During the 18th Century in France the education of children-children of noble birth-was usually entrusted to one of the lackeys who happened to be able to read. Those were the days when parents did not dote over their children. Those days were quite different from today when it seems in many cases that the parents exist solely to please their children.
Before we discuss The Intimate Journal of Charles Luynes, we must first consider the times during which the Journal was written. It was written during Louis XVI's trouble time on the throne.
Louis XVI was wed to Marie Antoinette. This mating came to pass when, in 1769, a missive from Louis XV to Maria Theresa formally demanded the young princess' hand for his grandson, the future Louis XVI. The Empress Maria Theresa of Austria was delighted. The union of her daughter to the young Dauphin meant that peace in Europe was assured; this was Maria Theresa's belief.
After the marriage of Marie Antoinette and the Dauphin nature ran its course. Louis XVI was a dull man of little grace. He let his wife enjoy liberties. The spoiled darling Toinette indulged her whims during the time of her husband's rule on the throne of France. She had spirit, good nature and cordiality; she was also immature, frivolous and flighty. Life was a party for Toinette, and the Court joined the party.
It was during the final months of Louis XVI on the throne that this Journal was written. The nobility of France enjoyed unbridled living, riotous living, as if every day was a banquet set out for them to selfishly enjoy.
There was much loose living in the private chambers of nobility of those days. This Journal brightly reflects the temper of the times and the fierce erotic nature of the beautiful girls and women who peopled and made a lovely picture of the grand balls and splendid drawing rooms.
Charles Luynes lived on the lavish estate of Count Alexis de Ossory. The Count pressed the boy into service as a tutor when the boy was but seventeen years old. The Count knew that Charles could read and write; he knew that the boy had somehow educated himself; the Count, as was the custom in those days, made a boy of the servant class the tutor of his two daughters, Marguerite, fourteen, and Marie, twelve.
The girls had been getting their education from an old servant. When the man died of old age, Charles Luynes became the girls' teacher. Charles felt that being chosen as tutor of the Count's daughters was a fine stroke of luck. It enabled him to live better. It gave him the opportunity to wear finer clothes. It made it possible for him to wander about the private chambers that people of his class seldom saw.
After reading this frank and outspoken Journal one becomes convinced that Charles Luynes began keeping it when he was drawn into intimacies with noblewomen. Women of such high position had always been beyond the grasp of the boy's mind. It becomes obvious that he kept this Journal partly as a means of boasting secretly in print. There is no doubt that what the boy has written is true; it might be slightly colored by his imagination, but a reading of history leaves no doubt that the things that he describes actually took place; the private lives of noble people are no freer of debauched escapades than those of their inferiors. Indeed, it was the immorality, profligacy and legendary excesses of the Royal Court's nobles and ladies that finally inflamed the peasantry of France to the point of Revolution. And, the sensational behavior of the Court during the time of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette was perhaps the most vivid in the minds of the peasantry. The Count Alexis de Ossory and his family were among the Court's inner circle. The Count and Countess were both deeply involved in the bizarre behavior of the Court.
Since the Count and Countess both had their private affairs, neither bothered much with the other. The Count had given the Countess one wing of their castle-like home; he had given his daughters, Marguerite and Marie, a private wing of rooms, too. It was into these two wings of private feminine chambers that Charles Luynes walked when he became the girls' teacher. The Intimate Journal of Charles Luynes is a graphic account of the days he spent freely moving about in these two private wings of the castle.
Charles Luynes disappeared right after the bloody Revolution. There is no record that he was ever seen or heard of again. It was 1892 when Charles Luynes' name reappeared. Somehow, in some way still unknown, his well-preserved Journal fell into the hands of Jacques Custine, a man who perhaps had the vastest library of curious literature in France. He had the Journal privately printed and circulated the limited edition of 150 among scholars and friends.
The copy that came to me for translation was numbered 17. It is the only volume that we know of that is still in existence. In translating this Journal of a boy's adventures I have taken liberties, small liberties. I have toned down some of the boy's purple prose and have updated some of the language. But the content and most of the language is solely that of Charles Luynes.
I believe that you will find this boy's story re vealing and at times shocking. But it is true. Other records of those times verify that. I believe that this Journal is of interest to the general public, but certainly historians and students of the sexual nature of humans will find it a choice source of information. I must here state that the Journal is truly recommended for mature and adult readers solely.
Private chambers can give a glimpse of the times. The Intimate Journal of Charles Luynes will provide the reader with an insight into the waning days of royalty ... before the formation of the Republic.
-Ronald Vance, Ph.D., London
CHAPTER ONE
What wonderful joys now flourish for me! My first week as tutor of the Count's daughters, Marguarite and Marie, has opened new worlds for me! Who would have guessed that one as lowly-born and simple as I could ever experience what I am experiencing?
The Count Alexis de Ossory is one of the richest and greatest nobles in all of France and he has given me the honor of teaching his beautiful daughters. The beauty and charm of the girls is beyond anything that I have ever witnessed. And the Countess! She is beautiful beyond words!
Two days after taking my post as tutor of the girls I was called into the lavish private chambers of the Countess. When I entered her chambers I must confess that my knees were quaking. I had never before been alone or at such close quarters with such a noble lady! From afar I had admired her matchless beauty. Up close, her beauty and nobility nearly blinded me.
The Countess was singularly beautiful. She was barely thirty, but she looked much younger indeed. Her complexion was transparent and fair and her golden hair was thick and its luxurious waves fell alluringly over her pale, naked shoulders. Her expression was at first imperious and haughty when I entered. But, as I walked with quaking knees toward her, she smiled and I was struck by her warmth and tenderness.
She rose. Her figure, exquisitely gowned, made my throat go dry and made the palms of my hands begin to perspire.
"Ah, Charles," she smiled to me as I stopped before her. I bowed. "Now, now, Charles, there is no need for you to bow to me when we are in private."
I tried to say something, but all I could do was stutter. She laughed, graciously, putting me at my ease.
"Charles, whenever you are with me in the privacy of my chambers you must call me, Monique."
I tried to murmur her name, but her high station prevented me. I had never before been spoken to with such familiarity by anyone of such exalted a station. She reached out with a smile and touched my arm.
"Come, now, Charles. You must say my name: Monique."
"Monique," I said stupidly.
"Now, that was not too difficult, was it?" she asked as she saw my face flushing with shame.
"No."
"Good!"
As she smiled at me my confidence increased. And being so close to her made my desire flame. I think she sensed that at once.
"Charles, how are you faring with the teaching of my daughters?"
"Oh, we are getting along splendidly."
"Do you find Marguarite and Marie stupid?"
"No! Never!"
"You are very gallant, Charles. I know that my girls are more interested in frivolity than learning. Do you truly believe you will be able to impart some learning to them?"
"Indeed I do ... Monique."
I found saying her name very difficult, even though she was giving me confidence and was putting me at my ease. And, I was greatly disturbed by being so close to her desirable body.
"The girls tell me that you are a good teacher, Charles, and that pleases me. That means you have a good mind and you know how to control headstrong girls. Not many men can control girls ... or women, either, for that matter."
I was puzzled by her conversation and the warmth that radiated from her nearness was making my cock swell and stiffen painfully. I was trying my best to conceal my stiffening discomfort from her eyes for fear of offending her.
"What age are you, Charles?"
"I am seventeen years of age, Monique."
When I said her name she smiled on me.
"You are quite a handsome and well-developed lad for seventeen. You appear to be near six feet Jail and you are as broad and as well built as a man."
"Thank you for your kind words, Monique."
"As I said, Charles, not many men can control girls or women. Do you think you can?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can you control my girls?"
"I think I can."
"You are not sure? You said you 'think' you can."
"I can."
"Good, Charles! Can you control me?"
"You, my lady?!"
"Yes. Ah, you need not answer. There is a sure way to tell, Charles. I can always tell what kind of a man a man is by gazing upon that part of a man that dangles proudly between his legs."
"My Lady?" I asked stupidly. I did not believe what my ears had heard.
Without a further word the Countess Monique stepped close to me and quickly divested me of certain key portions of my vestments. My garments fell away exposing the lower part of my trembling body and my genitals.
The Countess Monique stared at my bare, immense cock with steady eyes. I had been told several times that I had the prick of a horse. I have to admit that I am well endowed. I stood, shaking, before that beautiful Countess. Her avid eyes gazed at my stiff pecker, as big as a horse's. It stood out way in front of me, curving upward, and my balls were taut and swollen.
She stood there smiling, her eyes on my rigid rod. I knew that she could see a drop of sperm glistening on its tip.
"You are quite a man, Charles!"
The Countess' breath seemed to quicken as she gazed at my hard rod and her cheeks were burning. She inspected my arching cock as if it were some delicious morsel that she needed to feed her carnal appetite.
"Yes, Charles, my dear boy, you are indeed a fine looking man. You must have many sweethearts!"
"I have none," I said. My voice was trembling.
"Ah, but you must have a sweetheart, Charles!. You have so much to offer! I am sure you do, but let me inspect you more closely so that I can be sure."
With that the great Lady bent before me and her lovely face nearly touched the knobby head of my huge shaft. And then, without a word, Monique's painted lips met the head of my cock, and the meeting was more thrilling than any I had ever known in my young life.
My huge dick got even harder and bigger as it felt her wet lips and tickling tongue.
I stood there, trembling, naked before the Duchess from my waist down, saying not a word, merely grinning shamelessly. Meanwhile the great Lady was busy. She began to lave the huge head of my cock with her expert lips and tongue. The suction of the her soft lips gave my prick pleasurable sensations.
I was beginning to quake and throb with lust. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted the desire and need that she was creating with her sucking lips to be satisfied. I knew I could not control myself much longer. I was certain that I was going to ejaculate my hot sperm in her lovely mouth.
I'm sure the Countess sensed that I was losing my control for with a teasing stab of her wet tongue over the tip of my aching prick, she took her lips away.
But she wasn't through with her play with me. Her small, slender hand found its way unerringly to my swollen prick. She played teasingly with my prick with one hand, squeezing and pulling, while with her other hand she toyed with my aching balls. The exciting contact of her hands made my swollen cock swell even more.
I could tell that the Countess Monique was just as aroused as I was. But she was fully clothed and I was naked from the waist down. And, she was a Duchess and I was a mere tutor, a servant. I could not protest nor could I take the lead. I had to stand there and permit her her liberties.
