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“Claire, take one of these little pillows. It will come in very handy.”, my sister said, handing me a small satin pillow. I was about to enter the Maze of Delight where mysterious pleasures were to be had.

This was the first time I had been invited to one of the great celebrations at Versailles. I had watched my sisters prepare for these for several years and was thrilled to be invited myself for the first time. They were held fairly often, whenever it struck the King’s fancy. Having just reached 17, my sisters had prevailed on the King’s social secretary to add me to the guest list. These grand balls at Versailles included hundreds of Courtiers and Nobles.

My sisters, Sabine and Marie, had been active in the Court for years, being 4 and 6 years older than me. I had been overhearing their tales of excitement since I could remember. They were both part of a young, wild part of society, known as the “Naughty Ones”. Many of the idle young Nobles in the Court chose to spend their time indulging their appetites. It was clear to me that many of the activities of the Naughty Ones involved sex, but my sisters had never let me hear much detail. I worshipped my sisters and could hardly wait to join them. My 17-year-old body yearned for contact with a man. I was so proud of how my bosom had developed and now drew the attention of men. Sometimes the wicked feelings nearly overwhelmed me.

My gown for the party was exquisite, simpler than most, appropriate for my young age. It was pale blue silk, with silver lace trimming along all the edges. A tight bodice pushed my bosom up and forward and showed my small waist. Billowing folds of blue silk puffed out from my waist and cascaded to the floor. Looking in the mirror I was so proud of my slender, youthful waist, coupled with an ample bosom. I wore a simple mask over my eyes of silvery material that matched the lace on my dress. My hair was up in an elaborate hairdo that exposed my long neck and made me look tall and graceful, but not old.

When I asked my sisters what would happen at the King’s party, they would laugh and tell me what fun I would have, but would only giggle when I asked specific questions. “Will your friends be there? Will there be the ‘special entertainments’ you always speak of?”

“Oh, yes, very special. There will be a Maze of Delight. Perhaps you would like to try it?”

“I’d love to! Mazes are such fun!” My sisters looked at each other and arched their eyebrows.

“This Maze is a very special game. The Maze is a very large puzzle made of topiary. A couple of dozen people can be in the maze and yet encounter each other only occasionally. Men and women enter alone. If they meet, they may chat awhile and if they like each other, they may dally awhile together. Since this party is a Masquerade, the Maze will be particularly delicious fun because everyone can remain hidden behind their mask!”

“Oh, how fun! Are the men nice?”

“Many of them are very nice. These are the most handsome and richest men in France. Of course, you know, Claire, not everyone participates in the Maze of Delight. Some think it improper to talk to strange men. Some women lose their head and do more than just talk.”

“You mean they kiss the man, having only just met?”

“Yes, they kiss and much more. They seek pleasure in the Maze and often find it. You like men, don’t you, Claire? Have you snuck your first kiss from a boy yet?”

“Yes” she said shyly, not sure she should admit this even to her sister.

“Oh, I’m so glad. I’d hate to think you were completely inexperienced at the age of 17. Was he handsome? Was it fun, Claire?”

“I think him very handsome. You know the servant boy, Charles? I ordered him to kiss me. It made me all excited when he did. He had a great hump in his pants. I could feel it when we kissed. What will it be like in the Maze?”

“Well, if you like a man you meet, you can invite him to walk with you. There are many dead ends in the Maze. When you reach a private cul de sac in the Maze, you can kiss and no one can see you.”

“What if someone blunders into the same cul de sac?”

“Ah yes, very astute my dear. The lady accidentally drops her handkerchief at the entrance to the cul de sac. This is a signal to others that they should go another way. When they leave, the man discovers the lady has dropped her handkerchief and gallantly retrieves it for her.”

“What if the man wants to do more than kiss?” Claire was not completely ignorant of relations between the genders, just inexperienced.

“Well, it depends on how daring she is.”

“Oh, I want to experience everything the Maze has to offer!”

