Guillaume Apollinaire, the gifted author of this tale and other like masterpieces of erotica, was a many-sided genius. He was born Wilhelm Appolinaris de Kostrowitski in Paris in 1880. During his student days and early in his writing career, he adapted the nom de plume of Guillaume Apollinaire. He was active in Left Bank literary circles, and early became an eager disciple and follower of the then far out litterateurs. Following their daring artistic innovations. Apollinaire soon became a leader in the newest trends in both literature and art. Although devoting himself primarily to writing, Apollinaire moved in the same group that made up the new art cycle. There were the daring innovators that were soon to revolutionize the art world. Picasso, Klee, Dada these were the names that were shaking the artistic "old guard"of the time of its foundations, and Guillaume Apollinaire was their friend and interpreter of their theories.
Just before World War I, in the fateful year of 1913, Apollinaire wrote two brilliant expositions on the new art which established his reputation as a writer. Many art authorities feel that his columes on futuristic and cubistic are established the general recognition by critics and the public of this type of painting.
Now in his thirty-third year, Guillaume Apollinaire drove himself to new and unusual artistic achievement. Ever the experimenter, he made a reputation for himself in the field of poetry, when his first volume "Alcools" was published. His poems experimented with new forms of words and imagery just as his artist friends strove with new combinations of paint and canvas. To achieve what had never been achieved with words before, he issued "Calligrammes". This was one of the first attempts in literature to achieve effects upon the reader by original and unusual positioning of the type itself. Free verse, and the modern poets who bloomed shortly afterwards owed much to the ground-breaking Apollinaire.
It was he who gave the word "surrealism" in its present meaning to the language. His very frist novel "Les Mamelles de Tiresias" which he wrote when he was twenty-three, he described as a "surrealistic drama". Although the novel was not published until 1917, "surrealism" was the name adopted by the new artists of the time as best describing their painting efforts.
Perhaps the only routine thing which happened in Apollinaire's short but hectic life was the fact that greater fame came to him after he was dead than during his lifetime. His untimely death occurred in 1918. During this time, his published works included the novels "L'Heresiarque et Cie" published in 1910 and "The Assassinated Poet" published in 1916. The poetic drama "Couleur de Temps" was reviewed in 1918.
After his death, his first novel "Les Mamelles de Tiresias" became the libretto for an operatic fantasy by Francois Poulenc. Another book of his poetry "Ontre de Mon Amour" and a volume of critical letters also enlarged his literary statua. The "avant garde" Apollinaire began to achieve a reputation of status and literary respectability which he would have been the first to decry if he were alive.
Despite the fast-living life of the literary adventurer he was, Apollinaire also managed to be a prime mover in another project. Along with two other scholars of erotica, he helped produce a major reference work in the field.
This is the famous listing of "forbidden" books known as "Enfer de la Bibliotheque Nationale". This is one of the most careful compokations of its kind of the secret erotica that reposes in the French National Library. It lists nine hundred books which are issued and allowed to be red only by qualified scholars or psychologists and represents one of the largest collections of hard core erotica in the world.
"Secrets of a Young Lover" was one of Apollinaire's first works in the form of an actual story. It has a whimsical, evocative quality about it which makes one feel that Apollinaire is recalling scenes of his own young manhood.
Certainly Roger, the devil-may-care hero of our tale has many of the traits of the young Apollinaire. This is the same reckless, carefree young man who was living it up with his painter friends and their gay models on the Left Bank. This is the youth who set the art world, and the police of Paris on its ear, by supposedly being the man who engineered the theft of the Mona Lisa from the Louvre as a practical joke. Apollinaire was actually arrested and questioned on this notorious theft by the Surete, but they were unable to pin anything on him.
The evolution of Roger, the spoiled son of a rich family, from a young man to sophisticated, woman-weary lover probably also parallels Apollinaire's private life. The story's style is frank, racy and fast-paced.
Roger, spending his summers at the family chateau in the provinces, rapidly begins to acquire forbidden sex knowledge in all sorts of interesting ways. He begins to use it on the females he comes in contact with. He has plenty of willing subjects, for he is practically the only young man in the place. The situations which develope, involve his good-looking young aunt, the maids, his sisters, farm girls, in episodes which are most unusual in their utterly frank and saucy descriptions.
Apollinaire's excellence as a story-teller somehow makes us come away from "Secrets of a Young Lover" felling that we know the period and people of his little tale intimately.
CHAPTER I
The hot Paris summer had rolled around again and to escape the discomfort of the city heat, my mother had packed up her whole brood and taken off to the country. We were staying at our country estate in one of the provinces. We had acquired it only recently. My father, who was completely taken up in his business and financial affairs, had remained in the city. He was not too happy about having purchased the estate even though he had gotten it at a bargain price from its former owner who had fallen on hard times. He had really acquired it only because my mother insisted that we now needed a country place to maintain our social position.
"You're the one who needed a place in the country," he said. "Take yourself and the children out there if you like but don't make me neglect my business. Anyway my dear Anna, I still don't think that place was such a good idea and if things don't go right, I'll get rid of it at the first chance I get."
"But, darling," my mother said, "you have no idea how the children will bloom in the fresh country air and I think that they will definitely benefit from associating with the simple wholesome country people instead of the depraved characters and perverts that Paris is overrun with . ... "
"Yes, yes, I've heard all that before," my father answered impatiently as he took his brief case and made ready to leave for the office. "I gave in to your whim as usual, and this time I hope it doesn't turn out to be an expensive mistake."
It was on this uncertain note that my mother left for her "Castle in the Country" as she called it. She was resolved to prove to my father that she was right and he was wrong and that our country estate would be a good thing for all concerned. The family group which left with my mother for the country consisted of a younger, still unmarried sister of my mother, her maid, myself, her only son, and one of my sisters who was about a year older than me.
We were all in a very happy mood when we arrived at the country estate, which the people of the country usually called "The Castle".
"The Castle" was very old, impressive and solidly built and had once belonged to the nobility.
The inside was large but the rooms were laid out in such an unusual manner that the place was really rather awkward to live in, with a lot of extra walking necessary to get around. The rooms were different than in ordinary houses, they were separated by a maze of windowless passages, blind corridors, and winding staircases. In other words, the place was really a haphazard puzzler and we all had to explore the house for several days before we had any real idea of how to find our way around.
The outhouses, which is where the farm and stables were located, were kept apart from the big house by a spacious courtyard. There was a chapel right next to these buildings which was easily accessible from the courtyard, the main house or the outhouses.
This little chapel was in remarkable good condition. There had been a monk who had formerly been in charge of the little chapel. He had lived in the castle and had cared for the churchly needs of the little village in the area.
Since he had died, he had never been replaced. Now it was only on Sundays and holy days, as well as to hear confessions, that a Capuchin from the nearby monastery came to our little chapel. There he would conduct the services of his office which were so necessary for the spiritual salvation of our simple, honest, country people.
Whenever the monk came, he always had dinner with us. Also, a room was made up for him near the chapel if he wished to spend the night.
The monk was making one of his usual visits to the Parish and was scheduled to arrive that night. My mother, my aunt, and the maid, Kate, were all busily engaged preparing his room; the bailiff, or farm overseer and another servant were also helping.
Since the harvest had been almost completely gathered, my sister and I were allowed to ramble all over the place, just as we fancied. We explored our castle thoroughly, wandering through all its secret passages and hideaways from cellar to attic. We played hide and seek in the gardens, or else one of us hiding behind a staircase would waite to waylay the other, then spring out uttering blood thirsty howls.
There was a very steep, rickety wooden staircase leading to the attic. One day I had descended it ahead of my sister Berthe, and hid myself in a narrow alcove which was very dark, unlike the staircase where light came in from a skylight in the roof. As she made her way cautiously down the steps, I leaped out barking and howling like a mad dog. Berthe who never dreamt I was hiding, was so startled the she lost her footing. She tripped and slid down the entire stairs in such a position that her head was at the bottom of the stairs and her legs lay on the steps above. Her dress ballooned out and furled itself around the upper part of her body, covering her face and leaving her legs exposed.
When I came closer to her, laughing, I saw that her blouse had ridden up above her navel.
I also saw that Berthe was not wearing any panties. She told me later that she had dirtied the pair she was wearing that morning, and couldn't find a clean change in the linen closet.
This was the very first time that I had ever gotten a good look at my sister's exposed pussy.
Actually, I had seen her naked body many times before, since we had been bathed together quite frequently in the past few years. But all I had been able to see was her naked behind or at most, her side, because my mother and aunt would seat us back to back, with out buttocks against each other as they washed away. Both women were careful to see that I didn't peek and when they dressed us in our nightgowns, they ordered us to position our hands so that they covered us in front.
One day, Kate the maid, gave Berthe her bath instead of my aunt. Afterwards, Kate was scolded severely for forgetting to tell Berthe to put her hands modestly in front of her.
Since I was the only boy, I was always bathed either by my mother or my aunt. Whenever I was bathed in the large bathtub, I was told I could remove my hand.
Then the one who was bathing me would soak and scrub me all over including the spot I usually had to keep concealed.
My mother always believed in the idea that a child should be treated as a child as long as possible, and kept this bathing routine going.
By then, I was thirteen years old and my sister Berthe was fourteen. I was completely innocent about love and didn't even know what the difference between the sexes was.
But now whenever I was naked in front of women, and I felt the touch of their soft womanly hands roaming here and there over my body, I felt a peculiar thrill.
I can recall vividly that whenever my aunt Margaret soaked and washed my sex organ, I would experience a new, but very pleasuable sensation, could see my little pecker straighten and suddenly become hard as steel and that instead of being limp as before, its head reared eagerly. I felt an urge to draw as close as possible to my aunt's body and then would push and thrust my belly against her as far as I could. One day as I pushed against her thigh, my aunt Margaret blushed deeply, which only made her fine features even lovelier. Looking down, she saw the intense erection of my little knob and while seeming to ignore it, called to my mother who was washing her feet in the bathroom with us. Kate, the maid, was giving Berthe her washing at the same time and she too quickly looked my way. Actually, I had already noticed that she liked to bathe me and take care of me rather than my sister, and she never missed a chance to be around my mother or aunt when they took care of me. Now her curiosity was also aroused.
Turning her head, she gazed steadily at me without the slightest show of modesty, as my aunt and my mother shot meaningful looks at each other. My mother was in her slip, which she had pulled up to her thighs so that she could trim her toenails without difficulty. I could see her lovely small feet, her trim shapely calves and the lower curves of her white thighs. Seeing my mother's naked legs had the same effect on my pecker as my aunt's caresses. My mother probably sensed this, since she blushed and let her slip drop down.
The two women exchanged little knowing smiles, and Kate actually laughed out loud until she was hushed up by disapproving looks from my mother and aunt. The maid tried to excuse herself by saying: "Berthe always laughs too whenever I reach that certain spot with a soapy sponge." My mother told her to keep quiet.
Just then my older sister Elise opened the bathroom door and walked in. She attended high school and was fifteen years old.
Although my aunt had quickly covered my naked body with a shirt, Elise had seen me nude and that bothered me quite a bit. Somehow, I didn't feel in the least ashamed in front of Berthe, but I couldn't stand Elise seeing my naked body, because it was over four years since she had last bathed with us. Now she bathed either with the ladies or with Kate.
It also bothered me that all the women in the house could come into the bathroom whenever I was there, but I didn't have the same privilege as far as they were concerned. I was pretty mad when I was kept out, even when only my sister Elise was being bathed. I could see no good reason why she should be treated differently in spite of her snobbish airs.
Berthe, too, was angered by Elise's superior airs, for Elise had recently refused to undress in front of her, and yet hesitated not for a moment when my mother and aunt were alone with her in the bathroom.
The reasons for Elise's behavior were beyond us. How were we to understand that Elise had reached the age of puberty and was blossoming into a woman. Her hips were getting feminine curves. Her nipples were getting larger and as I found out later, her first pussy hairs had already appeared.
That day, Berthe had overheard my mother speaking with my aunt as they left the bathroom: "It started unusually early with Elise."
"Yes, mine started a year later."
"She'll need her own bedroom from now on."
"I think it will be all right if she shares mine," my aunt had said.
Berthe told me all this and was just as much in the dark about what it meant as I was. However, at that particular time, as soon as my sister Elise had entered the bathroom and seen my completely naked with my little pecker standing straight as a ramrod, I could see that her eyes were hypnotized by it and that she was unable to hide her deep surprise. However, she didn't lower her eyes, just kept looking.
When my mother asked her if she would like to take a bath too, she blushed and mumbled, "Yes mother."
"Roger and Berthe have already bathed," said my mother, "Now you can take off your clothes."
Elise did so unhesitatingly, and stripped down to her slip. I was just able to glimpse the fact that she had become bigger in certain places than Berthe, and then I was hustled out of the bathroom.
From that time on, Berthe and I were no longer bathed together. My mother, or aunt Margaret was still always with either of is whenever we took a bath, because my mother had read someplace of an unattended child drowning in the bathtub, so she had an unreasonable fear about letting me or Berthe bathe alone. But even though the ladies continued to soap and wash my body, from that time on, they carefully kept their hands away from my pecker and balls. In spite of this, there were lots of times that I got an erection in front of my mother or aunt Margaret anyway. They always saw it, but my mother would have averted her head when she lifted me from the tub and helped me with my nightshirt, while my aunt modestly looked straight down at the floor. My aunt Margaret, at 26, was ten years younger than my mother, but since she had remained a maiden lady, she carried her years lightly and looked like a young girl. My bare body seemed to have a strong effect on her, and every time she bathed me, she used soft gentle tones.
Once after she had soaked and rinsed me thoroughly her hand accidentally touched my sensitive little cock. She drew back as if it were a viper. I saw it and somewhat annoyed said to her, "Dearest Auntie Margaret, won't you please wash your little Roger all over?"
She flushed and said, "But I have washed you all over," she said fidgeting with the soap.
"Oh, come on Auntie, wash my little pineapple as well."
"You ought to be ashamed, you bad little boy! You can very well wash it yourself."
"No Auntie, I want you to do it. You always get it much cleaner than I can."
"You're a sly devil!" my aunt said, smiling in spite of herself. But she took the sponge and gave my prick and balls a very careful going over.
"That feels so good Auntie Margaret, can I give you a kiss for being so nice?" I asked.
And I kissed her full on her sensuous mouth. Her sweet red lips returned the kiss.
When I hopped out of the bathtub, I begged her to dry me off.
As aunt Margaret dried me, she gave a little extra time and attention to my most sensitive parts. I became so excited that I put my arms around her legs and moved my belly in and out against her. I was so aroused that my aunt pushed me away gently and said, "Stop that Roger, you're not a little boy any more! You're going to have to bathe alone now."
"No, No Auntie Margaret, not alone! I want you to bathe me. I don't want Mamma to bathe me, I enjoy it most only when you bathe me."
"You better get dressed, Roger."
"Be a good auntie and take a bath with me sometime."
"You must really get dressed now Roger," she said looking away from me and out the window.
"No! I want to want you take a bath right now," I demanded.
"Roger!"
"If you don't let me watch you take a bath Auntie Margaret, I'll tell Daddy what you did. I'll tell him that you took my knob in your mouth again."
My aunt blushed a deep red. She had actually taken the head of my pecker in her mouth, but it was only for an instant one day recently when I was being stubborn and refused my bath. The water had felt very cold and I scampered off and hid in the closet. My aunt found me and when I still acted stubborn, she took my boyish penis in her mouth and pressed it between her lips for a second. I enjoyed what she did so much that my stubborn mood vanished and Aunt Margaret led me away like a lamb. Anyway, my mother had done the very same thing in a similar situation, and I know that this is a rather common practice. Women who bathe or tend little boys, will often do it. Women get the same reaction out of doing this as a man does when he touches the crevice of a tender young girl. Actually, women know how to get a greater variety of pleasure then men.
Thinking back to my earlier childhood, I remember having a nurse who always tickled my little pecker and balls, and even sucked it when I couldn't fall asleep. I can even remember that she once put me on her warm naked belly and kept me on it a long time. But these are only very faint memories because it all happened so long ago.
As soon as my aunt had calmed down, she said to me annoyedly, "That was only in fun Roger-you were such a little boy then. But it seems there are certain kinds of fun we can no longer have together. You're a man now!" and she looked deliberately at my erect prick.
"You know, you're a naughty little rascal and I don't love you any more." With these words, she gave my cock a little love tap.
Then she made as if to leave, but I held her back saying: "You don't have to leave me auntie dear, I won't say anything to anyone even if you don't get into the bathtub."
"I suppose I could do that for you," she smiled. She slipped the red slippers off her bare feet, drew her negligee above her knees and edged into the tub. The water was almost up to her knees.
"Roger, I've done what you wanted. Now you must behave and get dressed like a good boy or I'll never m speak to you again." She spoke with such emotion that I knew she meant it. I no longer had my hard-on by that time. While my aunt was soaking her feet, I slipped into my nightshirt. Then, to keep me from asking her to do anything else, she said she was unwell and that she would skip taking a bath after all.
When I was clothed, she stepped out of the tub to dry herself. The towel was wet since it was the same one I had used. I got down on my knees to dry my aunt's tiny feet. She didn't try to stop me. As I rubbed between her toes, she laughed and when I touched the soles of her feet tickling them, her usual good humor came back and she let me dry her calves.
However when I got up to her knees, she told me I mustn't go any higher. I did as she asked, even though for the longest time, I had been consumed with a passionate desire to find out just what women had hidden beneath their skirts that was so precious that they were always trying to hide it.
Aunt Margaret and I remained friends, but from that time on I bathed alone.
My mother undoubtedly had an inkling of what had happened from my aunt, but she never let on to me that she knew.
CHAPTER II
My sister Berthe had fallen to the bottom of the stairs, and there she lay with her skirts up. Even when she saw me standing right next to her and getting an eyeful, she didn't move.
Fear, and the shock of her fall seemed to have paralyzed her as if she had been struck by lightning. I thought she was purposely trying to frighten me, so my curiosity was much stronger then any feelings of concern I might otherwise have had.
My eyes were glued to her nakedness. Where her lower belly met her thighs I could see a strange raised triangular mound of flesh, from which some long blonde hairs were sprouting. Just about where the thighs joined, I could see that the mound was divided by a large crevice about an inch and a half long. On either side of the crack, there seemed to be two moist red lips. I caught a glimpse of the rosy spot where the crack ended, and then my sister jumped to her feet.
She apparently didn't have the faintest notion that she was so completely exposed, or she would immediately have covered herself. But then, as she pulled her feet beneath her, her thighs opened wider and I saw that the ruby lips which I had partly glimpsed, extended down quite a way until they came together near the buttocks.