Ah, how I enjoyed those liberties! The delicate touches and the way she caressed and examined my balls and prick nearly drove me out of my servant's mind! I merely stood there, steaming with desire, and let her continue her investigation. Finally, she remove the last bit of my raiment and I was naked from head to toe before the great, fully clothed Lady.
"You are a fine young man," the Countess purred as she ran her artful hands over the muscles of my trembling body. She seemed to take exceptional delight in the way my body trembled under her intimate touch. Her expression was both cunning and erotic. It was easy to see that her lascivious nature was fully aroused.
"Charles, from now on you will perform a dual function here," the Countess said through moist, panting lips.
"What do you mean ... Monique?" I murmured, my senses flaming.
The Countess smiled and then slowly stripped away every last silken garment that covered her full, well-rounded body. My breath strangled in my throat when I saw her naked, glowing, noble beauty. My eyes and senses had never before been treated to so frank and stunning a display of feminine loveliness.
She drew closer to me and rubbed her naked body against mine.
"Charles, I am going to take you as my lover."
"I?" I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
"Yes. Will you like that?"
"I cannot believe my good fortune, my lady!"
"It will be your good fortune to be my lover," she smiled. "You shall screw me until I can't walk. That giant prick of yours will nestle in my hot cunt."
"I can't believe my good fortune!"
"Your good fortune will permit you to stick your swollen cock into my warm love passage. I have never received a prick so big in my cunt. The very thought of it makes the love juices drown my excited pussy," she laughed.
The Countess Monique seemed to enjoy using rough, peasant language with me. I was stunned by her directness. I was overjoyed by my luck.
"Come to me," she sighed.
She pressed her delicious body hard against mine and then her moist and beautiful lips parted on mine. As she kissed me she inserted her pointed tongue between my lips. I sucked on her darting tongue, the same brazen tongue that had only moments ago played and licked over my tingling prick.
The combination of her rubbing body and her hot lips filled me with excessive titillations. She was subjecting me to sexual torment and she was firing my heart and my senses.
"Play with me," she whispered.
I was mad with lust. I covered her swaying, lush breasts with wild kisses and I sucked joyfully on her hard, swollen nipples. There wasn't a portion of her nakedness that escaped the passion of my wet kisses. My hands roamed avidly over her charms.
"That's my Charles, my boy...." she whispered.
Her noble private parts were at my mercy. My hand slid betwen her hot thighs and cupped her pussy. And then my fingers began probing and plundering the red, soft, pouting lips of her love-wet cunt. My fingers slid up and down along her wet slit, played deep inside of the hot tunnel. In a moment my probing fingers were covered with the slick juice that made her cunt a hot and wet pulsing place of love.
Then I could no longer resist the temptation to kiss where my fingers had plundered.
My lips went down and covered the hot lips of her pussy. I stabbed my stiff tongue between the pouting, slick lips of her cunt.
The Countess seemed to love my attentions. She was moaning and overheated in my embrace; she bumped her hot mound against my face as I licked the love juices of her love channel. She was as abandoned as I was!
But I could no longer stand this teasing game, and I told the Countess Monique so.
"Fuck me with that giant cock, then, Charles. Become my lover. Spray your love juices deep in my cunt. I want you to screw me now!"
We ran quickly to the bed. I rose over her and separated her trembling, willing thighs. I mounted her lush body.
"Stick that huge prick in me!" she cried.
"I will!"
So I mounted the noble, beautiful lady and quickly placed the head of my huge cock between the red, wet lips of her hot cunt. We both sighed as my cockhead touched her slick pussy. We were both impatient to be united.
I pushed forward and began to drive my monstrous pecker into her. My cock ravished her wide-parted pussy lips. It seemed as though my huge prick would never essay an entrance fully between the greedily grasping lips of her hot, eager cunt. I tried to control my lust, to go slowly so that my big prick could slide into the delicate cave of the Countess. But it looked as if I was too big for her.
"I fear I'm too big to gain entrance to your delicious pussy," I cried out fearfully.
"Fear not, Charles my lover with the horse cock! I will take every inch of your giant cock into my pussy and you shall screw me to your heart's content!"
The Countess came to my aid. She seized my probing, giant prick with her hand and urged it forward. And, wonder of wonders, she guided it as it began sliding into her sex-wet hole. She was seeking the entry of my cock as much as I was. She assisted it expertly, helping it pierce her wet nook of love. With experience and determination the Countess accomplished that which I could not. My huge prick began penetrating straight into pussy, going deeper and deeper.
The Countess let go of the small portion of my prick that still hadn't slid into her pussy lips.
"Give me every inch of that gigantic cock, Charles my boy," the Countess said through clenched teeth.
My huge prick crashed all the way into her tight, slick cunt, clear up to my balls. I bucked my behind and forced my lance right to the very hilt. Her lovely, tight cunt took it all and the inner muscles of her pussy caressed the buried length of my prick.
"Ah, lovely!" the Countess laughed as she wound her long, lovely legs around my naked middle.
It was easy to tell that the Countess Monique loved being impaled on my stiff, stud's prick. She eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around me as I bucked over her. She hugged me close and my swaying balls bumped and rubbed against her cunt lips as I banged away on her. Both the Countess and I were delighting in the throbbing delight we were both getting from my rampant cock as it thrust in and out of her clinging, taut cunt lips.
I redoubled my lusty efforts as I saw that the Countess was nearing the point of ecstasy. She was crying aloud in her physical delight. My shaft flashed in and out of her pussy and the thrill of her tight clinging lips made my cock throb dangerously.
Our bodies rose and fell in wild rhythm. We both murmured that we wished the act to last forever. My cock got harder as it drove faster and faster in and out of the Countess. I humped her violently.
And then I began to spew forth my hot sperm inside of the hot walls deep inside of the noble Countess' cave of love. It seemed that I spurted gallons of burning sperm inside of her. I humped her frantically as I dumped my load in her. My copious discharge of love juice seemed to ignite the Countess. She began screaming and bucking with delight as my milky jets streamed into her.
"Drench my cunt with your juice, your seed!" she cried out as she savagely tossed and clung to me. She was nearly on the point of fainting from the size of her final jetting climax.
We both bucked through the final spurts of ecstasy. The Countess and I both relished the deep thrill that my big, brutal prick had given us. Her outraged pussy lips were drenched with the dribbling mixed juices of our love climax.
Our mutual carnal appetites were momentarily appeased, so I slowly withdrew my red and throbbing prick, wet and gleaming, from her hot, clinging cunt lips. For a long time we both lay there, panting, our eyes closed, our breathing ragged, our hearts beating rapidly.
"Ah, what a potent prick you have, Charles," the Countess Monique murmured. "I have never before been so thoroughly aroused. My pussy is tingling still from the fierce jabs of that hose of yours.
"Your cunt was so wet and hot and tight. You are a skilled fucking woman, Monique. Never has my dong been so thrilled by cunt lips before!"
Her noble pussy had given my big cock lascivious thrills beyond any it had ever before experienced. Just thinking about the tingling sensations that her pussy had given me began to give my cock the returning symptoms of virility.
"Ah, Charles, see how your big cock begins to swell and grow," she purred with satisfaction.
"Just thinking about your pussy makes my dong grow excited."
"The lips of my cunt long again to suck on your long, hard cock, Charles, my boy," she laughed.
Her lovely cheeks began to flush with renewed desire. With a sigh she began to lavish my cock with hot kisses and touches. In a twinkling my pecker was up and ready again.
"See, he is ready to begin fucking again," she laughed with excitement.
I quickly took my position over her again and with a strong, eager thrust I re-penetrated her wet, noble pussy. My huge cock throbbed within the warm tunnel of her cunt. Her juices drenched it. Our bodies pressed together hotly and I began jabbing it in and out of pink pussy lips. She took my huge, naked prick impetuously, groaning with pleasure as she heaved her noble ass off the bed, driving her cunt hard against my middle, taking my lance fully into her.
My prick swelled to even greater proportions as the lips of her pussy slid up and down it.
"You are a great fuck, Charles!"
"And you are too, Monique!"
I strove fiercely, sinking my huge, wet prick deeply between the clutching lips of her pussy. My hard rod disappeared into her eager cunt and then it reappeared. In and out it thrust. I drove my shaft to the limit. It went in deep and my balls rubbed and tingle against her pussy lips and pubic hair.
The Countess heaved beneath me, nearly smothered by my weight, her senses swimming as I raped her with my giant pecker.
And then with a wild, mutual groan of delight we climaxed together. I labored over her as I ejaculated a huge flood of semen in her sex cave.
Afterwards, I withdrew.
"Oh, Charles, my pussy is tingling from your wondrous screwing!"
Some of my come was dribbling out of her love hole and it trickled down her lovely thighs. I had indeed shot a hefty wad of sperm into her!
The fucking of the beautiful Countess Monique had indeed been a sensual and voluptuous delight. I was overjoyed to have fucked so fair and lovely a noble lady. I shamelessly proposed that we meet often so that we could screw to our heart's content. She agreed happily. She said there was nothing she'd rather do than impale herself on my fucking stick.
"Your prick is as big as my horse's is," the Countess sighed as she played with my dong with artful, slender fingers. She didn't mind that it was covered with sticky come and love juice. "I've often wondered what it would be like to fuck my horse. Now I know!" she laughed.
"My cock is at your loving service, my lady," I said with a joyful smile.
"Then your cock, noble in size and girth, will see plenty of service in my loving nook!"
When I finally left her chambers I was overwhelmed by the way in which the Gods of Love had smiled upon me. Never had there been a woman who knew how to use her pussy better then the Countess. And, she meant to use it often on me. What a pleasant prospect!
CHAPTER TWO
But not even the Countess Monique de Ossory could always be correct in assessing people. I could still hear her words. She had told me that I had a good mind and knew how to control headstrong girls. The headstrong girls were her daughters ... and my pupils ... Marguarite and Marie. Marguarite, at fourteen, was the older. Marie was twelve. Both girls had the golden hair of their mother. And both had inherited their mother's beauty.
In France, girls mature early in life. This was indeed true of Marguarite and Marie. Marguarite, at fourteen, was taller, and her body was more fully developed. But Marie, at twelve, had a slim, beguiling, nicely curved body. Both girls were flirts and teases and both were very bright when they wanted to be.
During my first days as their tutor they were adorable. They behaved admirably. They learned their lessons well and gave me no trouble. Little did I know that the young girls were testing me, measuring me. After all, I truly wasn't much older than they. At seventeen, I had only three years on Marguarite, and five years on Marie. But, when we are that young, there should be quite a gap between girls of twelve and fourteen and a boy of seventeen. Even though I found both of the girls beautiful and sexually stimulating, I still considered them both too young for me. And besides, they were my pupils, and I had been assigned by the great Count Alexis de Ossory to instruct them.
