated by her lover betrays her love for him and also makes it understandable that he was not ready for it. He had to leave secretly to avoid an emotional good-bye scene, something an eighteenth century male feared like the plague.
The astonishing frankness displayed by the Count in his letters to the woman who seemed to hold for him far more than a physical attraction, was not astonishing for his contemporaries. Men and women were eager to stimulate each other's desires by detailed descriptions of their erotic activities and the edited and unedited correspondences of those days are unsurpassed in that respect by any letters of other periods. It was only toward the last quarter of the eighteenth century that writers tried to replace the so-called four letter words with a more euphemistic vocabulary which, in turn, sounded quite bawdy after it had become the accepted fashion.
Crebillon himself, in contrast to other writers of erotica, was able to use both a select vocabulary and an elegant style as well as the most outspoken erotic slang that had been in use since the days of Rabelais. But he could not avoid a certain artificiality of style that was the accepted literary fashion of his day and which sharply contrasted with the artless and rather gossipy writing of the Count de Grammont who belonged to the generation preceding the reign of Louis XV.
It is the human element in the letters of the Count de Grammont, apart from the sexual involvement, that makes them different from anything that Crebillon ever wrote, or edited. On the other hand, we may assume that Crebillon, the cynic, was also capable of understanding feelings of compassion and empathy-something that was looked down upon by his contemporaries.
Hilary E. Holt, Ph.D. Los Angeles, August 1969
LETTER 1
Amelie, my adored friend, My regiment is stationed in Wolfenhausen of all places, an abominable little town near the Rhine, where the wine is at least drinkable and the female population tolerably presentable.
My officers have found nice quarters with several families who all-thank heaven-are blessed with pretty young daughters. I accepted the invitation of old Baron Felsen to be his house guest, especially when I noticed that his beautiful young wife did not approve of her husband's action. You know me well enough, dear friend, to understand why the apparent resistance of the baroness provoked me into an eager willingness to live at her chateau as long as we had to remain in Wolfenhausen.
The room assigned to me was elegantly furnished, and distinguished itself by the roomy four poster bed which would easily harbor two couples engaged in games of love. I decided at once not to waste such a useful piece of furniture. Paul, my orderly, reported to me that the room they had given him was opposite the one of the baroness' personal maid, Marie, a nice young country wench whose eyes betrayed her appreciation of Paul's good looks, perhaps also of the promising bulky protuberance under his codpiece. It was evident that he would have less difficulty in conquering the giggling and blushing maid than I in making any headway with the icy baroness.
As we checked into our quarters in the late afternoon, the first meal with our hosts was dinner. The baron, who spoke an excellent French, tried his best to keep up a conversation of sorts, while his wife pretended not to notice my presence, apart from an ungracious nod in my direction before we sat down at the table.
"You have been to our beautiful Alsace before, count?" asked the baron.
"Yes, a few years ago, during the great maneuvers."
"So you must be familiar with the quality of our wines...."
"I certainly am, baron. And, if you will permit me to say so, also with the beauty of your women...."
The baron accepted my remark with good-natured laughter, while his wife's pale face suddenly flushed a flaming red. I decided to drive the point a little further.
"... and not excepting the present company, if I may say so...."
There was a slight exclamation from the baroness when she dropped her wine glass on the floor. She suddenly stood up and said:
"You'll have to excuse me. I sat down to dinner with a headache and now it has become unbearable. Albert ... you'll stay with the count! I'll go to my room alone ... No, no, please! Marie will take care of me...."
The baron and I had wanted to accompany the baroness, but she insisted that we return to the table and continue our meal.
"Poor Margaret...." mumbled the baron, while we resumed our seats at the table. "She's been suffering from these strange migraine headaches for the last year...."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Is she under a doctor's care?"
"Oh yes ... he prescribes all sorts of herbal potions, but they don't seem to help much...."
"What seems to have been the cause of her condition?"
"We don't really know. Of course, there was the death of her young cousin, the Count of Felden, last year...."
"Oh? He suddenly died of some illness...."
"No, it wasn't an illness!" The baron sipped from his glass. We drank an excellent vintage of white Alsacian wine from his cellar.
"No, he died from the wounds he received in a duel...."
"A duel...."
"Yes ... The duel itself was a strange affair...."
The baron seemed to hesitate.
"Strange? Baron? Would you care to tell me what was so strange about it? Somebody insulted him, I suppose, and answered his challenge...."
"No...." said the baron absentmindedly. "It was on account of the baroness, my wife...."
"He defended the honor of the baroness?"
"Yes, that's what everybody told me. I was in Cologne, and I had told Margaret that whenever Heinz wanted to chaperon her, I would not mind if she attended any social affairs in our neighborhood...."
"Heinz, I suppose was Count Felden, her cousin...."
"Yes! They went to a masked ball at the chateau Richthausen and when Heinz noticed that a masked cavalier was whispering something to my wife, he pushed him away. Margaret said the man asked her for a secret rendezvous and Heinz was furious. The challenge was accepted and they crossed swords in the courtyard of the chateau. They had discarded their masks and it turned out that Heinz's opponent was the Count of Driesen, one of the most feared blades in the Rhineland. He drove the point of his sword through Heinz's heart during the second exchange. The young man died before the doctor arrived. Margaret fainted and was confined to bed for a week ... She hasn't been normal since...."
"I suppose she was very close to her cousin...."
"Very much so! They grew up together ... Even after I married her, she and Heinz remained very close to each other. They were like brother and sister...."
I made a sympathetic noise and thought that the brother-sister relationship between those two young people might have been somewhat on the incestuous side. The baroness could not be a year older than twenty and she was married to a man whose fifty-five years were distinctly visible. A healthy young woman, seemingly accustomed to the tender ministrations of her equally healthy and virile young cousin, was now left alone with an older man who was unable to satisfy her natural needs, at least not as much as her late cousin had been able to do.
You will understand, my dear friend, that my humanitarian instincts were immediately aroused. This, of course, quite apart from my virile sentiments that always react automatically to a beautiful woman. The baron and I finished our dinner in relative silence and I pretended to be greatly concerned about the chronic migraine attacks of the baroness and finally remarked that I had learned a specific neck massage from a Dutch physician which increased the circulation of the blood in the head and could reduce any sort of headache.
Baron Felsen had partaken a little too much of the excellent wine to pay much attention to my remark, but when I made a point of repeating it, he became quite interested.
"You mean to say that you could cure such a migraine, Count...."
"I don't know whether I could cure it, but I've had proof that such massage can relieve the pain for a considerable length of time...."
"Hm, very interesting! I'll mention it to the baroness, tomorrow...."
"No, baron, don't do that! I wish you'd discuss it with the physician who's treating the baroness first. I have the impression that she'd have more confidence in my method if he approves of it...."
You will say that I shouldn't have subjected myself to the risk of having the doctor disapprove of my suggestion. On the other hand, I was sure, the baroness would never have tolerated any man touching her unless her doctor spoke to her first.
My instinct told me that the seeming frigidity and great reserve of that woman was the consequence of her losing her young lover. I had no doubt whatever that Heinz von Felden had been more to her than a cousin and playmate of her childhood. She had enjoyed intensive sexual gratification with the young man, a gratification which the baron was unable to supply, although he might have been potent to a certain degree.
I knew that once I succeeded in being alone with the baroness I could prove to her that I was a worthy replacement for her unfortunate lover. I wished the baron good night and retired to my luxurious bedroom, not without summoning Paul and explaining to him how necessary it was to gain the good will and cooperation of the baroness' maid. Paul reported with great glee that he had already been able to press Marie into a dark comer and stifle her weak protests with a few lingering kisses.
"That girl has a pair of wonderful teats...." Paul said and added, "If I am lucky, I'm going to pay her a little visit tonight...."
"She might lock her door...."
"Oh no, she can't do that!"
"Why can't she, you optimist?"
"Because I sneaked into her room and stole the key. It was sticking in the lock inside...."
I laughed and told Paul of my plans with the baroness and how important it would be to gain the complete confidence of Marie.
"Don't worry, captain...." He called me by my military rank. "I'll fuck that girl into submission and make her our ally in everything. Once she's tasted my good thing here...." he patted his codpiece, "she'll be as docile as a pet dog...."
"I hope you are right, Paul. Perhaps you can tell me some good news tomorrow...."
"Perhaps...." Paul said with a wink. "And now let me help you out of your riding boots."
When he had left me, I was lying alone in that tremendous bed and regarded the rigid weapon of love between my legs which was doomed to inactivity for the present. My desire became so strong that I almost lost control of my reason and wanted to go downstairs to Paul's room and propose that we both should take on the baroness' maid alternately.
Ah, my dear friend, how understanding you would have been if you could have been near me. Although I am sexually not faithful to any woman, I must confess that none of the bed partners I have had since our last night together, have your charm and your passion. Thinking of you only increased my excitement and I had to relieve myself like a school boy in order to calm down somewhat. And now I am sitting at the writing desk and by the light of four candles I'm writing this confession to you. How I long to be with you again and press my lips on those pink nipples of your divine breasts. Good night, dearest, you'll hear from me soon again.
Armand.
LETTER 2
My adorable Amelie, It has been a whole week that I've been the house guest at Baron Felsen's chateau and you'll be glad to hear that after that first eventless night my virility had plenty of chances to assert itself.
Paul, my orderly, had an immediate success with the baroness' maid. That fellow proved to have more brains than you might suspect in a boy whose physical faculties were more apparent than his wits. The morning after our first night he knocked on my door and surprised me by serving a cup of hot chocolate.
"Yes, I know," he said, "I should have sent up a servant with your breakfast, but I was eager to report to you the delightful things that happened during the night...."
"Ah...." I sipped the sweet brew and leaned back in my pillows, " ... you conquered the fortress of that lovely enemy?"
Paul sat on the edge of my bed and slapped his muscular thigh.
"By Jove, there is not much left to conquer if the enemy surrenders on sight...."
"You mean, she...."
"I mean, I stole that key to her door for nothing, because a few moments after I had entered my own room there was a knock at the door and when I opened, there was Marie, blushing and stammering...."
"Well, go on ... what did she say?"
"I quickly pulled her into the room and locked the door before she could get a coherent sentence out of her mouth. Then, I pulled her down on the bed and shut her mouth with mine until she pushed me away to get some breath...."
"She didn't scream ... or anything...."
"Scream, my foot! She reached out and stroked my hair and, at last, was able to speak. 'Paul,' she said, 'I merely wanted to ask you whether you are going to serve your master breakfast in the morning, or whether one of our servants should take his chocolate up to him
"And what did you answer?"
"I kissed her again until she struggled out of my arms, but only to say: 'Paul, why don't you answer my question, first. Because if somebody else is going to serve breakfast to the Count, I've got to tell the majordomo before he goes to bed ... '"
"I didn't know the baron had a majordomo here. At least, I didn't see any. The dinner last night was served by the baron's footman...."
"You're right, captain! There is no majordomo in this household ... But I found that out only this morning when talking to the other servants. Marie merely used it as a clever excuse to come to my room...."
"You're always lucky with the wenches, Paul, damn you! Now let's hear what happened...."
"Captain, you know that I'm not half as lucky with servant girls as you are with the great ladies at court ... Your reputation as a lover is formidable...."
"Come now, Paul! Enough of this mutual admiration society stuff. I want to hear how you made out with the girl. Your success is going to help me with the baroness, you know...."