With the same movement of her legs, she had partially opened her slit, which at that time was about three or three and a half inches long, and I could see that the flesh inside was ruby red in comparison with the pinker color of the outer lips.
There was a spot between her thighs near the pink lips, which was red and irritated. There was no doubt that the redness had been caused by the passage of sweat and piss.
The bottom of her cunt, whose shape looked like the split in an overripe apricot, was only about an inch from her buttocks. Berthe's butt-hole, which I "got a good look at as she turned her back to me when she was getting up, lay there in serene splendor. Her hole, dark maroon color and somewhat wrinkled seemed no wider than the tip of my thumb. The white skin between her butt-cheeks was somewhat reddened from sweat which the hot day had produced. My curiosity was so great at the sudden exposure of all this forbidden fruit, that I didn't realize my sister might have been badly hurt in falling. When that possibility finally penetrated, I rushed to help her. The whole spectacle had lasted less than a minute. I helped Berthe get up. She was unsteady on her legs and said her head hurt.
There was a plentiful supply of cold water in the courtyard well, but if we went there, we certainly would be seen and asked for an explanation with the result that we would have been forbidden any more explorations through the castle on our own. So I led the way to the small pond at the end of the garden, which we had spotted one day from the roof top.
When we reached the pond, we found that a large spring almost completely hidden by dense undergrowth was flowing into it.
Berthe sat herself on a stone bench, while I made compresses out of our handkerchiefs. She seemed a little feverish and out of breath. It was well before noon as yet and before a half hour had elapsed, she was feeling much better, even though she still had quite a big bump on her head. Fortunately it was hidden by her hair.
During that half hour, I mentally went over everything I had seen. I was happy to let me mind ponder over these new discoveries but I hadn't the faintest idea how I should behave with Berthe because of them.
Finally, I made up my mind what to do. While Berthe had been stretched there naked, I noticed that under her feathery bush she had a beauty spot just where her cunt ended.
By an odd coincidence I had one too, in exactly the same spot just behind my balls.
My mother and aunt had looked at it one day and laughed, I never understood why.
Later on, I looked at my buttocks in the mirror and found it. When I told Berthe about it she seemed surprised and blushed deeply. At first she made believe she didn't understand, and when I carefully described its exact location to her, lying on the ground with my legs apart to show her how I had happened to notice it, she became very embarrassed.
I made very sure that we were completely alone in the garden. The surrounding shrubbery was high enough to shield us from prying eyes, while we could easily see if anyone were coming.
I loosened by belt and letting my light summer trousers fall, I lay back directly before my sister.
"My goodness, Roger, what if anyone were to see you!" she said anxiously, not however, shifting her gaze for a moment.
"There is not a soul around Berthe," I replied in hushed tones. Then I got up and stood in front of her and lifting my shirt said: "Since I saw everything you have, you might as well see all of me."
Berthe's curiosity was aroused, and she looked at me without shame. Her gaze began to effect me: My organ began to bestir itself, then rose and stiffening, showed its head.
"You see Berthe, I piss out of that little hole, but right now I couldn't even though I want to."
"I have been holding it in for a long time," she said quietly, "but I am so ashamed. Please don't look at me Roger."
"Listen Berthe don't be such a prude. If you hold piss in too long, your bladder will burst and you'll die. Isn't that what our old nurse used to say?"
Berthe got up, looked all around then squatted beside the bench and began to piss. I bent down quickly so as not to miss a thing, and saw a thin, but strong stream spurting from the top of her crack and falling at an angle to the ground.
"No, Roger!" she said ashamed, "That's not nice."
She finished pissing and stood up.
"But Berthe, we can't be seen," I protested, "Don't be a spoil sport."
I grinned and added "Look at me, I am not ashamed in front of you." I began to piss but it came out in uneven spurts, because my organ was still stiff. Berthe burst out laughing. Taking advantage of her good mood, I quickly pulled up her skirt, forced her behind down and made her piss.
She no longer tried to resist, but spreading her legs apart bent forward slightly. I saw her solid stream fall to the ground with a splash, then it slackened off. My sister seemed to be forcing the piss at the end and her crevice opened near the top, showing the pink lips.
All of this took place in a matter of seconds. The stream had became only a dribble.
Suddenly I grabbed her pussy and drew the lips apart. She seemed to enjoy it greatly. Otherwise, she never would have lifted her skirts so quickly and kept them up. Studying the matter closely, I found that her crack, which looked like a half opened cherry-stone clam, had two additional inner lips smaller than the outside ones. These lovely red inner lips were shut tight. At the top was the little hole through which she had just made pi-pi. A tiny knob of flesh about the size of a pea was also visible. I found it to be extremely hard when I touched it.
My sister apparently liked my stroking, for she remained motionless, just pushing her belly out a bit.
She soon became very excited and lifted her skirt even higher, above her belly button. Then I caressed her belly letting my hands roam across her flesh. I tickled her navel and tongue all around its rim. Then I stood back to get a better view and got a really good loot at the silky pussy hairs adorning her love mound. There wasn't too much hair, but it was tender and downy, and so blonde that you really had to be close up to see it all. I didn't have much more hair then Berthe myself, but mine was darker.
I twirled her hairs a little and told Berthe how surprised I was to find that the color of our bush hair was so different.
"That's the way it always is," she replied.
"How do you know?"
"Kate told me that once when we were alone in the bathroom. Anyway, I'm going to have my periods soon."
"What are periods?"
"That's when some blood comes from your pussy every month for a few days. Kate had her periods and a full hairy bush when she was my age."
"Is her bush hair like yours?"
"Don't be foolish!" Berthe said with an air of superiority.
Letting her skirt down again, she added: "Kate's hair is red and mine is blonde. She uses oil on her hair to make it look darker. Anyway she has so much hair down there, that you can only see her you know what if she spreads her legs apart."
While Berthe had been talking all this time, my pecker had become quite limp.
Berthe saw it and said: "Oh look, your pisser has shrunk again. Kate told me all about it the other day, when I asked her why she had laughed in the bathroom. She told me that Roger's organ had stood straight up just like a man's Actually she said it's a pretty big one and if he were a man, I'd let him stick it in me. Watch your step and see that he doesn't try to stick it in you, Berthe."
"Just what does sticking it into someone mean?"
"Well, it's when two people sort of stroke each other. Kate's already stroked me, and she made me do it to her too. I enjoy what she does a lot more than what you just did to me. When I did it to her, she made me use my thumb, because she said that's the finger which goes in the farthest and the best. So I put it in, and moved it back and forth just as quickly as I could and she was crazy about it. Then she did it to me and I loved it too, but the first time she made me do it to her, she scared me half to death. She began to sigh and gasp and then when she started to scream and shake all over, I thought I was hurting her and wanted to stop. But she yelled, "No, no Berthe, don't stop now," then she became even more excited and screamed, "Oh, Berthe, I feel it coming, it's coming now, Oh, Oh, Oh!. . . "
"And then she gasped a few times and fell back on the bed as though she had fainted. When I pulled my finger out of her pussy, it was covered with something gluey. She washed it off and promised me that she would make me come as soon as I was a little older and got some more bush hair on my pussy."
A thousand thoughts tumbled across my mind. I had a hundred questions to ask, there was so much of what we had been talking about that I didn't understand at all....
Anything might have happened if the dinner bell hadn't rung just then. I took a last look at Berthe's private goodies, and showed her mine again. Then we adjusted our clothing and kissed, promising on our honor never to mention anything to anyone of what had gone on between us. We were just about to leave, when the sound of voices held us where we were.
CHAPTER III
When we overheard the talk, we soon realized that the bell which had just tolled was not for us, but to call the servants to lunch and since we had adjusted our clothes and were quite decent, we were in no special hurry to leave. Anyone coming upon us in our hidden spot would have had absolutely no inkling of what we had just been doing.
The sounds we had heard close by were from beyond the garden. We soon saw that the voices and gay laughter came from some servant girls who had been working in the fields just behind the garden. Since the servants' lunch was served fifteen minutes after the first bell, we had time to watch their antics.
It had rained last night. The damp fresh-plowed earth covered the girl's feet, and their skirt-beneath which they seemed to be wearing nothing at all-were very short, scarcely reaching their knees. They were not great beauties, but robustly attractive, young peasant girls in their early twenties.
Reaching the spring, they sat on the green grass along the bank of the stream and dipped their feet in the water.
As they bathed their feet, they chattered like a flock of birds.
They were right in front of us, not more than thirty feet away. The difference between their sun-tanned calves and white knees was readily seen and there were plentiful glimpses of white thighs.
Berthe seemed bored by the whole scene and began tugging on my arm, anxious for us to leave. But just then, we heard the sound of nearby footsteps and saw three burly hired men approaching by way of a little path which ran right beside our hiding place.
Some of the girls began pulling down their skirts when they saw the men approaching, especially one girl with coal-black hair whose white thighs were exposed almost up to the buttocks.
The first hired man, a dull looking fellow, ignored the women's presence and standing right in front of our hiding place, unbuttoned his trousers to pee. He took out his organ which looked very much like mine, except that its size was enormous. He held it in his hand to piss. He had opened his fly so wide, that the bushy hair on the base of his organ was visible. He pulled his balls from his fly and scratched them with his left hand, while holding his member in his right.
This scene bored me as much as Berthe had been when I had pointed to the peasant girl's legs. But now her eyes were popping. The other girls made believe they didn't notice him. The second man also unbuttoned his trousers and drew out a prick which was smaller than his friend's, but very brown as if it had been sunburned. He also began to piss. As they saw his stream of urine, all the girls burst out laughing and they became even more hilarious when they saw the third man start to piss.
By now the first fellow had finished pissing. He shook his prick a bit between his thumb and forefinger to clear it of the last few drops of piss, and bent his knees somewhat as he replaced his pecker in his pants. As he did so, he let loose a loud clear fart and then sighed with satisfaction. This made the girls laugh even more.
Their hilarity increased when they saw the third fellow's exposed ramrod.
He was outlined on a slope so that we could see both his huge member and the farm girls seated beyond.
He pointed it skyward spurting a fountain of piss in a high arch. The girls laughter now became very giddy. Through with their pissing, the men approached the girls and one of the girls began to splash water playfully on the dull-looking hired man. The third man said to the dark-haired girl, who had pulled her skirts down from her thighs when she saw the men arrive:
"What good does it do you to hide it, Ursula? I've already seen that thing you prize so highly."
"There's plenty there you haven't seen yet, Valentin, goodies that aren't for you," Ursula replied flirtatiously.
"Oh you really think so, do you?" said Valentin, who had now positioned himself directly behind her.
And grabbing her by the shoulders, he forced her to lie with her back on the ground. She tried to take her feet out of the water, but couldn't keep her light skirt and blouse from ballooning up, so that she ended up in just the same position my sister had been in a little while ago. Unhappily, this delightful panorama only lasted a few moments.
But in those few moments I could see that Ursula, who had already shown off a splendid pair of shapely legs, also possessed a fine pair of prize-winning thighs topped by buttocks whose full cheeks left absolutely nothing to be desired. Between her thighs, on her lower belly, there was a bush of curly dark hair which ran down and framed the pretty pink lips of her cunt. But the hair around her pussy lips was not nearly as thick as the bushy thatch which spread almost up to her belly-button.
"There you are Ursula," crowed Valentin who was very aroused, "Now I've seen every bit of your black fur piece."
And laughing, he took the rapid blows and insults which the girl, now very angry, rained upon him.
The second hired man tried to pull the same trick with one of the other girls, just as Valentin had done with Ursula.
This second peasant girl was a pretty one. Her face, neck and arms was so covered with freckles that it was almost impossible to see any clear patches of skin. Her legs were also freckled but the freckles there were larger and further apart. She looked quite intelligent: Her eyes were a very dark brown, her hair red and curly. While not exceptionally beautiful, she was nonetheless a tempting enough piece to give a man ideas. And that is just what she seemed to have done to the hired man called Michel.
"Helen," he said, "You should have a red fur piece down below. If it turns out to be black, that's proof you've stolen it somewhere
"Dirty rat!"
He grabbed at her to do what Valentin had done to Ursula.
But she had time to scramble to her feet and instead of exposing her pretty pussy, Michel got his face slapped and ears boxed so that he began to see all the planets and stars in the heavens.
The other two girls joined the tussle and began to hit him. He finally broke loose and with the three girls' scornful laughter following him, ran to join up with his companions.
The other peasant girls had finished bathing their feet and had left. Only Ursula and Helen remained behind and they were getting ready to go also.
They were whispering with their heads close together. Ursula laughing, and wrinkling her forehead, made a funny face. Helen was looking at her and nodding her head in agreement.
Ursula's features relaxed with a quizzical smile, and she seemed to be thinking over what Helen had just told her. Helen looked quickly about her to make certain that everyone had left and lifted her short skirt all the way up. Holding it high with her left hand, she slipped her right hand between her white thighs at the spot just below her forest of red hair. From the movement of the bush, which was much thicker than Ursula's, you could see that she was squeezing her pussy lips between her fingers. Ursula was watching her closely. Suddenly a stream spurted from her bush; instead of falling to the ground, it arched and made a half curve in the air. Both Berthe and I were amazed to see this, for neither of us had ever dreamed that a woman could piss like that.
Ursula also seemed surprised and looked like she wanted to do it too, but she gave up the idea, for just then, the bell sounded the last call for lunch. The two girls left quickly lest they miss their meal.
CHAPTER IV
When Berthe and I returned to the main house, we found the table already prepared, but my mother and my aunt were not quite through in fixing up the dining room. While Berthe pitched in and helped them, I picked up a newspaper which my father had sent us from Paris and saw a story which told how a Mr. X had brutally raped a Miss A. Going to the dictionary, I looked up the meaning of the word "rape". It meant "to deflower", which didn't teach me very much, but it gave me more food for thought.
While eating, Berthe and I said not a single word, which was unusual for us. My aunt and mother were surprised by our silence, but merely thought that we had been quarrelling again. It seemed wiser for us to conceal our new-found intimacy by letting them think just that.
My mother told us how she had arranged the rooms for my father and herself, and for my aunt. They had the rooms on the first floor along with Berthe and Kate. My room was on the ground floor, behind the stairway which led to the library. When our lunch was over, I went up to the library to look around. It had a great many musty old books, but only a few recent ones.
The room set aside for the monk was right next to the library. A corridor separated it from the chapel. The chapel had two large pews set before the altar, where the gentry of the estate had formerly sat at mass. The master's confessional was located behind one of these pews, whereas the servants' confessional was removed at the far end of the chapel.
I had plenty of time to take in all these details after eating. Berthe had been called upon to help the ladies and I just about had time to give her a stolen kiss before I went exploring by myself.
The next several days went by without anything exciting happening.
Berthe spent all her time helping the ladies, who still hadn't finished getting the house arranged to their complete satisfaction.
Since there was a spell of bad weather, I spent most of my time in the library. There, I had been very pleasantly surprised to come across a book on anatomy which I found to have complete pictures and descriptions of the intimate private parts of both sexes. The book also explained pregnancy and all the phases of maternity, all of which was new to me. I was especially interested by this material because the overseer's wife was pregnant and the sight of her big belly had greatly aroused my curiosity.
Just recently, I had heard her talking about her pregnancy with her husband. Their living quarters were on the ground floor right next to mine, near the garden. I had been very impressed by the events of that memorable day when I had first seen my sister naked, and afterwards, the lewd sporting of the peasant girls and hired hands. My mind returned to those scenes again and again and this gave me an erection most of the time. I was constantly looking at and playing with my prick. I felt so much pleasure while handling it, that I did it more and more.
When I was in bed, I would pleasure myself by lying on my belly and rubbing my pecker against the sheets. My feelings became more aroused every day. A week passed in this manner.
One day, as I sat in the comfortable leather arm chair in the library, the anatomy book open in front of me to the pictures of the female genital organs, I got such a stiff erection that I unbuttoned my trousers and took out my prick. It stood up stiffly erect and the head looked quite large. As a matter-of-fact, I was sixteen now and considered myself quite a man. My bush hair had grown thicker and looked like a nice beard. That particular day, I felt such a deep an unusual thrill as I rubbed it with my hand that my breath grew rapid. I kept playing with my organ, tightening my grip, loosening it and stroking it vigorously back and forth. I uncovered the head completely, tickled my own balls and my butt-hole and then inspected my head closely pleased with the ruddy color of the shiny knob.
I can't describe the thrills I felt. I was discovering all the ways of the fine art of masturbation. I kept stroking my dick regularly and rhythmically, until suddenly I felt a sensation which I had never experienced before.
The feeling was so intensely thrilling, that my feet lashed out in front of me and pushed against the legs of the table. My behind slipped down and was pressing against the back of the chair.
I felt the blood flushing my face. I found it difficult to breathe. I closed my eyes and my mouth was slightly agape. A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind in a few seconds.
My aunt, before whom I had stood naked; my sister, whose lovely little pussy I had explored; the sensual thighs of the two maids; all these images whirled before me. My hand stroked my rigid prick faster and faster. An electric shock jolted through my body.
My aunt! Berthe! Ursula! Helen! I felt my organ throb and from the ruddy, hard bead, a whitish liquid gushed out in a series of rapid spurts that dribbled away to a mere oozing. I had just had my first ejaculation.
My pecker became limp. I now gazed with interested curiosity at the semen which had flowed on to my right palm. It looked and smelled like the white of an egg and was thick and oozy like glue. I licked a little and thought it tasted like a raw egg. I shook off the last few drops hiding in the little hole at the tip of my member, which was now completely soft, and wiped it on my shirt tail.
From what I had been reading, I knew I had just indulged in the pleasures of masturbation. I looked up the word in the dictionary and found a very thorough article on the subject. It went into such details that almost anyone reading it would be stimulated to try masturbation.
I re-read the article, now with experienced interest, and found myself aroused again. The tired feeling following my first come was gone. I found that the act had made me ravenously hungry. At the table, my aunt and mother remarked upon my unusual appetite and commented that I was a growing boy. I soon came to understand that masturbation is a vice like drink. The more you have the more you want....
I seemed to go around with a constant hard-on and my thoughts were more lewd than ever, but the pleasures of masturbation were beginning to give me less and less satisfaction. Thoughts of girls and women, real live ones, came crowing into my mind; it seemed like a sin to waste all that sperm masturbating.
Perhaps because of the continual massage, my tool became even larger, my bush hair became thicker, my voice deepened and hairs sprouted on my upper lip. I realized that I was inexperienced in one fundamental act of manhood: Coitus, which is the name I found in the anatomy book for that act I had never yet tried.
All the women in the house were quick to notice the changes which were taking place in me, and I was no longer regarded as a child.