“Well, then. There are always little pillows available at the entrance to the Maze. Take one with you when you enter. It will make your night quite unforgettable.”

“A pillow? What is it for?”

“I think that should remain a surprise. When you meet a man you like, ask him to show you what the pillow is for.”

And so, when I entered the Maze, I accepted the pillow. The Maze was very confusing. It was lit only by a full moon, but that was plenty. I met two men at first. One was fat and uninteresting, the second was young and totally without charm. The third was quite another thing. He was dressed as a devil. His mask was red with little horns on his temples, but didn’t hide the fact that he was very handsome. We talked a little about how exciting the party was and when he suggested we explore the Maze together, I accepted. He gallantly took my arm and we began to wend our way through the Maze. I thought about the mildly wicked act of kissing a man in a devil mask. I fairly trembled in anticipation.

“Oh dear, we seem to have encountered a dead end”, my devil said, peering around the corner. I discretely dropped my handkerchief where it could be seen and stepped around the corner into the little alcove.

The devil kissed me softly at first and then became more ardent. His hand held the back of my neck as our lips explored each other. I was shocked when his tongue flicked between my lips the first time. I knew people did this when they kissed, but it was my first experience with it. I relaxed and accepted his tongue in my mouth. I soon found it incredibly exciting, our soft, warm, wet tongues touching. It had an extraordinary effect on my cunny. It grew hot and I could feel wetness there, like I had only experienced when I rubbed it directly. We kissed for so long that I have no idea what time elapsed. When he kissed down along my neck and shoulders, it had the same effect on my cunny, making it hotter and wetter.

My curiosity burning, I finally asked, “My sister told me you would show me what the pillow was for. I’m dying of curiosity. Why did I have to carry it?”

“My dear girl, you don’t know? Truly?”

“No. My sister said it would lead to something exciting and daring.”

“That it will. Are you sure you want me to show you?”

“Yes, yes, I do so want to be treated like I’m not a child anymore. I want to have the kind of fun my sisters have.”

“Do you know what that kind of fun is?”

“Not really, but I know it involves men and it’s sometimes naughty.”

“Yes, that’s right, it’s very naughty. Are you ready for that?”

“I want to have fun like my sisters. I’m tired of them having all the fun.

“Very well, but don’t get upset if things are too much for you.”

“All right, but please show me what the pillow is for.”

“First, have you ever seen a male member in full flower?”

I was shocked, but tried to maintain an appearance of calm. “I’ve seen many little boy’s things. They are quite humorous looking.”

“No, not little boys, I mean a phallus in full erection, excited and ready?”

“No”, the thought was incredibly exciting. I knew about the functioning of the male and female and how children are made. I knew the male member would get very hard and was meant to be poked into a cunny. The rumor mill among adolescents is an efficient, if often inaccurate one.

“I am going to show you mine.” He bent over oddly and did something with his hands. When he stood straight again, a huge erect phallus stuck out from a fold in the red tights that were part of his devil costume. It was straight as an arrow pointing up at a 45-degree angle, directly at me. My devil is circumcised, I thought. I just stared at it, dumbstruck. I could feel my face burning as I blushed, but I couldn’t look away.

“Would you like to touch it?”

I didn’t say anything, but I reached out and grasped it, just with my fingertips, thumb underneath and fingers on top as you might hold a penny whistle. The skin was soft, but there was hardness underneath.

“I still don’t understand what the pillow is for. It can’t be for sexual congress, it’s much too small.”

“It’s to kneel on, so you won’t soil your knees on the grass.”

“I am to kneel?”

“A man’s member is his most sensitive and pleasurable organ. A woman’s mouth is her most delicate instrument. The feeling of this delicate instrument on his manhood is beyond words. When a woman kneels before him and worships his manhood with her lips, she gives him a gift of indescribable pleasure.”