"At your orders, sir! I assured the girl she didn't have to worry one bit about your breakfast, because I was going to take care of it. And then, without any further stalling, I took her hand and put it on my codpiece where her fingers instinctively curved around the stiff rod inside. I could see she was no novice in the games of love and told her to get out of her clothes as quickly as possible unless she wanted to avoid my impatient hands that would tear them off her. While she was getting her last petticoat off-I suppose she was wearing at least four of them-my own clothes were already strewn all over the floor, and the two of us fell naked onto the bed...."
"And the next moment you were between her legs, eh?"
Paul scratched behind his ear.
"I wish I could tell the story like this, sir. But when I thought I could stick my arrow into her, she turned on her belly and buried her face in the pillow. I tried to turn her around, but she resisted with great strength. 'What's the matter, Marie?' I said. 'Don't you want us to make love?'
"'Yes,' she mumbled into the pillow, 'but no man is going to get me with child unless he marries me."
"'You mean I should marry you?' I asked her.
"She turned her face around and smiled up at me. 'No, you idiot,' she said, 'but the only way I'll let you deliver your meat is at the back door....' "
I laughed and Paul chimed in.
"Marie," I said, "is quite an experienced girl at her young age. So ... what did you do ... you sodomized her?"
Paul shrugged.
"What else could I do at the moment? I used plenty of spittle and screwed my dick into her as gently as possible. We both were lying on our right sides and slipped my left arm around her hip and put my fingers to work on her stiff little tickler. She was quite worked up and moved her arse against me so that I didn't have to do a damned thing. I just lay there and felt her tight asshole twitch around my dick. I slipped my other arm under her right side and grabbed her teat, squeezing and kneading it, while my left hand kept busy with her cunt. It didn't take long until my juice began to flow into her and my left hand got all wet from the sticky stuff coming out of her cunt...."
I had to interrupt Paul whose face had become quite red in the excitement of telling me of his exploits.
"You don't have to give me all the details, my boy," I said, "I know you can fuck a girl according to the sacred tradition of lovemaking. Of course, I sympathize with your plight in this case, because you had to take her as if she were a young boy instead of a comely wench. Now I want to know whether you found out anything about her mistress...."
Paul patted his codpiece and said sheepish ly:
"See, captain, how my little brother got all excited while I told you my story...."
"Well...." I remarked dryly, "you'd better not touch it now if you want it to calm down ... Now speak up! Did you question Marie about the baroness...."
"Yes, captain! Your suspicion was correct. Her late cousin was her lover. Marie said the two fucked like mad every day and couldn't get enough of it...."
"But where? The baron was not always traveling. Where could they do it? Did the young count always take her to his chateau, or what...."
"Sometimes he did, but it's even better than that. Marie let the two use her own room. Nobody ever went there, or would suspect them of hiding there...."
"Ah, so Marie was the intimate confidante of the baroness all the time...."
"Yes, captain! And when I told her what a masterful lover you are and that you wanted to comfort her mistress, she thought it might be a good idea...."
"She did? What did she say?"
"She said the baroness has been only half alive without her lover and that the baron was not much good in bed any more...."
"Yes ... yes ... go on...."
"I asked her outright to help us, or rather, to help you...."
"And she promised...."
"Not right away ... She said she didn't know how to make the baroness understand how you felt, and also that...."
"That what? Don't always stop in the middle of a sentence!"
"That you'd be discreet about the whole thing...."
"What the hell! I'm the Count de Grammont, one of the first noblemen of France. Didn't you explain to Marie that a courtier like me keeps his affairs discreet?"
"Yes, I tried to tell her that, but she was inclined to believe me only after I had made her come four times by applying my clever tongue to her tickler ... Damn that woman, she didn't let me have her in the really enjoyable way...."
I confess I was less interested in Paul's amorous problems than in mine-at least, at the moment. I cursed him and said:
"Listen, Paul, I have to fuck the baroness! Try to understand that you are supposed to help me! Did Marie, or did she not, promise to be our ally...."
"Forgive me, sir! I guess I'm a bit selfish. Yes, Marie will try to do almost anything to win the baroness over ... It will take a little time, she said...."
"Time? Hell! One night without a woman was bad enough for me ... Marie will have to do something right away...."
"Well, I told her that you, sir, are such an exciting lover that you drive women crazy in bed, and I suspect I made her too curious for my own good. She might neglect me and try to get into bed with you...."
"You know, Paul, that isn't such a bad idea at all...."
Paul became pale so that I had to reassure him.
"Don't misunderstand me, my boy, I don't think I can have the baroness before three or more nights are over, so why don't we two share the same bed with Marie a few times?"
"Are you serious, sir?"
"Dead serious! And I can promise you that once we have your Marie between us, down there in your bed, I guarantee you she'll open up her legs for you...."
"You mean we'll force her...."
"Paul! You know me better than that. I don't rape women! I make them rape me! I'll come down to your room tonight. Don't tell Marie anything. I'll hide behind the window curtain and at the critical moment I'll be there where the action is...."
My orderly looked somewhat doubtful, but chiefly because he was afraid he might lose his Marie to me. I had to convince him that, on the contrary, I was going to help him possess her completely.
"Paul," I said, "I promise you that you'll lie between that girl's legs even before I get into her ... I'll see to it that she overcomes her fear of pregnancy...."
"Can you do that, sir?"
"Surely, Paul! You must first tell her to find out where the baroness keeps her intimate toilet articles, her douche-syringe above all, and we'll teach Marie to use it ... Servants know very little about the preventive measures used by their mistresses. Just tell Marie to 'borrow' that syringe for tonight and if she asks any silly questions just say that you're going to show her something that will give her more pleasure than she's ever had before...."
Paul laughed and promised to carry out my suggestions. He helped me sponge myself with some warmed-up water and to get dressed. Then we both went downstairs. I, to find our host and hostess, and Paul, to talk to his complaisant Marie.
In my next letter, my dearest Amelie, I hope to be able to tell you of the progress I'll have made in my affairs. Right now I wish I didn't have to worry about any conquests, but rather, feel your velvety arms around my nude shoulders while I was pressing your firm buttocks against my groin. Au revoir, chere amie....
Armand.
LETTER 3
My adorable friend, I know you'll be very interested to know what progress I have made in my love campaign. First, I am glad to report that the physician of the baroness has turned out to be a very sensible man who desired to meet me when the baron told him of my suggestion.
Dr. Svendstrom, a Swede by birth, listened to my explanations with apparent curiosity. He said he would have tried to apply such localized massage himself, but, as he expressed it:
"You see, my dear count, I'm an older man and I'm sure that the touch of a young and virile cavalier like you would lend such a treatment a distinctive therapeutic flavor which, shall we say, is what the baroness seems to need above all...."
I was surprised to hear him talk like that. Should he be such a good physician as to diagnose the general condition of the baroness as what it really seemed to be? Namely, the lack of regular virile embraces? I decided to sound him out.
"What is your opinion, Dr. Svendstrom, of a marriage between a very young woman like the baroness to an older man like Baron Felsen, who undoubtedly is a very considerate husband...."
The doctor grinned and waited for me to continue, but I fell silent and looked at him provocatively. At last he spoke:
"You French noblemen are very perceptive when it comes to beautiful women...."
I bowed politely and waited.
"I can't afford to betray confidences...." the doctor resumed, "but I'll admit that I am fully aware of the baroness' bereavement...."
"Ah, you speak of the late Count Felden, her young cousin...."
"I see, you have been well informed of the situation, count. Yes, the baron can't fulfill the sexual needs of his wife to the extent she was accustomed to until the day her cousin died...."
"Did the baron suspect...."
The doctor smiled indulgently.
"He didn't have to suspect anything, because when I told him, two years ago, that a young, healthy woman needed more than he was able to give her, he consented to the clandestine affair his wife had with her cousin...."
"That is quite extraordinary, doctor, wouldn't you say so...?"
"Not in this case, count. I had to promise him not to let his wife know that he was aware of what was going on behind his back...."
"But ... did he like to be cuckolded?"
"Let's say he was resigned to it. All he was interested in was to save his honor. I had a talk with the late Count Felden and told him that the baron would close an eye as long as all necessary discretion was exercised in the matter. His wife's happiness was uppermost in his mind...."
"This is a rare attitude for a husband to take, doctor ... wouldn't you say so?"
"Not so rare for a Frenchman like you, count. You know very well that many husbands at the court of Versailles know quite well who the lovers of their wives are ... Am I correct?"
I had to admit that he was right, but still I wanted to understand the situation clearly.
"I've never found German noblemen as tolerant as our courtiers, doctor. But let's stop beating about the bush, if you please, and tell me whether the baron is really so unselfish as to permit his wife to accept a lover...."
"Well...." Dr. Svendstrom frowned, "let us say he would permit her to have a lover for, shall we say, therapeutical reasons only...."
"I see, and it would be all right for me to give the baroness some treatment...."
"Not so fast, count! Even if the baron might be sympathetic to such an unusual treatment, it is the baroness herself who would be difficult to convince. To be approached with a suggestion of adultery as a cure...."
"What are you talking about, my dear doctor! Adultery, indeed! What did she call her affair with her cousin, if not adultery?"
"Ah, but you see, Monsieur de Grammont, the baroness had had that love affair already two years before she was married to Baron Felsen. It was purely a marriage of convenience, forced upon her by her parents and ... and ... she was two months gone with child...."
"Really? And what happened to the child? Did the baron adopt it?"
"No, it wasn't necessary. She had a miscarriage and nobody knew about it, at the time. But when her so-called illness kept her on that country farm a little too long, he had to be told the truth. He showed great understanding and compassion for his young wife and realized that his physical powers were not adequate for her...."
"And so he permitted that love affair with her cousin to continue...?"
"Yes, but-he pretended not to know anything about it. I advised him to keep silent about it, for the sake of the baroness. As long as her husband seemed to be ignorant of her affair with the young Count Felsen, she had no guilt feelings...."
"That's strange, don't you think so?"
"Not quite! For some people it is very important to save face! The baroness is one of them. And any new affair she might be get ting into, would have to be kept secret as far as her husband is concerned. That is, she would have to believe it was a secret...."
At this point of our conversation I became impatient and wanted to know how the doctor would help me to "help" the baroness. I interrupted him:
"Excuse me, Dr. Svendstrom, I think I am familiar with the situation by now. I would like to begin my therapeutical activity very soon. How could you help me...."
"I shall have a talk with the baroness and strongly advise her to let you try that special neck massage of yours. I'd advise you to be very careful with that woman. She is anything but stupid...."
"I think I know that. But I also know that she is hard up for a strong male embrace. And, as you may have noticed, I'm not a weakling...."
"Far from that, count. I'm sure you are the fulfillment of a woman's dream. Nevertheless, I advise you to proceed very tactfully ... She has not been touched by any man since the death of her cousin...."
"Not even by her husband?"
"Not even by him! She reacts like an iceberg...."
"All right, doctor. I'm ready to melt the ice. Be kind enough to let me know when you have talked to the baroness ... incidentally, what is her baptismal name?"
"Margaret...."
"Ah yes, I remember the baron calling her by that name! Now, my orderly is trying to make the baroness' personal maid our ally. Of course, he is using very masculine means of persuasion and Maria shows herself very cooperative...."
Dr. Svendstrom laughed heartily.
"You have not lost a minute, it seems. Well, I'll use Maria as a messenger between us. She'll tell you when the baroness is ready to receive you. Don't be surprised if she insists on Maria's presence during your visit...."
"Not at all, not at all, my dear doctor. I am sure she will not insist for very long...."
"God keep your self-confidence, count. And before I forget, don't fail to remind the baroness to use her douche after each treatment. I can't talk to her about that without giving the show away ... We don't want another pregnancy to happen...."