CHAPTER V
The feast day of the village's patron saint had arrived. It was the reason for a major celebration, but first all the members of the household were to go to confession.
Both my mother and aunt had first decided to go to confession and then the others decided to follow their example.
I played sick, and had stayed in my room since the evening before in order to avoid arousing anyone's suspicions. The Capuchin Friar had arrived and had dined with us. Coffee was served out of doors in the garden and after Kate had cleared the table, I found that I was alone. With time weighing heavily on my hands, I sauntered into the library, where I spotted a concealed door which I had never noticed before. It led to a dark and narrow hidden staircase whose only light came from a small round window at the end of the upstairs corridor.
The stairs went to the Chapel, and from behind its locked door, rusty from many years of disuse, came the voice of the Friar. He was telling my mother that she could continue her confession on the following day in the same place.
The confessional booth rested against a wooden partition from which every word came distinctly. I thought that this would be a wonderful spot to do some interesting eavesdropping.
I was sure that these back stairs must have been put in long ago by some jealous nobleman, anxious to listen to his wife's secret revelations during confession.
The next day after my breakfast of coffee and a roll, the overseer's wife came in to straighten up my room.
She was very pregnant, and I gazed intently at the enormous curve of her belly, and the unusual size of her nipples and breasts which I could see bouncing up and down beneath her light blouse.
She was an agreeable looking woman, with rather pretty features. Before the overseer had made her pregnant, she had been one of the estate's maids.
I had already seen many women's breasts in pictures and on statues, but never the real thing.
The overseer's wife was in a hurry to finish. Only one of her blouse buttons was actually fastened. As she leaned over to make my bed, this lonely button became unfastened and I saw her whole bosom, since the jacket she was wearing was very low cut.
I jumped to my feet: "Madame Overseer, you're going to catch cold!"
And while pretending to help her button her blouse, I actually untied the ribbon keeping it on her shoulders. As I did this, her two titties actually seemed to jump from the blouse and I marveled at their size and hardness.
Her buttons on each breast jutted out: They were deep red and circled with a large brownish halo.
Those titties of hers were as solid as a pair of buttocks cheeks, and as I caressed them, they looked like a pretty girl's behind.
My action had so surprised the woman that I had plenty Of time to kiss her nipples leisurely.
She had a sweaty smell which seemed to excite me. It was that individual woman odor which, as I learned later, every woman has, and depending on the individual, may either attract or repel.
"Oh, Oh! Whatever are you thinking of? ... No ... Don't do that!. . .I'm an honest married woman ... I won't do it for anything in the world."
This is what she was saying as I pushed her towards the bed. I had opened my dressing gown and showed her my rigidly erect excited organ.
"Stay away from me. Can't you see IM PREGNANT? Good Lord, what if anyone should see
The fierceness of her resistance slackened off. Actually she was now staring steadily at my exposed pecker. She was bracing herself against the bed on which I was trying to force her to-lie down.
"You're hurting me!"
"My dear girl, no one can see or hear you in this room."
By now, she was sitting down on the edge of the bed and I was still pushing. She lay back and closed her eyes.
I became incredibly excited. I lifted her dress, her slip, and saw a pair of thighs which whetted my appetite much more than had the peasant girls'. Between the closed white thighs, I caught a glimpse of silky brown hairs which were concealing her crack.
I dropped to my knees, grabbed her thighs, let my hands wander caressingly, then putting my lips upon them, covered them with kisses. My lips advanced from her thighs right up to her love mound, where the strong odor of urine only added more to my excitement.
I lifted her skirt even higher and was astonished at the huge bulk of her belly. Its skin was so distended that the navel was raised, instead of being in a hollow crevice as was Berthe's.
I tongued her raised belly-button. She lay still, her breasts flopping down on each side of her torso. I lifted one of her legs and put it on the bed. This exposed her cunt. When I looked, I was a little scared at first by the sight of her two thick, puffy, reddish-brown lips. Her pregnancy gave me a chance to really see all her intimate parts close up. Her pussy lips spread a little more and when I glanced inside, I could see plenty of moist red flesh.
Visible near the top of the lips was her peepee hole, topped by a tiny finger of flesh, which my anatomy research had taught me was called the clitoris.
The upper part of her slit was hidden by the thick, silky hair of her bush. The lips themselves were almost hairless, and I could see that the skin between her thighs was damp and red from sweat. On the whole, it was a rather unappetizing tableau, but I appreciated it anyway because the woman was very clean. I couldn't keep from putting my tongue into her crack and licking it diligently before moving up to the clitoris, which soon hardened under my hot tongue. I soon tired of this, and since her crevice was quite moist and wet now, I used my finger instead of my tongue. Then I went to her nipples, taking the jutting tips in my mouth and sucking them each in turn. I kept rubbing my index finger on her clitoris, which grew harder and larger until it had almost reached the size of my little finger.
At that point, the woman seemed to realize what was happening and began to whimper softly, but didn't leave the prone position into which I had forced her. I felt a little sorry for her, but I was much too excited to really care. I talked to her soothingly, trying to reassure her and ended up by swearing to be godfather to the child she was expecting so shortly.
I went over to the bureau draw and taking out some money, gave it to her. By then, she had gotten herself fairly respectable again. So I opened my dressing gown and exposed my member again. I really felt a little ashamed to wave my naked prick again in front of a woman, especially one who was married and certainly was pregnant.
I took her damp hand and placed it on my rigid organ. She had an exquisite touch.
She began to squeeze my pecker, gently at first, them more firmly. I crushed her nipples, which had a strange fascination for me.
I kissed her on the mouth and she returned the pressure.
My whole body was humming with pleasure. I put myself on her thighs but she quickly said: "No, not on top of me. That hurts too much. I can't take it the front way anymore."
She got off the bed, turned around and bent over, resting her face on the mattress. She said no more, but my instinct gave me the solution to the problem. I vividly recalled once having seen two dogs going at it just that way. I quickly lifted her skirt.
Her white buttocks came into view, buttocks such as I have never seen in my wildest dreams. Berthe's may have been nice, but they weren't much compared to this. Both my butt-cheeks put together wouldn't even have made one of this extraordinary behind, which surprisingly enough, was firm and resilient. like all beautiful breasts and handsome buttocks, the smooth skin gleamed whitely.
There were some hairs in her slit, and the crack itself was like a canyon dividing her superb cheeks.
Below the magnificent buttocks, lying between the thighs was her plump juicy pussy, which my eager finger probed.
I put my chest against her bare buttocks and tried to make my arms reach around her smooth belly, which hung down like a smooth white globe. I stroked her cheeks, then rubbed my organ against them. But I was still curious. I spread her cheeks apart and examined her butt-hole. like her belly-button, it stuck up somewhat and even though colored a dark maroon, it was very clean.
I started to shove my finger up it, but she jumped so, that I was afraid I might have hurt her so I stopped. I rammed my overheated pecker in her cunt; it was like a knife cutting into warm butter. Then I began jumping around like a cat on a hot stove bouncing my belly against her resilient behind.
I rammed her like a wild demon. I no longer even knew what I was doing and then I reached a most voluptuous climax, and for the first time in my life, my spurm spurted into a woman's cunt.
After I discharged, I still wanted to keep my pecker in that nice warm spot, but the overseer's wife turned around and modestly pulled down her skirt. She was covering up her breasts by buttoning her blouse. I heard a sort of dripping sound: It was droplets of my sperm falling from her cunt to the floor. She smeared it with her shoe and dried her thighs with her skirt.
When she saw me standing still exposed in front of her, with my rosy moist prick half erect, she smiled, took out her best linen handkerchief and carefully dried it off.
"Please get dressed now master Roger," she said. "I must leave. Eut please, for the love of Heaven," she pleaded blushing, "You must never tell a soul about what happened just now or I shall never forgive you."
We hugged each other, kissed a little and then she left. I lay back in the bed, reveling in my wonderful new sensations and almost forgetting that confession had probably already begun.
CHAPTER VI
Wearing a pair of soft slippers, I wended my way as quietly as possible along the narrow passage until I reached the wooden partition. I quickly located the best spot for eavesdropping. The Capuchin Friar had set it up so that the person confessing was all alone in the little room where the confessional was, while those waiting for their turn, remained in the Chapel outside.
This made it unnecessary for anyone to whisper during confession, and the voices were loud and clear. I assumed by the voice I was now hearing that a peasant was in the confessional.
His confession must have been coming along for some time since the good friar was saying:
The Confessor "So you say that you always play with your member in the bathroom? Why? How long do you fondle it, and how often?"
The Peasant "Usually twice a week but sometimes every day, until I have my come. I just can't help it. I guess I enjoy it too much."
The Confessor "Have you ever done it with a woman?"
The Peasant "Once, but it was with an old woman."
The Confessor "Tell me all about it, my son and don't keep back a thing."
The Peasant "Once I was working up in the hayloft with old Rosalie. I began to get my daily hard-on, and I said: "Rosalie, how long is it since you've had a man?" Then she answered: "Oh you rascal you! Good gracious did I really hear your question right? I saw my last pecker at least forty years ago. And I can't say that I'm exactly yearning to have one now. I'm sixty years old already." So I said to her: Stop acting, Rosalie, I'd sure like to see a woman stark naked at least once in my life. Come on and get undressed. She answered: I'm afraid the devil will take me. Then I answered: The last time you did it he didn't take you. Why should he now? and then I pulled the ladder up into the hayloft so that no one could surprise us. I opened my trousers and displayed my organ to her. Her eyes bugged out at it and she said: My faith! It's twice as big as my dear departed Gene's ever was. So I told her, Now Rosalie, you've got to show me your box. She didn't want to let me see it, but I drew her skirt up over her head and got a good look."
The Confessor "Well, well, what happened next?"
The Peasant "Between her thighs, she had a big slit, with deep purplish-colored lips, and over her ancient pussy was a bush of gray hair."
The Confessor "You're not answering my question. I asked you what you did next."
The Peasant "I shoved my hot sausage into her crack all the way up to my balls, which I couldn't fit in. As soon as I put it in, Rosalie began to shake her belly back and forth and yelled to me: Grab me under my buttocks, you ox. Put your hands there and do just what I'm doing. So we both began shaking our bellies and arses together so fast that I got pretty hot. Rosalie, excuse me your Grace, got so hat that she discharged five or six times. And I myself had a very good come. Then Rosalie began yelling, Squeeze me tighter, ox, it's coming, it's coming! and then darned if I didn't come again right along with Rosalie. But poor old Rosalie got fired. It seems that one of the stable girls had overheard us in the hayloft and started gossiping all over the village. And that's why I never wanted to chase after the young girls."
The Confessor "Well isn't that a nice stew of mortal sins! What else is troubling your conscience my son?"
The Peasant "I could never forget the hump I got from Rosalie. One day while cleaning out the cow barn, I noticed that one of the nicest cows was in heat. Her cunt looks just like Rosalie's, I say to myself. So I take out my prick and ram it into her. But the cow wouldn't stand still like Rosalie did. But then I lifted up her tail and was able to keep it in. I managed to screw her good and proper, and enjoyed it even more then with Rosalie. But, excuse me your Grace, she started to shit all over me; my balls and pants and shoes were covered with the stuff. So I don't want to fuck her again."
The Confessor "Oh my son, why do you stoop to such perverse acts?"
The Peasant "Well Father, our shepherd gives it to all his sheep and goats, and our hired girl Lucy goes to bed with a gander between her thighs. She tells all the neighbors it's very good for the stomach so one of out neighbors is now screwing his prize goose."
The confession droned on, but became rather boring. I left my hiding place and went to the Chapel to see who had been making the confession.
I was surprised to find that it was the dull-looking hired man who had frolicked with the peasant girls beside the pond.
He was the last male to confess. My mother got up to make her confession. My aunt, and the maid Kate, were in the Chapel beside her. All of the castle's maids were also there in one of the rear pews.
I was surprised that my sister Berthe was not there.
The overseer's wife had been excused by the Friar because of her very advanced pregnancy.
My mother's confession was quite naive, but interesting nevertheless: "There is something else I must speak to you about Father," she said shyly after going down the list of her usual daily sins. "For quite some time now, my husband had been making somewhat peculiar demands upon me.
"On our bridal night, he forced me to strip completely, and since then he has made me get stark naked on several occasions. But now he insists on my being completely naked all the time. He showed me an old book written by a priest as his authority. The book says, among other things: Married couples shall perform the carnal act completely naked, so that the man's seed may mix more intimately with the woman's. But the older I grow, the more I feel I'm doing wrong."
The Confessor "This book was written in ancient times, when it was not the custom to wear night shirts. Only people of high degree wore them. The common people slept naked in the marriage bed, and there are many places in the country where this custom still persists. Our peasants, for instance almost all sleep this way especially because of bedbugs. The Church does not approve of this practice, but neither does it specifically forbid it."
My Mother "You have made me feel better about this matter Father, but my husband also makes me take certain naked positions which shame me. Recently he made me get down nude on all fours, while he watched me from behind. Other times, he gives me a cane and makes me march naked about the room yelling orders to me as though he were commanding a group of soldiers: 'Forward march!' or 'Halt!' or "To the right rear, march!, To the left, rear, march!'
The Confessor "These things are not right, my daughter; but if it is only in wifely obedience that you submit, then the sin is not yours."
My Mother "Father, there is something else troubling my heart, but I'm too ashamed to speak of it."
The Confessor "The greatest sin are forgiven my daughter. Relieve your conscience and speak."
My Mother "My husband always wants to ram me from behind, and he acts so peculiar that I am overcome with shame. During the night I always feel him putting his finger, covered with glycerin and rose water, right up my . ... my . ... anus. When I try to get up, he soothes me and then right away I feel him ramming in his organ. It hurt me terribly at first. But after a while, I got so that I liked it and when he was through, I had the same sensation as if he'd discharged the usual way (then her voice became so low that I couldn't hear.)
The Confessor "This is indeed a mortal sin my daughter. You must send your husband to me immediately for confession."
The rest of her confession was uneventful.
Surely afterwards, my aunt sat in the confessional and I heard the sweet sound of her voice. From what I could hear, she started by saying that she had very frequently missed confession. But you could have knocked me over with a feather, when I heard her say in low hesitating tones that although she had never before felt the desires of the flesh, she had been stirred lustfully when she saw her young nephew naked in his bath and had lewdly touched his body. But that fortunately she had been able to control these evil desires. Except one time when her nephew was asleep: the blanket had slipped off the bed leaving his sex parts exposed. She had stood at his side, looking at his loins for a long time, and had even taken his organ in her mouth. I could see that it was hard for her to say these words. I experienced an unusual wave of emotion.
The Confessor "Have you ever sinned with men, or have you just polluted yourself alone?"
My aunt "I am still a virgin, no man has ever had me. But I've often looked at myself naked in the mirror, and stroked my private parts with my hand. Once...."
The Confessor "Faith and courage my child, you need conceal nothing from your confessor."
My aunt "Once my sister remarked to me: "The maid uses a ridiculous number of candles. She must be reading all night in bed, or keeps burning candles because she's afraid of the dark. She'll set the house afire yet one of these nights. You sleep near her, so be alert!' That very night I saw a light in Kate's room and thought I'd investigate. I opened her door slowly, and noiselessly entered her room. She was squatting on the floor, her back facing me, and leaning forward towards the bed. There was a chair in front of her with a mirror on it, and on the right and left of the mirror were two lit candles. Kate was in a thin nightgown, and I could clearly see through the mirror that she had something long and white in her hand which she was moving back and forth between her parted thighs. She was panting, and her whole body trembled. Then she suddenly cried out: 'Oh! Oh! Oh! That feels so marvelous!' She threw back her head, closed her eyes and seemed to be in another world. Then I moved and she heard me.
Springing to her feet, I saw that she was trying to conceal a candle in her hand. She began a long-winded explanation that she was doing this in memory of her lover, who had just been taken by the army. I was astonished that anyone could do such a think, but she begged me to keep her secret. I left, but what I had seen her do made such a strong impression on me that I couldn't help trying the same thing. Alas! I've done it very often since. I have become very degraded, Father. I often have the impulse to lift my nightgown now, and like Kate, give in to these perverse and sinful pleasures."
I thought that after hearing my aunt's and mother's revelations that Kate's confession would really be something. But I found that while Kate was very desirous of getting a man, her friendship with Berthe was becoming very close. They slept together very often, and compared their buttocks nude in the mirror after having caressed each other's bodies.
The maids' confessions were all pretty much the same. They let the hired men fuck them, but their stories were drab and routine. They never allowed any man to enter the bedroom in which they all slept together naked. But when the army was on summer maneuvers in the province, matters changed radically. A whole regiment had been encamped near the village. And so all the girls, even one who had long ago seen her best days, were forced to take on the soldiers. The lusty soldiers gave it to them every which way, even from behind. The maids were especially troubled whenever they did it in this position, since they all considered it a mortal sin. When the Friar asked them if they masturbated alone or with a girl friend, they replied: "Who'd want to put her hand up a smelly cunt?"
But they didn't consider it especially wrong if they watched each other shit or piss. Nor did they think it so terrible to have used chickens, ducks or geese to make themselves come.
One of them had a pet dog she used to let lick her pussy lips. When someone asked her if she had let the dog hump her, she answered: "I would have been glad to try him, but he wasn't big enough."
I sneaked down to my room again taking great care that no one saw me as I returned.
CHAPTER VII
Soon after I had gone back to my room, my aunt and mother came in to tell me that my father was coming to the country for a visit. They also mentioned that Berthe complained of feeling ill and had been put to bedr They hestened to say that she was not seriously ill, and would be better very soon. They hinted that it might be better if I didn't go to see her.
Their peculiar attitude aroused my curiosity and I very quickly decided what I would do. I knew that my aunt and mother were going to the village to spend the afternoon with the Friar. They planned to visit a poor sick woman, and Kate would be with them to carry a basket of clothes for her.
While the ladies were speaking, I studied them closely and found that my attitude towards them had completely changed as a result of the confessions which I had overheard. The dark styles they were wearing helped their appearance, accenting my mother's lovely face and my aunt's voluptuous figure.
Each was a very desirable woman: One with untouched virginity by any male, holding forth a promise of fantastic voluptuousness; the other, possessing enticing maturity and interesting marital experiences with a husband who had taught her to enjoy unusual sensual practices.
I was washing myself when they came in and explained that I was getting tired of bed, for actually my pretense at illness was beginning to be too boring to keep up.
My aunt had never been in my room or the library and went to look at some of the library's books. My mother rushed off to the kitchen to take care of the preparations for lunch.
The possibility of being alone with my aunt, who now seemed more desirable than ever to me, excited me greatly. But I was still feeling the after-effects of my session with the overseer's wife and I knew that I could easily spoil everything by being too impatient.