My face blushed even redder, though I think that impossible. I had heard whispered tales of women pleasuring men with their mouths, but never credited them with any truth. “But I have heard a man, once excited, is uncontrollable until he spends. Surely a woman does not …”. I couldn’t speak directly of a man spending his essence into a woman’s mouth.

“Indeed, a lady mustn’t leave a man in full heat. A lady must also be very neat and tidy. If she is diligent in her efforts, there need be no evidence of her act other than the smile on the face of her beneficiary and indeed her own.”

This was naughty beyond my wildest imagining, women, highborn ladies, pleasuring men and dining on their seed. It was positively wicked and it made my cunny burn with fire. Involuntarily, I began to salivate, my body declaring its desire to taste this handsome man. I felt trapped by my bravado. I had said I wanted to be daring. My pride kept pushing me forward and my desire was pulling me forward.

I dropped the small pillow on the grass and gathered the dress above my knees. I sank carefully down and let the silk of my dress fall around me. I looked toward the devil’s phallus and it was there, staring at me with its cyclops eye. I looked up at the handsome devil and he smiled broadly.

“Grasp it with your hand and then kiss it.”

I tentatively wrapped my hand around its thick length. My hand didn’t come close to enveloping it. He moved closer to me and I kissed the tip, then the side and bottom. The skin on its surface seemed soft and thin, but underneath was hard flesh.

“Take it into your mouth and suckle it. Take care not to use your teeth, just your lips and tongue.”

I did as he said. The phallus filled my mouth, the tip probing the back of my throat. The devil’s hand rested on the back of my neck, urging me to take his member deeply. His other hand caressed by cheek as my jaw worked to accept him into my mouth.

I nearly swooned when he pulled back to where he tip of his manhood was just touching my lips and then slid forward to the back of my throat again. He repeated this again and again, sliding into my mouth as if it were a cunny, holding my head steady with his hand behind my neck and on my cheek. Oddly this excited me greatly. Each time he drew back I could hardly contain my desire that to feel its intrusion again.

My hand was on the base of his phallus. “Take your other hand and cradle the source of my seed.” I took my left hand and cupped his balls, which were also outside of his tights.

“You are truly a woman, my dear. The pleasure you give me is beyond description.” His breathing was labored as he spoke. His breathing grew yet more ragged and he moved his phallus faster in and out of my mouth.

“Be brave, my dear. I will spend soon. You can do this as well as any more experienced lady.”

I was terribly afraid. He was about to spend in my mouth and I would have to swallow his seed. What if it tasted foul? What if I vomited? It couldn’t be too bad, I told myself, other women do it. My desire was a match for my fear and I waiting willingly for his climax.

His breathing changed and he stifled a loud groan. He pressed himself as deeply into my mouth as he could go and his member swelled. Then suddenly a warm thick substance filled my throat. It tasted somewhat rank and salty, but not foul. His phallus gave another shudder and more seed came into my mouth. I managed to swallow once to make more room. Several times more, his member pulsed and sent more of his seed into my mouth, where I held it, waiting for the quaking to subside. When he seemed to relax, I swallowed again. I sucked, squeezed and milked his member to get the last drops of his essence out of him. I swirled my tongue around to ensure his member was clean and squeezed my lips around it as it withdrew, leaving it clean except for a sheen of saliva. I swallowed once more and smiled demurely up at my devil. I had triumphed. I was so relieved, I laughed.

He helped me up to my feet. “You are surely the finest woman here”, he said. I blushed and took his hand and we left the Maze. He seemed to know exactly how to solve the puzzle and escape the Maze. At the exit I handed the pillow to the servant. My devil then addressed me “I would be honored if you would allow me to call upon you sometime. I have found your company very stimulating.” He smiled at me in acknowledgement of the double entendre. I told him I would be pleased if he were to call on me. My virgin cunny tingled at the thought of seeing him again.

My sisters were nearby and when he left they ran over and demanded to know everything. They all giggled when I admitted the pillow had been quite handy.