I assured Dr. Svendstrom that I would assume all the necessary responsibilities and we parted as good friends and-almost-conspirators.
I hurried to find Paul to tell him of the good news and also that we both would have to "persuade" Maria to do her part to influence the baroness. I knew that Paul was not charmed by the idea that I wanted to share Maria with him, at least for a few nights, but I also knew that his loyalty was unquestionable. He has always assisted me in my adventures and would not fail me now.
I am disconsolate, my dear Amelie, to send you this letter with such chaste news, but you may look forward to my next one which may stimulate your senses quite a bit ... I am already stimulated when I think of what is going to happen tonight.
With a lingering kiss on your velvety lips, I am your eternal lover, Armand.
LETTER 4
My lovely Amelie, At long last I was able to penetrate into a woman's paradise, although this is a very bad metaphor, because that delicious opening between a woman's thighs is, in reality, a man's paradise. And, although I have not yet possessed the woman who aroused my strongest desire, I received a very good taste of what might happen in the near future.
I already explained to you how I was to hide in Paul's room while he was disporting himself between Maria's legs. The girl could have noticed the tip of my boots that protruded under the edge of the window-curtains where I was hiding, but her eagerness to get into bed with Paul made her ignore everything else.
You will understand that the wild action that went on before my eyes and the loud moaning and gurgling sounds robbed me of all caution. I shed my clothes and approached the heaving bed. The small candle on the other side of the room did not permit good vision, but Paul's head covered Maria's face so that she couldn't see me standing there and trying to slide onto the bed. I doubt if the girl would have noticed anything, or anybody, even if the room had been brightly lit, because her eyes were tightly shut and her lips were uttering incoherent phrases:
"Paul ... ah, my Paul ... you are killing me ... you are so big ... wonderfully big ... I can feel your prick right up to my heart ... no, don't come yet ... wait ... ah ... now ... now ... you can come ... ah...."
I used Maria's ecstatic oblivion to lie down next to the sweating couple. Paul, after emitting a tremendous groan, was lying still on top of the girl and didn't seem to notice my presence either. When I put my hand on his naked buttocks he mistook it for a caress coming from Maria and kissed her cheek, but when I changed the pressure of my palm to a not so tender pinch, he yelled "Ouch!" and turned his head in my direction.
"Ah, captain, here you are, ready to replace a tired soldier in the battle of love...."
Maria twisted her head sideways and was about to gasp with surprise when I quickly grabbed her hand and put it around my twitching prick. Although Paul was still in her, she was visibly pleased to hold the promise of some more pleasure in her hand.
"Paul, you're getting too heavy...." she complained. "Let me get up and use that syringe you gave me...."
He complied and reminded the girl to be careful.
"Don't forget it belongs to the baroness! She'll use it pretty soon, when my master is going to cheer up her nights...."
Paul must have already told the girl of my erotic intentions toward her mistress. I began to realize how he had gone about persuading her when he said:
"As I told you, Maria, the captain feels you ought to know from personal experience how much pleasure he can give to the baroness. Go and wash up, now. You can't let my master lie here with his unsheathed sword ready for combat too long...."
The girl got out of bed, but not without giving my swollen dick a parting squeeze. The far comer of the room was hidden by a curtain behind which Maria went about her ablutions. When she came back and lay down between Paul and myself, I detected a delightful scent coming from her skin.
"Aha...." I said, "you seem to help yourself to the perfume of the baroness...."
She silently grabbed my penis and looked in my eyes until I couldn't resist any longer and kissed her.
"You're wrong, captain...." she whispered, "this perfume was given to me by the baroness on my birthday. She wants her personal maid to be well-groomed and well-scented...."
"Clever woman...." I murmured and slid a little lower so that I could grab her right nipple with my lips. She sighed and snuggled close to me. I had been continent for more than two weeks which, as you know, is a very unusual fast for a passionate male like myself.
I noticed that Paul was playing with the hair around her grotto when his hand accidentally touched my belly.
It wasn't the first time that I had shared a wench with my orderly and we had come to know each other's habits pretty well. While I was kneading Maria's breasts, Paul's fingers stroked the inside of her thighs and induced her legs to open more and more until I could enter her with great ease.
When I had pushed my arrow into her, she sighed delightedly and at once began to move her hips with the result that I ejaculated within a few seconds. My semen had plenty of time to accumulate during the last two weeks, not withstanding last night when I had to relieve myself with some hand work.
"Never mind, my girl...." I said, "that was merely the overture to the whole opera ... but, of course you wouldn't know what I'm talking about...."
After all, what would an Alsacian country wench know of opera. Our Parisian domestiques are more sophisticated, but I doubt that they are more adept in bed than Maria who kept moving her hips and squeezed my prick with every muscle in her vagina. My erection was stronger than ever and I let the girl do all the moving for a while. She put her hands on my buttocks and pressed my abdomen close to hers so that I could feel the touch of our pubic hair.
Paul, who was lying close to us, slid his hand under the girl's legs and alternately stroked the back of her thighs and my scrotum, a most delightful stimulation for Maria and myself. Although I've never had any relationship with Paul, we had become accustomed to adding to each other's pleasure whenever we went to bed with the same wench.
Maria's hands wandered over my shoulders and back and she arched to meet my thrusts. I began to move in her very slowly and she again reared up forcing my prick to plunge deep into her cunt. I proceeded with the same slow motion for several minutes, thus throwing the girl into a tantrum of sexual excitement. I noticed that Paul had got hold of one of her hands and wrapped it around his stiff prick. She was unable to move her hand so as to give him any satisfaction; her excitement had robbed her of any power over her voluntary motions. All Paul could do to benefit from the situation was to move his dick in Maria's hand and when she came for the third time, she automatically squeezed his dick so violently that his semen shot out of it and sprayed against her thigh.
I came at the same time and the three of us sank into a coma-like state, body resting against body, mine on Maria's and Paul leaning against the two of us.
After resting for about half an hour Maria brought us some wet towels with which to clean ourselves. She herself was splashing over the wash basin behind the curtain, possibly using the douche as we had taught her to do. Her mistress seemed to be very particular about certain things because during all the time she had been intimate with her cousin, she never permitted Maria to look on when she used the syringe.
"The baroness became pregnant when I, in my ignorance, didn't know what that syringe was used for and misplaced it when cleaning up my mistress' alcove and she couldn't find it after a specially passionate embrace with the young Count Felden...." explained the girl to us.
"So it was practically your fault that she became pregnant...." I said. "And she didn't punish you at all...."
"No," said Maria. "The baroness is very good-hearted and understanding. She blamed herself for not taking me into her confidence about that syringe. But when she did, at last, she didn't explain to me how to use it...."
"Well, my girl...." Paul said, "so the captain and I taught you something useful...."
"Yes, but I wish I had a syringe of my own, because I've to put this one back in the baroness' room...."
"All right, Maria...." I said, "when I send Paul to the town tomorrow he'll buy one at the pharmacist's shop. We want you to be a happy girl...."
And noticing Paul's new erection I said:
"All right, my boy, it's your turn again...."
This time we assumed a special position that permitted all three of us to have a fair share in the pleasure. Maria knelt between my legs, thus offering Paul, who was kneeling behind her, a splendid chance to take her from the rear, while she herself closed her mouth over my excited instrument.
Paul was ramming into her with such force that I had to hold her by the shoulders to keep her in the right position and permit her to keep my dick in her mouth. This time I controlled my ejaculation, waiting for Paul's first explosion. I had to shush him because he almost yelled with pleasure and Maria nearly sank her teeth into the middle of my dick.
Again we had to rest for some time and then we became serious and discussed my plan-how to conquer the baroness. Maria was glad to hear that Dr. Svendstrom was going to cooperate and she, in turn, promised to do her best to assist me in any way that would bring me closer to my goal.
I am sorry, my dear Amelie, that you will have to wait for my next letter to learn of my possible success with the baroness. You must believe me, my dear, that I would gladly renounce her if you were here in my bed right now. I would not be telling the truth if I said that you are the only woman that has given me extreme pleasure, but you are certainly the only one who delights my mind as well as my body.
Armand.
LETTER 5
My beautiful friend, Although this is not going to be a "chaste" letter, I am unhappy to report that my longing for the baroness has to continue unfulfilled for more days.
You ask me, why? Dr. Svendstrom sent me word through Maria that he explained the method of a special neck massage for migraine to her mistress and he also told her he discovered that I had studied it and was quite an expert in applying it.
"The baroness...." Maria told me, "listened to the doctor with great interest, but she asked him why he himself couldn't apply the massage...."
"'For a very simple reason, my dear child,' the doctor said to her, 'a massage like this depends a great deal on who applies it ... '
"'Why is that?' asked my mistress.
"'It has a lot to do with the personal vitality of the masseur. Take me, for instance, I am an old man and don't ooze out the same vitality as, let us say, a healthy virile young man like the Count de Grammont ... '
"I noticed that the baroness was shivering a little when the doctor used the word 'virile.' She asked:
"'Would you be present if I consent to such a special treatment by the count?'
"'If you wish. I can do so, but I assure you there is nothing that I can teach him about this specialty that he doesn't already know. We discussed this therapeutic massage in all details. And if you want a chaperon to be present, Maria here will be quite sufficient. After all, she's been your maid since before you married, hasn't she?'
"'Yes, that's true ... ' said my mistress. 'And I think I'm going to discuss this with Marie, too, since we practically grew up together in the home of my parents ... '
"'That's a good idea,' the doctor said and took his leave."
I was overjoyed to hear this message and asked Maria:
"Well ... has the baroness discussed it with you...."
"Oh yes! She asked me whether you are friendly with the other servants and whether your orderly, Paul, has tolerable manners. Of course, I assured her that both of you were wonderful men and had excellent manners...."
"You mean ... in bed...."
Maria blushed.
"My God, if the baroness knew how far I've gone to be friendly with two Frenchmen...."
"What would she do? Punish you?"
"I don't know ... She likes to keep up appearances by all means and she wouldn't trust me any more if she knew that I had any affairs without telling her about it. We'd better not let her know, because she wouldn't become intimate with you, no matter how she might like you, as soon as she knows that I had you in my bed before her...."
That made good sense. Women are quite different from men in that respect. I don't mind at all sharing a wench with Paul, but a baroness would not bear the idea of sharing a lover with her personal maid.
We were having this chat near the entrance to my room and when we heard footsteps, I quickly whispered:
"Paul and I are going to talk with you tonight. There's a lot we have to discuss...."
And I tenderly squeezed her ample breasts before she fled. It was Paul who was coming upstairs.
"Why was the girl in such a haste to run away from you, sir...." he asked with a grin.
"No, I didn't try to take her into my room, Paul. If I had known it was your steps we heard, I'd have told her to stay so that we could finish our very important conversation. Now we have to visit her again tonight...."
Paul didn't look too happy when I said that.
"You mean, we ... both of us again...."
"Why, Paul, you look disappointed. Didn't we have lots of fun, last night? Or did I limit your pleasure in any way...."
"No, captain ... there's always great fun when we two have a wench between us in bed, but ... but...."
"But what...."
"Well ... you are such a good lover and Maria might become spoiled and prefer you to me...."
I gave Paul a friendly slap on the shoulder.
"Is this supposed to be a left-handed compliment for me? Or are you fishing for compliments? You know damned well your prick makes every female fall in love with you, I don't have to tell you that! But to get the baroness into bed is not an easy job and we have to keep Maria in a good mood...."
And I told him what the girl had reported to me about the doctor's talk with her mistress.