Aunt Margaret, after having looked through the library, had come to the table and stood there looking at what was on it.
She easily could have made some intriguing discoveries. The volume "M" of the encyclopedia was squarely on the table, with a book mark stuck in a page dealing with masturbation. I had inserted a big penciled star in the margin beside it.
I heard her snap the encyclopedia shut and then the anatomy book, on which certain of whose pictures she had spent an unusual amount of time. So, I wasn't in the least surprised when I entered the library to find her with flushed and burning cheeks.
I made believe I didn't notice how flustered she was and said to her in a calm voice: "You must get rather bored here sometimes, auntie dear. The last priest who lived here had a collection of some very interesting books dealing with many of life's problems. Why not take some along with you to your room?"
I selected two books and slipped them into her hand: Marriage Unveiled and Love and Marriage. When she acted coy, I said: "Look, this is strictly between you and me and no one else, we're not exactly children any more, are we, auntie dear?" and I suddenly grabbed her and gave her a resounding kiss.
She had her hair set in a pretty hairdo, and the back of her neck was extraordinarily attractive. Pretty hairdos and necks have always affected me very strongly, and the wet kisses that I planted on my aunt's neck sent me out of this world.
But Margaret was still under the influence of the confession she had just made. She pushed me from her, but not roughly, and after giving a meaningful glance towards my room, she left, taking those books with her.
During the course of the afternoon, I found that the Friar and the ladies had left for the village. I decided to visit Berthe's room and ask her what had made her pretend to be ill to get out of confession.
But it looked as if I were wrong. She was lying in bed, and really looked sick. My visit seemed to cheer her up quite a bit, however. My sensuality didn't take long to awaken.
But as I groped under the blanket to feel her, she turned her head away saying: "Don't, Roger, I'm having my period. It started the day before yesterday."
"Ah, your menstrual period," I said knowingly, "That means you're no longer a little girl-you're a woman now. And I'd like you to know that I've also become a man, Berthe," I boasted. I unbuttoned my fly and showed her my additional growth of pubic hair and the enlarged head of my penis.
"And I've done that thing too, you know. But I can't tell you or anyone else who it was."
"What do you mean you've done it?" she asked. "Done what?".
So I described the whole act of coitus to my listening sister. "And I'll tell you another secret." I concluded, "Mamma and papa hump every which way all the time."
"Not really!, How filthy!"
But the interest in her voice indicated that she really didn't think that. So I continued "Disgusting? Then why were opposite sexes created? You've no idea how wonderful it is, much more thrilling then when you do it alone."
"I think you're right, I always liked it a lot more when Kate did it to me then when I did it to myself. The day before yesterday I really was in seventh Heaven! But Kate said to me: 'Now that you've come, Berthe, be on the watch. It's a sign you'll be having your period soon.' That very same day, I felt sick to my stomach and suddenly I felt something wet dribbling down my thighs. When I put my finger in the wetness, and looked and saw that it was blood, I became scared to death. But Kate started to laugh and went to get Mamma, who came and looked me over. 'Lie down in bed now, my dear Berthe,' she said, "This will be happening to you every month from now on for three or four days. When the flow stops, you should put on a fresh nightgown, and be careful not to bathe until all the bleeding has stopped. And I think that you better stop wearing those little girl dresses from now on.' I'm going to begin wearing ladies' dresses just like Mamma and auntie," Berthe said proudly.
"Let's go, Berthe, let's do it a little," I whispered pulling her close and hugging her.
"Roger, watch out for my breasts," Berthe said. "They're extra sensitive now."
But she didn't try to stop me when I pulled down her nightdress to look at her swelling breasts, which were now beginning to blossom out. They looked like a pair of gently sloping hills, and reminded me of statues I had seen of nude young girls in the Paris art museum. They were already perfectly formed, and had two sweet little nipples that were blush-pink at their tips.
I whispered to her soothingly, and she gladly let me fondle her and even suck her nipples. Actually, she was becoming quite excited.
After some weak protests, she let me gaze at her pussy but only after she had rolled away the blood-spotted nightgown.
She already had more hair on her bush than I did. Some pinkish blood was dribbling down her thighs; it certainly wasn't a very delectable sight, but I was so aroused I didn't care.
She was keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but my searching finger soon found her clitoris. As my hand pressed up, her thighs spread wider. Finally, I was able to slip my finger into her cunt. But not very far up, because she pulled back. My finger pressed against her cherry, which already had a little hole in its center. Berthe gave a little painful cry and tensed up again. By now, worked up to a feverish state of excitement, I stripped quickly, picked up my shirt tails and climbed atop my sister. I was going to push my pecker, which was hard as a rock, up her cunt. Berthe made a weak protest, tears were in her eyes, then she gave a shrill cry of pain as I rammed all the way into her pussy. But her brief moment of pain soon seemed to turn into a feeling of voluptuous pleasure. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes shone brightly, her lips were moist and parted. She clutched me in her arms and began to move with me.
Before I was through, sweet juice began to flow from her cunt. Her eyes were half closed with fluttering lids. She yelled, but they were cries of pleasure. "Roger, Ah! Oh! Roger I ... I ... Aaah! Aaah!. . . " Her whole body was twitching with ecstatic pleasure. I had just picked my sister's cherry.
Because of my morning hump with the overseer's wife, in spite of my extreme excitement, I had not come as yet. But seeing my sister's body thrilling, I became extraordinarily excited, and sped up the rhythm of my ramrod. Suddenly I felt a jolt of delight, and then there was something hot in Berthe's cunt. I pulled out, and a dark reddish gob of sperm mixed with blood, caused by the rupture of her maiden head and the menstruation, came out.
We were both quite scared. My cock was covered with blood and pussy juice, which stuck like glue to my balls and bush hair.
But imagine how horror-struck we were as we heard a voice behind us saying: "Well, well, well! What an intimate talk the youngsters are having." Kate the maid was standing right next to us.
She had forgotten to take something for the ladies, and had been sent back to get it. We had been concentrating so hard on what we were doing that we had not heard her coming up the stairs, but it looked as if she'd been watching us for quite some time from the hallway, and then she had slipped through the door and tip-toed right next to the bed while Berthe was having her wonderful come.
Her flushed face showed how aroused the sight and sound of our humping had made her. Berthe and I were so stunned by the shock of seeing her, that we didn't even try to hide our nakedness. Kate had plenty of time to take it all in, Berthe's gob of sperm and blood, and the quite flabby state of my pecker, completely unstiffened by my fright.
"When you do things like this at least have brains enough to lock the door," and she went over and turned the key.
"Berthe, I guess Mamma forgot to tell you not to do it when you're having your period." But, she laughed, "I know just what it's like, that's just the time you want it most."
"Now put a dry linen cloth next to your pussy and rest in bed like a good girl. But you Roger, make very sure not to put your shirt in the general laundry hamper, unless you want your mother to think you've also started having periods."
Looking down, I saw what she meant. My shirt tails were all blood-spotted. Kate filled a little basin with some water and came near me.
"You're lucky that stuff comes out easy," she said. "Stand up straight, Roger, and let me clean you up." I got up and went close to her, sp that she could rinse my shirt tails in the basin. She lifted my shirt tail all the way up and both girls looked again at my dispirited pecker and balls.
While she washed my shirt tails, she joshed me quite a bit about my embarrassing situation and then said seriously:
"Move your things a little closer to me now," and began to wash the muck off my cock with a small sponge.
At the touch of her hand and the warm soapy water, my organ slowly began to raise its drooping head. "Oh what a rascal of a prick you are, jumping into Berthe's pussy like that!" and she smacked it lightly with the palm of her hand. She shoved me quite suddenly, pushing me to my knees, and then began to spank my naked behind as hard as she could.
I let out some astonished howls, and Berthe began laughing at the whole situation.
My behind was tingling with pain, but I became even more aroused then when I was humping Berthe.
I remember that when I was younger, my mother had often lifted me into her lap after I'd done something naughty, pulled down my pants and spanked me on my bare behind. But I recall that while it was painful at first, afterwards, I had a feeling of lustful pleasure which stayed with me all day.
As soon as Kate saw that my prick had once again become manly, she began laughing. "Bless me, what a nice big pole you have Roger!" Taking it in her hand, she squeezed it, then tickled my throbbing head. That did it. I clutched for her breasts but she coyly tried to avoid me. Changing my tactics, I shoved my hand up her skirt. She had absolutely nothing on underneath. I put my hand right on her pussy. She tried to pull away, but I held her by her bush hair, put my left arm around her buttocks, then kneeled, and shoved the thumb of my right hand right up her moist hot-box, moving it in and out.
All of Kate's self control left her, and she fell back on the bed. I lifted her skirt all the way up, and exposed her cunt. Her bush hair was red, not quite as thick as what I thought it was from Berthe's description, but it was curly, long and moist with sweat.
She had a milky white skin smooth as satin. Her creamy thighs were beautifully curved and she wore black silk stockings over a very round shapely pair of legs.
I practically jumped on her, ramming my prick between her resilient thighs until it found its way into her cunt. But I had to pull it out again right away. I couldn't seem to get into a good position, as there was nothing to brace my feet against.
All this had now gotten Kate very hot and excited. Getting up, she propped me into a chair next to the bed and then plopped herself right on top of me. Before I could say, "Pussy!" my cock was being held, prisoner in her cunt.
I felt her curly pussy hair right up against my belly. She held my shoulders, and was rocking her thighs back and forth. Every time her buttocks moved inwards, her moist pink pussy lips touched my balls. Pulling her blouse over her head, she asked me to play with her bare titties and nipples.
Her pink nipples were naturally bigger than Berthe's, and harder, but smaller, compared to the nipples of the overseer's wife. Her breasts were smooth and white as the rest of her and her pink nipples had dark golden circles, from which a few hairs sprouted.
Kate was very highly aroused and was coming towards her climax. She moved so wildly, that my prick had slipped out of her cunt twice, but she lost no time in grabbing it and shoving it back in and kept driving her buttocks as if there hadn't been a second's interruption.
I wasn't quite keeping up with her while she was gasping pleasurably: "Yes . ... yes ... Ah ... I feel it coming ... Ah! Ah! young master! your prick feels so wonderful!" and then yowling loudly, she came, and I could feel her pussy full of love-juice. As her orgasm was petering out, the slobbering maid bit into my shoulder. When I felt her hot discharge and twitching pussy, I knew that I would soon be coming myself.
Kate quickly got back her self-control.
"Roger, your soup bone is becoming hotter and hotter; you're just about to ejaculate." Then she stood up suddenly, grabbed my hot stiff slippery prick in her right hand and began to jerk it rapidly saying: "You must come this way, or your sperm might make me pregnant."
I was on my feet too. Kate drew me towards her body with her right arm; I mouthed her pink nipples. I spread my legs and braced them. Standing there, naked as a jaybird, as the two girls watched, my belly began to twitch convulsively. My hot sperm suddenly spurted out. Berthe watched me discharge and then looked quizzically at the whitish fluid which had fallen on the bedsheet.
As I was coming, Kate was tickling my butt-cheeks and spurring me on with: "That's it, young master, what a lovely spurting, that's a nice coming, very nice!"
The ecstasy of my orgasm left me gasping and speechless.
I dropped back on the chair. Kate was cool, calm and collected, as if nothing had happened. She was putting everything to rights: She dried my pecke carefully with her fine linen handkerchief, buttoned up her blouse, gathered her things and in her usual cheery voice said: "Now then, isn't the day starting nicely for all of us? I want you to be good children. Berthe you must lie quietly and rest in bed. Master Roger, you should go to your room and take a nap."
She left. I got fully dressed again and went down to my room after kissing Berthe goodbye.
CHAPTER VIII
The day's happenings had really worn me down. I wanted only to get some rest. I didn't awaken until the next morning. I had been sleeping on my back, which always gives me quite an erection. Shortly after awakening, I heard the sound of someone coming. Deciding to play a joke on the overseer's wife, I pulled up my nightshirt, pushed the blanket off me and made believe I was asleep.
But it wasn't the overseer's wife. Instead, it turned out to be her sister-in-law, a woman in her middle thirties. Just the age when female sensuality is strongest.
When she was younger, she had been a maid.
She had married on old butler, who was quite well fixed. Now she was living with her husband and three children (a son and two daughters who were aged, ten, eleven and thirteen) in her brother, the overseer's section of the house. Madame Muller had a reasonably pleasant face, she was neither extremely beautiful nor was she ugly. She was rather tall for a woman, had an excellent figure and her hair and eyes were black as midnight. She looked agreeable and fully deserving of a tussle with my noble pecker.
And I was willing to bet that she'd seen more than one male ramrod in her young life. So, I thought to myself, I might as well let her see mine too. I just lay there, not moving an inch. Madame Muller put my coffee and roll on the night table. Then, catching sight of my erect flag-pole, she hesitated for a moment. But she was a real woman, free from fake coyness. She looked at my virile young cock for quite a few moments with real approval. Then she coughed politely to wake me up. Then, as I stretched my legs in such a way as to wave my pecker even more obviously in the air, she came next to the bed, looked down for a moment and drawing up the covers said: "Breakfast is served, Master Roger."
Opening my eyes sleepily, I gave her a good morning and the usual small talk as to how nice she was looking and how were things going ... Then I made a sudden leap out of the bed, grabbed her, and swore that she was the most attractive woman in the whole castle.
She made only token resistance; sliding my hand under her skirt, I reached a very hairy bush. Then I rammed my forefinger right into her cunt. Her pussy, as is the general rule with all very carnal women, was rather dry, but my expert fingers soon took care of that. I felt her clitoris get extremely hard.
"But whatever is possessing you, Master Roger? You must stop! What if my husband ever saw us!"
"Isn't he in the Chapel right now?"
"I suppose so. He just stays there and prays all day long. But please stop, that's hurting me. My sister-in-law may come up here any minute. She's expecting me back. Stop it right now! I'll be back here tonight. My husband's taking a little trip for two or three days. But right now, someone's liable to catch us...."
And with these words she left. That night after having had a very good dinner, I also smuggled some wine, ham, and sweetmeats back with me. The whole castle soon slept.
At last, after what felt like hours of waiting, Madame Muller knocked softly and entered. My heart was beating wildly. I put my arms around her and gave her a deep soul kiss which she returned warmly. I stripped quickly, and displayed my prick to her in a very appealing condition.
"Don't be so excited," she hushed me, "or we'll set the whole house by its ears and give everyone a free show."
She cautiously locked the door. I gripped her pussy tightly and found it somewhat swollen, but I could feel that her clitoris was very hard. I took off her clothes down to her slip and then lifted the hem of it up high. While her clothes on, she seemed on the thin side, but that actually wasn't so. Naked, she was a bit on the plump side. Her thick, jet-black pussy hair rose all the way up to her belly button.
She must have just taken a bath, for there was no odor about her cunt whatsoever. Then I pulled her slip over her head, and was astonished at the youthful resiliency of her breasts. They were only average size, but her red nipples were big and jutting. Feeling her breasts, I noticed that she had short fine black hairs in her valley. She had unshaven armpits, and the hair there was black and bushy as a man's.
What I liked best, as I examined her more closely were her plump buttocks with their close-set cheeks. A fine line of black hair ran down her lower back right to her butt-hole. The stimulating sight of all this hair made my ramrod harder than ever. I tore off my nightshirt and straddled her lovely torso, whose undulating motion soon had my pecker rubbing back and forth against her belly. Both our bodies were clearly visible in the mirror.
I urged her towards the bed and she sat down saying: "I know you'd like to see everything I have." She raised and spread her legs, exposing her hairy pussy right up to her butt-hole. I couldn't keep from sucking her intriguing crack and applied my tongue there diligently. Her pussy lips began to swell. This made me want to shove in my prick, but she laughed and said: "No, not that way. Get on the bed."
I asked her to be less formal and call me only by my first name without saying "Master Roger."
I leaped on the bed.
She straddled me, and so I had the sight of her entire lovely body before my gaze. She asked me to play with her titties. Then she clutched my cock, rubbed it a while against her wet pussy lips, and at the same time begged me to take care not to ejaculate in her. Then she abruptly rammed my entire prick in right up to the balls. Her buttocks was riding my cock so hard that it almost hurt. Just "bout then, she moaned and came, and I felt all the warm liquid heat in her cunt, heard her gasping sighs, and saw the whites of her eyes as they rolled back in her head.
Sensing that I was also about to come, she got up quickly. "Hold your horses a minute my adorable young man," she said in a voice throaty with passion, "I know something very nice that will satisfy you without making me pregnant."
She turned but kept her buttocks facing me. Leaning over, she took my prick in her mouth. I began tonguing her too, kissing her pussy lips and drinking in her cunny juice which tasted like raw white of egg. She vibrated her tongue against my pecker and with one hand she kept tickling my balls and buttocks, while with the other she gripped my cock by the roots.
I stiffened with sheer joy. She put my prick into her mouth as far as possible, with the head almost down her throat. Her lovely intimate parts were right next to my face. I separated her buttock cheeks and shoved my tongue right into her butt-hole. Then I lost control of myself completely and came right in her mouth.
When I came down from my cloud of bliss, she was lying beside me and had covered us both with the blanket. She was stroking my cock, being very grateful for the thrilling time I had given her, and she coyly asked me if I had enjoyed it as much as she did.
I truthfully told her that I got much more pleasure from the way she had made me come than doing it the normal way. Then I questioned her why she wouldn't let me come inside her. It should be quite safe since she was married.
"That's just it," she said. "My husband is too old to be able to come anymore but he seems to smell it if I cheat on him. Dear Master Roger! You don't know what I have to go through with that old pervert!"
I urged her to confide in me. She said that her husband got an erection only under very peculiar conditions: One of them was that she had to beat him with a rod until she broke the skin and drew blood. She would also have to let him beat her, but only with the flat of his hand, and by this time she had become so accustomed to his slappings that she actually enjoyed it. He would also make her pee and shit right in front of him, so anxious was he to see her private parts in action. He would become especially wrought up at the times she was menstruating.
After she had beaten him across the back fifty or a hundred times, she had to be very quick and slide his half-hard prick inside her, or it would drop limply, except if she tongued his buttocks or let him kiss her between her toes. When he indulged in these side tricks, he could almost achieve an erection, but all these things were very offensive to her.
"And to top it all off," she ended, "the old scallawag prays in Church the rest of the time."
These intimate details she had been telling me began to arouse my weary pecker once again. Madame Muller helped revive it by expertly tickling my balls. She had me get between her legs and turn sideways. She crossed my loins with her legs, so that we both lay on our sides face to face. It was rather nice. It let us lie closely entwined, and it left her titties free for my mouth.