I quickly began to learn the truth about the girls as I taught them their lessons in their private chambers. Formally, they had been instructed by Andre. He died of old age, he was sixty seven at his death, and I was pressed into service as the girls' tutor.
As I have said, the Countess Monique had told me that I had a good mind and knew how to control headstrong girls. I had every reason to believe that my mistress, the Countess, was correct. At first the girls behaved admirably, even though they did flirt and tease and giggle a lot. I found them both beautiful and charming.
And then I learned the truth.
I was in the midst of giving the girls their history lesson when Marie, the twelve-year-old, gave me an impish grin.
"It's going to be more fun with you as a tutor, Charles," Marie grinned.
"What do you mean, Marie?" I asked, puzzled.
"Old Andre was all right, but you are better."
"You mean Andre, your former tutor?"
"Yes. He was such an old poop!" Marie laughed.
"His bones rattled and his teeth were false and his breath reeked," Marguarite laughed.
"But he was a good tutor, wasn't he?" I asked.
"He was all right. But you will be better."
"Thank you. I shall try to be a skilled tutor for you girls."
"You shall be more than a tutor!" little Marie giggled.
"Indeed you shall!" Marguarite said, joining her younger sister in a giggling fit.
"What do you girls mean?"
"Well, Charles, you know that old broken down Andre was more than our tutor, don't you?" Marie purred as she toyed with her blond curls.
"I'm sure I don't know what you girls mean."
"Do you know how old Andre died?" Marguarite asked with a sly grin.
"Of old age?" I asked.
"No."
"He didn't die of old age? But he was sixty-seven when he passed away."
"He didn't die of old age."
"No?"
"No!"
"Then how did Andre, your former tutor, die?" I asked, greatly puzzled by the girls.
"He died of love," Marguarite smiled.
"Of love, Marguarite?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!"
"Oh, Marguarite!" Marie spat. "Why do you put things in such a roundabout way?"
"You girls have me very confused. You tell me that Andre, even though he died at sixty-seven, didn't die of old age. You say he did die of love. What do you mean when you state that the old man, your former tutor, died of love?"
"He fucked himself to death!" twelve-year-old Marie giggled.
"What!?" I cried, scandalized.
"You heard my little sister, Charles. Andre, old broken down Andre, our former tutor, fucked himself to death," Marguarite smiled.
"Here, I'll not have you young girls talking that way!" I snapped.
"Oh, Charles, what will you do about it? Spank us?" little pretty Marie smiled prettily.
I fumed and sputtered. I didn't know quite how to act. After all, I was then only seventeen years of age. I had had no experience to prepare for the way in which the pretty little noble girls were behaving. They looked so lovely and innocent in their silken and brocaded gowns. I fought for control over the two willful noble daughters.
"Charles, Marguarite and I shall tell you all about it," Marie laughed.
"Yes, we shall!" Marguarite added with a sly wink at her younger sister.
"You see, Charles, old Andre was our tutor and he was our lover, tool" Marie laughed.
"What!?" I exploded, not believing my outraged ears.
"Oh, yes, Charles, old Andre was our screwing toy!" Marie grinned.
"He was! I was only twelve and Marie only ten when we began fucking old Andre!"
"No!" I shouted. "I'll hear no more!"
"We fucked the old man all the time. He frustrated us sometimes, though. He was old and he couldn't get his cock hard enough quick enough or often enough to suit Marguarite or me," Marie said pouting prettily.
"We both love fucking. But the old boy couldn't keep up with us."
"Yes, Charles, that's true. And he had a cock that wasn't big enough to suit us, either. I'll bet yours is a lot bigger!"
"Now, girls!" I said, dizzy and confused.
"And it's true that old Andre died fucking. He was humping Marie when his heart gave out from the excitement!"
"He died with his cock in my pussy!" Marie giggled.
I was shocked and stunned.
"And darn him, I hadn't even come yet when he died! How thoughtless of him!" Marie said.
The little girl was as if disgusted that he would be so thoughtless as to die before she had experienced her climax.
"But you're young and you'll never die of fucking!" Marie added with a saucy laugh.
"With old Andre gone both Marie and I need relief from the privation we've been forced to endure, Charles. It has been a long interval since either of us has had a hard prick in our pussies."
I perceived at once that I was now the object of their lascivious thoughts. Both girls were gazing avidly at my sexual parts, clearly outlined by my tight breeches. I tried to ignore the direction in which the girls' eyes were staring. But it was no use. I am a highly sexed fellow. There, before their intent gazes, my large prick gradually increased and erected itself within the tight confines of my breeches.
"Oh look!" Marie cried out, pointing a small, slender finger at my swelling cock that was pushing out the material of my trousers. My erecting pole was making a big tent in the front of my trousers, and there was no way I could hide the fact from the avid eyes of the young girls.
I was as if frozen before the young girls in my hairy shame. Their charms and their talk and the gaze of their hot eyes had inflamed my prick and there was nothing that I could do about it. I certainly had lost control over my young girl pupils!
Both young girls advanced on me quickly, so quickly that I was unable to defend myself! The girls were both lovely and of unsurpassed loveliness. They could both easily see my hard vigorous cock pressing out the material of my trousers. I stood awkwardly and speechless before the two young girls as they drew up to me, rubbing their curvaceous young bodies against me.
Before I could say a word or protest or stop them they had cast aside part of my clothing. They had quickly uncovered and exposed my sexual parts, brawny and erect.
"Look what Charles has!" Marie cried out in joy.
"Oh, he has the prick of a horse!" Marguarite squealed happily.
"It is so large!"
"And see how mighty his swaying balls are!"
Little Marie dropped to her knees before my swaying, naked cock. She eagerly licked over the straining head of my hard prick with her little, pink tongue, laving up the seminal drops on the tip of my rigid rod.
As Marie licked over my cock with her naughty tongue, Marguarite stripped away her gown and stood before me, smiling, covered only by her silk chemise, silk stockings and pretty shoes. She had a body that was matchless in its slender-curved beauty.
Marie's tongue and lips inflamed my cock and it rose thick and red under her expert caresses.
"His balls are immense and swollen with sperm!" Marie cried joyfully to her sister from her point of vantage there on her knees before my straining cock.
"Do you want to suck the sperm out?" Marguarite asked her little sister.
"Oh, yes!" Marie answered happily.
"Then do it!" Marguarite commanded.
I was as if nothing but a sex toy for the girls. Things had now gone too far for me to stop them. They were wild things, these two young pupils of mine. I could not resist now that little Marie was intoxicating me with her lips as they sucked over my genitals.
I could feel little Marie's hands clasping my naked ass. Her fingernails dug in as she pulled me forward and my cock tip bumped against her moist, parted lips.
"Suck on his stallion cock," Marguarite urged her little sister. But the twelve-year-old needed no urging. "Ummm! His prick looks very delicious!"
Marguarite's words and Marie's lips had me in a highly excited sexual state. I was suffused with passion and my hard cock throbbed with desire as the little girl's lips sucked over it. Her tongue lapped over the tip of my swollen prick, inflaming it. My prick had now grown to immense proportions as Marie embraced it with her moist, knowing lips. As she manipulated my love-rod she toyed with me in another way-one hand held and caressed my dangling balls, full and aching with sperm.
"Oh, Marie! Don't tease Charles! Get on with it!" Marguarite urged her little sister.
The younger sister embraced my rigid rod and savored it with vigor, her lips opening wide. My prick was throbbing and burning from the sensations that her sucking lips were giving it.
Marie seemed to be enjoying herself as she ravished my huge cock with her nursing lips. My naked cock seemed to be a great attraction for her. She seemed to be drawing great pleasure from it for herself as she suckled it.
I was nearly beside myself with the joy the young girl was giving me with her educated lips. And then I could restrain myself no longer and I began to feel my cock throbbing as it jetted forth its finish. I came in her lovely young mouth. A veritable flood of hot white jets shot between her lips as the prick jerked and jerked. The girl swallowed quickly every drop that I deposited within her sucking mouth. But I let loose such a flood of sticky sperm that she could not swallow all of it. Spurt after spurt shot into her clinging mouth and some of it dribbled out of her grinding lips. Her head bobbed with rapidity and she would not let go of my spurting shaft. I soaked her throat with my semen as my prick continue to spew forth glorious hot jets.
Finally my pecker wept its last drop in the young girl's clinging lips and I withdrew it. It was still swollen. It was flaming red and was slick and wet from the wet pleasures the little girl had given it. I didn't care any longer that she was such a young girl and that she was my pupil, given into my trust. I didn't care! I now care only for physical pleasure. I knew that my two young and beautiful pupils meant to use me coarsely, and I meant to let them!
As I withdrew my red and swollen pecker from Marie's clinging lips Marguarite laughed and clapped her little hands.
"Oh, well done, Marie!" she cried happily. She had been standing nearby, her eager eyes not missing a moment of the sucking love that the twelve-year-old's lips had given my straining cock.
Though I secretly hated myself, I nevertheless was willing to let the young and fascinating girls have their erotic and noble way with me. I was low-born, and they were high-born, and together it seemed we would degrade ourselves. I wondered what secret vices these girls harbored, and I wondered what acts of sensual lust and what debauched and dissolute exploits lay ahead.
All three of us were now naked. Both sisters gazed with hot eyes upon my huge stiffened prick. It stood out in front of me like some monstrous spear. And now it was the older sister's turn to have her pleasure with me. She lay on her back and smiled at me invitingly.
"Come fuck my hot cunt, Charles!" she cried.
"Yes, go stick your big prick in her, Charles!" Marie urged me.
Marguarite lay there on her back and her attitude was one of lascivious waiting. Her eyes devoured my stiff, red prick. She parted her milky thighs, exposing her privates to my eyes. I looked eagerly and saw the lovely blond curling hair that tangled round her pussy lips. Her pussy lips were pink and parted and wet with love juice. I could see the flaming red slit clearly and my cock throbbed to jab into it.
"Come Charles. Give me that big horse cock of yours!"
I moved over her and her excited hands moved caressingly over the hard thrust of my prick. I rubbed the head of my prick over her parted pussy lips and she groaned. Her eyes were shining with lust and her loins were ready. She held my glistening cock firmly and drew it toward the hot slit.