At dinner that evening, the baron announced he had to leave for a neighbor's castle in a few days and was going to be absent for about a week.
"I'm sorry, count, to be such a negligent host," he said, "but my visit to Baron Waldenburg is very important and I am sure my wife will see to it that you are provided with all the comfort our place can afford to offer you...."
I noticed that the baroness was watching me. It was the first time that she looked at me longer than the fraction of a second she usually did. To my utter surprise, she addressed me directly.
"Dr. Svendstrom told me of your ability to cure migraine headaches, count. Is it true that you are really an expert in this?"
"It is difficult, baroness, to sound modest if, as in my case, it is true that I am quite an expert in that specific neck massage that can cure headaches...."
The baron watched his wife and myself when he said:
"Well, Margaret, would you be willing to give the count a chance to let him prove his knowledge?"
I had trouble not blushing when I considered the ambiguous meaning of the baron's question.
"I'll have to think it over...." said his wife. "If I should decide to give it a try, count, you will, of course, understand that I'd want my maid, Maria, to be present during the treatment...."
"My God, Margaret...." protested the baron, "you really talk like a young girl fresh out of convent school. The count is a cavalier of excellent breeding ... The idea of your needing a chaperon might be offensive to him...."
The baroness' face had become quite red and I hastened to say:
"No, baron, not at all! On the contrary, I find it quite seemly that the baroness wants her chambermaid to be present...."
And turning to the baroness, I added:
"Please, choose any time that may suit you and be kind enough to let me know whenever you are ready...."
"I will ... count! And I'll send you the word through Maria, because, you'll understand, that as long as my husband is away I can't have my meals with you in private...."
I saw that the baron was about to protest and quickly replied:
"Of course, baroness! Your discretion is exceeded only by your grace and beauty ... Rest assured I'll always abide by your decisions...."
I bowed when we left the table. The baroness went straight to her room.
"Strange woman...." the baron mumbled apologetically. "Strict upbringing! You understand, of course, count?"
I assured my host that everything was perfectly all right. I even praised the discretion of his wife, although I wondered where she drew the limit between discretion and hypocrisy. I also wondered whether all that apparent discretion was covering up a passionate nature such as I longed to find once I had got her into bed.
While I was preparing to meet Paul in Maria's room, it occurred to me that I had not immediately noticed that the baroness spoke of permitting my treating her when her husband had already left on his visit to his neighbor. What a sly female, I thought; I decided to talk to Maria about it.
When I entered the girl's room, it was dark and I heard familiar sounds coming from the bed. Paul and Maria were already hard at work.
I undressed in the dark as best as I could and just when I slipped off my shirt I heard the muffled cry of Paul that usually signaled his orgasm.
"Hey, you two...." I exclaimed. "Let's have a little light in here ... Come, Maria, light at least that candle in the comer...."
A squeaking of the bed and the patter of naked feet marked Maria's compliance with my request. Once the candle behind the curtain was lit, I heard the splashing of water and knew that the girl was at her hygienic cleaning with that syringe. Soon she appeared with a towel for Paul, playfully brushing against my erect penis when she passed me on her way to the bed.
Paul smiled sheepishly at me while wiping his dick clean and said:
"I had to start early, captain ... This was already our third tour and, as you see, Maria is still as fresh as a dewy rose in the morning...."
I pressed myself against the nude girl and asked her:
"Can your mistress stand as many embraces as you ... hm?"
"You still don't know, count, how many I can stand...." she said, caressing my twitching member with her fingertips.
"I'm soon going to find out...." I assured her and pushed her on the bed. Paul obligingly moved over enough to make room for us.
I felt Maria's breasts jutting against my chest and quickly put my mouth to her nipples. She was soon sighing and moving her hips invitingly. Knowing that she had just thoroughly washed her grotto, I quickly spread her thighs and pressed my mouth to her vulva and began a quick tongue play on her tickler.
"Ah...." Maria sighed, "put your wonderful arrow into my flesh ... quick ... I want it there ... your tongue merely promises, but doesn't fulfill...."
It was apparent that the girl was not used to the refinements of sexual pleasures. She wanted her lover to be a stallion and pound against her grotto again and again. Why not oblige her, I thought. My desire was aroused and I quickly climbed on top of her and entered her hole until my pubic hair touched hers.
This time I didn't rely on slow movements, but poked into her rather wildly until she squirmed in my arms like a cat that wants to escape.
"Ah ... my dear count ... you surpass yourself ... yes ... yes ... faster ... faster ... I'm coming again ... ah...."
A stifled groan escaped my throat and I emptied my juices into the writhing girl, who had another orgasm when she felt my semen spurt into her.
I rested my head on her bosom and watched Paul who was lying close to the wall. To my great surprise he had his eyes closed and, yes, he had fallen asleep. When I called Maria's attention to it, she giggled.
"He lied to you! He didn't have three, but five orgasms before you came in. Naturally, he is ready for bed, now. But he's a good lover, that boy of yours...."
It was just as well that Paul was sleeping, because it gave me a chance to discuss the baroness with Maria.
"I knew...." she said, "that the baroness was going to wait until her husband leaves before she would let you try out your massage treatment...."
"She spoke about it at dinner, tonight ... she also said she wants you to be present...."
"Yes, I know ... but don't let that disturb you. I was always present when her late cousin began to visit her. She was only seventeen ... she is twenty now ... and I know exactly what to do when she is ready to be left alone with you...."
"That sounds good. But will she ever be ready?"
"I think that depends entirely on you, count. The way you touch her, and so on. Since I'll be there, too, I'll be able to see what effect you have on her and you can be sure I'll give you good advice...."
My dick had become stiff again and I was amazed to see that Maria immediately responded to my mood. She rose and covered my body with hers and squeezed her thick thighs around my penis. I grabbed her around the hips and made her squat above me and tried to impale her on my lance. She cooperated and pushed down on me so that I was deep within her. Soon she rode a speedy gallop on my loins. A hot jet shot out of my penis and right into the remotest part of her cunt. It was quite a violent orgasm and I was satisfied to feel that she was coming too, which meant that her own juices were spurting against my own and pushing them down and away from the inside of her hole.
You may wonder what I am alluding to, my dear Amelie. My ejaculation was so powerful that I was afraid that some semen might have splashed against the girl's womb and deposited some sperm right there. All I needed was to become the father of a child whose mother was the chambermaid of the baroness. Of course, it could always be assumed that it was Paul who impregnated her, but I didn't want to expose my orderly either. I quickly pushed her off my body and ordered her to use that syringe very thoroughly and was satisfied only when I heard her splashing behind that curtain for several minutes. It was clear that she, too, didn't want to pay dearly for our common pleasures.
I decided it was best to wake Paul and to return to our respective bedrooms. It wasn't easy to get my sleepy orderly to realize that if we didn't leave the girl alone now, we'd both fall asleep in her bed, something that would be known all over the chateau in the morning. And where would be my chances with the baroness?
We both splashed some water on our faces and pinched Maria's firm behind as a good-bye gesture and cautiously sneaked out of her room, Paul was only half dressed and I was carrying his pants and stockings. I had to open the door of his room for him and didn't bother to undress him as I might have done at some other time. There was a parallel between Maria's friendship with her mistress and Paul's relationship with me. Paul, who was my age, was my milk-brother and grew up with me. In certain situations we treated each other like brothers and not like servant and master.
But I was eager to get back to my room and let Paul sink on his bed, half-dressed. I climbed upstairs to my own room and quickly undressed. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
Well, my beloved Amelie, this is all I have to report after last night's exploits and I hope to be able to tell you even more excitable news soon. I dream of pressing my lips on your bosom and am always, your Armand.
LETTER 6
My adorable and charming friend, At long last, I am able to tell you of the long awaited fulfillment of my ardent desires. Yes, my dear Amelie, Margaret-I mean, the baroness-has yielded to me.
The poor woman, if I should call her that, realized that the only solution for her frustrations could be found in the strong arms of a young male who could appease her burning flesh. The icy air that seems to surround her is in sharp contrast to the warm pulsating body that I was permitted to touch. First, when I applied the neck massage (which, to tell the truth, was not confined to her neck)....
In spite of Maria's warning, I decided not to dally, but to overcome Margaret's reserve by a direct appeal to her suppressed sensuality. She is indeed very beautiful. She has dark brown hair, regular features, beautifully curved lips, teeth like two rows of pearls and a firm chin that indicate her strong willpower. Her figure is slender and well proportioned and her movements are extremely graceful; they somehow betray her sexual temperament.
When I entered her room, I saw Maria busying herself at the baroness' toilet table, putting brushes and combs in their proper place.
"As you know...." Margaret addressed me, "my husband departed this morning...."
"Yes, baroness, I know ... he talked to me before he left. He said he hoped that you would respond to the massage treatment as Dr. Svendstrom predicted...."
"I hope so, too...." she said, slightly blushing. "Well, count, where do you want me to sit? In this armchair, perhaps...."
"No, baroness, my hands couldn't move freely around your person if your neck and shoulders were hidden behind the back of that chair. Please sit on this straight chair which leaves the upper part of your body free. Yes, thank you...."
I turned to Maria and asked her whether she would be kind enough to remove the ruffle from the baroness' throat and, somehow, lower the top of her dress as far as her mistress would permit.
The baroness smiled at this. It was the first smile she had exhibited so far and I must confess it enhanced the great beauty of her classical features.
"No, Maria...." she said. "I can arrange my dress myself. Or ... I can do better than that. Help me to get into my negligee which leaves my throat free. That would be the most suitable solution for this kind of treatment...."
I was amazed at this sudden change in the baroness' mood, but Maria did not move a muscle in her face. She went with Margaret behind the curtains of the alcove and assisted her in the change of dress.
After a few minutes, Margaret, clad in a lacy silk negligee was sitting in the chair indicated by me and asked:
"Well, count, do you think you can handle the situation better now?"
Did I detect a tone of subdued coquetry in her voice? I looked at Maria who gave me a wink and then looked away.
"Thank you, baroness! Yes, this is perfect. Permit me to take off my coat. This massage demands some physical exertion on my part and it would be easier for me to work in my shirt sleeves...."
"Certainly, count. Make yourself comfortable...."
This was a completely new personality I had to deal with. I had not hoped for any noticeable change in the baroness before my hands touched her skin, but apparently the mere absence of her husband induced her to move and speak more freMy. I looked again at Maria who gave me an encouraging nod.
I applied some perfumed oil to my fingers and rubbed it in.
"This makes the massage easier...." I explained to my patient, "and, above all, it is easier on your skin...."
She merely nodded and waited for my approach. When I touched her neck gently with the fingers of my right hand, I felt a shudder running down her back. I was standing behind her and encouraged her to lean her head against my chest. Now both my hands were pressing down on her shoulders and probing the muscles. She heaved a long sigh and murmured:
"Yes, this is very relaxing, count. Please, continue...."
"Pardon me, baroness, but your shoulders should be bare ... Could you perhaps lower the top of this negligee a little bit ... You see my hands must touch the bare skin if the massage is to be successful...."
"Maria!" The baroness called to her maid. "Do as the count said, but see that my bosom remains covered...."
The girl obeyed with a hardly noticeable smile. Then she asked her mistress:
"Would you give me permission to help the downstairs maid count the linen for a while?"
"Yes, you may go. But first bring me the bell from the night table and put it here beside me so that I can ring for you when I need you...."
"Certainly, madame! Here you are...."
Maria put the little bell on the small table next to the baroness and making a curtsy in my direction left the room. I again put my hands on Margaret's shoulders and began to knead them very gently. Her head rested al most heavily against my body and her sighs of contentment became more frequent and less subdued.