I kept shoving my finger in and out of her pulsing butt-hole. With a shriek of delight, she came ecstatically the second time. She grabbed my balls, and was clutching them so tightly that it pained me and I asked her to let go.
After stroking me fondly, she turned her head towards the bedstead, setting off her glorious-buttocks beautifully. I made her get on her knees, thus raising her buttocks higher. I aimed right for her bung-hole and shoved the head of my rigid prick all the way up. I felt my balls slap her firm buttocks cheeks every time I rammed it in.
She panted, and told me how wonderful it felt as I kept thrusting it up her butt-hole. I was able to feel her bushy cunt with one hand, and squeeze her titties with the other. I began to pull out just before I was about to come, but she tightened her butt-hole right around the head of my cock and I discharged right there and then. After we were finished, she confessed that it was the first time she had ever let anyone put his prick up her pot-hole and that even though my big head had hurt her at first, she enjoyed it very much as I came.
She told me also that as she felt the hot, hard head of my pecker spurting up her anus, it gave her another orgasm right along with me.
"But don't you think we've had enough for tonight, Master Roger?" she asked with a smile.
I had a feeling of very pleasant tiredness. I offered her some sweets and a drink, but she insisted on leaving. It was growing late and she felt that it would be better if she returned to her quarters. After she left, my eyes closed and I drifted off into some very pleasant dreams.
CHAPTER IX
One day my mother got the idea that she wanted all the maids to sleep on the top floor of the castle, right under the very roof. So, with some grumbling, they began shifting their possessions upstairs and were supposed to begin sleeping there that very night.
I watched them while they moved. As one of the girls, her bedsheets under her arm, was nearing the top of the stiars, I stole up behind her and lifted her skirt.
My hands latched on to a pair of warm buttock cheeks which I drew towards me, shoving my thumb right into her wet pussy. The girl said not a word, but turning around quickly and seeing who it was, she smiled as if I were paying her a compliment.
It was Ursula, the most attractive maid. Pressing forward after my welcome reception, I took her to the top floor and threw my arms about her.
She reacted warmly to my first kiss and passionately to my second. At this, I slipped my hand into the top of her blouse and was soon fondling her firm round breasts and her jutting pink nipples. A quick move of my left hand under her short skirt and I was feeling her silky pussy hair.
She struggled to escape, but I pinned her against the wall. I could feel her whole body quivering through her thin blouse and skirt. I unbuttoned my trousers and as my gloriously hard pecker sprang out at rigid attention, I shove it right up Ursula's box. It was a clumsy position. She was a strong lusty girl, and I really never would have been able to hump her if she hadn't wanted it just as much as I did.
So we fucked away standing up. The whole thing must have aroused her very much, because she quickly had a climax right after I gave her several thrusts. I felt myself ready to ejaculate too, but just then someone made a noise in an adjoining room and Ursula hastily decunted me and dropped her skirt. But it was a false alarm, and all was soon quiet again.
I displayed my stiff ruddy prick, slippery with her love-juice, to her sympathetic eyes. Looking at it made her feel a little sentimental she said, because it was the very first time she had ever seen a big city fellow's prick.
"All right, turn about is fair play," I said.. "Now let's have a look at yours."
She murmured her consent. I lifted her skirt, baring a pair of marvelous legs and between her curving thighs, a terrific thatch of bush hair. I felt relieved that she wasn't wearing panties as most of the city girls do-putting on all sorts of high society airs when you play around with their pussies, in spite of the fact that they're just as crazy about it, if nor more so than the straight-forward country girls.
Then I practically shoved my face right into her pussy. My nose got a whiff of an egg-like odor due to her recent come, mingled with piss. As I started to lick her hardening clitoris with my tongue, she laughed aloud and dropped her skirt right over my head. But I didn't stop and with my head beneath her skirt, I let my eager tongue roam happily amidst her most intimate parts, all of which gave me an even greater hard-on. But the stirrings from the nearby room began again and Ursula pulled her pussy away with an air of finality.
It looked as if it were time for me to go, but as Ursula turned her back, I picked up her short skirt for the last time from behind just to get a goodbye loot at her marvelous butt.
"How about another helping, Ursula?" I asked, holding her back by the top of her blouse.
I kneeled down and zestfully kissed her butt-cheeks. I grabbed them and worked them open and sniff her butt-hole, which had no scent of shit, but only of piss. She finally wrenched herself away, saying that she would never be able to understand how a young gentleman like myself could possibly enjoy whiffing the odors from a simple farm girl's intimate parts.
That evening at the dinner table, I managed to whisper quietly to Berthe if I couldn't please have a hump with her. She turned me down. I went upstairs nosing around the new maids' quarters after supper, looking for a nightcap for my lustful pecker, matter a while, it began to look as if I would have to go back to my old practice of masturbation if I wanted relief.
Going back to my room, my freshly-made bed looked very inviting. I stripped and lying flat on my belly, slid soft clean towel beneath my pecker and balls and grabbed my pillow. Then thinking of my aunt, my sister, of all the lovely pussies and arses which I'd seen, I started massaging my rigid pecker. I stopped for a while, taking a little break before starting in again.
I was breathing hard and felt myself just about ready to come, when I heard a voice from behind the door asking: "Are you still up, Master Roger? I've brough you your water."
I was still up all right, but not quite the way she meant it. The girl was Helen, one of the maids who worked in the kitchen. I let her in, then turned the key in the lock. My lust was so great that I could actually feel my stiff prick throbbing.
I clutched the attractive, neatly dressed servant girl's healthy buttocks, and then as I played with her breasts, began kissing her full on her lips.
The attractive wench took it all like a good sport but as I played with her pussy lips, she told me shyly: "I'm having my period." What luck! I had an erection like a flag-pole and all she could do was look at it regretfully. Then she started to play gently with its hard, knobby head. I decided that I would still have some fun, even if I couldn't go all the way. I opened her blouse and let her charming breasts slide warmly into my hands. Her titties were freckled, just like her face but outside of that they had a very nice size and were tipped with luscious cherry-red nipples. I kept playing around with her until she let me see, although quite reluctantly, her naked buttocks and pussy, whose bush was a little matted from the ooze of her monthly flow. I plumped her down on a chair, and let her caress my pecker between her breasts. I had a most delightful feeling as my head lost itself in her warm, delicious mounds. But I remarked that things were a little too dry. She wet my pecker by taking it in her mouth, and then inserted it tightly between her titties again. My head peeking, out of the top of her cleavage and my balls hanging down at the bottom, made an interesting picture. I began to move my rod up and down the valley of her breasts caressing her and whispering sweet nothings. I was so keyed up, that I quickly had a surging ejaculation which spurted all over her breasts. I relaxed, delightfully relieved, and watched as she wiped the warm sticky sperm that was all over her cute titties.
I was very pleased with the unique way Helen had satisfied me, and gave her a little bauble as a gift. She thanked me very sweetly, and said once again that she was very sorry that she was having her period. She also told me that the other girls with her in the kitchen went to bed late, but that they also got up much later in the morning than an early riser like Helen. If I ever wandered up there around daybreak, she was sure that I'd get a little something which would keep me in a good mood all day.
What she told me gave me very happy expectations. The next day I told everyone that I was going to build a birdhouse under the gutters of the roof, so that I'd have a good cover-up for being around the maids' quarters. But although I spent much time lingering near the girls' rooms, something always happened to spoil any opportunities that came my way.
Once I was able to spy on Berthe in the toilet, and also Kate ... and managed to get a good look at their pussies. We had a spell of very bad weather and my aunt and mother did nothing but stay in the house and sew all day: that kept Kate or Berthe from even looking at my prick as they walked by.
To have an interesting hobby and pastime, I drilled a hole in the partition of the ladies' bathroom. It was a very small hole which gave me an excellent view, and after each watching period, I would plug it up so that it wouldn't be discovered.
This little peep-hole enabled me to watch all the girls and ladies of the house, piss, shit and break wind. I could examine buttocks, butt-holes and cunnies in their natural state and it soon became apparent to me that there wasn't too much variation in ladies' private parts, except for hair color and size. I began to appreciate what a stable-boy who had just humped a noble countess was supposed to have said. When they asked him how it was, the young man answered, "Her slip was of the finest silk but outside of that, everything else felt just like any other woman's."
And so I indulged my hobby of watching and studying every cunt and pair of buttocks in the castle. I got a special thrill whenever I saw the ones I had already been on intimate terms with.
In the mean time, just to keep up my contacts, I gave Ursula a present of a lovely sweater. I figured that it wasn't her fault that we couldn't complete our hump on the stairway. The other girls noticed Ursula's new sweater and they all began to act very nice towards me. They were shrewd enough to realize how nice it was to have a pleasant hump and then get a gift in the bargain.
At any rate, that's what one of the maids told me at daybreak one morning, while the rest of the house lay hushed in silence. I had arisen very early, and wandering upstairs, I found an open door which led into the room of two of the maids.
The bedroom's air was heavy with the mixed scents coming from the women's bodies. Articles of their lowing were strewn all over the place, even on the foot of the bed. The smells seemed unpleasant at first, but I quickly got used to them and found them very exciting. These natural women odors were giving me a fantastic erection.
There were two sturdy old double beds in the room. One was empty and in the other a young wench was sound asleep.
Her body lay on it side facing the wall. Her legs were flung apart and her lovely buttocks made a very appealing picture, since she was completely nude.
I could see her nightgown draped over the chair beside her bed with the rest of her clothes. The luscious maid whose name was Babette, slept on, completely unaware that she was being given a very intimate inspection. Although the skin on her hands was rough and coarse because of the nature of her work, the rest of her body was as smooth and pink as a baby's behind.
I brought my nose down close to her buttocks and as I inhaled, got a pungent whiff of sweat. I could see that her light pink butt-hole was flecked by a few remains from her last shitting. Below it rested her beautifully shaped crack, shielded by a thatch of silky chestnut hair.
I began to tickle her butt-cheeks and pussy very delicately. Then as I shoved my finger up her crevice, she awoke and as she turned, I could see what the front of her looked like. The silky thatch on her pussy had a very strong smell of urine, I noticed, as I put my nose against it. I had discovered during my investigation of the pussy habits of the castle's females, that the maids washed their cunts only on Sundays. Actually, I have found that there are also many society ladies who rarely seem to have the time to wash themselves in that intimate spot. But to return to that scent, it had excited me, and my pecker was good and hard.
I bolted the door and took off all my clothes. Next, I spread her legs. She looked at me through her half-opened eyes. "Babette," I said as I shoved three fingers up her pussy, "you're a little doll. Look what an erection you've given me!"
She moved, indicated the other room and said "Ursula's in there too."
"Who cares. We have plenty of time to have a nice party before she waked up. Here's a present for you."
And I gave her a cheap costume jewelry ring that I'd picked up from a passing peddler. Then I said no more, and got on my knees between her thighs, which she gladly spread. I let her fondle my rod and balls a while, while I in turn fingered her pussy. As soon as she was nice and slippery, I shoved it in right up to my balls, cupped her under the buttocks and fingered her butt-hole. She grabbed me around the neck and we drove into each other, humping wildly and ending up with both of us having sensational discharges.
While making love she had sweated quite a bit, and now her robust body odor made me want to begin all over again. However she feared becoming pregnant. Anyway, it was necessary for her to be up as, this was Ursula's day for sleeping late. It had completely slipped my mind that Ursula was there, and Babette smiled knowlingly when I remarked I thought I'd like to wake her up.
While Babette was drying her pussy with the hem of her nightgown, I slipped into the other room. Ursula was sleeping like a log.
She was also in bed naked, but the blankets covered her up to her breasts. She was resting on her back, with her arms back on the pillow so that the black bushy hair of her armpits was exposed.
Her lovely breasts were tilted up in a delightful curve by the position of her arms, which were framed on both sides by her thick luxuriant hair. She made a lovely picture. It was too bad she was just a farm girl! It was beyond me why a man should prefer a high born lady's artificial looks to the natural beauty of a country girl.
Her nightgown lying beside her was spotlessly clean. I smelled it and was surprised by the healthy scent which permeated it.
Gently, gently, I pulled back the blankets and stood rooted in admiration before her naked form. I was entranced by the beauty of her lovely legs, and her full bush, whose thick hair reached her pussy lips from the top of her thighs. As I fondled her breasts, she awoke. Caught by surprise, she quickly pulled the covers over her. Then, seeing it was me, she gave me a big smile.
At that point, Babette popped her head into the room and said: "You can stay in bed if you like Ursula. I'll take care of your chores." And she laughed as she left us.
I kissed Ursula all over her body, until she became very excited. I made her get up and parade around the room, while I gaped at her beautiful body from every angle, thrilled by her utter loveliness.
Then I clasped her in my arms and we stood locked together in a close embrace for a long time.
Putting my hands on her buttock cheeks, I pulled her belly right next to mine. While we were belly to belly, she could feel my completely stiff cock as her pussy hair lightly tickled my balls.
She was having quite a time. She twined her arms around my neck, and clasped me close to her. I amused myself by pulling some hairs from under her arms. She was practically jumping out of her skin with lust. Then I slid my fingers into her cunt, which was very wet and with the lips somewhat apart. I felt her clitoris, and it was very hard and extended somewhat.
We practically leaped into her bed. I made her get up on her knees and stick her buttocks out. I fooled around excitedly with her bung-hole. Her pussy adorned by its fur piece, was half-open and after enjoying a good look into it, I slid my penis against her pussy lips.
She liked the way it felt, and helped me along. I shoved it gently until I felt it was all the way in, then pulled out again, keeping up a steady rhythm which get me to the verge of coming.
Ursula acted like a mad-woman. Her wet, hot cunt locked tightly around my organ. I shove it in up to the roots, grabbed her buttocks, squeezed her titties, and went completely hump-wild right out of this world. She gasped and quivered with every stroke. I kept squeezing her nipples with one hand, while I tickled her clitoris with the other. We came beautifully together, I groaning and Ursula screaming, as if we were both in pain. After a while, I got very limp and could hear my prick sliding around in her wet pussy. We both lay there completely exhausted.
However, when I pulled out, it had become hard again while we were resting. Ursula felt a little guilty because she had been told the way we did it was a perversion.
She told me one of the things she had enjoyed most was the feel of my balls as they gently slapped against her wet pussy with every stroke. I still was not completely satisfied, and wanted to stay longer with the gorgeously built Ursula. I felt like proposing marriage to her, so strongly was I affected by her charms.
But all good things must come to an end, and she told me she really had to go downstairs. She slipped into her blouse and I helped her with the rest of her clothes. She was very sweet and friendly to me every moment. I looked at her body, front and rear, up and down, one more time before I could tear myself away. I told her I was going to get her a lovely present, and she promised faithfully that she would come to my room and spend the entire night with me very soon.
CHAPTER X
No one was stirring in the castle when I went down to my room and got wearily into bed. My mother awakened me when she came in with my breakfast tray. She told me that tomorrow, I would be going to the station to meet my father who was coming for a short stay with my oldest sister Elise.
My mother was in a very happy mood, but Berthe was upset and moody because the very attractive Elise was coming too. She informed me that Elise was sort of keeping company with the son of one of our father's business friends, and that they would, probably end up married, as soon as the young man finished his military service.
She also let me know that only lately, many, many things which she couldn't understand before, now had a crystalline clarity. She recalled Kate and Elise sort of wrestling together for a long time in the bedroom, and then again they had remained locked in the bathroom together for over an hour.
The next day it made me feel real good when I spotted my mother taking a bath because my father was coming to visit us.
As the train pulled into the station, I was struck with astonishment when I saw what a lovely well-developed young woman my sister Elise had turned into. She wore stylish shoes and an elegant dress and flounced around so gracefully that I began to be jealous of her suitor Frederick. I had made up my mind that every attractive girl or woman I knew would become an amorous conquest, and when I saw my sister, this made me think all the more that it was a pretty good idea.
I grew even more jealous when I saw that my father had brought along a friend, a certain Mr. Franck. He was a middle-aged bachelor who was sweet on my aunt. We all greeted each other warmly. I could see that my sister was as pleasantly surprised by my new maturity as I was by hers, and I know that our embrace was warmer then usual between brother and sister.
We hadn't expected Mr. Franck and since the little carriage could only take two people, I proposed that my father and Mr. Franck should use it. Elise and I would go back to the castle on foot. My sister agreed.
The country scenery on the road home was breathtakingly beautiful. We quickly got talking about some very interesting topics. I could see that my sister was very pleased with the compliments I made on her beauty.
When she asked about Berthe, I told her she was already having her periods and was now a woman. She gave me a surprised look.
"She locks herself into the bathroom and stays there for a very long time-just the way you used to," I added. Then, looking at the expression on her face, I went on: "She and Kate, the maid, sleep together in the same room, I guess you know what I mean."
My sister blushed deep red but kept quiet.
"There is nothing to be shocked about, Elise," I said smiling, "I'm really not a little boy anymore. Anyway, I'm sure you must have noticed that when we were kids and took our baths together, that my prick's got everything your friend Frederick's has."
"Roger, how can you say things like that!"
"Look Elise, we've got hair on our bushes now and we know that there are more thrilling games than playing stink-finger."
Now she really became very flushed and so agitated that she couldn't even speak. Suddenly, she looked carefully all around us to make certain no one else was around and asked:
"Tell me Roger, that before going into the army, do young men have to strip completely and let themselves be examined naked? Mamma and auntie once said something about it and I also heard them talking about it at the boarding house."
"Your boy friend Frederick could have told you all about that. Of course they examine them naked. They get inspected like a bride on her wedding night. But the boys don't get erections, because they're frightened. I'll bet Frederick didn't get a hard-on."
"You don't say! They must get so ashamed ... is it in a public place? Can women see it?"
"Unhappily for them, not," I said with a straight face. "But I wouldn't mind in the least if I had to strip before you, Elise."
I gave her a very friendly hug. We had reached a little wooded area near the castle.
"Do you think," I continued, "that there's ever a bride who on her wedding night doesn't have to take off all her clothes and let her husband give her the most intimate kind of inspection? He takes off his clothes too, you see."
"But it's just no the same thing for a man."
"Who says so? Why if I got naked in front of you, you could absolutely see all I've got: my bush, my pecker, my balls; but if you took all your clothes off, all I would see would be your bush. Your pussy would remain hidden. Do you have much hair on your bush Elise?"
"Oh, what lovely strawberries there are here Roger!" she cried. We both picked a few. Then we went deeper into the woods. I hugged her, my prick stiffened straight as a flag-pole.
"What's over there?" she asked.
"It's a hunting lodge that belongs to the estate. I have a key." The building was in a very wooded area.
"Stay here a minute Roger, I'll be back in a jiffy. Just keep a sharp lookout."