I moved forward and mounted on her naked body. She parted her wet pussy lips and guided my big prick into the wet furrow. I gave a hard jab, she bucked her ass up, and my stiff column disappeared right into the cunt of the young girl. I took her with heavy beats, thrusting my member violently in and out of her hot chamber of love.
My cock completely filled her tight pussy chamber. It was wet and sticky and my cock flashed in and out with savage speed. The girl wormed her hips and met every thrust of my raping cock with an answering jab of her own pussy.
And then I let loose a hot and wet ejaculation into her pussy. She cried out as she climaxed joyfully. When we were through I withdrew my slippery prick. It was dripping with mixed love juices.
"Bravo!" little Marie cried as I pulled my cock out of her older sister's cunt lips.
The little sister wanted more. I felt momentarily spent. She knew what to do and enjoyed doing it. There was the little girl with her face between my thighs again. She pushed her older sister aside on the bed so that she could get at my spent prick. Her avid lips parted and her caressing lips sucked on the slick cock. Up and down her mouth bobbed over my spent spear. She seemed overcome with delight as she loved my prick once more with her talented lips. I put my hand on her bobbing head and urged her on. The motion of her clinging lips made me excited and my penis again began to grow. She was able once more to accommodate its gigantic size in her mouth as she relished and savored it with a wet sucking sound.
My prick grew harder and hotter in the little girl's clinging lips and then finally it grew to its full size again. I was abandoned to her lips. The young girl continued to suckle until she was satisfied that I was fully ready for combat once more. Then she extricated my dick from her wet mouth and grinned up at me.
"I'd like to again taste the delicious deluge that pours from your cock, Charles. But this time rather than taste the drops of your semen in my mouth, I want it to fill my pussy to overflowing," the twelve-year-old said with semen-wet, smiling lips.
"My little sister is a cock-sucking fool!" Marguarite laughed.
"I am!" Marie admitted. "But no more cock-sucking for the present! I want to hump Charles!"
"Hump him then, Marie. He has a big prick and it fills you up. I thought he was going to kill my pussy with it. Fuck him!"
The little girl impetuously took my wet, hard prick in the fist of her little hand.
"Yes, Charles. I'm going to put your big prick in me!"
I was too overcome to say a word. I couldn't wait to slide my straining cock into the sweet pussy of the noble little girl. The young girl eyed my hard prick and her lips parted. Words tumbled forth, hot and lustful in meaning. Her eyes gleamed and her nostrils flared and her cheeks flushed. Her lovely, curved body, developed way beyond her tender years, trembled with uncontrolled impulses and her soft, creamy thighs parted, eager with desire. Her eyes were gleaming with the languor of voluptuous need. I kissed her firm, naked breasts, and bit on her nipples.
"Oh, suck and bite my tits!" the little girl squealed.
I showered kisses and bites over her bouncing tits and my tongue licked over her sweet, stiff nipples. I couldn't wait until I finally violated her delicious young pussy.
The young girl crawled over me and she lavished hot caresses and kisses on my trembling body. My hands went delicately over her warm, soft flesh. Her hands found my genitals, strong and throbbing and swollen. She toyed with my swelling balls, making me toss beneath her. She was a charming tease.
"I want that bull-prick of yours!" Marie cried.
She climbed over me, spread her neat thighs and then lowered herself down on me as I lay there on my back. She grabbed my prick and stuck it into her cunt. Her cunt sank down, down and then it was fully buried within the little girl. She heaved up and down over me, her cunt lips, hot and clinging and wet, trailing caresses as it slid up and down on my arching pole. She humped over me, taking me, impaling herself on my stiff cock.
My hard cock sank deep into her melting cunt as she jammed her pussy up and down on it. And then my cock filled her pussy with hot come-juice and the young girl cried out her pleasure. My large and vigorous prick dumped a big load in the young girl's cave of love. All the while, Marguarite's eager eyes were watching us.
The little sister climbed off of me and my spent cock, slick and flaming, drooped. As the little sister climbed off, freeing my spent prick from her cunt lips, her older sister came crawling after me and began to tongue-lash my balls and the channel of my ass avidly, driving me nearly wild with bizarre thrills.
The two girl pupils gave me, their tutor, a lesson that day. Between them they used me to suit their lusty wills. The thrills that they gave me were unspeakable. When finally, with a sore and spent prick I left my girl pupils, I knew that I was no longer their master. I knew that I could not resist them. When we parted, kissing and feeling each others bodies, we made vows that we would forget the books and the lessons and could concentrate instead on screwing.
I had thought that I could easily handle a fourteen year old girl and her twelve year old sister. I had been wrong. Now the girls were free of my restraints and I knew that no daring sexual inclination would be overlooked by them. They had me in their power.
CHAPTER THREE
So now I, Charles Luynes, a low-born servant, was the lover of the three noble feminine members of the powerful Count Alexis de Ossory's family. I could scarcely believe what had come to pass. But, because of my station in life, and even though I was a lover of noble women, I was still a servant. I existed now solely as the servant of the sexual needs of the Countess Monique and her two lovely daughters. The physical delights that I had with Countess Monique and her two daughters, Marie and Marguarite, were like a drug on my senses. For the moment, I gave no thought of the morrow.
I knew I had no choice but to serve the girls and the Countess. If I rebelled or failed them in any way I knew that the lash and the dungeon would await me. I was not the master of my fate, but then no one born as lowly as I ever is.
I became, through my intimacies with the girls and their beautiful mother, more fully aware of bestial vices of the Royalty and noblemen. There was nothing to stop people of their high calling from indulging their every whim. And if it suited their whim to use a being such as I as their sex toy, I had no choice other then obeying. Nobles generally affect a haughty and imperious air. They are insolent and cruel toward people from my low walk of life. They expect and get as a matter of course the spirit of respectful submission from beings such as I. They could give me any command, no matter how degrading, and I had to instantly obey.
I must state that I cannot conceive of any girls or women born into the same low estate as I ever acting in the manner of the Countess or her girls.
Low-born women do not have the means or the time to develop a taste for the wild vices that noble women do ... or noblemen, too, for that matter.
This became more and more clear to me. I was just finishing a three hour teaching session with the girls. In truth, I had not so much as opened a book to teach the girls. We had spent the three hours screwing. Now, at the end of the session, the girls were nearly through indulging themselves with me.
The older girl, Marguarite, was whispering lascivious suggestions in my ears as she manipulated and stimulated me. She took my swollen prick and pushed it into her little sister's passion-wet cunt. She stroked and caressed my bucking as I pumped my big prick into her little sister. Then, as I screwed the little girl, the older girl knelt between my thighs and squeezed and licked my balls as they banged against her sister's young cunt. This tongue treatment caused me to shoot my hot spurts deep inside the little girl's furry hole.
I withdrew my enormous prick. It still, miraculously, was in a state of flaming red erection. Marguarite never seemed to tire of playing with my phallic protuberance. She delighted in its huge length and girth. She fingered and fondled my balls and my cock to her heart's delight.
"Some day, Charles, I will have to fuck my horse to see if he's as big and as good as you are," Marguarite laughed.
"No horse's cock is as big as Charles'!" Marie giggled.
I settled over Marguarite and Marie lay close by our side, watching us with a lovely, flushed face. My pecker, hot and stiff, pushed insistently against her pussy lips. Her wet, pink cunt lips opened, yielded, and my huge cock glided into her. She cried out in pleasure and pain as my gigantic prick filled her tight cunt.
"Ah, Charles," Marguarite murmured beneath me as my cock slammed in and out of her wet trench, "ah, go, give me all! Thrust it hard into me! Yea! It is so very big and it fills my pussy to bursting!"
I thrust in and out of her and my vigorous loins slammed down. Her belly slapped up against mine as we panted and sobbed in the delight of our fucking. The pleasure of my prick sliding in and out of her pussy lips increased with each thrust and it wasn't long until we were both caught up in the hot thrill of finished bliss. The orgasm was terrific. I could not stop even though I had spurted my last. She cried out, asking me to halt, but I could not. I tried to bury my cock in her clinging pussy, all the way up to my balls.
The lick of little Marie's tongue on my ass channel and my balls urged me on and once again I shot a fury of my seed into Marguarite's cunt.
I drenched her innards with a fountain of sperm.
And then, after three hours of general debauchery with the two girls, I took my shaky leave of them. The two young and lovely creatures led me into orgy after orgy in the privacy of their chambers. They were thoroughly depraved girls and I wondered how I managed to keep them satisfied.
I wandered down to my dank, humble quarters and thereupon met up with young Jean-Paul. Jean-Paul was a boy of my age, as tall and as strongly built as I was.
"Your linens are stained, Charles," Jean-Paul laughed as I sat across from him at the rough wooden table.
"It's nothing," I said, blushing.
"Nothing, Charles?" Jean-Paul laughed.
"Nothing," I repeated stupidly.
"You must take more care, Charles, less you be found out by the Duke or the Countess."
"What do you mean?"
"Your two pupils fucked old Andre, their last tutor, to death."
"You know that?" I said, surprised.
"Indeed I do. And from the sight of you I am certain that those two girls are intent on fucking you to death, too."
"I am their tutor!" I said, flaming with indignation, trying to conceal my shame at being found out.
"Yes, Charles. You are their tutor ... and their fucker, too!" Jean-Paul laughed. "Do not try to hide the fact that you are screwing Marie and Marguarite from me. I know all about it. You see, the girls told me."
"But how? When?" I sputtered.
"I have been fucking the two of them for several months now, Charles."
"But how could you, a groom, make love to such noble born girls?"
"You can do it, so why can't I?" Jean-Paul said with a wink. "The girls go riding a lot, and often I go riding with them. We find a secluded spot in the woods and then we screw to our heart's content. They are passionate girls!"
"Indeed they are. So, you know?"
"Yes, Charles, I know."
"And the girls told you that they are fucking with me, Jean-Paul?"
"Ah, yes! They said that until they had you they thought that I had the biggest pecker in the world. Yours must be a giant, Charles, because I am considered a stud."
"I have been told that I have a horse's cock."
"If yours is like a horse's cock, then mine must be like a pony's by comparison," Jean-Paul laughed. "I thought I ought to warn you. The girls are planning on getting the two of us together for a fucking party."
"Well, why not?" I said.
"If that's what they wish, then that's the way it will be, correct?"
"Correct, Jean-Paul. We have no choice. We are servants."
"Still, Charles, you must admit that our fate isn't the worst of fates. Those two girls have pussies of hot honey!"
I left Jean-Paul when I was told that Countess Monique wanted to see me.
"Ah, Charles," the Countess Monique smiled as I entered her bedchambers.