"That is good, baroness...." I said, working on her neck and shoulders with increasing concentration. "Sigh as much as you want. Don't restrain yourself ... relax all your muscles ... yes ... now I can feel you relax ... lean your head against my chest ... now I'll stroke your forehead and your temples, too ... you are a very good patient, baroness...."
"Your massage is excellent, count...." Margaret's voice had become husky. "I am becoming so relaxed that it almost makes me sleepy ... I wish I could lie down...."
"Don't move, baroness. Stay as you are ... if you want to rest, I'll carry you to your bed. You mustn't tighten your muscles again...."
"Yes, please, do...." she whispered.
Her immediate consent took me by surprise. I picked her up very gently and carried her to the bed in the alcove.
"Here, baroness, stay relaxed and let me put that pillow under your neck ... yes ... that's how it should be...."
"Thank you, count...." She had her eyes closed. "You are very gentle and considerate...."
"Do you want to sleep for a while?" I asked cautiously.
"Perhaps, for a little while...." she drawled lazily and stretched herself like a kitten. "But you may stay here and when I wake up you can continue the treatment...."
With that she turned on her side so that her back was towards me. Somehow she had managed to raise her negligee above her knees so that her naked thighs were exposed to my view. I admired the beautiful shape of her legs and, noticing that her breathing had assumed the regular rhythm of a sleeping person, I raised her negligee above her hips. I was immediately aroused by the magnificent buttocks and kept telling myself that I must not ruin everything by pouncing on that delightful creature and raping her.
Suddenly she moved slightly, changing the position of her thighs so that I could see the black hair on the lower part of her vulva. Her regular breathing continued so that I could assume she was really sleeping. I knelt down behind her and examined at leisure the exquisite treasure before my eyes.
The two fleshy lips of her vulva were close together, showing only a line of red which curved away from her buttocks and was lost in a mass of curly hair. I could not resist bending my head down and imprinting a kiss on that delightful object. She must have felt the kiss, for a shiver ran through her body; but she did not open her eyes. I grew more bold, and dividing the lips of her grotto with my tongue I touched the rigid clitoris, which I had no sooner touched than she pressed her grotto closer to my face. I began to move my tongue in and out of that luscious opening, and she responded by heaving her buttocks. After a short moment she sighed and ejected her love juices, leaving me hardly enough time to remove my tongue.
I rose to my feet and was about to withdraw when Margaret opened her eyes and gazed at me. Suddenly she seized my hand and put it on her breast with an inviting smile on her relaxed face. I quickly slipped out of my clothes and, lying down next to her, I pressed her into my arms and glued my lips to hers. Her tongue challenged mine and the kiss was prolonged until my stiff shaft reminded me that there was more than kissing to the act of love.
I slipped the negligee off her shoulders and the next moment her nakedness pressed against mine. I kissed her nipples and stroked her belly and played with her pubic hair while she was caressing my shaft with her hand, capping and uncapping the bulging glans; with the other hand she stroked my testicles.
"Oh my darling...." she whispered hoarsely. "If you only knew how I have been waiting for this moment. Maria told me you were told everything about my cousin and how I have been deprived of what a healthy woman should enjoy every day...."
I silenced her with renewed kisses and pressed my twitching rod against her belly. She took pity on me and guided it toward the opening between her thighs. I immediately began to move in her and was satisfied to hear her long drawn-out sighs give testimony of her delight. I took her nipples into my mouth and sucked and titillated them so that she soon reached her second orgasm, emitting a strangled cry like a wild bird.
I didn't let up but continued to ram my shaft into her. Controlling my movements, I didn't permit myself to come until I had provoked a third and fourth discharge in my patient who, at last, received the only massage that mattered.
"You are very lovely, my dear...." I said to her when she opened her eyes.
"Your name is Armand, I know. I shall call you that when we are alone ... You don't realize how badly I needed a lover like you and how difficult it has been for me to do without a strong man since the unfortunate death of my cousin...."
"And your husband...."
"He is very understanding and does not expect more from me than the respect and consideration due to a nobleman of his rank and family. He can't give me the satisfaction a woman of my age needs and he knows it. All I can do for him is not to compromise his name and reputation...."
"You have been doing it so well that I thought you were a sexless, frigid woman when I met you, Margaret...."
"Frigid ... ha! Only Maria knows what I have been suffering for over a year now. The great kindness of my husband does not compensate for the crying needs of my body, or rather for what could satisfy those needs...."
"I am happy, Margaret, to be able to give you what you need, but you realize, of course, that you are making me happy, too...."
She smiled sadly.
"You men are in a different position from us women. You can satisfy your needs very easily and nobody blames you for it. I bet you have a mistress in every city you visit...."
I laughed and pressed a tender kiss on her lips.
"You women seem to believe that women everywhere throw themselves at our necks ... No, my dear ... we too have our problems. Purely physical gratification is not always enough for us. We also want our bed partners to be spirited persons like yourself. When the flesh is calmed, the mind wants to be entertained. And you may believe me when I say that very few women indeed can meet that challenge...."
I have to close this letter, now, my adorable Amelie, because the dinner bell has rung and I must not disappoint the baroness who has changed her mind about not wanting to dine with me alone. Of course, she keeps up appearances by having Maria in the same room with us during the meal.
Tomorrow I hope I'll find the time for another report, provided I'll not be too exhausted from the "treatment" I intend to give the baroness tonight. But, speaking of women who can satisfy the body as well as the mind, I must confess, my dear friend, that no other woman is able to compete with you. How I long to be with you again....
Armand.
LETTER 7
Amelie, my charming friend, I confess I was alarmed for a short while when I remembered that Margaret had not got up from bed after our love bout, to administer her douche. I was afraid that Maria forgot to return the instrument to the baroness' room. How relieved I was when Maria assured me that she had put the syringe back into the drawer of her mistress' dressing table where it belonged. I hope Margaret used it after I had left her!
On the other hand Maria was very grateful when Paul came back from town and handed her a new syringe for her own use.
"It's a present to you from the captain and myself...." he remarked magnanimously.
Quite against her custom the baroness made lively conversation during dinner. It was served to us by Maria, who wore a beatific smile on her face. I wasn't sure whether she was so happy because of the syringe she owned now, or because her mistress could enjoy the delights of love again.
"Come to my room when the church bell strikes ten," Margaret whispered before we got up from the dinner table.
I decided to wear nothing but a dressing gown when visiting Margaret, because nothing is so awkward as the waiting period when two love partners struggle to get out of their confining clothes.
Paul, who wished me good night when I was changing into my robe, said:
"I'll do the same thing when I go to Maria, tonight...."
"You obviously will, my boy," I replied. "What a silly thing to say, Paul ... I know you are not going to read a novel to her...."
"No, captain ... I meant I'll also wear only a robe like you. You remember you gave me your old silk robe last year. It is very elegant...."
I laughed at Paul's boyish vanity and said:
"Now that the girl has her own douche, remind her to use it. We don't want to leave any illegitimate children in our wake!"
"You are right, captain! With any other girl, I wouldn't care what happens, but Maria is quite an exceptional wench! Perhaps I should marry her, eh?"
"Listen, Paul! You still have to learn that a clever girl who is also good in bed is not necessarily wife material. At least, not for soldiers like ourselves. Besides, what would the baroness do without Maria?"
"Well ... you could abduct the baroness and marry her yourself...."
I gave Paul a well-aimed kick at his behind.
"Now get the hell out of here and mind your own love affairs. And, yes, don't oversleep tomorrow like you did this morning...."
He laughed and closed the door.
Margaret received me with a passionate kiss at the door of her room. She wore a transparent negligee that betrayed all the charms of her figure. We could not restrain our impatience and repaired at once to the large bed in the alcove.
It would be repetitious to relate all the different ways in which we enjoyed each other until the early hours of the morning.
Sometimes I lay on top of Margaret, and then it was she who straddled me. Sometimes I fucked her sideways, sometimes we did it kneeling-both from the front and from the rear. I often feasted my eyes on the sight of her delightful round behind and exciting, well-shaped thighs.
Obtaining her permission, I made her incline forward on her hands and knees and after lubricating my glans with the perfumed oil I used for the massage I pressed my shaft into her arse. She aided me by raising her buttocks to meet my attack and soon I felt my dick enveloped by her tight sphincter. I passed my hand around her belly and put my fingers to work on her clitoris. Margaret seemed beyond herself. She had collapsed on her belly and her whole body was writhing in sheer lust. Every thrust I gave her from behind caused my fingers to drum a more violent tattoo on her tickler and the cheeks of her arse quivered with delight.
When I stuck one finger into her vagina it contracted violently and I felt her juices squirting over my hand. I withdrew my hand and seized her firmly by the hips and pushed my dick more violently into her and, almost immediately, spurted my semen into her guts.
We both grunted and groaned, then fell on the bed like two corpses and lay there quite motionless for an hour.
Later I noticed that Margaret was getting up and heard her splash in the adjoining cabinet which she used for her ablutions. I was gratified to realize that she took care of herself. She soon returned to the alcove and said:
"If you go to the cabinet you'll find a basin and a pitcher with water and lots of towels. Help yourself and then come and join me. Maria has provided us with cold chicken and fruits and a few bottles of good wine...."
It felt good to sit down to all those refreshments and renew our strength. Margaret had astonishing powers of recuperation, but on the other hand, she had been deprived of a good lover for such a long time that her instant readiness was not surprising.
I, too, was full of my usual vigor which I dare say is quite familiar to you. I recognized instinctively that I must not permit Margaret to dwell too much on the emotional aspect of our situation. She knew that my regiment would have to leave in about a month and that our affair was therefore quite limited. But I couldn't prevent her from becoming somewhat nostalgic:
"Oh, Armand, how much you remind me of my poor Heinz. He was just as handsome and strong as you and when a man combines strength and gentleness I become his slave...."
"Now, now, Margaret ... A strong-willed woman like you sounds a little funny when she talks of being a slave...."
"Do you think I am really strong-willed?"
"Undoubtedly! When we first met I was reminded of Joan of Arc. All you needed was a sword and armor...."
Margaret was amused.
"It is interesting that you should say that, because Heinz used to say that if I were not such a passionate woman, I'd be a passionate warrior...."
"Your Heinz was not wrong, because it is true of men that a good warrior in the battlefield is also a good warrior in bed. It may be true of women, too...."
You, my dear Amelie, I could never imagine clad in armor, although I know you can be very firm and energetic at times. But Margaret could remind a man of the Maid of Orleans, what with her slender figure and her erect posture when she was walking and sitting down. But as soon as she yielded to me in bed she was all woman, all soft and gentle.
The dawn was already coming up when I retired to my room and I must admit I didn't get up until it was time for the noon meal. Thank heaven, Paul had worked just as hard as I and didn't come to my room before noon.
Well, my charming friend, I spent the early afternoon hours writing this message to you and you will hear from me again very soon. In the meantime don't be jealous of your loving friend, Armand.
LETTER 8
My beloved Amelie, You will no doubt be shocked by what I have to tell you in this letter, not because of the moral issues involved, but because of my deviation from certain social traditions.
Yesterday morning, to my great surprise, it was Maria who came to my room to serve me the breakfast chocolate. When I asked her why Paul was shirking his duties, she said:
"It isn't the fault of Paul. On the contrary, I had to persuade him to let me come to your room this morning and you can't imagine how stubborn he was about it. He is a very jealous boy, that Paul! He was sure I wanted you to give me a tumble in bed, for a change...."
"Well, my dear," I interrupted her, "why shouldn't we justify his suspicions?"