She went around the back of the lodge. I heard her piss hit the ground. I sneaked around and watched her. She was kneeling in a squatting position and holding her skirt high and I could see all the way up her legs.
Her lacy panties were down around her knees. A stream of piss was falling to the ground from between her legs. When it stopped, I drew back a little ready to dash around to the front of the lodge, but she stayed in a squatting position. Now she lifted her skirts well over her buttocks, and slipped her panties all the way down. The butt-hole between her firm attractive buttocks became completely exposed. Soon a brown knockwurst-shaped object slid slowly and majestically from her reddish-brown hole, lingered for a moment and then plopped to the ground. I could see steam rising from it as it hit the cool ground, and then she let go with another stream of piss.
Her piss didn't last as long this time, but I could clearly see the stream as it spurted from the top of her crack. Her pussy hair was so thick that I kept wondering why it didn't deflect the stream of piss. When she was all through, I saw that she was looking around for something to wipe herself with. When I saw that she couldn't find anything, I showed myself and gave her some paper. "Here take this, Elise."
For a while I thought she was going to be very, very angry.
"Don't be such a prude," I told her, "I've got to make too." I pulled out my pecker and even though it was still stiff, began pissing. Remembering the hired man, I aimed my head upwards and created a beautiful piss-fountain. Elise used the paper, and laughed at the way I was pissing.
Then we heard the sound of voices, and Elise became very frightened. I guided her into the hunting lodge and locked the door behind us. We peeked out through a crack.
The voices belonged to a farmer and a maid, who both had a happy carefree air. As they came closer, he pushed her down on the grassy knoll and climped on top of her. He pulled out a very respectably-sized stiff ramrod, raised her skirt and plunged in. They humped with fiery ardor and loud groans rent the air as they both came practically together.
I put my arm around Elise's slender waist and pulled her to me. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face. She began to breathe more excitedly as we watched the two peasants going at it. I silently pulled out my prick, and closed her warm soft hand around it. Elise's touch was light and smooth as silk.
The farm couple arranged their clothing and left. I was so hot that I couldn't control myself and grabbed
Elise. She struggled a bit but I was able to slip down her panties. I let my hand play with her soft pussy hair. She kept her thighs locked together, but I could feel that her clitoris was hard and erect.
"No no Roger, you're crazy! Aren't you ashamed? Stop right now or I'll scream!"
"If you scream someone might hear you in the castle. If you shut up, no One will know. Didn't Adam and Eve do the same thing?"
"But we're not Adam and Eve, Roger."
"Elise just make believe we're on a desert island . ... "
I finally managed to slip my finger in.
"My God, if Frederick knew what was going on!"
"He'll never know. Come on Elise."
I sat on a chair and pulled my sister down on top of me. When she felt the head of my big prick rubbing against her pussy lips, she gave up the battle. My pecker slid in very easily, and she admitted to having done it once before with Frederick. Her cunt was very tight, hot and wet.
She returned my kisses sweetly. I opened her blouse and stroked the lovely curves of her fresh pink-nippled breasts. I couldn't resist taking their tips in my mouth and sucking her nipples. Then I slid my hands up and down her surprisingly mature buttocks. As my pecker kept going in and out, she wriggled her buttocks pleasurably-I could feel her skin burning beneath my touch. We came together in a blissful climax. After it was all over, we pledged eternal secrecy. We checked each other's clothing and then continued on to the castle.
CHAPTER XI
At the dinner table, everyone was having a good time. My father was chatting affectionately with my mother. Mr. Franck was concentrating on my aunt. I spoke with my sisters. My room had been given over to the guest. It was arranged for me to sleep on the same floor as the women, in Elise's room, while she moved in with Kate and Berthe.
When everyone was asleep, I poked my head into my sister's room. Berthe was fast asleep but Elise wasn't to be seen. I saw a streak of light and concealed myself. Then I noticed that Elise and my aunt, dressed in their nightgowns, were peeking through a crack in the door of my parents' room. The resounding sound of hearty, open-palmed, slaps on a bare behind could be heard by us all.
Then my father's voice came through: "All right, Irop your nightgown to the floor, Anna ... Fine, how beautiful you are, especially your lovely black hair."
The voices died to mere sighs and whispers.
"March, Anna.. Forward march!. . .Halt! Hands up ... My, even the hair under your armpits is very black Anna! ... Just take a look at my erection Anna, hold it ... present arms!. . .shoulder arms!. . .Front and forward!"
"Now Charles, don't get over-excited ... Ouch, you're hurting me ... I've been standing naked before you long enough for now. And I'm so ashamed when you keep looking at my behind."
"Don't worry, my sweet ... Just get on the bed ... Now lift your feet up ... there! Ah my precious spot...."
The bed began to creak loudly.
"Coming, Anna?"
"Almost, almost, Charles...."
"Ah ... Ah, Anna, Anna ... I'm coming ... ! "
"Me too! ... Me too! You're so wonderful my Charles...."
Kate's voice could be heard coming from the vicinity of the stairs. When Elise heard it, she disappeared very quickly into her room. My aunt hurried into hers, without even shutting the door. She stepped out again. The light in my parents' room went out. I darted into my aunt's room. My presence startled and surprised her when she came back in. I just let my emotions about her spill out. She turned on the light. I stopped talking, just kissed her, and felt her mature seductive body trembling against mine. She was very agitated. I slipped my hand under her nightgown, and felt for her pussy. She tried to wriggle away; I whispered soothingly: "Let's make believe we're husband and wife adorable precious Margerite."
As my finger persisted in playing with her clitoris, all the fight oozed out of her. I reached into the front of her nightgown and fondled her snow-white lovely breasts, edging and coaxing her gently towards the bed. I took out my prick and displayed a really fabulous erection. The champagne she had been drinking helped warm her up. I placed her hand on my prick and began to rub myself against the naked skin: It gave me unbearable pleasure. She wriggled her buttocks and I could feel her clitoris getting harder. I moved my fingers up and down outside her cunt and sucked at her nipples. Then I picked her nightgown right up over her hips and drew her closely to me, lips to lips, and then I shoved my prick right up into her virgin crack.
She gave a short painful cry, and then her whole body surrendered to the exquisite hump-pleasure. An aroused woman now, she abandoned herself completely to her own carnal lusts.
It was a rather short hump, but it was wonderfully thrilling, and brought us both to the sheer limits of ecstasy. I kept ramming it up fiercely, and then I came, filling her pussy with hot cock-juice.
The pleasure had been too intense. My hard-on hadn't even gone down. I caressed her and then lit the candle again. She had buried her face in the pillows; she had retreated into her modesty and shyness but I drew the blankets back anyway, so that I could examine her nearly perfect body.
There was a little blood on her pussy hair mixed with traces of sperm and discharge. I carefully wiped her clean with my handkerchief and spun her about, caressed her appealing back and buttocks and shoved my tongue right up her butt-hole. Then I mounted her, my head buried in the lovely curls of her hair. I put my arm around her body, raised her leg a bit and rammed my cock all the way up her warm, moist slit again.
We had a much longer hump this time. Our very skins became slippery with the sweat of our passion. Suddenly, my aunt let out a piercing shriek, I felt her belly and her pussy twitching convulsively as she came first into a hysterical climax. Mine followed almost immediately after, my groans of pleasure mingling with her cries. When I finally withdrew my limp but happy cock, I was exhausted-this lovely hump would hold me for a while.
For the next few weeks, I spent the time indulging in my various pastimes or hobbies. My peep-hole in the partition of the ladies' bathroom still gave me great fun, and I learned lots of things about female pussies and butt-holes that I certainly never could find in my anatomy book.
Mr. Franck, the elderly bachelor was paying more and more attention to my aunt and had become quite serious about her.
I was napping in my room one afternoon when my sister Elise and my aunt came in. Tearfully they told me they were pregnant. Neither of them, of course, hinted before the other that my pecker was responsible. I must be a genius, because I came up with a wonderful solution.
"Elise, I think you should marry your Frederick right away and that rich old Mr. Franck is so crazy about you auntie, that you should accept his proposal today. I myself shall announce both of your engagements tonight at the dinner table!"
The next morning while I was lying in bed I had another lovely feminine visitor. It was Ursula, who gave me the news that she was pregnant, along with my breakfast coffee and roll.
I thought for a moment and told her that she must marry the overseer's cousin who was so love-smitten with her, that he would surely be a very indulgent husband to her. I solemnly made her promise that she would name the child after me and in turn I assured her, I would be its godfather.
Ursula was so touched by my consideration, that she willingly undressed and got into bed with me as I was finishing my coffee. I had her take my favorite position, kneeling, so that her magnificent butt was in the air. Then I leisurely licked her white buttocks, her cunt and her butt-hole. I refreshed my private parts by washing them with a pleasant-scented cologne. Then I let her kiss my perfumed behind, cock and balls. This interesting bit of variety gave me such an urgent hard-on, that I immediately rammed it in her moist delightful pussy and humped away. She trembled, and let out such pleasurable yowls when she came that I had to muffle her cries with a pillow, lest everyone in the house be awakened.
The marriages I suggested took place that very summer. Everything turned out very well, for I continued to hump all of the girls regularly, each in her appointed turn. Each girl knew that I was also giving it to the others, but since my cock had matured into such an unusually large specimen of lusty virility, I was easily able to satisfy them all, with plenty left over for the maids.
Ursula's baby turned out to be a boy, and not long afterwards, Elise and my aunt each gave birth to girls. I kept my promise and became godfather to Urusla's little Roger. I was also godfather to Elise's and my aunt's little girls. It was too bad that because of stupid convention, these lovely children could never be told that they all had the same father-me.
However, I am still young and there is much to look forward to. As my organ of love matures into the full size and strength of manhood, it shall always follow the great Napoleon's battle order-"Charge!". I know it shall meet and master on the field of love the finest pussies which Paris and the countryside have to offer. I am happy that I shall be doing my duty as a patriotic Frenchman, and increasing the population of my country.
THE END
Bonus Feature
To further acquaint the reader with Appolinaire's brilliant story telling ability the reader can meet and enjoy on the following pages one of his most fascinating characters. Prince Marko Lupescu.
Le Debauchee
CHAPTER ONE....
The "Paris of Eastern Europe" is what Bucharest, glamorous and exotic capital of Roumania, is frequently called. In a sense it is a crossroads Western Europe and Oriental Asia. Many of the country's sex customs, including the supreme dominance of the male is a direct result of the nearness of the harem countries. And the Roumanian male's concept of woman as a toy of love and pleasure-giver is also a product of Oriental thinking. But the freedom of women, their Western styles of clothing and desires for love adventures were direct imports fromh Paris, France. From the very first Romans who came to Bucharest, it was known as a sex playground. All of the age-old pleasures and vices of the East here formed a heady mixture with the more direct Western love practices. The Roumanian male is the playboy of the East and West, a true accomplished connoisseur of wine, women and vice.
Paris always set the styles for all types of amours and the more civilized pleasures and vices of the Roumanian aristocracy, of which the dashing Prince Marko Lupescu was a shining example. First cousin of the Queen, the virile Prince Marko had screwed all her ladies-in-waiting by the time he was twenty-one. By the time he was twenty-two it was a joke that there wasn't a woman of royal blood in the whole Roumanian Court between whose thighs Prince Marko had not placed his king-sized calling card. Now that he was twenty-three years of age he was currently engaged in exploring all the lovely thighs and cunts of rich, middle-class Bucharest women. Married or unmarried, he was driven by an insatiable curiosity to find what he considered a perfect pussy. Even with the variety furnished by the many lovely pieces of tail his pecker could have for the asking, Prince Marko became bored, only a French woman could quench his lust and he found himself longing for Parisian prime butt.
Prince Marko was of ancient Royal lineage. He was a true prince of the blood and of the realm. His father and grandfather and great-grandfather could trace their ancestry to the beginning of European royal families.
But lately, having been reading French books on freedom, democracy and the equality of all men and women, he thought having a title was rather affected. However, it was an open passkey to pussy-every woman simply fell back on her buttocks and spread them invitingly when they met the Prince Marko.
Still thoughts of democracy troubled him and he wondered if he would marry a commoner and thus manage to lose his title, which he now felt was burdensome. He knew that Bucharest must have at least a half-dozen bastards fathered by his wayward cock, and the thought of these unknown princelings troubled him.
Prince Marko found the Yugoslavian Ambassador
Fagele Morsky a really close friend. Fagele Morsky was rumored to be shafting the Prince with true Yugoslavian finessey. One fine morning Prince Marko made himself look like a real Parisian dandy. As he went through the streets in his tight pants he excited both men and women alike.
"What a lover he would make." thought the women.
"What a fag ass the Prince has almost as good as a woman for banging!" was in the mind of many a mustachied Roumanian male as the Prince minced by.
Prince Marko walked through the streets of Bucharest as if he were on the Rue De Rivoli, and as he shook his behind he made himself almost an object of rape. Bucharest boulevardiers are quite fond of rear end hump, be it a male or female.
Prince Marko believed in complete personal freedom, physical and mental. So, he thought nothing of taking out his pecker and urinating in the hallway of the embassy. He hated the bloated feeling, a full bladder gave him, and relieved himself quickly wherever he might be.
A Yugoslavian servant in a red silk blouse gave him entrance to the embassy apartments, almost slipping in the little puddle of piss the Prince had left outside the door. Prince Marko dashed up the steps to the private apartment of Fagele Morski. There he saw the virile envoy mother-naked on the zebra skin couch in the middle of the room. His manly prick extended a full nine inches into the air as he lay on his back. Kneeling beside him was a darkly voluptuous Turkish beauty, running her tongue up and down his extended cock in loving worship. Velva, the girl was also stark naked, and her full lovely butt-buttocks hung ripely near the edge of the couch. Between her butt cleavage, the sweet curve of her moist cunt lips rimmed the oval, inviting hole. Dark, silky hair fringed it, setting it off like a glowing black jewel. It was a glorious cunt, full of mysterious allure of the East.
She did not flinch from her peasant task of licking Fagele's flagpole sized javelin when Marko came in. On a settee near the wall, two other young Turkish beauties were fingering each other's cunnies playfully. Their lilting laughter rang out whenever a forefinger stroked a clitoris.
Marko tore off his imagine-pants, and advanced, his king-sized rammer ready for action. Holding it stiffly in his hand, he directed it like a wedge between the touching thighs of the two lover-girls. It slipped uselessly off the sweaty skin of their buttocks, they weren't going to take their loving fingers out of each others' pussies for Marko. Angry with foiled lust, Marko let go of his aching pecker. Swishing his loins, he began slapping his stiff cock against the butt of the girl nearest him. Gratified he saw that this was arousing the lovely owner of the cock-slapped behind. His prick was so stiff, that as he swung it harder against the girl's buttock it left painful, stinging red marks.
"Stop bothering us with that stupid pecker of yours!" she howled angrily. "Take that overstuffed rolling pin and shove it up Velva. We like having our little cunt cozy without company!"
"You bet, Hoira," the other chimed in as she maneuvered her thumb delicately up Hcira's pot-hole, while her forefinger was in the clitoris area.
"Why don't you kids grow up and stop playing stinkfinger!" Marko panted. Taking his cock, he rubbed it across the full mouth of the nearest girl, Belyah. Belyah had a pretty face, with button-like brown eyes and a creamy whiteness of skin very unusual in a Turkish girl. Although she was no more than seventeen, she had two real woman-sized tits with startlingly pink jutting nipples. A little blue vein threading the upper part of the white breasts, made their sculptured perfection human.
As Prince Marko closed in on her, she averted her head from his primed pecker. But he quickly slipped his powerful hands under her desirable plump buttocks. Each buttock cheek had the firmness and fullness of a ripe honeydew melon. He licked his lips as he thought of the sweetness of those thighs of hers, with her little honey of a cunny tucked away between them. His ramrod spanking had left exciting lines of red welts across their perfection. The sight of Belyah's pussy hair, modestly concealing her prize of love, proved unbearably exciting to Marko. His full lips began to mouth her hard pink nipples, his tongue licked the curve of her tits. He clutched her rotund butt cheeks firmly in his hands. He separated them and shoved his forefinger up her maroon, tight anus. His giant love tool began to flail at the lips of her moistly pink cunt, sliding along her silky pussy hair as it missed its mark.
"You're not shoving that cannon up me," Belyah yelled and clamped her white thighs shut tight. The stiff, rooster-red tip of Markos's princely pike had already slid along the pleasant wetness between her inner thighs. Wriggling her hips and belly, trying to avoid the royal rod of Marko, evidently dislodged some gas and a lady-like fart slipped out of Belyah's butt-hole. It sounded so funny, that it broke the ice and Belyah's thighs swung wide open. Quick as a wink Marko's marker was sliding into Belyah's little love nole. Marko was up to the hilt in her crack, and was trying to bury his balls in her moist pleasure-body, when the frustrated Hoira grabbed those love-laden balls of his. Holding them against each other, she squeezed hard. The pain was so sharp it made Marko withdraw his red hot sausage from Belyah's slippery pussy. Belyah felt quite sorry about the royal j withdrawal as she had just begun to wiggle her butt I artfully. Hoping for the spurt of the royal deposit.
Hoira, too was very fair for a Turkish girl. White-skinned and dark auburn hair framed a face with lovely, pouting features. Her eyes were angry now as the prince made her unhand his balls.
"You're going to pay for that pecker pullout, Hoira!" said Prince Marko. His sensuous lips circled her dark, huge nipples and began to suck and tongue them until Hoira's butt, buttocks and thighs shook with lust.
Still, Hoira managed to tantalize the prince. Grinding and tossing her belly made her shaggy-haired auburn bush look cuter and more inviting than ever. She tilted her adorable cunt upward, exposing her moist hot lips-rosy with the dewy hunger of desire. Her clitoris was unusually large and practically dangled at the apex of her box like a tiny penis. Marko's cock was still trying to penetrate her defenses and dig into her love-crack, balls and all. At last he was about to zing in with his frustrated, rigid desire when Belyah, disgruntled at having the princely semen slip past her nooky niche, placed a lighted match near the royal butt-hole. As the match moved closer, Marko feared an anal burn from the flaming match. A torched butt hole would be so unpleasant, that Marko entirely withdrew his member, its head hanging limply in defeat.
Belyah and Hoira were tickled by their practical joke on Marko and grinning broadly at him, began their lewd lesbian handling of their private parts shamelessly once again. Fingers in the pussy-dew of their steaming nookies, they came together thigh to thigh, breast to breast until their kindled lust gave them each the orgasm they sought.