"Good morrow, Monique," I murmured.
"I'm sorry that I have been neglecting you, my boy. But my duties have prevailed. Now I am free once more and the Duke is away on a trip with one of his mistresses."
"Mistress?" I questioned the beautiful Countess.
"Oh, yes, Charles. My husband, the Count, cannot be kept in one stall. He enjoys sampling lots of pussies, and France abounds with pussies willing to be sampled by the Count," she laughed.
"This does not anger you?"
"No. I understand the nature of the Count. And what care I? I have you to satisfy me. How can I cast ugly words on my husband when I sin just as freely as he does?"
"It doesn't seem like sin."
"No, it doesn't seem that way to me, either, Charles."
"Then it isn't."
"Excellent. You have a healthy attitude. And how are you faring with my daughters?"
"Fine."
"You do not find them a problem?"
"No."
"They do not cause you trouble?"
"No."
"Then they are behaving and are learning their lessons well?"
"Yes," I lied.
"Good. Old Andre seemed to have difficulty driving lessons into their pretty heads. I'm glad they obey you and learn their lessons from you."
"The girls are no problem, Monique."
"I am glad that they pose no problem for you, Charles. And their mother? Does she pose a problem for you?"
"She poses a problem only when she is not in my presence."
"Aren't you the sweet one," she smiled, pleased with my flattery.
"I cannot get enough of you."
"You can't? Well, then, I must take care of you, Charles," she smiled sweetly. "My thighs are very willing to part for you."
"And my prick swells in its love for your cunt."
"Ah! That is wonderful!"
Monique now held my hard and swollen prick in her caressing hand. She could barely close her hand around my monstrous erection.
"You shall enjoy me many times, Charles. My pussy yearns for that big cock of yours."
She seized me and we tumbled onto the bed and were instantly naked, our bodies rubbing excitedly together.
I held her supple nakedness close and fitted myself between her wide spread thighs. Without another moment's pause I rushed my huge cock at her private parts. Monique assisted me by more widely parting her willing thighs. She took hold of my onrushing prick and moved it to the moist entrance. I penetrated.
"Ah, that is wonderful, Charles! Oh, I love the way you fuck me!" I'd like you to screw me every waking moment of every day. Ummm, give it to me! Give more--more of that big, wonderful prick! Oh, that's it! Push in all the way! Yes! Harder, faster! Ah! Yes, yes, that's real fucking! You know how to do it and you're so big you fill my hot pussy to bursting! Yes, yes, please suck on my nipples! Oh, I love that! Ah, ahhh!"
I worked over her like a piston and she heaved her ass around wildly, giving the both of us extra thrills. My sturdy cock sped in and out of her clinging hole. It was clear that Monique relished my fierce, huge prick. She enjoyed making luxurious love to it.
She was completely impaled on my stiff shaft and she gave herself to me with complete, lusty abandon. Her technique was better than her daughters', but then she had had more experience. It was too much and soon a veritable flood of come-juice spurted from my pole and bathed the deep cave into which it was throbbing its come.
"Oh, your magnificent cock, your magnificent cock," she purred as I slid my spent member out of her hot, wet, pussy chamber. A glow of satisfied delight spread over her flushed, lovely face as the final ripples of come subsided.
Our intimacy had been going on for weeks, and we never seemed to tire of fucking one another. I decided to give Monique a treat. I hungered to be at her pussy lips again, but my cock was temporarily limp. I knew other ways. I parted her thighs and imparted long, wet, burning kisses over her hot slit. She cried out and heaved under my kissing lips and digging tongue. She clenched her teeth and dug her long, polished nails into the pillows as I laved her slit. My lips and stiff tongue worked deeply in her cunt cavern and very quickly I gave her a hot, shattering release.
"I loved that, Charles. Your tongue in my pussy made me hot with thrills. But I want your cock in there. My cunt is nice and creamy-shall we call it fucking-cock-cream?" she laughed.
She toyed happily and greedily with my fast erecting pecker, cooing over it. Finally my fucking stick was again reentering her throbbing pussy. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the enjoyment of fucking the noble lady. And she did likewise.
I sank my unruly cock slowly into her hot tunnel, to its long, utmost extent. I then began to pump it in and out of her slippery, clinging cunt.
"Thrust that incredible cock into me faster and faster," Monique cried out.
I bucked my hips faster, and her own lovely hips answered my increasing rhythm. I drove my penis in and out of her cunt lips. The creamy lips of her cunt clung wetly to my jabbing pole and bathed it in hot, wet juices. My potent shaft, well lubricated, plunged in and out, and from time to time I would nearly pull its huge gleaming head all the way out of her pussy to tease her all the more. She loved it. It was delicious. Pleasure began to swarm more sweetly over us as we fucked our inspired hearts out. And then all at once my boiling flood of hot sperm splashed out and I deposited the creamy fluid within the noblewoman.
The lips of her cunt milked every last drop of my seminal fluid from my spasming cock. It was only after I had nothing left that she permitted me to withdraw my big lance from her slick pussy. When I withdrew it, it was going limp and was slick with love-juice, completely covered and glistening.
"You are the best fuck in the world, Charles," Monique said in honest appreciation.
"It is not I who am the best fuck in the world, Monique. It is you. I am only competent because you are a fabulous lay."
"Ah, Charles, sweet, Charles," she murmured as she kissed my lips, inserting her knowing tongue deep into my mouth.
"I wish I never had to leave your bed, fairest Monique."
"And I, Charles, wish you could forever bury your hard cock within my love nook."
"No one can do it like you, Monique."
"I've never had a bigger or harder prick in me. Yours is the best, Charles. Ah, I love it. Nobody has ever fucked me and taken me higher into paradise than you. I love that wonderful big prick of yours, my boy. You are more of a man than grown men are. My husband's is so much smaller than yours. Compared to you, my husband knows nothing of fucking."
I was pleased by the way she was praising me. I was feverish for her again. In truth, there was nothing more desirable in the world than an excellent lay, and the Countess Monique was excellent. Laying her made my otherwise dreary life, her daughters notwithstanding, seem bright and rewarding.
"Monique, there is no woman in France who can match you," I said as I kissed her avidly and ran my eager hands over her luscious body. Her nipples were hard and erect and she began moaning.
"Oh, Charles, you've been so good. Now I shall give you a treat, just as you gave me one."
"But I'm not ready."
"Do not worry, my boy. I will make you ready in the most delightful way," she smiled.
She lay by me and began playing with my still limp tool.
"Your prick will get stiff quickly. It needs so little help."
She greedily grabbed my big, limp prick and began to message it with her fingers, artfully.
"Ah, that feels good," I sighed.
"It will soon feel much better," she cooed.
She fondled my slowly hardening prick with her artful, slender fingers. It felt wonderful. She had an expert's touch. I willingly and happily let her close her warm fist around my stiffening rod. She messaged it very slowly, smiling at me, staring into my eyes with pleasure as she saw my face reddening and heard my breath coming in short gasps.
Then she slowly, tentatively, put her moist, painted lips around the tip of it and slowly took some of my rising rod into her mouth, suckling. She began to suck noisily on the bulging head of my hardening cock. She seemed to love having my hot, pulsating hardening prick between her nursing lips.
As she sucked tentatively over the head of my cock, I slipped my hands down and began to feel her full, firm, swaying breasts. I loved to fondle her tits. They were the most perfectly formed cones that I had ever held. She seemed to grow more and more excited and she sucked away at my throbbing prick, now fully erect, with increasing speed. She tried to consume all of its great length and girth. It was an impossible task, but she knelt with fervor to her loving task.
I began to move my hips with rhythm, as if I were fucking her between those glorious lips. Her head bobbed in rhythm. The tempo increased. She was now as strongly aroused as I was. Sucking on my cock seemed to drive her to great heights of pleasure, and she took me along with her.
As my stiff tool slid rapidly in and out between her red lips she began to lick it with her tongue. And her teeth grated over my sensitive flesh, driving me nearly out of my mind. I moved my prick in and out of her bobbing lips with speed and she seemed pervaded by pleasure as she sucked my moving prick, now deep in her mouth.
I grasped her head and held it near as I blew all that I had into her grasping mouth. She held onto my pulsing rod, swallowing every drop that I could give. She didn't let go of my prick until it had become quite soft in her mouth. Then she slowly let her wet, red, lips slide up and off of my now spent cock. She kissed the head of it wetly, and licked the last drops from its tip. It was now limp and covered with her red lipstick. She giggled when she saw that she had painted it with her noble lips.
"Ah, Charles, see how colorful your proud prick is now!"
"It is all red!"
"Yes. My lipstick has painted it a rosy color! Do you like the shade?"
"Indeed I do!"
"Ah, I shall paint it often as the days go by, my boy. I love to suck on it. It gives me great pleasure."
"It gives me pleasure, too, Monique."
"That I know. I even love to drink the juice of your love-stick when you pour it forth. Ah, heaven knows why I love the taste so much. It isn't sweet, but by God, I do love it."
"Then you shall have every drop that I can spare," I laughed.
"Charles, you are so very good to me," she teased.
"I owe you my devotion, my lady. Whatever you want, you shall have of me."
"Good! I will want many things often of you, Charles. You are a fine boy. And you are fucking fool with great skill. Nowhere is there an equal to your great prick or your marvelous swaying balls!"
"You go too far, Monique," I laughed.
"You are mine, and never forget it."
"I shall not."
"I shall have you severely punished if I ever discover that you are untrue to me."
"I shall never betray your trust," I lied.
"You had better not."
Her voice had a fierce edge. I was for the moment very frightened. Suppose she should discover that I was fucking her two daughters? That would be the end for me, I knew. I would have to be careful, very careful. But how could I be careful when I had to give the bewitching, oversexed girls lessons daily? My position was a difficult one, but it was certainly one that would be the envy of any man with spunk in his cock.
I knew I had no choice. I had to continue fucking this noble lady and her two noble daughters. There was no way out ... indeed, to be foolish ... there was no way out, there was only a way in. And into the mother and her two daughters I knew my prick would continue to speed. If I were found out ... then that would be the end of me. The trick was to have them all and not let Monique know. It would be a challenge, but a hot and delightful one. I was not too frightened. I was more overwhelmed by the prospect of being able to lay three such lovely females.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a clear, sunny day and as I sat out front of the stables I enjoyed the day's warmth. Three of us sat and chatted with Jean-Paul. Present were Louis, George, Jean-Paul and myself. We were avidly discussing the recent events. We had just heard of the storming of the Tuileries. This event was like a thunderclap in our lives. We all felt that it signaled the eventual fall of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. We had all seen first-hand how the storming of the Tuileries had upset the nobles. We speculated that the nobles felt that finally the King and royalty were being threatened with overthrow. None of us was sure just what such a thing would mean for us. After all, we were of the lower class and a government ruled by royalty held us in our places. But, if a true republic were to take the place of royalty, why then we would be free men, free to challenge our own futures, unfettered by the bonds of nobles.