And I was about to pull her down to me.
"Watch out, captain! The chocolate ... you almost spilled it...."
I quickly gulped down the warm beverage and handed her the empty cup.
"All right, Maria, now speak up ... Why did you come up here instead of Paul...."
The girl seemed somewhat embarrassed and said:
"It's something that my mistress wants me to arrange for her ... something she's too ashamed to tell you herself...."
Now my attention was fully aroused.
"The baroness is too ashamed to tell me something? How can that be? Now that we have become so intimate with each other...."
Maria blushed and I couldn't resist pulling her down on the bed.
"Come, my girl, sit here and don't hesitate to be quite frank wtih me. What is this all about?"
My hand stole below Maria's skirt and I stroked the soft skin of her calf while she tried to acquaint me with her message.
"You see, monsieur, the baroness has been so thoroughly awakened by your ministrations that she wants to go the whole way now...."
"The whole way? What the devil does she mean? What more can I do with her than what I have done, and plan going on doing with her...."
My hand was touching the hollow of Maria's knee and she pushed my hand away.
"Please, captain, I can't talk if you touch me like that. Well ... it is like this: the baroness wanted to know how I was getting along with Paul and made me tell her everything we have been doing...."
"Everything? You mean your sleeping with my orderly?"
"More than that...."
"You don't mean to tell me that you let the baroness know of our first two nights together ... that Paul and I had been in your bed?"
"Yes, monsieur ... I'm afraid that I had to tell her everything...."
"How stupid of you!" I said angrily. "And now she sent you to tell me that she doesn't want to see me any more. Is that it?"
"On the contrary, my captain! On the contrary...."
Maria had a fit of the giggles.
"Now, stop that silly laughter. This is no joking matter for me. What exactly is going on?"
"Well ... my mistress was greatly pleased to hear that Paul and you were milk-brothers ... that you were suckled by the same nurse ... in other words, that he was more than a servant in your household. No, she wasn't shocked at all when she heard that you two possessed me at the same time. And now ... well ... it's difficult for me to tell you this...."
Something began to dawn on me.
"Speak up, girl ... what is it? She can't possibly want me to bring Paul with me to her room and do with her what we did with you...."
Again Maria let out a shrill giggle.
"Ha, monsieur ... that's exactly what she wants ... but that isn't all...."
"Not all?"
"No, she would like me to be present, too. She wants us to play a ... what did she call it ... a qua ... a qua...."
"A quartet, perhaps...?"
"Yes, yes, that's what she called it, a quartet...."
I was amazed. What a radical change had occurred in the woman that seemed to be an iceberg when I arrived here a week ago. So she wants a regular orgy. I wonder whether she had experienced anything like that before and I questioned Maria about it.
"No, captain...." said the girl, "to my knowledge the baroness had no other experience than with her late cousin and now with you ... I believe she feels she is missing something and wants to get as much as possible before you and your regiment have to leave town...."
"Hm! And she wants to get Paul between her legs, too? Aren't you jealous?"
She smiled and said hesitatingly:
"Well, captain ... wouldn't you be if you had to look on how Paul was poking her?"
"You bet your sweet little ass that I would! But if she wants it that way, she'll have to look on when I poke you at the same time. And I'll start practicing right now...."
I threw the blanket back and pulled the blushing girl down next to me. Pulling up my nightshirt and her skirts I interlaced our legs and thighs and put one hand on her breasts and the other on her mound.
The next minute she was straddling me and guiding my stiff shaft right up between her thighs where it soon disappeared in her hole.
"Yes, captain...." she gasped, beginning to move her hips up and down, " ... I'll do all the work ... it's better that way...."
Although I didn't feel like talking I was curious to know what she meant.
"Why ... ah ... that's good, my girl ... why ... why is it better that way...."
Her hands rested on my sides thus supporting her squatting position.
"Because ... ah ... ah ... because ... if you were to lie on top of me ... ah ... my dress would be wrinkled and everybody would know what we had done...."
"Clever girl ... ah ... your little hole is still as tight as on the first night ... ah ... you feel good. Paul's dick hasn't reamed you out much ... you're doing it wonderfully...."
Maria's flushed face indicated that she wasn't interested in conversing any more. She moved faster and faster and mumbled:
"I ... I am ... coming ... ah...."
I could feel her liquid wetting my pubic hair.
"Don't let go of my dick...." I whispered urgently when she stopped for a few seconds. "You want me to come too, don't you?"
She resumed her movements gradually and paused occasionally while her vaginal muscles gripped my dick hard and then relaxed while the motions continued. This maneuver brought on my climax which was particularly strong and I automatically reared up and thrust my shaft deep into her (as if it hadn't been deep enough). I could feel my glans touching her womb and that last violent thrust provoked another orgasm in her and our juices mixed like our sighs and moans.
When she got up I admonished her: "You'd better get quickly to your room and use that syringe, my girl. I spurted enough into you to get you pregnant with a pair of twins."
She giggled and smoothed down her skirts.
"You're right, monsieur. But when you are up and around, I'll come back with some fresh linen. And I'll also give you a clean nightshirt from the baron's linen closet...."
"You are a most intelligent girl, Maria. Now ... do you want me to tell the baroness that she may expect me to appear in Paul's company in her bedroom tonight?"
"Oh, no, captain! Not a word about that. She was quite anxious about your not discussing it with her. When you and Paul come to her bedroom tonight I'll be there with her and she'll accept it without making a remark. I suppose she prefers action to words...."
I laughed and gave Maria a good-bye kiss on her neck.
"Well, well ... you can tell her she'll get so much action tonight that she won't want a man between her legs at least for a week after we have left town. And don't you worry, my girl. Neither Paul nor I will neglect you ... you'll get your share...."
She ran giggling out of the room and I made my ablutions and dressed without waiting for Paul to appear and help me. Downstairs I found my orderly waiting for me.
"Good morning, captain! Our horses are saddled and we can have a nice ride to work up some appetite for our noon meal...."
I slapped Paul on the shoulder and said:
"I already had a little ride, but another one-on my horse, this time-wouldn't do me any harm. Let's go, because I've to tell you something that will amaze you...."
When I acquainted Paul with the latest whim of the baroness, he whistled and looked at me.
"Well, I'll be damned! What's come over the baroness, all of a sudden? I can't believe she doesn't get enough from you so that she wants to taste my prick, too...."
"Don't flatter yourself, my boy! You don't have to replace me ... It's just that the poor woman can't bear the idea of facing another period of continence after we've gone, which will be next month. Maria has a good explanation. She said the baroness just wants to be fucked so often that she'll be glad to do without it for a while ... And since Maria told her that you and I are friends, she isn't arrogant about letting you have her, too. Anyway, let's stop playing guessing games. Tonight you and I shall go to her room and we'll have our equal share of both women. We'll know more by tomorrow morning...."
Paul laughed and we turned our horses back to the chateau. Both of us were hungry enough to devour a whole roast ox. After all, we had to be strong and ready for tonight.
Well, my adorable and beautiful Amelie, who would have thought that such erotic surprises were awaiting me in a remote Alsacian town and, above all, away from you, the most exquisite bed partner one can wish for? My next letter will be full of unexpected news and I'll write you as soon as I find the time to do so.
With a hundred tender kisses on your rosy nipples and lips, I remain your
Armand.
LETTER 9
My unforgettable and charming friend, When you read this letter you had better be fully dressed and sitting on the terrace of your chateau facing the beautiful park. Don't read it when you are lying on your bed, because your hand might stray downward to your precious grotto and get busy on your sensitive tickler....
Yes, my adorable friend, I had to let two days pass before writing this. The delights that Paul and I experienced in the baroness' bed chamber made it necessary to rest a great deal. While Paul and I have dark rings around our eyes, Margaret and her maid seem to be quite untouched by that delicious orgy we all enjoyed. This is further proof that women can enjoy men more often than men can enjoy women. You are in reality the stronger sex. I often wish I could assume a woman's body for a night in order to discover what sort of pleasure you females experience when we men lie on top of you. But back to our muttons, as the saying goes.
One hour after dinner-during which the baroness talked of all sorts of things that had nothing to do with her or myself-Paul appeared in my room and I was amazed to see that he was clad in nothing but his robe.
"Why are you so astonished, captain? You once told me that nothing is so awkward as to struggle out of your clothes when a beautiful woman is lying on her bed waiting for you. Pd advise you to imitate me and put on your robe. The women seem to be waiting for us, so why be so formal...."
I couldn't help agreeing with Paul. At this hour there were no servants on the upper floor and since Margaret wanted an orgy, it would be silly to resort to formality in dress. I stripped and put on my dressing gown, but when I was tying the cord around my middle, I saw the bulge below my belly. Paul saw it, too, and said:
"Look at me, captain! My dick is just as impatient as yours. I've had a hard-on all evening. Merely thinking of what may happen tonight makes my dick swell up...."
I laughed and said:
"We might as well face it! Come, let's join the women. And remember: the baroness doesn't want much talk. All you have to think of is to do your best to make two women happy. Yes ... and don't forget my presence either. We are supposed to be partners in this enterprise. I'll let you start with the baroness, and Maria and I will play it by ear, so to speak...."
"Why should I start with the baroness?"
"Because she seems to be curious about you and your virility. It's obvious that you are a strong and well-built fellow. So, do your best!"
"I take this is an order, captain...."
"It is...." I said and we entered the baroness' chamber.
To our surprise we saw Margaret already reclining on her large bed, nude as a frog, while Maria, clad only in a short chemise, was sitting on the sofa.
I pushed Paul toward the bed and sat down beside Maria, cupping her breasts with my hand. We both were watching Paul approach the nude figure of Margaret.
He let the robe fall from his body and sat down on the edge of the bed. Margaret was looking at him with glittering eyes. She raised her arms over her head and arched her body slightly, letting her breasts rise and fall. Paul pressed his lips on hers and pressed his well-muscled thigh between her legs, so that his knee was touching her vulva. She uttered a small moan and began to rub against his knee, while her mouth was still pressed against his. She reached around his thigh to feel the strong muscles that led to his buttocks. She pinched and kneaded them, trying to pull him into her, feverishly pressing her body to his.
Maria and I became very much stimulated by this spectacle and I whispered to her: "Let's watch and see how they are going to do it. It will increase our own pleasure when we start our embrace...."
Maria merely nodded and slipped off her chemise so that I could cup my hands around her breasts, while she gripped my dick.
"Careful, Maria ... I don't want to come yet...."
She let go of my shaft and put her hand on my thigh instead. We both watched the bed.
The one candle on the dressing table shed just enough light to let us see every detail of the action. Margaret's skin shone in the semidarkness as if it had a light of its own. Her limbs were beautiful and the curly pubic hair was the only darkness on her shimmering body.
She devoured the handsome nude figure of Paul with her eyes. He put his large hands on her breasts and began to caress them. She let her fingers wander over his muscular arms and shoulders, digging into his hard flesh.
It was a satisfactory experience for me to see Paul in action and I became quite proud of my milk-brother's virile behavior with Margaret. He held her eyes in a long gaze, constantly moving his hands across her belly and into the warm, damp crevice between her legs. His touch must have been light, but she seemed to feel the reserve of great strength surging through his young body as he touched her.
Then she felt his fingers probing very gently into her grotto and circle the hardened tickler with his thumb and fingers. His clever stimu lation aroused her and she dug her fingers deeper and deeper into his body, but she could not keep her eyes away from his. Suddenly, with a swift downward move, his head came to rest between her legs and his tongue replaced his fingers. She was almost delirious now, feeling the rapidly increasing heat in her body drawing every drop of her energy to that hot, burning spot where Paul's tongue was working deeper and faster.