Marko's unsatisfied cock again became primed and hard-on as he watched the girl lovers, then seeing his tool still had no resting place, he turned towards the voluptuous Velva. She was still busy with noisily sucking the ambassador's cock. Marko approached her stealthily from behind, and guiding his cock between her buttocks, he shoved it fully into her warm, silky pussy. As soon as she felt the oversized head of the royal pecker in her, Velva slid back on it with her buttocks, helping him get in right up to his balls. Wiggling her gorgeous butt, she slid up and down Markos's magnificent cock as he tickled her clitoris and stroked her breasts.
Sliding her firm young cunt up and down the full length of Marko's pecker began to produce the sheerest lust pleasure in the girl. Marko's ridged waist and curly bush were slapping against Velva's butt cheeks. His black bush tickled the outside of Velva's butt hole every time he rammed it in. Their movements became more rapid as Prince Marko kept thrusting into Velva, who began to shake her whole butt from side to side. With a final mighty ram, he impaled her butt so that it was motionless for the moment.
Yelling like an animal, Velva shrieked, "Oh, how wonderful your royal cock feels, ah, go in a little more, I want it up to my belly-button. I need your fuck-juice . ... let it all spurt into me right now!" Marko's frustrated hump load shot into her cunt and she wailed joyously in her coming.
Belyah and Hoira, fingers still in each other's pussies, watched the scene grinning amusedly. Fagele Morski was still stiff-cocked, not yet having come from Velva's long licking and sucking. Fagele was a man of great diplomatic control, as evidenced by his reserved coming.
Holding on to his member, Ambassador Morski said to Marko, "Velva's tender tongue made this bloom, but you, sweet friend, will harvest its semen crop with that lovely white butt of yours!"
And indeed Prince Marko did have a lovely butt. His valet employed a special surgical steel tweezers to pluck all stray hairs from the perfection of the princely butt-hole. Regular applications of beauty cream kept it's flawless rim as smooth as a baby's skin.
Prince Lupescu stared at Fagele coldly. Disdaining the preferred ambassadorial butt hole spreader, he said haughtily, "You know where you can go and put that thing of yours! I'm bored with your constant reaming of my butt and everybody's gossiping about it all over Bucharest!"
The frustrated Fagele, stood up and drew a razor sharp scimitar out of the scabbard on the table. It's steely gleam made the prime turn his quivering bare buttocks towards the determined Morski.
"Fagele, put that thing down, you know I was only kidding! Shove your old reliable right up by royal backside I just love to be raped by you."
The suave Yugoslav smiled as his tremendous pecker adroitly cold-cocked the prince. He kept it in up to the hilt as the prince wiggled his fanny.
"That's my lover boy! the ambassador growled, keeping his cock pressed home. "I love the feel of your highness's butt-hole especially since you're using that special scented sheep fat I just love! Keep your little hole tight, my royal page!"
Shouting ecstatically, the ambassador came between the leaves of the royal book. Velva applied a damp cloth to Marko's butt-hole as the ambassador withdrew, and cleansed Marko's port-hole so carefully that not a single drop of Fagele's come dripped down the princely legs.
Dressing carefully, Marko said he would come back for renewed festivities after dinner. Instead, he wrote the smug Fagele a special note. He was through being reamed, creamed and tortured by the sadistic ambassador, the prince wrote. The women of Bucharest were dull and flat. Boredom was driving him to Paris. There, he was sure he would find women and amusements to thrill his jaded appetites.
Then making the necessary arrangements to transfer his liquid assets to a Parisian bank, the prince took immediate passage to Paris on a crack train.
CHAPTER TWO....
Paris was lovely in the springtime as Prince Mark Lupescu, late of Bucharest, strolled down the Boulevard des Jardins. Flowers were blooming as birds heralded the season of romance. Swinging his cane like a true boulevardier, the prince felt his balls get warm. A breathtakingly luscious girl, with a marvelous behind was before him. Catching up to the shapely lass, he began spouting gallant speeches.
"Your flawless beauty impels me to speak, my dear. To see your loveliness in motion, has frankly roused my passion."
The prince shifted as his suddenly induced hard on made his pecker strain against his tight pants.
"Everything I have is yours," he continued. "If I were in bed with you, my loins would continue to speed their message of passion to you forever. Your body is truly an inspiration!"
"Have you been drinking?" the girl scoffed.
"I swear true affection, noble affection, mademoiselle. Prince Marko Lupescu does not take these matters lightly," he said solemnly.
The girl turned to him, smiling at the florid speech.
"Sir, you seem to be a gentleman. And although I have never before encouraged a man on the street . ... there is something about you," she said looking down at the bulge in his trousers his hard on was making.
"I live on the Rue Secours with my girl friend. She is even more shapely than I am. I like to put all my cards on the table. We are dying to meet a man who had enough ball-power and money to keep us both completely satisfied all around. Do you think you can fill the bill?"
"I am Roumanian," the prince rejoined haughtily. "We are the most accomplished fuckers on the continent. You are not so innocent that you do not know of our reputation!"
"I am Carlina Conteasy," she said. I'm still not twenty-one, but I've drained more cocks dry than I can keep track of. And I love luxury!"
Talking pleasantly in idle gossip, Marko and Carlina arrived in the apartment on the Rue Secours. Entering, they met Carlina's friend, Arcissa, in a living room full of statuettes in depraved poses. Marko saw that Arcissa hugged and tongued Carlina as if she were a lover returning from a long journey. Both girls were slender and voluptuous in the right spots.
The brown-eyed, chestnut-haired Carlina had a devil-may-care look on her face that proclaimed she was independent and ready for anything. Her eyes shone with satisfaction as the fine clothes of Marko talked a full purse.
The blonde, clear-skinned Arcissa had the fresh, dewy look most girls lose along with their cherries. She looked like a graceful, lithe faun in her transparent blue negligee. As Arcissa left for the bedroom, the Prince and Carlina came trailing after her.
Surrounding the blonde Arcissa, they began to strip the clothing from her body. Their eyes gleamed with lust as the negligee fell at her feet and her body shone in its naked loveliness, all smooth and very feminine.
Marko and Carlina playfully pushed her back on the bed, her pink-tipped breasts a lustrous delight. Marko lost no time in mouthing the hard nipples. While he sucked greedily, Carlina lowered her head between her full, rounded thighs. Carlina's slavering tongue went to Arcissa's moist pink-lipped pussy, covered by its blonde down. Raising her legs on the bed, Arcissa spread her legs wide to make her cute cunt rally available to Carlina's tongue. Her delicate hands grabbed Marko by the ear lobes. Heaving her buttocks and her belly, she flailed her legs wildly in a sudden, wet coming.
"Now I must have a nice, juicy cock in me to top things off!"
"You'll get rammed as soon as his highness gets his pants off!" Carlina muttered. "And you're not the only one who needs hot cock, baby doll . ... "
Stripped to the buff, soon they all lay sandwiched together in the huge bed. Hungrily, they drank in each others nakedness. Carlina's full juicy hips flared out sexily as she turned and fondled the oversize balls and tremendous cock of the prince.
"Shove it up Arcissa first," she said. "I can wait."
Marko lined up his cock with the pink lips of Arcissa's blonde cunt. She let out a scream of sheer delight as he thrust all the way in up to his balls. The prince began to pump for all he was worth. Carlina's full buttocks, straddling Arcissa, swung her steaming pussy right onto Arcissa's mouth. Marko mouthed Carlina's butt-hole as her buttock cheeks shimmered before his lips. Arcissa shoved her finger right up Marko's butt-hole, impelling him to pump his pecker madly. She gripped his waist so tightly with her thighs, that his tool was practically locked tight in her box.
Their bodies soon looked like a bunch of wriggling eels as they experienced come after come. Arcissa's pussy had three thrilling comes and then Carlina began to lick his balls. Arcissa shrieked as if a bayonet were in her guts as the prince's hot Roumanian love sperm shot into her cunt. As her blonde pussy twisted, Carlina snatched up the cock right out of her slippery pussy, and began to slurp up the white sperm gobs that flowed back out of Arcissa's hot box.
Carlina's thighs. He kept his colossal cock just outside her auburn-haired pussy and she caressed it with her rigid clitoris. Arcissa meanwhile had her forefingers in both their arseholes.
"Ram it into me all the way, Prince," Carlina said. "Your big cock is just torturing me this way!"
But he kept it out of her gaping crack, making her come twice anyway just by rubbing on the outside lips. She almost went wild when Marko suddenly slid in his cock all the way. She screamed like a madwoman as its tip practically tickled the inside of her belly-button. Rearing her butt, she bit Marko on the shoulder so hard that he kept pumping his big rammer constantly, coming three times in rapid succession while Carlina blew off her steaming pussy at least ten times.
Arcissa was nowhere to be seen when Marko slid his limp blimp from between Carlina's thighs. She came up soon with some bottles of perfume and a huge thick leather whip she bought from a hack man.
"Just the thing to really stir up the royal blood! Arcissa said. "This is the finest cock stimulator I know."
The girls began to go down on each other at the same time as the prince watched them put on a show. The girls licked away greedily. Arcissa's white buttocks openly sprawled over Carlina's face in slippery grace. Meanwhile Arcissa's sensuous lips savored the salty delight of Carlina's auburn thatched cunny lips. From the heaving bed, Arcissa called to the prince, "Please ram that monster cock up my butt hole! Please!"
But the prince's tool remained soft. Arcissa got up, and snatching the whip, began to lash Marko's backside.
Shrilling in sharp pain, Marko told the blonde to stop. But she only continued with renewed ferocity.
"Whip my behind too!" she pleaded with Carlina.
Carlina obliged by spanking her white buttocks hard with the flat of her hand. The feel of Arcissa's white butt quivering under the blows, aroused Carlina to beg Marko for some whipping. He obliged with sharp thwacks on the satiny skin of her rump. The excitement soon gave Marko another stiff hard on.
Seeing his cock full-sized again, Arcissa beckoned it to her delicate pink butt-hole. Ramming it fully into her rear-end made her weave her buttocks and torso at the thrilling sensation. Jealously, Carlina pulled his cock out of her girl friend's butt-hole. They resumed licking each other, but Marko still with a hard on rammed it up Arcissa's little rose-bud of an butt once again. As he plunged his staff in again up to his very bull shit her trained butt-hole muscle locking Marko's cock firmly in place, her butt-hole contraction triggered a tremendous ejaculation of white semen which Arcissa's trained butt-hole drank in greedily.
In the street, a curious crowd was watching a coachman who looked like a ship without a sail, since he was minus his whip. A gendarme questioned him about it. The hacky said he had sold it to a young woman in the Rue Secours.
"Have her return it or buy yourself another! You know it's against regulations for you to be without a whip."
"I know officer," the coachman agreed. He was tremendously strong peasant from the south of France. Reaching the apartment at the Rue Secours, he rang the bell firmly. Arcissa answered the door naked. The only covering of any kind on her milky skin being her blonde pussy hair. The lusty peasant's naked peter leaped to attention as the nude Arcissa screamed loudly and ran into the bedroom. Incited to rape by her pink-nippled, naked tits and golden-haired pussy, he backed her into a corner and as she turned away from him, rammed his huge peter into her pussy from behind. His prick was unusually thick and powerful, so that Arcissa became tremendously excited even though she knew she was being raped. His cock never having tasted such a dainty morsel before, quickly spurted an excited load. As he came, the peasant called out at the top of his lungs. "You're nothing but a blonde whore! You're the biggest whore in Paris!" His tremendous horse-cock still remained stiff in Arcissa's hot golden pussy, even though he had discharged his load. As she felt his huge animal-like cock pushing within her. Arcissa's cunny twitched in an uncontrollable orgasm.
Prince Marko watching from atop Carlina, thought the whole rape scene was quite amusing.
Angered by Prince Marko's' cynical grin as he was screwing Carlina, the coachman began to yell, "This is nothing but a cheap whore house. I'm not giving anybody a cent. Give me back my whip!"
Seeing it lying next to Prince Marko and Carlina on the bed, he snatched it up and began flicking all their naked bodies as if they were a trio of stubborn horses. The pitiful cringing of the two girls trying to hide their breasts from the lash of the snake-like leather aroused his fantastic organ to full excitement once again. Seeing Prince Marko's flawless white ass before him, he clutched his loins to steady his aim and rammed into the prince's bung hole. Marko's anal region had never been entered by anything so tremendous before and he let out a yell of pain as the coachman's cock drove home. The gendarme had been following the coachman and seeing he did not come out of the apartment, entered and saw the orgy-like scene. The handsome gendarme could not make up his mind at first whether to take out his arrest book, or his pecker. But his pecker grew so stiff watching Carlina's butt as she lay on her belly that it practically sprang out of his trousers. A spirited shove of his loins made Carlina feel the piss-head of the law lodged in the jail of her butt-hole. Arcissa, whose cunt was in wild heat from the coachman's cock, grabbed hold of the gendarme's round billy club, moaning happily, she inserted her forefinger up the gendarme's rump hole while sliding his hard wood billy club in and out of her slippery pussy. As orgiastic ecstasy hit them all at almost the same time, the apartment echoed to the sound of happy screams and groans.
The hack man, being an ill-bred peasant, produced the only discordant note as he left a resounding fart while ramming the rear end of his royal highness.
CHAPTER THREE....
Even after a few days had elapsed after the wild hump party between Prince Marko, the two girls and the ardent policeman and hack man, the royal ass-hole was still sore. Never in his life had the princely rectum been as distended as it was by the brawny hack man's huge hump tool. The prince lay lazily on his stomach on a divan in his suite of the Hotel Imperial. He was intrigued by the story of a waiter in one of the fancier restaurants in Paris who had bugged a bus-boy with an Italian salami he had lubricated with hot mustard. The shrieks of the young bus-boy as the waiter tried to push the foot long salami in up to the hilt resulted in the waiter's arrest. The story made him put some more cold cream on his own still sore butt-hole. In the meantime, he fondled his cock, which had become aroused by the quaint conceit of the waiter and the salami. As he held the juicy head of his peter in his hand, a young chambermaid knocked and entered to do her cleaning chores. Averting her eyes when she saw that Prince Marko was fondling his pecker and that his fly was wide open, the fresh-complexioned young girl began to go about her dusting.
"Ah there Miss," Marko said to the blonde blushing girl, "come over here, there's a spot I want you to give your attention to." He indicated some papers on the floor and as the maid Marie bent over with her dust pan, he lifted her skirts and pinned them around her waist with a bear hug. As the prince saw her satiny white buttocks in their naked glory, since the girl was wearing no bloomers, his exposed peter grew hard with desire. A cute blonde pussy, circled with silky hair, met Marko's hungry gaze. As she struggled very slightly, her shimmering buttocks parted showing an extremely clean, cute pink butt-hole. For a moment, Prince Marko was torn between the round pink opening of her buttocks and the moist inviting lips of her silken-looking cunt. The prince's stiff prick seemed to make up its own mind as it practically leaped forward and rammed upward into her inviting hot box. She wiggled her plump buttocks from side to side as the prince's prick rammed home in lusting rhythm. She moaned as his huge organ rubbed her clitoris and blonde pussy hair. He maneuvered her over to the divan and she lay down on her stomach as he continued to pump her. He put his hands down the front of her dress feeling the resilient softness of her full tittied and her hard, excited nipples. Something about the perfect roundness of her pink ass-hole intrigued his royal highness and withdrawing from her slippery pussy, he began to shove his pecker between her buttock cheeks.
"Oh! Oh! Your Highness, aren't you in the wrong place?" she gasped as he sank his large organ in up to his very balls. She cried out in pleasure as she felt the hot sperm of his orgasm spurting up her rectum. She began to mew happily while her belly twitched in the throes of a convulsive orgasm. As he pulled his sperm covered pecker from her butt-hole, the spirit of the lower classes asserted itself and Marie got a silver basin, some soap and cologne from the bathroom. While his royal highness played with her titties which had popped out of her bodice, she worked up a good lather with the soap and warm water; taking his prick in her hand, she soaped it thoroughly and washed the head carefully so that not even a microscopic trace of shit could hide under the prince's foreskin. However, as Marie fondled Prince Marko's potent organ, it began to get stiff and hard again. With a deferential murmur saying, "With your highness's permission," she bend down and closed her lips around the prince's pecker-head. Making her tongue into a very pointy tip, she inserted it delicately into his sensitive piss-hole opening. Before he knew it, her warm wet lips and playful tongue made Marko ejaculate right down the maid's willing gullet. She swallowed his sperm with gusto and carefully licked his pecker-head quite clean. Drying it carefully with a towel, she sprinkled a few drops of cologne on his thick crinkly bush hair and left the room.
Noticing a letter under the door, Prince Marko opened it and read the following:
"Dear Buck of Bucharest, What has happened to your royal magnificance? Surely, the few little humps you, I and Arcissa had were not unpleasant. If I do not see you soon, I shall fear that the miserable hack man ruined your rectum for good. Never have I seen such a cock on man or beast, bulls included. Please visit me at my apartment soon. The coast is clear, as my steady lover who pays the rent is traveling abroad."
Looking at the time, Prince Marko saw that it was almost mid-morning. He summoned his masseur and for the first time in days, he let the handsome youth prong his healed butt-hole. Refreshed by the youth's lively cock, he went to the barber who finished trimming his sideburns and then kissed the prince's pecker as usual. The manicurist trimmed his nails and her eager lips finished the job which the barber had begun on the royal pecker.
Feeling refreshed, Prince Marko took a cab to Carlina's house on the Rue Moreau. Carlina's place was a private complete town house, luxuriously furnished in excellent taste. The maid led him to the bedroom where he was invited to take his ease on a tremendous double bed. He noticed that the entire room, walls, ceilings and floor was finished in imported cork. Marko realized that the sky was the limit here as the place was effectively sound-proof by the cork. He shucked off his clothes, lay down naked on the goose-down mattress. Arcissa and Carlina made their entrance in luxurious silk dressing gowns which effectively concealed their charms. They greeted him gaily and as they sat on his knee, he felt the naked flesh of their resilient backsides through the silk. They had not a stitch on beneath the gowns. He liked this little touch of coming in dressed. He always felt a thrill when he disrobed young girls. The girls took turns in giving his pecker a welcoming kiss, making it rise in lustful acknowledgment.
"Young lady," he said addressing them in the formal manner of a school master, "I felt from your naked buttocks that you're not wearing panties. Please go and put them on to show respect for the teacher!"