"The King has been very weak. He has let Marie Antoinette run riot," Jean-Paul said.
"It is interesting to speculate about," I said. "The prestige that Louis XV lost has never been recovered by Louis XVI. In the beginning things looked very promising for our King. He was young and good where Louis XV had been old and vile. And he brought with him a Queen who was young and beautiful to take the place of the horde of mistresses that surround Louis XV."
"That is right," George said. "Do you remember how he dismissed all of the unpopular Ministers when he became King? Perhaps that is a key to the King's troubles."
"How is that?" Jean-Paul asked.
"Well, when Louis XVI dismissed the old Ministers and replaced them with new ones-well, I believe it was then that the popularity of Ministers began to be a matter of importance. And see now how the Ministers are causing the King so much trouble? The people pay attention to the Ministers. Before, they did not."
"That is an interesting thought," I said, pondering what George had said. It was a cogent observation, one that had never occurred to me.
"Think about the situation of the King," said George. He was by far the most intellectual of us. He surpassed me when it came to abstract thought or political theory, even though I had far more learning than he. He continued: "When our King took the throne his government was popular with the people. But fashionable society disliked him. We have all seen fashionable society close at hand," he smiled.
"Yes," said Jean-Paul. "They are dissolute in morals, elegant in manners but truly pagan at heart."
"Exactly," said George. "We know by observing the Duke and his noble friends that they had never had any respect, affection or allegiance to the King. They always say that he is not intelligent nor elegant. They say that he is clumsy and shortsighted."
"Do you thing that this will all lead to a Revolution?" Louis asked.
"One can never tell," I said.
"I have a feeling that eventually the very worst will befall the King and Queen," George said.
"You think that they will be overthrown?"
George never got a chance to answer this question. Privately he later told me that he thought that a Revolution was in the wind, and that the final chaos was not far off. How right he turned out to be!
The reason why George never finished with an answer, and the reason why our discussion was interrupted, was simple. As we four servants sat chatting in front of the stable, up strolled the Countess' daughters, Marguarite and Marie.
As a sidelight I should state, before going on, that the four of us were quite unlike most servants. We had all taken the trouble to educate ourselves, and we were all always well informed. In another kind of society, all four of us would quickly escape the servant class. But, that is of no matter here.
As I said, up strolled Marguarite and Marie, looking glowingly lovely in their riding costumes. As we four servants boys saw the noble daughters of the Count approaching, we dropped our discussion. Our first duty was to the Count's daughters. What they wished we had to carry out.
"Ah," smiled Marguarite, "look, Marie, the four scholars are together."
"Oh," laughed little Marie, "they are probably discussing the future of the world. They have such big brains for servants."
Even in their laughter one could detect their haughty attitude. The girls held us four servant boys to be far below them, and their attitude was one of veiled contempt. This was customary, and we boys lived with it; we considered it normal, and did not question it when in their presence. We knew that the girls considered us mere toys with which to have their pleasure.
"We wish to go riding," Marguarite said.
"Yes. Jean-Paul, go fetch our horses," Marie smiled.
We watched as Jean-Paul strode toward the stable. As he did, the two lovely young girls put their heads together and had a quick, whispered conversation. Then Marguarite spoke up. She called to Jean-Paul, just before he entered the stable.
"Jean-Paul!"
"Yes?" he said, stopping and turning toward the noble girl.
"Marie and I have decided that we would like company on our ride. We desire you four boys to accompany us. Bring out our horses, and bring out four more horses, so that you boys can ride with us."
"Yes, I shall do that at once," Jean-Paul said with respect and obedience. He bowed and ran into the stables.
"You boys will come with us," little Marie commanded.
The three of us remaining before the beautiful young sisters said that it was a great honor to be permitted to accompany them on a ride. Our statements pleased the willful girls.
The prospect of riding pleased me secretly. It was seldom I got the opportunity. The Count's estate covered 435 acres of beautiful wooded land. It was a pleasure to ride through his rolling woods. We all saddled up and rode off into the woods, trotting along the dirt trail, in the company of the elegantly costumed girls.
"It is lovely to have boys along for a trot, isn't it?" Marie asked her older sister.
"Yes, it is. Boys are very handy."
Both girls giggled. They had their plan. We all suspected that their plan included playing around and having their way with us. I remembered that Jean-Paul had told me that the girls had said that they wanted to have an orgy with him and me. This would be even better for the girls. Instead of two boys, they had four at their lusty command.
We rode on under the sheltering trees for half an hour. Finally the girls pulled their horses into a secret grassy dell that was hidden by trees and bushes from the dirt trail. I had never seen this lovely, secluded spot before, but it was obvious that the girls knew all about it.
We all dismounted. The girls giggled and then Marie turned to me.
"You see how big our horses' peckers are?" she teased as her little hand reached up and fondled the horse's pig pecker. "You are equally as big, aren't you, Charles?"
"I have not measured myself in the presence of a horse," I smiled.
My answer delighted the girls, and they laughed heartily. .
"Do you boys know that Charles is hung like a horse?" Marguarite asked, laughing.
"We haven't peeked in Charles' drawers lately," George grinned.
"Oh!" Marie laughed, and her sister joined her laughter.
We four boys stood uncomfortably before the playful young girls. We knew what lay in store for us. But we could do nothing until the girls told us what to do. That is the way it was.
"Come lads," said Marguarite. "Uncover your dicks so that Marie and I can see how well you compare with each other. We hope you are all close to the equal of Charles. He is the equal of any horse, and Marie and I admire horses' cocks!" She laughed, enjoying her game hugely.
The four of us boys quickly entered the spirit of things. We quickly uncovered our pricks, as the two lusty, willful young girls had ordered. The girls could tell, with a quick glance, that their talk, beauty and actions had stimulated all four of us. The condition of all four of us was clear: all four of our pricks were long and hard and thick with sexual excitement. The girls, gazing on our hard and swollen dicks, giggled with pleasure, flushed, and I believe that both of them nearly swooned of excitement.
The girls were defiantly triumphant in the fact that all the boys standing, with their pricks uncovered, were ready with extreme hard-ons.
"Undress, boys, and get naked!" little, beautiful Marie commanded. We quickly complied and stood before the girls, naked, our rods ready and hard, swaying before us.
"Look," Marie said. "See, Marguarite, Charles' cock is the biggest!"
"And Jean-Paul's is next in hugeness!" the older sister giggled.
"George and Louis are equal of each other. Their cocks are big and hard. And even though they are diminutive when compared to Charles' and Jean Paul's, they are nevertheless big and brawny and they will be able to give much pleasure!"
It was true that my dick was the biggest, but it wasn't truly that much greater than Jean-Paul's; he was a stud, indeed! George and Louis had great cocks, also, much greater than normal. If Jean-Paul and I hadn't stood there with our enormous swaying cocks, then George and Louis would have been praised for the bigness of their own pricks. But nature doesn't make all men equal.
The girls chanted their admiration of our four big, naked, hard dicks.
"You are good boys," Marguarite said. "My sister and I shall treat you well," she laughed. "You are in the company of pretty girls in my sister and I, and we shall let you bask in our beauty!"
With that both girls stripped away their elegant garments and then all six of us stood in the grassy dell, naked. The charm and loveliness of the young girls' bodies was overwhelming. We were indeed four fortunate servant boys in that we were permitted to gaze upon their noble beauty.
The girls' eyes shown brightly and happily, and their beautiful faces were flushed with passionate luster. Their jutting breasts swayed and rose and fell bewitchingly as they breathed heavily in their excitement of being surrounded by four naked, hard-on cocks. Their beauty had a heating effect on us four boys. Our cocks grew even harder.
The girls stood teasingly before us, neither drawing near nor allowing us to draw near to them. They spoke to us with passion-they spoke of love and fucking with enjoyment and without restraint, using the common dialect of the French tongue. They let their shining eyes roam over our naked bodies, and they teased us with lewd glances, lewd smiles and lewd words. Their exquisite naked bodies taunted us.
We, as servants, were controlled by the will of our masters, and in this case, our mistresses. We had to follow their example, no matter how base. The wonder of the delightful naked charms of the two noble girls inflamed our libidinous inclinations. We exhibited our hard-ons openly and proudly and praised the beauty of the girls. This greatly pleased the teasing girls. Their eyes blazed with desire. We were suffering the taunting of their full blaze of loveliness, naked loveliness. Even I, who had spent so many secret hours fucking these two girls, was nearly out of my mind in my desire for the young sisters. The girls gazed longingly and avidly at our four gigantic members.
"Ah, you four are indeed men!" Marie cried out happily.
"Yes," Marguarite seconded. "Yes, all four of you are worthy of the admiration of women!"
The girls continued to stand away from us boys, teasing us. They gazed around at us and we knew that they were as equally excited as we were in our indecent conditions of sexual exposure and arousal. The girls were revelling in the fact that they were surrounded by four stiff, flagrantly exposed pricks.
"Come closer, boys," Marie said in an excited voice.
We moved in close to the sisters, lovely and naked and glowing. We stood around them. Our huge cocks thrust out forward as we moved close to them. Our balls swayed, hard and full of the sperm that we all four wished to squirt into the sweet pussies of the noble sisters.
It seemed that the girls could not tease us much longer, for, in truth, they were teasing themselves as well. They eagerly eyed our naked hard-ons and their moist, painted lips parted as they whispered lustful words to us. Their breasts, firm and lovely with pink-tipped, hard nipples, rose and fell quickly with their rapid, excited breathing. Their nostrils were dilated and their cheeks were flushed and their .eyes, shining, were half-lidded with passionate desire.
"Come, play with us, boys!" Marguarite said with a soft, trembling voice.
We crowded round the sisters, our naked brawny bodies rubbing against their soft, firm, naked beauty, our hard cocks bumping into them from all sides.
Our big hands ran over the beautiful curves of the sisters and they sighed with pleasure. We covered their bodies with hot kisses, working over their naked, swaying breasts with raging pleasure. We showered their swaying, firm tits with kisses and we licked over them with our tongues and we nibbled on their hard, sweet, pink and stiffened nipples.