Keeping her lips pressed together, she emitted long, low moans, digging her fingers into his dark locks and pressing his head close to her and locking her thighs around his neck.
His hands had begun to move over the rest of her body and she pushed her breasts into them. Her heels kicked into his back as soon as her orgasm began and she shivered violently when her juices began to run. Paul did not remove his mouth from her-grotto until it was all over.
Margaret's breathing was coming in short gasps as her body fought to regain control of itself. Paul was moving his face up her belly and kissed her navel with his tongue. Then he lay down beside her and was silent.
Maria and I could not restrain ourselves any longer and I pushed her back on the sofa and rammed my shaft into her without any further preliminaries. Proof of our excitement was the fact that Maria came as soon as I had buried my dick in her hole and I couldn't control my self any better than she, because after two or three thrusts I ejaculated into her a large amount of sperm and we both were not ashamed to express our delight in a long drawn-out groan that escaped from our dry throats.
I went over to the table and poured some wine for Maria and myself. When we settled down on the sofa again, we heard Margaret's voice:
"Paul ... I want you here ... here...."
She took his hand and placed it on her mount. I looked closer and noticed that he had an erection again. He took Margaret's hand and made her feel his hard, upright shaft. His strong thighs parted and her hand caught and cupped his large testicles, handling them very tenderly.
The stimulation was too much for Paul to remain inactive. Parting her thighs he guided his big prick into her hole and entered her slowly and cautiously. His body pressed against hers, pushing her deep into the pillows, he began the short jerky movements that pushed him far up into her.
She began to moan gently and then more loudly as his thrusts came harder and faster. Then suddenly his mouth pressed down on hers and his arms enveloped her in a strong, almost violent embrace and, judging from their movements and hoarse exclamations, they came at the same time.
That was the signal for Maria and myself to go through our second exercise which we made last much longer. I could hold back long enough to afford the girl four orgasms, and when I, at last, discharged I felt as if all my vital organs had melted and were shooting out of my penis with my seminal fluid. I fell on Maria's hot body and remained without moving for some time.
I stirred when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Paul who offered me a cup of wine and the drumstick of a fried chicken on a small plate. I had dozed off and had not been aware that Maria had got up and left me lying on the sofa. Now I saw her sitting next to her mistress at the table, eating and drinking and conversing in a low voice. Paul, who had put on his robe, helped me into my own and we joined the women.
"You know...." Margaret addressed me, "it is very satisfactory to see that Frenchmen seem to have an inborn sense of civility. Good breeding is somehow natural to them...."
"You are talking of Paul, of course...." I said.
"Yes, if I didn't know he was your orderly I'd say he was a nobleman like you...."
Paul kicked me under the table and I knew what he wanted: to exchange women.
"It is very flattering to hear you say that...." I replied to Margaret, "but as you perhaps know, Paul grew up with me and he can behave like any cavalier of his majesty, the ing. But I'm also sure that his manly qualities don't depend on his upbringing and you will understand that he appreciates a beautiful woman wherever he finds one...."
Margaret looked at me questioningly.
"Do you mean to say that he doesn't prefer refined women to country wenches?"
I seemed to detect some purpose in Margaret's attitude. Was it possible that she begrudged Maria a good bed partner like Paul and wanted to monopolize him? I decided to teach the cunning baroness a good lesson.
"I would have to let Paul answer this for himself. But just in case he is going to occupy himself with Maria now ... well ... I hope you don't classify your beautiful chambermaid as a simple country wench ... eh?"
Margaret blushed to the roots of her hair.
"I don't know what you are talking about...." she stammered. "Maria was trained by my mother and grew up with me just as Paul grew up with you. As a matter-of-fact, Maria would have been married by now unless...."
She stopped and took a sip from her cup.
It was Maria's turn to blush, but she looked angry at the same time.
"Yes, count...." she suddenly spoke up very calmly, "my mistress is quite right. I would have been married by now if the late Count Felden had not seduced me and got me with child so that the man I was betrothed to, turned away from me...."
Margaret grew pale and we all felt uncomfortable.
"You see, Armand...." Margaret's lips trembled as she spoke in a low voice. "That's why I am able to let myself go as I have been doing tonight. When Maria became pregnant, she was considerate enough to keep silent about Heinz's indiscretion. She knew it would hurt me terribly to know that his love to me didn't keep him from other adventures. Her baby died shortly after it was born and she never told us who the father was. But her betrothed turned away from her in disgust...."
Paul and I listened to the revelation with utter surprise. At last I asked:
"But when did you discover that Maria was seduced by your cousin...."
"A week ago...."
"What? Only now...."
"Yes, Armand! You don't think that I'd have consented to any sort of massage treatment by you, or any other man, as long as I cherished Heinz's memory? Tell him ... Maria...."
"Yes, captain ... It was only when I, at long last, told the baroness the truth about the late Count Felden that she broke down and realized she had no reason to be faithful to him even after his death. It was not the reasoning of Dr. Svendstrom, but my revelation which made her decide to receive your attentions...."
I thought it was indicated not to continue the night in the orgiastic mood in which we had started it, but said:
"Paul, I'm sure the baroness will permit you and Maria to retire now. I wish to have a little chat with her in private...."
The baroness' eyes shed a few tears when she said:
"Yes, Maria! Take your Paul with you and leave me alone with the count, now...."
Maria kissed her mistress' hand and was imitated by Paul who understood that the situation had lost its initial flavor. Before he left he squeezed my arm to let me know that he was glad to enjoy Maria's body for the rest of the night.
When Margaret was alone with me, she said:
"I want to apologize for having ruined our evening, Armand, but ... but...."
"Go on, Margaret ... you can talk to me freely as you know...."
"Well ... you noticed how I let myself go with Paul ... so much so that I wanted to continue with him...."
"Yes, I noticed that, but I didn't know that you'd prefer him to me...."
She put her hand firmly on my arm.
"No, Armand, it isn't that! What I said about all Frenchmen being well-bred, was only a cover-up for the exact opposite...."
"The opposite ... I don't understand...."
"It's quite simple. I felt I could let my sensuality rule me completely with a vigorous boy like Paul, who, even though he is your milkbrother, is your orderly! Why, do you think, do noblewomen give themselves quite shamelessly to the embraces of their footmen, or their stable boys, while they don't find the same satisfaction with men of their own class?"
"You mean that I wasn't vigorous enough for you, Margaret?"
"Not at all, Armand! You are a wonderful lover, but you are the Count de Grammont. You are a man of my own class and...."
"And...."
"I would have fallen in love with you ... don't you see that?"
It all became suddenly clear to me. I could have assumed the role that her cousin had played in her life, that is, before Maria had told her that he was not the faithful young lover she had thought him to be. Paul, in her eyes, was more or less a servant. A noblewoman could go to bed with a socially inferior male, but she could not fall in love with him. Margaret used Paul as a protection against her feelings for me. She didn't want to become attached to a passing visitor who was her social equal and could even marry her if her husband was willing to set her free.
I knew immediately that I couldn't afford any more sexual intimacy with Margaret un less I wanted to invite some sort of tragedy. The only way out was to continue our rendezvous en quatre. Paul would have to do me the favor of fucking the baroness while I kept busy with Maria. The more orgiastic the situation became, the less sentiment could jeopardize the relationship between Margaret and myself.
No matter how much Pd have liked to stay the night and enjoy myself with her, I thought it best to kiss the baroness good night and suggest that the four of us should meet the following evening.
She seemed to understand what I meant and returned my kiss with a resigned smile. I went back to my room and lay awake for a while before sheer tiredness made me fall asleep.
It was almost noon before Paul came to me with my cup of chocolate. When I explained the situation to him, he said:
"You know, captain, that I always do anything for you that is good for you. Sure, it's no great sacrifice to fuck the baroness again ... as long as I don't lose Maria...."
"You're not going to lose her, you idiot. But you understand that I can't go on with the baroness after what we know now...."
"I understand. Well ... I have to ride into town because they expect a courier from Paris with new orders today. Don't you remember?"
"Oh yes! I almost forgot! The best thing that could happen to us would be marching orders that take us away from here...."
"For you, perhaps...." said Paul. "But I don't want to get away from Maria so fast...."
"Watch out, Paul! You're falling in love...."
He grinned his old boyish grin and slapped me on the shoulder, a liberty he could permit himself only when we were alone.
"Don't worry, captain! All I want is to fall into bed with a nice ass like Maria's. And there are a lot of Marias in this world...."
With that he was out of the door. I heard him ride away a few minutes later.
My dear Amelie, I trust you will find this mixture of sensuality and sentiment to your liking. Of course, I'd love to have a last fling with Margaret, but I also have to be prudent. When Paul returns with the latest news I'll know more about our future. Meanwhile I send you my most tender kisses.
Armand.
LETTER 10
My unique and charming friend, I am very sorry indeed you had to wait a whole week for this letter, but, as you perhaps surmised, our regiment was ordered back to France and I am writing this from Lyon and the courier will deliver it to you in two days, I hope.
Through the open window of my quarters I can hear Paul chatting with no less than four lasses near the house entrance. He, too, will be glad to be back in Paris in a few days. After all, there are two girls waiting for him and each of them believes she is Paul's only one.
All that is left for me is to inform you of my last day, or rather my last night at the chateau Felsen in Wolfenhausen. I mentioned in my previous letter that Paul was riding into Wolfenhausen to regi mental headquarters to find out if there were any new orders. There were: we had to leave in two days.
A courier had also brought a letter from Baron Felsen to his wife, informing her that he had to stay away another week. He was kind enough to send his regards to me, as Margaret duly told me.
"Now that you have to leave us," she said, "we don't have to be so careful about our emotions, do we?"
"It is always good to be careful about the emotions of other people...." I said, "but I suppose you meant to say that we can afford to have a last night together ... is that it?"
I was alone with her in her room and, in answer to my question, she kissed me passionately on my mouth.
"You are very sweet, my dear," I said, "but since we have two more days and only one night, I think that the four of us should get together tonight, in any case. And ... yes, Paul was quite impressed by you...."
I noticed a definite glitter in her eyes when she replied:
"Really? I must say he is just as good a lover as you, Armand. I wouldn't mind at all, if he and I...."
"Yes, he'll be with you tonight again, but ... you are going to finish with me, my dear ... No matter how often Paul is going to embrace you...."
Margaret smiled and kissed me again.
"Do you know, Armand, that if Paul were not in your service, I'd hire him as a footman, or something?"
"And you mean this as a special compliment to my virility...."
"Don't be foolish, Armand! I could never fall in love with that boy, but I could with you. I've told you, haven't I? But I believe that Maria is in love with Paul and even if I could hire him as a servant, there would be trouble between my maid and myself. I don't want that...."
When I informed Paul of my conversation with Margaret, he suddenly blurted out:
"These goddamned women! Fuck them and leave them, I say! Yes, Maria is a nice girl and the baroness is a tasty dish, but, damn it, captain, we don't want any complications! A man has to make love, and woman was created for man! At least, the Bible tells us so! Well, tonight I'm going to fuck the hell out of the baroness. You said you wanted me to, didn't you?"
I smiled at Paul's outburst, but then I said: "You do the best you can, but since this is our good-bye night, I want to have the last fling with her after you're through. After all, you don't want to neglect Maria on our last night, do you?"
"Hell, no, captain! I could fuck a dozen of them tonight! But you, captain, don't you get involved with that baroness! She's a complicated one, I can tell! But I know she loves to be fucked by me, and I'll do it. And, captain, for the sake of our friendship, which makes me very proud, don't become sentimental when you are alone with her...."