Putting his hand inside the gown, he felt her nipples, her warm belly and then her cunt. When he inserted his fingers, they were covered with her fresh hot love ooze. In the meantime, Carlina's slender fingers had been playing daintily with the Prince's cock. When she felt that it was at its peak of stiffness, she gently guided the head towards the pinkness of her bung hole. Carlina had positioned her legs so that her butt-hole was more exposed than her hot cunny. The prince rammed his prick into the path of least resistance. His swinging balls knocking against her buttocks with the fury of his entry. Arcissa, feeling like a neglected pupil, got on the bed and positioning her mouth against Carlina's belly, worked down to the warm, moist pussy. Carlina, getting pleasure from all conceivable sides, wriggled her torso happily. The violent movement of the prince's pecker in her tight butt-hole made her urinate slightly in Arcissa's mouth. Arcissa eagerly welcomed the tangy drink. Mark's cock kept ramming Carlina's loving pink hole. The thrilled Carlina maneuvered her pussy even more completely over Arcissa's face. Arcissa continued her lip and tongue movements on Carlina's hot box while the prince rammed his cock in up to the very roots while he ejaculated with three tremendous spurts. Carlina's buttocks wriggled in orgiastic joy as she felt the hot sperm hit. Arcissa drew a chamber pot from beneath the bed and lifting her skirt of her yellow dressing gown, positioned the pot beneath her voluptuous buttocks and noisily began to urinate. The sound of the piss swishing against the sides of the chamber pot were drowned out, as Arcissa left three sharp farts into the chamber pot. Excited by the sound of the farts, Marko grabbed the chamber pot and inhaled the heavy aroma as she swished Arcissa's piss in the bottom of the pot.
"Shit on your teacher," he cried, "shit on your teacher!" He lay down on his stomach beneath Arcissa as she positioned her buttocks above his chest. As she lifted her dressing gown, he could see her pink butt-hole straining to let go the load he requested. Arcissa certainly had a lovely healthy butt he saw, as he inspected her buttocks closely. Her butt-hole seemed small in proportion to her generous expansive thigh but as she strained to oblige him, her butt-hole began to widen and a tiny dark spot appeared in its pink center.
"Let go! Let go!" Prince Marko cried and the smooth brown turd emerged with calm majesty as she strained to evacuate her bowels completely. The brown knockwurst shaped mass dangled a moment from her ass cheeks and then dropped on Prince Marko's chest. It felt so warm and pleasant there, that he couldn't resist taking it in his hands and spreading it like butter over his entire body.
"Piss on me!" he commanded the other girl as he buttered himself with brown shit. She wiggled her backside into position over his face and soon the hot pungent urine was bathing his face. All this activity gave the prince a fresh hard-on, and the buttocks which had just bathed his face with pure piss moved down and settled the eager wet pussy lips on the prince's stiff member. The buttocks and pussy rode up and down Prince Marko's pecker with a tantalizing rhythm. The shit covering Marko seemed to satisfy a deep need for humiliation in him, and the working hot pussy made him come quickly. Carlina, undismayed by the shit-covered prince, snuggled her face against his sperm-covered, limp pecker. She smiled in satisfaction at the prompt erection her lips brought about. Grabbing the prince's cock, she soon clothed his rigid member with her auburn thatched pussy. While Carlina worked her buttocks seductively, Arcissa took a brown leather thonged cat-o-nine tails from a drawer and whistled it through the air. Then she let it whistle down and lash Carlina's working buttocks. Her hot pussy slid up and down Marko's pecker, slippery with her love ooze. Carlina's buttocks flushed under the lash but both girls seemed to be enjoying the wild action. Prince Marko was enjoying the lively action too as he clutched Carlina's wiggling buttocks. He didn't notice Arcissa lower her buttocks above his head until he saw her pink bung hole only inches away from his mouth. Automatically, he let his tongue lick it. Then driven by the desire to hurt, he bit into the flesh of the tender thigh. The girl, riding the prince's pecker, came suddenly and then draped herself on Marko's shit-covered skin. Marko shoved his tongue into the pussy of the girl he had bitten and was gratified to feel the sticky ooze of her love come filling his mouth after a few minutes. As they all lay back exhausted, their tensions seemed to be gone as they wallowed in the shit and hump ooze that seemed to cover all their bodies. They fell asleep in the filthy bed and awoke in the middle of the night at a loud noise.
"Don't worry, Carlina said, "it's probably only the maid." But all their naked, shit-covered bodies quivered fearfully as they sensed the presence of several people. Two men wearing dark coats and soft felt hats played a search light beam through the room. They were thieves and missed seeing the nude group hiding on the floor.
"Phew, what is that damn smell?" the first thief asked.
"Forget it," the second thief answered gruffly. "Start looking for loot in the drawers first," was the answer. Just then, the entire room was bathed in brilliant white electric light. Carlina had flicked on the switch. The two thieves were astounded by the sight of the naked bodies confronting them.
Noting the Prince's crap-covered body, the first one shouted, "Hey, Jacques, now I know what stinks!" Did you ever smell anything like it?" The speaker was a powerful, brawny man with hands like an ape. He had a curly dark beard that gave him a terrifying appearance.
"Slut's supposed to be good luck, I don't mind it," Jacques said whistling as he rummaged through the bureau drawers. A cigarette hung down menacingly from his lips, real apache style.
"Maybe you're right, Jacque," said La Bris, the hideous one. "If it's such good luck, I'm going to let my pecker feel some of that blonde's shit covered skin. Preferably in the neighborhood of that cute blonde pussy."
They quickly bound the shivering, frightened, naked Prince Lupescu. Now that they had rendered the man helpless, they decided to amuse themselves with the girls. Jacque had a small wooden billy and giving it to Carlina, he ordered her to jam it up the prince's buttocks.
"Get the head in his bung hole." Jacques ordered Carlina. Then to inspire her, he rammed his forefinger up her butt-hole clear up to his knuckles. He rammed his finger, which was soon covered with shit, in and out of her butt-hole. Then tiring of her backside, he started to play with her auburn-haired pussy. His shit covered finger caressed her clitoris. Then his long, rigid cock flew out of his fly and he rammed it into Carlina's cunny. Carlina, on her part, was shoving the wooden billy up the prince's bung hole as far as it would go. The prince moved his. behind, trying to avoid the rounded end of the billy, but
Carlina succeeded in ramming it home. It hurt a little at first, but then he found he enjoyed its hard wooden length. The head of Jacque's long pecker seemed to embed itself all the way up Carlina's uterus. As she felt the stiff hard tip wiggling within her, she worked her pussy lips so that Jacque spurted. Then his limpness slid from her. He began to pluck the curly hairs of her pussy and pulled them out one by one as Arcissa uttered little cries of pain. In desperation, she pulled at his black beard imploring him not to snatch her lovely pussy bald.
"All right!" La Bris said, and turned her over again. He began to force in an incredibly thick pecker up her small rosy butt-hole. "Go slow," she pleaded tearfully, "No pecker that big has ever been in me before!" La Bris let her cries go unheeded, as he finally succeeded in forcing his swollen organ in completely. He slid it in and out of her rear end for a while and then tired of her butt. Turning the luscious blonde on her back, he then roughly forced her thighs apart and rammed into her pussy. Arcissa worked her cunny muscles cleverly hoping to milk him into an orgasm. The quicker the brute came she figured, the sooner her agony would be over but apparently La Bris was able to control his ejaculations. His pecker remained hard as a rock as he alternated its length brutally in all her crevices, not excepting her mouth. He thrust its full length down her gullet and she worked her lips around the nobby head trying to set him off. Suddenly Arcissa succeeded in making that fantastic cock spurt in her mouth. The sperm seemed to flood down her throat in a never-ending stream, making her gag and choke. It had an odor of sweet chestnuts, which was not unpleasant to her taste. She closed her eyes in relief as she felt his pecker slowly grow limp in her mouth. To her dismay, after less than a minute, she felt him growing hard again. To make a long story short, La Bris brutally raped the blonde three times. Carlina was still shoving the club up the prince's butt-hole while her lips sucked the head of Jacques pecker. "Let's get on with it, cried La Bris. "We can't spend the whole night here. He shoved Arcissa brutally in the direction of Prince Marko and bound her lovely limbs so that she couldn't move. Seeing the cat-o-nine tails, he lashed her buttocks brutally until he broke the skin and drew blood. As Arcissa strove to avoid the cat-o-nine tails, she pressed her nude thighs close to Prince Marko. The wooden billy in his butt-hole had so excited him that in spite of everything, the prince had a rigid hard-on. As Arcissa's thighs pressed close to the prince's loins, her wiggling thighs made her cunny sit down on the upright pecker of his royal highness. When La Bris saw this, he shouted with laughter and lashed both their bodies with the leather thong. Arcissa huddled closer to the prince and let her pussy slide up and down his ready flag pole. They found that the weird situation was giving them extreme pleasure. Before he knew it, Price Marko was ejaculating into Arcissa's lovely blonde box. Carlina was still sucking Jacque's pecker. She didn't see La Bris lift the bottom of her red dressing gown as he rammed his ever-hard pecker quickly up her surprised pussy. La Bris' organ was so thick that even Carlina's versatile pussy had trouble in handling it. When La Bris had entered her pussy completely, she felt a tremendous thrill induced by his huge hard prick Wiggling her well-versed cunny, she succeeded in making La Bris' pecker spurt quickly in a tremendous joy-come. As La Bris' hot sperm flooded Carlina' uterus, she clenched her teeth forgetting that she had the head of Jacque's pecker in her mouth. Jacque let out a blood-curdling shriek, and the frightened Carlina screamed as the head of his pecker dropped to the floor from her lips. Jacques now spurting blood, instead of sperm, began to lose consciousness rapidly.
"Ah, Jacques," exclaimed La Bris, "I always said you were too hump crazy for your own good, and now you've been fixed up good and proper." Watching sadly, he saw his pal's life ooze out of the unfortunate man's loins.
He took out his knife and thrusting its sharp edge next to Carlina's throat, he growled, "Your life wouldn't be worth a sou if I thought you did that on purpose!" Pressing the thick head of his pecker between the frightened Carlina's lips, he made her lick it clean of tiny smears of shit left from Arcissa's tight butt-hole. Returning his huge freaky pecker to his pants, he made a bundle of all the valuables. Then still terribly angry at Carlina, he flipped his knife at her pussy. "You'll always have an extra large cunny to remember me by dearie," he sneered. With a quick movement of the razor-sharp blade, he had slit the pussy membrane at the bottom of the lips for a few inches. When Carlina saw the blood flowing, she shrieked pitifully and fell back on the bed, losing consciousness. The red stain on the sheet under her buttocks widened slowly as her wound bled. Picking up his bundle of loot, the burly La Bris left the room and in his leaving, it was a far sadder place than before he had come. But this did not bother him as he hummed a little tune under his breath and stalked on towards his lodgings.
CHAPTER FOUR....
The scandal about the robbery and orgy created great notoriety. The affair ran in all the newspapers for days. Carlina, Arcissa were ordered by their physicians to avoid all excitement, especially sex excitement for a period of two months. Gradually Marko's bruised spirits and lacerated rectum began to be on the mend. One night his royal highness went slumming in a bar at the words missing The standard drink there for people who like to live dangerously with a combination of absinth and gin. Trying this gut dissolving drink one night, Marko noticed a familiar face in the bar crowd. He was a squat bearded man dressed like a laborer. His thick, black beard recalled scenes to Prince Marko's mind which he would much rather forget. Surely this was the thief La Bris. As he heard him ask for a drink in a rasping voice, Marko became certain that the man was actually La Bris. Marko sauntered over to the squat giant in a friendly manner. "It is really you, La Bris, isn't it? What are you doing in this part of town?"
"From where am I supposed to know you," boomed the bearded La Bris? "Don't you recall me, the two girls and your poor chum who died so uselessly?" asked Marko. "You got the wrong person," growled La Bris. "I never saw you before in my life. I work hard for my living in the markets and I don't want to be bothered with nonsense."
"You ought to listen to me, La Bris," said Prince Marko. "All I have to do is beckon to a policeman and you'll live in the inside of a jail from here on in. But I would like you to be my valet and bodyguard. You will take trips with me, have fun with me and protect me physically if I need it, and if you are honest with me it'll work out to your financial benefit. Yes or no?"
"I've got to hand it to you your royal highness, you're not so dumb. I'll sign, seal and deliver myself over to you. Just have mercy on an uneducated man." La Bris began to function as the prince's man servant as if he had been doing it all his life. The prince had gone back to Bucharest for a quick visit. His very intimate friend Fagele Amorski, the Yugoslavian Ambassador had passed away leaving his considerable fortune to Prince Marko. It was necessary for Marko to check out. the estate and assets so that no losses would be incurred. Prince Marko was far from being money mad, but he liked the idea of being a very rich man. He was realist enough to know that there were certain pleasures of the body only the very rich could afford to indulge in. He never forgot the saying of an old aunt, the Duchess Helena, "Rich or poor-make money!" Marko and La Bris settled themselves comfortably in a first class compartment of the Orient Express. The rhythmic swaying of the train beneath Prince Marko's flawless buttocks quickly induced a colossal erection of the Prince's peter. It made him give La Bris a very horny look. The crack train roared through the lovely fields and meadows of Southern France. An elderly man was relaxing quietly in his compartment. When Prince Marko's erection failed to subside, he casually reached for La Bris' huge hairy paw and guided it to his trouser fly. The powerful man knew what his royal highness desired. The prince's fly was gently unbuttoned. Then the hairy paw gripped Marko's stiff frustrated pecker. His royal highness gripped his lips in anticipation of what he knew was coming next. But his pleasure desire was frustrated when dinner was announced in the dining car.
The prince motioned to La Bris that they would return to the dining car and eat. The manservant's hand came away reluctantly from Marko's crotch. As they walked into the dining car, his royal highness still had an embarrassing visible hard on showing through his pants. The waiters began serving dinner with the quiet elegant efficiency which made dining on the internationally famous Orient Express a true pleasure. Gazing around him, Prince Marko noticed two exceptionally attractive young women who were also having their dinner at a nearby table. Prince Marko was pleasantly surprised to see that one of them was none other than Marie, the pretty young maid he had put the blocks to at the Hotel Imperial. He arose and approached the young women in his most courtly manner. He kissed Marie on the cheek and then turned to her extremely pretty blonde-haired companion. Her lush curves only served to stiffen even more the awkward hard on he already had.
"Please forgive my boldness in introducing myself Madam," he said, "but since I already know your maid Marie, I also wish to make the acquaintance of her new mistress. I am Prince Marko Lupescu, Prince of the Royal Roumanian Court. Your maid Marie did me a great favor when I was at the Hotel Imperial which I am anxious to repay. I think she and my valet would make a wonderful couple and I am willing to give them a marriage present of fifty thousand francs."
"I think that's remarkably generous of you, Prince Marko," the tempting blonde said smiling. "I'm all in favor of the idea. But who is going to take care of you?"
At the blonde's inviting tones, Prince Marko's hard on burst the boundaries of his confining fly and the flushed, nobby head of his pecker showed itself. The embarrassed Prince blushed and quickly tried to shove his king sized equipment back into his pants. The good-looking blonde laughed gaily at the sight. "Lucky you're out of everyone else's line of sight and only I saw your truly remarkable love organ. I envy whoever you're saving it for."
"It is completely at your service," Prince Marko said gallantly, I shall be only too happy to let every inch of it worship at the shrine of your blonde beauty."
"Well, we'll see about that," the blonde replied flirtatiously. Meanwhile, since you told me who you are, I'd like to introduce myself as well. I am Estelle Romarnge."
"Not the great star of the Comedie Francaise!" said Prince Marko.
The lovely actress nodded her head affirmatively.
Prince Marko overjoyed in his good luck said happily, "Forgive me for not recognizing you Estelle! I have been a secret admirer of yours for a long time. I have spent many evenings at the theatre watching you play your marvelous love scenes and to release my excitement while watching you in the arms of others, I would cover my loins with my cloak, then hidden from the public, I would stroke this very pecker you have been admiring until its joyous spirits gave me happy release. It was really wonderful!"
"Marie, go and have dinner with your new fianc'," Estelle ordered. "Prince Marko, will you dine with me?"
As they sat gazing into each other's eyes across the table, Prince Marko and the actress felt the stirrings of passion.
"I am going to Vienna for a command performance before the Emperor Franz Joseph."
"That's wonderful but what about your obligation to the Comedie Francaise?"
"Oh, I'm fed up with them. As a matter-of-fact, I've sent in my resignation to the theatre manager. They've been handing me some pretty second rate roles lately. They passed me up for the leading part in Monet-Sully's latest play. I'm heading for places that will really appreciate my talents."
"Won't you please recite something to me, some poetry perhaps?" Marko asked eagerly.
In between courses, Estelle began to recite to him in husky passionate tones. As Estelle became away by the tender little love poem of Baudelaire, Marko could feel the toes of her feet, from which she had kicked off her shoes, gently moving up his legs. As they moved up the inner part of his thighs, they soon reached the royal prick, which had once again escaped from his fly. Feeling his stiff exposed love tool, her feet seemed to curl around it and caressed its entire length with a soft up and down movement. As the tender soles of the actress's feet manipulated the prince's organ, it became harder than ever. He made up a little poem which he recited to her over the table as the actress's feet continued to fondle his pecker.
Love's Profane Passion
Your white hands wilt quickly guide my lovely organ in, into the secret whorehouse resting between your thighs
Let me assert, in spite of all that I am your love as you take it with sighs
Kissing breasts, satiny and white as cream, my tongue will honor the nectar of your nipples
From male prick and delicate feminine seam white sperm will fall like gleaming pearls
My wonderful whore whose buttocks have felt all from the tender touch of sexless fairies to the earthly lustings of emboldened bulls
So like the moon, jealous of its own butt!
From your eyes there shoots the message of love given freely to all, like light from the stars
As Prince Marko ended the poem, Estelle felt from the nobby hardness of his prick's head that it was about to spurt a white hot message of love.
"My Dear Prince Marko, let's not let your burden of love go to waste on the floor of the dining car," the actress said blushing prettily. "Our fellow diners would think it in poor taste! And let me thank you for your lovely and inspiring poem. As an actress, I always appreciate good lines even though I'm leaving the Comedie Francaise."
"But what do you expect to do after you finish your royal engagement in Vienna?" asked Prince Marko.
"I've always had a secret ambition to become a cabaret star," answered the actress.
"You'll have to watch out or the Comedie Francaise will be suing you all over Europe for breaking your contract with them."
"Don't let a little thing like that worry you, Marko! How about making up some more love poetry before we go to my private compartment?"
"At your service," and he began to spout some more original sexy lines into Estelle's waiting ears.
"You have an absolutely wonderful and original mind, Prince," the amused Estelle said as he finished. "I have never before met someone like you. You've put me in a real humping mood. Come and fuck me in the sleeping car!"
The Prince paid for their dinners. Marie and the burly La Bris were looking at each other passionately. In the aisle, the prince bribed the porter with fifty francs to let all four of them into the same sleeping compartment.
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