We all complied with gusto and pleasure, and the girls enjoyed having eight hands caressing their bodies and four eager lips kissing them intimately. We could hardly wait until the moment we would be invading their high-born, delicious cunts. Our servant cocks throbbed and pulsated as they waited, hard and ready; we could not wait until our cocks would be buried in their lovely cunts; we all wanted to jet our sperm in their wet slits.
The girls were beside themselves with sexual joy. We boys had four hard cocks amongst us and the girls had four pretty hands. Their four hands eagerly took possession of our four hard pricks and they played with them, held them, massaged them, giving great pleasure to us boys.
"Oh, isn't this lovely!" Marie cooed as kisses and hands covered her body and her sister's body. "We are surrounded by a glorious sea of rough, hard pricks! It is wonderful!"
"It is! It is!" Marguarite cried excitedly. "Let us fuck two of them right now!"
"Yes, yes!" Marie cried.
"Charles and Jean-Paul fuck us first, because they have the biggest cocks!" Marguarite said passionately. "I get Charles," she said, staring lustily at me.
"But I want Charles!" Marie said petulantly.
"No, I do!" His cock is biggest! I get it because I am older!"
"Oh, all right," Marie said, disappointed.
"Come, Charles, you fuck me!" Marguarite laughed.
"And you, Jean-Paul, you fuck me!" Marie whispered with passion.
We lay in the soft, lush grass, my body covering Marguarite's lovely form, Jean-Paul's covering Marie's luscious young body. The girls' arms and legs encircled our bodies, drawing us down on to them. We fell on the beautiful girls eagerly, our cocks straining and ready.
We kissed fiercely, lips grinding, tongues darting and clashing passionately. We gasped and murmured as we rubbed our four naked and heated bodies together. We were all prime and ready to gratify our mutual lust.
I shoved my hard cock into Marguarite's willing slit at the same moment that Jean-Paul rammed his swollen lance into young Marie's eager pussy. I cannot account for Jean-Paul's activity for I was very busy. I do know that he was fucking Marie with fury and pleasure.
I slid my cock into Marguarite slowly and teasingly. In and out my powerful rod smashed, penetrating heavily between her wet pussy lips.
"Ah, good!" Marguarite cried.
"Fuck me hard!" Marie urged Jean-Paul.
She heaved and circled her lush bottom beneath me as I drove my dick in and out more and more rapidly.
The sisters were joyfully fucking us. They were both impaled on our stiff, slick pricks.
Our cocks were speeding in and out of their tight, hot cunts. Both girls knew how to use their internal muscles and both Jean-Paul and I jabbed with greater fury into the girl's dripping wet pussies.
"I love your big cock!" Marguarite sobbed as I banged her furiously.
"I'm coming, coming!" Marie cried.
"I'm coming, too!" Marguarite moaned.
I splashed my milky sperm into her hotly, deeply and cursed as I did. All four of us were finishing together in a fury of sensual abandon.
"More!" little Marie cried as Jean-Paul withdrew his softening, dripping cock from her hot, wet, reddish slit.
"More for me, too!" Marguarite sighed as I took my slick tool from her hot box.
George slammed his hard cock into Marie at the same moment that Louis inserted his rigid rod in Marguarite's wet pussy. Jean-Paul and I stood by and watched as they humped the beautiful sisters.
The sisters jammed their sperm-slick pussies up and down at the boys' cocks. They fucked with fury. The four seemed intoxicated with pleasure. In and out their hard pricks dove. We watched their cocks go deep in, all the way in to the balls, then withdraw swiftly, all the way to the tip. The girls clung to them, their long legs wrapped around the boys' waists, their arms encircled the boys' necks. The girls heaved their asses wildly as they slammed their hips up wildly at the down-slamming boys. And then screams and curses mixed as they came in unison.
The girls could not get enough. I took little Marie, worming my prick into her soaking pussy, and Jean-Paul drove his cock into Marguarite's hot and wet cunt. Both Jean-Paul and I were greatly excited as we took these two juicy girls. Obviously George and Louis could not wait until we finished screwing the sisters. As we screwed them with fury, George and Louis knelt close to the sisters' faces.. George crouched by Marguarite and Louis crouched by Marie. The girls turned their heads and their lips sought the boys' hard cocks as meanwhile they continued to fuck Jean-Paul and me with inspired movements.
Marguarite took George's hard cock with her wet, straining lips and she sucked on it with passion as she continued to worm her hips furiously up and down against Jean-Paul's hips. Marie's hot, red lips lustily sucked in Louis's swollen cock. The boys bucked their hips with quick rhythm as they fucked the girls in their mouths. All the while Jean-Paul and I continued to lash the girls' slick, hot pussies with our giant dicks.
I spewed my hot sperm into Marie's squirming cunt. It was confusing and wild. The girls were being drowned in a spurting sea of sperm. Marie was taking my sperm in her convulsing, climaxing cunt while she was avidly drinking in Louis' gushing sperm with her tight, questing, young lips.
Things were the same for the older sister. Her bucking, clinging cunt was being drenched by Jean-Paul's come while her lips sucked every drop of sperm from George's pulsating prick.
We all withdrew our red and wet cocks from the noble sisters. We were all panting from the wild fucking.
"That was glorious!" little Marie panted as she lay on her back, her trembling, creamy thighs still wide-spread. I could see her red, sperm covered slit, open and ready for more. Her older sister lay beside her, her pussy just as wet, red and open as her little sister's.
"Ah," sighed Marguarite. "It's a wonder to be fucked between the lips at the same time as a big cock is raping the cunt."
"I love it!" Marie laughed. "I love being fucked from all directions at once. Let's do it again. Fuck us in the ass! We'll get down like dogs and you mount us and screw us from the rear. At the same time we will be able to suck your cocks!"
"Oh, yes!" Marguarite cried happily. "Our asses will suffer the jabs of your driving pricks while our sucking lips will give you glorious blow-jobs!"
"Come, boys, let's go!"
"Hurry!" Marie shouted.
All four of us were ready again, our cocks dripping pussy juice. We fucked the girls four ways at once. I drove my prick joyfully in and out of Marguarite's grasping, suckling lips. Jean-Paul drove his rod in and out of Marie's clinging red lips. All the while George was humping his dick in and out of Marie's young, eager asshole and Louis was revolving his prick into the older sister's wagging ass.
Again we drenched the girls with our hoi; sperm. The girls joyfully gulped our spurting sperm with their hot mouths. And their assholes took the squirting bath of pulsing pricks.
We fucked the wild, noble sisters until the sun began to sink and darkness began to spread over the sky. My sore, dripping-wet cock slipped into Marie and then into Marguarite. It went into their mouths, their dripping, greedy pussies, their glorious asses....We fondled their lovely breasts, licked their pussies and wormed our pricks into their boxes and the girls ground their boxes with abandon. They seemed never able to get enough of our pricks. They sucked them when they were limp. They sucked them when they were hard. They wagged their beautiful bottoms as pricks drove between the shimmering globes of their buttocks.
All of us were sore in our privates when we finally dressed and mounted our horses for the ride back.
"Oh, my pussy is so sore!" little Marie giggled.
"My cunt aches, too!" Marguarite laughed as we trotted homeward on the horses.
"But what a nice place to ache!" Marie smiled, her lovely face a mask of pure pleasure.
"I'll bet your cocks are sore, too," Marguarite said to us boys.
"Mine is," I laughed.
The other boys laughed and said that in truth their horny pricks were sore also. We all laughed. I felt feverish. I had never been involved in so wild an episode.
"We will have to have gang-fucks very often," little Marie said with eagerness.
"Yes, you boys will join us often in the grassy fucking field," Marguarite agreed.
"I am willing," Jean-Paul laughed.
"I too," said Louis.
George and I said that we would be very happy to join the group for gang-fucking, too.
As we rode up to stable I prayed that the Countess Monique would not call me to her private chambers. I had gushed so much sperm into her daughters that I doubted that I could get my tired prick to revive.
It had been an afternoon that I would not soon forget. And I was certain that the noble sisters would again and again command us boys to join them in the field for gang pleasure. Darkness came slowly and the night was very long. Luckily the Countess did not call me to service her that evening.
CHAPTER FIVE
We heard of further troubles. On June 20th the Tuileries was stormed for the first time. And then, on August 10th, the Tuileries was stormed for a second time. We were all sure that Royal authority would be shortly suspended. Danton be came the Minister for Justice. It seemed that the King would not long be able to remain as head of the nation. None of us was sure what would happen. We were too far away from the action to know for certain what the temper of the air was.
I overheard the Count talking to the Countess Monique about the recent events.
"Monique," the Count said, stroking his fine black beard, "I think that the King will be overthrown soon."
"What will that mean for us, Alexis?" the Countess Monique asked her noble husband.
"It is still too early for us to know."
"What do you think will happen, Alexis?" the Countess asked with great concern.
"First, I think that stupid King of ours will be overthrown."
"You believe that?"
"I do. He is too dull and stupid. He is more interested in hunting than he is in ruling his country. The fool!" he spat out in disgust. "It is only a matter of time until he is put away."
"What will happen then, Alexis?"
"One can never tell. Royalty might survive, but certainly not with Louis XVI on the throne. And then there is always the horrid chance that a Republic might be formed."
"But what will this all mean to us?"
"Since I am not sure, I am taking a safe course. I am removing our riches out of the country. I am buying land outside of France. I have an elaborate escape route laid out if we ever have to flee for our lives."
"You think it can come to that?"
"I do, Monique. Times are grave because of the dull, stupid King and his frivolous Queen!" he cursed.
"When will all of this take place?"
"I cannot foresee the future, Monique," he said softly. "But never worry. I have plans laid. We will get out and away if things go wrong. And we will know early in the game if things are going truly sour. We will escape with our riches and belongings until things settle down. I am working things out. My plans are nearly complete. That is why I am away so often. Trust in me. You and the girls will be safe. I am seeing to your safety."
"I trust in you, Alexis," Monique said. There was a warm intimacy between the Count and the Countess. One would never guess that both of them were carrying on affairs. In spite of the Countess playing around and the Count doing likewise, it was obvious that they still had great affection and love for each other. It was all too much for me to comprehend.
When the Count took his leave for Paris I advanced upon the Countess.
"Monique, you look troubled," I said gently. I did not want her to know that I had overheard her conversation with her husband.
"These are troubled times, Charles," the Countess Monique said with soft patience.
"But I pray no trouble touches you, Monique."
"Come with me, Charles."
I followed her to her private bed chambers. She closed the door and drew the heavy drapes.