He squeezed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes, beseechingly. He really is like a brother to me, that orderly of mine.
"Don't worry your head off about me, Paul," I said, and put my arm around his shoulder. "Just have a good time with the baroness and I'll have a good one with Maria...."
"Yes, that's what I'm afraid of...."
"You idiot!" I laughed. "There'll be plenty left for you. That girl can take on a whole regiment if she wants to...."
I wasn't so wrong about that, because when I disported myself with Maria that night on the sofa in the baroness' chamber, I had to watch out for myself. That girl knew a trick to tickle my glans with the outer part of her vulva which would make me come in a few seconds if I permitted it. Instead I plunged my shaft deep into her and pressed my glans against her womb so that it was she who had the most orgasms.
Again we were highly stimulated by watching Paul and Margaret perform. It seemed that they forgot Maria and myself completely; as least Margaret did. She embraced Paul stark naked with a violence which threw them on the bed in front of which they had been standing. She pulled him against her breasts and rubbed them against his muscled chest so that his nipples became stiff, too.
His hands grasped her buttocks and one of his fingers pushed searchingly into her rectum.
She moaned and pulled his other hand toward her grotto shoving it in and beginning to move her hips. It seemed that her vagina was devouring his finger as it dug deeper into her. Suddenly she pulled away and opened her arms, awaiting Paul's attack.
Although his prick was in full erection and its red glans fully swollen so that it seemed about to burst soon, he did not enter her, but grabbed her breasts and let his tongue play with her nipples, one after another. Margaret moaned and kept pushing her abdomen toward him, begging him to enter her. At last, grabbing her by her hips, he thrust forward and entered her with one violent move.
Margaret responded with a stifled cry and with heaving movements tried to get Paul's shaft as deep into her as it would go. He began to move faster and faster, pumping with savage speed as if he were intent on hurting her. Margaret seemed in a frenzy, making small rippling movements with her breasts so as to increase their friction with Paul's chest. As Paul's movements grew more and more frantic, she sank her teeth into his shoulder which seemed to bring him to his climax. He paused in mid-motion and Margaret cried out in fury:
"Don't stop ... you bastard ... don't stop now ... fuck me ... fuck me!"
I was amazed to hear those words coming from Margaret. I wouldn't have believed that she knew them. When she arched up to force Paul's prick back into the depths of her vagnia, he gave one more violent thrust and yelled at the top of his voice so that Maria and I quickly ran toward the bed to silence him. We didn't want to alarm the servants in their quarters below.
But Paul had stopped using his voice and his body was twitching in the throes of one of the strongest orgasms he had ever experienced, as he admitted later on. Margaret herself arched once more against him and sobbing she cried:
"Ah ... ah ... keep fucking me ... I want to come again and again...."
To judge from her convulsions she was coming with a vengeance, but she still seemed not satisfied. And now Paul surpassed himself. Without pulling out of her, he rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him and began to thrust into her again. Margaret gave little ecstatic cries when Paul kneaded her so violently that he seemed about to tear her body apart. She yielded completely to his savage attack and kept moaning:
"Yes ... take me ... take ... push right up to my heart ... kill me with your big shaft ... tear me apart with your fingers ... I'm all yours...."
She seemed to be coming several times and, at long last, Paul's chest rose and fell with great gulps of air when he had his final or gasm. His arms fell away from her and he lay quietly with his eyes closed.
Maria and I were standing next to the bed, and I pushed the girl down on the rug and took her on the spot. I kept back for at least ten minutes while she came four times and had the time of her life.
"Maria, listen very carefully...." I whispered to the girl when she was about to put on her dress. "I want you and Paul to go to your room now and celebrate your last night together. You understand, of course, that I have to be alone with the baroness for the rest of the night...."
"Yes, captain, I hope she will not be too tearful about the whole thing. The way she has been carrying on with Paul just now showed me how desperate she is about the whole situation...."
"You are a very intelligent girl, Maria ... that is exactly how I feel about it, too. And we do want to make it easier, don't we?"
Maria nodded and dragged Paul out of the bed and motioned to him to put on his robe and follow her downstairs. Paul gave me a questioning look and I whispered to him:
"Get the hell out of here, now, and make your girl happy. I'll have to try to handle the baroness as best as I can. She's lying there as if she were dead...."
When he and Maria had left the room I turned toward the bed and saw that Margaret was looking at me. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand.
"How do you feel?" I asked and pressed her hand on my thigh.
She smiled weakly and caressed my knee.
"Armand, I wish I had met you before I married...."
"But you were in love with Heinz...."
"That's true, but now I know that he didn't really love me...."
"Why do you think so, all of a sudden? Just because you found out that he seduced Maria...."
"Of course! How can a man love two women at the same time?"
I decided to face Margaret with the bitter truth which she had to know sooner or later.
"Margaret, my dear! You know nothing of men at all, nor of women. Heinz was your first lover. Then you knew the weak embrace of your husband. And now you learned what it means to be loved by virile men like myself and Paul...."
"Yes...." said Margaret. "And I am going to miss this wonderful thing...."
"You little fool...." I caressed her hair and face. "You confuse sensual satisfaction with love. What do you know of me? What do you know of Paul? We are two young men with good bodies and the gift to please women. But you want love, you say...."
"Yes, but Heinz loved me ... or I thought so, at least ... I knew him since we both were children...."
"And I am sure he did love you, Margaret! You must accept the fact that a man can sleep with different women and still be in love with one special woman as Heinz was with you ... That is true, believe me...."
"Are men so different from women?"
"In a way, yes! They go around fertilizing females, while females bear children. Usually a woman loves a man because he can make her a mother...."
"I would never permit a man to give me a child unless I really loved him...."
"Margaret, you don't know what love is ... not yet...."
"And you, Armand, do you know what love is?"
"I think so ... I love a woman very much. I've been separated from her for several months, but I always think of her and I write to her...."
Margaret's face became pale. I quickly took her in my arms and said soothingly.
"You must understand, Margaret, that I am very fond of you, too. But love is different. You see, I am not physically faithful to that woman in France, but we love each other nevertheless. We are friends and lovers. We see things the same way. We have known each other for several years ... As a matter-of-fact, I wanted to marry her, but her parents gave her to a very influential man at court. It is the same story that you told me of yourself and Heinz...."
"And if you had married her, would you have slept with other women, too?"
I laughed.
"Of course! As an officer and soldier I am often away from home. A man needs release. Women need it, too. Look at yourself! It was not difficult for you to enjoy Paul as well as myself, was it?"
She blushed and lowered her head. I chucked her under the chin.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Margaret! At least, you discovered that nature is much stronger than man-made morals...."
"You forget that I am married and I really should have controlled my feelings...."
"On account of your husband?"
"Naturally! He is very fond of me."
"Brace yourself, Margaret! The baron is not only fond of you, but he really loves you. He knows that you had an affair with Heinz."
"What? I can't believe it...."
"Ask Dr. Svendstrom! And he also had a good idea that I was going to become intimate with you before he left...."
Margaret looked perplexed.
"Really, I don't understand...."
"I told you the man loves you. He knows that he can't give you what you need and he knew that Heinz made you happy. He was also aware that your marriage was a marriage of convenience. All he insisted on was to have his honor spared and he was always grateful to you and Heinz that you kept up appearances...."
Margaret was speechless. She kept looking at me wide-eyed and tried to understand something that had never occurred to her.
"You are still very young, my dear, only twenty. You don't know the world. At our court in France, most marriages are marriages of convenience. Love has little to do with it. Often the King himself arranges a match for political reasons, or parents want their daughters and sons to become allied to certain noble families that are equal in rank, or even higher than their own. Naturally, the marriage partners produce children to perpetuate their line, but for pure enjoyment they each have lovers. Just as you had your Heinz, and as I have my Amelie...."
"Is that the name of the woman you love?"
"Yes, but I can't tell you any more about her, because she has to remain unknown in her capacity as my mistress...."
"Does her husband know she loves you?"
"I suppose he does, but he's too tactful to discuss me with her...."
"Strange, indeed! You are right-I don't know much about the world, even my own world...."
"You will, my dear, you will...." I said and took her in my arms. It was getting late and I wanted to get some rest before leaving with Paul early in the morning.
"Let's love each other a last time...." Margaret whispered into my ear.
She stroked my erect penis that was ready for new action and I covered her face with little kisses before I pressed my lips to her mouth and let my tongue meet hers. Her body rubbed against mine and I gently pressed my knees between her thighs which she opened only too willingly.
"Armand, my Armand ... take me now...." she pleaded.
I entered her gently without taking my mouth from hers. She closed her legs over the small of my back and pressed my body close to hers. When I began to thrust into her, she countered with thrusts of her own. I took my lips from hers and kissed her throat and breasts while she brushed her lips over my shoulder.
"Armand...." she moaned, "Armand ... make me come ... push into me ... don't spare me...."
Our movements became wilder and soon I felt her liquid moisten my penis. I redoubled my speed and our loud breathing filled the stillness of the room.
"Yes ... Armand ... now you are doing it ... ah ... my love ... I'm coming again ... ah ... I love you ... I love you...."
My thrusts became violent and at last I dis charged into her with great gusto, continuing to move until the last drop of my semen was spent. We remained joined together for some time and when I reminded her to use her douche, she merely shook her head.
"No, Armand, I want a child from you ... after all, I'm married ... nobody will ever know."
I kissed her tenderly and pulled out of her. She soon fell asleep in my arms and I gently pulled away from her taking care not to wake her. I lay opposite her for a while, looking at her beautiful face and body. She may have been impregnated tonight, I thought, but how are we ever going to know whether it was Paul's semen or mine that got her with child. I had not mentioned this to her, because she wanted to believe that I was going to be the father of her child-provided she gave birth to one.
When I saw that she was fast asleep I put on my robe and slipped out of the room. I decided to renounce all sleep tonight and to leave right away in order to avoid any painful leave taking in the morning.
When i entered my room I found Paul sleeping in my bed. I quickly shook him awake.
"What the hell are you doing here, my boy?"
He rubbed his eyes and smiled up at me.
"I left Maria quite exhausted in her room and thought it would be best if we left as soon as possible. The girl cried and wanted me to take her with us and all that sort of thing. Would you mind if we saddled our horses and took off right now...."
It wasn't the first time that Paul and I were thinking alike.
"You're a genius, my boy. I was about to look for you and suggest the same thing. Quick, help me get dressed and then get ready yourself. We can leave in thirty minutes. And try to be quiet when you take the horses from the stable...."
An hour later we were on our way to regi mental headquarters. Paul was keeping his horse close to mine and suddenly he leaned over to me and clapped my shoulder.
"You know, captain ... Maria forgot to use her syringe tonight and I was too damned tired to remind her. She might be pregnant pretty soon...."
I was silent for a minute and then I replied:
"What would you say if I told you that the same thing happened to the baroness and myself tonight?"
Paul laughed.
"I'd say that neither of them will know who fathered their children, because both of us left our sperm in them. Of course, Maria will have to get married quick if she wants to avoid some bad gossip...."
I didn't know what to say, but merely nodded as we continued on our way. At headquarters we found two empty cots where we could get a wink of sleep before the whole regiment started moving out of town.
And now, my unique and much beloved friend, I must close this epistle. In three or four days I shall press you into my arms and prove that we need each other more than anyone else. When I feel your silky thighs hug my hips I know that I'll have reached my goal at long last.
Armand.
THE END
Erotic Letters
....(44k) by Claude P. Jolyot de Crebillon