"Charles, have you heard that the Tuileries has been stormed for a second time?"
"Yes, I have just heard."
"And have you heard that Danton has become the Minister of Justice?"
"That I have heard, too, Monique."
"Ah, Charles, things look bad for the Royalty."
"They do?" I said, acting innocent.
"Yes. The King is ineffective to deal with the intrigues that surround him."
"Why so?"
"He is a boorish man. He is really a good man, but he is dull and disinterested in ruling. He loves his hunting more than he loves anything else in life."
"But he will certainly take action to stem the flood that is running against him," I said.
"That is un-likely, Charles. You see, he has never been interested in ruling France. It is not to his taste. He means well, but he abdicates his authority. And Marie Antoinette, his Queen, has brought the wrath of the people down on his head."
"Can't he control her?"
"He is a good man and a weak man. He will deny her nothing."
"What does all of this mean to you and the Count?"
"We do not know as yet. But the Count is planning for the worst."
"Do you think it will come to pass?"
"I am not a political person, Charles. I leave those judgments to my husband, the Count. He knows what is going on and he always knows what to do."
"If you are in the Count's care., then you have no worries."
"I like my life here, Charles: I do not wish to leave this place."
"Are you going to leave?"
"We may have to."
"And what of us servants, Monique?"
"We will care for you. We will, you can rest assured of that. And, Charles, I will personally see that you go with us when and if we have to leave."
"That is kind of you, Monique. I never wish to leave you or have you leave me."
"You are a fine and dear boy, Charles. I will see after you."
"Thank you, Monique."
"You have no need to thank me, Charles. You have been good. You have been instructing my girls in their lessons well. They have told me so."
"Thank you," I said softly. So, the little beauties had been convincing their mother that I was an excellent tutor....Ah, if Monique only knew the truth!
"Yes, Charles. You are a fine tutor for the girls and you serve me well, too."
"I do my best."
"I enjoy your company, Charles. You are charming and witty. I know that we don't spend as much time conversing as I would, like. Most of the time we are indulging our baser senses," she smiled.
"It surely doesn't seem base to me, Monique, my lovely mistress."
"You're sweet, Charles. Those moments that we have spent together talking have been treasured by me. I enjoy your quick mind and nimble wit."
I was very flattered by her disclosures.
"I have a deep love for you, Monique.," I said with honest fervor.
"And I, for you, Charles," she whispered.
I knelt before her and kisses her pretty hand. I did not want things to change. Life was pleasant. I wanted nothing to happen to her. My feeling for her was the only unselfish feeling that I felt, I had to admit.
"You love me, Charles?"
"I do, Monique!" I said heatedly.
I did love her. Even though I fucked her daughters, I still felt love for her. I had never in my young life felt such a strong feeling for any human being. Yes, I loved her. But, I suppose, loving her did not interfere with other things; I felt no shame in making love to her daughters behind her back.
"Charles, we must make love."
"Now, my Monique?"
"Yes, now. Let us take off our clothes and get into bed together. I need your love and affection now. I feel troubled."
"I understand," I said.
I did understand. She was troubled. She needed someone to comfort her, to love her, to help her forget her troubles. Making love was a wonderful means of escape. I understood all of that.
We disrobed slowly, kissing and caressing each other as we did. We murmured sweet words to each other. And then she lay back on the bed, on the silken sheets, and I, as naked as she, lay close by her, kissing and caressing her.
I wanted to do something special for her. I slowly kissed down the long sweep of her white neck, nibbling and tonguing and making her groan with pleasure. Then my lips reached her twin, pink-tipped beauties, and I lavished all of my skill on them. I teased around her perfect breasts with my lips. I licked slowly over them with my tongue. I covered her twin cones with kisses, tongue-licks and nibbles, but I teasingly did not quite ever touch her eager, hardening nipples.
Oh, Charles, I love the way you are doing my tits," she sighed.
I continued to tease her breasts.
"Oh, suck them, bite them. I love it!"
Finally, I fell upon her nipples with my lips.
"Yes, yes," she hissed. "Suck my nipples. I love you to do that!"
I pulled the nipples skillfully between my lips, nursing on them. I licked them. I bit them gently. I sucked them hard.
"Swallow them, Charles my pet! Suck, bite! Love my tits!"
Her glorious body tossed and turned as I laved her proud breasts with hot kisses and sucks and tiny bites. But I wanted to give her more.
I slowly moved my lips down from her breasts.
"No, no, Charles! Don't leave my titties! I loved what you were doing!"
I ignored her. I had better things in store for the Countess.
I kissed over her arms and wrists. I licked between each of her fingers. She sighed. I trailed kisses back up her arm and then down slowly toward her belly. I drove my stiff tongue into her navel.
"Ah!" she moaned as I did.
I worked slowly down the gently, firm cup of her belly. She squirmed wildly beneath me as I teased her. And then my lips reached the blond bush on her Mound of Venus. I kissed over it, my nose inhaling the lovely smell of her.
"Oh, Charles, you are driving me out of my mind!" she cried out, her voice nearly a sob.
I moved my face and my active lips down over her cunt mound but I did not dive onto her eager slit. Her thighs, lush and inviting, parted wide so that I could have eager access. But I merely skipped over the center of her passion and began to kiss and lick over her inner thighs, making her toss and tremble.
"Eat me, Charles, eat me!" she cried out, eager to have my mouth active on her hot cunt.
I said not a word. I kissed slowly down her left leg, kissing both the front and back of it with slow caresses. When I reached her pretty foot I kissed the arch and instep and then drove my tongue between each of her toes. She shivered from the bizarre thrills that I was giving her.
"Oh, Charles, that is wild, simply wild!" she moaned.
I went to work on her right foot, licking my tongue between each of her toes and then sucking on each of the pretty toes.
"Oh!" she sobbed.
Then I kissed up over her instep and arch, making her twitch beneath my avid, skillful kisses. Up I kissed and tongued over her sleek calf and knee. Up I went, my mouth leaving a wet trail on her thigh. And then I was moving my kisses up onto her creamy, trembling thighs once more.
"Up, up, Charles! Bury that marvelous mouth of yours in my pussy! Stab me with your wet, stiff tongue! Eat me!"
She was beside herself. My teasing was making her toss about wildly on the silken sheets. She cried out and sighed and groaned. She urged me on.
Finally I was at the approach of her pussy. I could see it, a whisker away from my lips. I flicked out my tongue and touched the passion-drenched slit. Her pussy reacted as if it had been burned.
"Ah Charles! Lick it! Kill me with your tongue!"
Her ass began to heave and move around on the sheets. I licked over her trench wetly with my tongue. Then my eager tongue began to burningly caress her clitoris. She screeched with delight. My tongue, stiff and long, snaked slowly and deeply into her hot, wet cunt. I gave her the sensation of being fucked with my tongue. She loved it.
I slid my tongue in and out and teased her clitoris. For a few moments I concentrated on her clitoris and, from the way she cried out and groaned, I knew that I was rousing her to the heights of bliss.
"Ahhh! Charles! Your tongue ... your tongue ... it is marvelous. Ahhh! I'm coming! Aeeee!
She whirled her cunt around against my eating mouth and I knew that she was coming. I did not stop, however. I continued to work over her honey box with my lips and tongue.
"Oh! Ah! My God! You are driving my cunt wild! You will make me come yet again! Ah!"
My tongue had entered deep into her creamy slit and my tongue in her was like a new kind of cock. It gave her a bizarre sensation that she loved very much.
"Your tongue is like a crazy prick! It goes where a prick cannot! It does to my pussy what no prick can do. Ah! I'm coming again! EEEE!"
And still I licked and tongued at her heated mound of sex.
"It is heavenly, Charles! My cunt, my cunt-it is in heaven! Oh! Oh!"
I could not abandon her hot, wet grotto. It moved invitingly against my mouth. My hot breath and eager lips fanned over her hot box. My warm tongue thoroughly licked up and down the length of her burning, creaming trench. I was experiencing nearly as much extreme pleasure as Monique was. She wormed wildly beneath my mouth as my tongue continued to stab and lick and devour her pussy.
Her cunt twitched as she screamed out her third quick coming. The juices of her pussy spilled over and I licked them avidly, my tongue never leaving her.
"EEEE, Charles! Again I come. Oh! Ah! Aeeee! Ohhh, Charles!"
Finally I moved my mouth away from her slick pussy.
"Charles, my love!" she purred. "You made my cunt feel so sweet, so hot, so delicious! You fucked me well with your tongue! But, oh, Charles, I so long now to have your big hot prick in me!"
"I shall put it in you, Monique my love."
"Oh, Charles, do quickly! Put your big prick into my heated cunt. Fuck me! You're so good and sweet! I can't stand such fucking bliss ... but I want more of you! Please!"
I was more than willing to comply with the beautiful Countess Monique's wishes. I sat in a chair and called to her.
"Monique, please come over here!"
"Oh, Charles, I don't know if my shaky knees will support me. You have made me weak."
"Come over and I will fuck you in this chair."
She got up and staggered over towards me, a wan smile on her lovely lips.
"What do you want of me, my darling Charles?"
"I am going to insert my dick into your sweet cunt, Monique, my sweet. Come. Sit on me."
I leaned back in the chair, my huge hard-on sticking straight up from my lap. Monique stared at my big prick eagerly. She climbed over me and straddled her long, lovely white legs over me and then slowly lowered her pussy down toward the knobby head of my rigid rod.
She slowly sank down on it. My stiff shaft drilled deeply into her dripping pussy, going all the way in to the hilt.
"Ah, Charles, I love it this way. It goes in so deep. I can almost feel your long, hard prick tickling my tonsils," she said with a delirious laugh.
She was now completely impaled on my stiff prick. We began our ride. She jacked her ass up and down and moved her gripping, dripping cunt round and round as the red lips of her hot pussy slid up and down over the entire swollen length of my cock.
We screwed with violence. I sucked her extended nipples as her generous breasts bounced up and down. I fucked her like a stud in heat and she fucked back like a bitch in heat. She hugged me into her with her strong thighs and pussy lips. She moved up and down with violent jerks and it was all I could do to keep pace with her.
"My cunt is itching with another come!" she screamed.
Our moans and groans mixed as we came blindingly together. When it was over she sat on my lap, her legs still straddling me, my softening prick still buried inside of her clinging slit.
"You have given my little pussy a real treat, Charles, my lover," she cooed softly, as she kissed my face and my lips tenderly.
"I have had a treat, too," I responded with warmth.
"But you have made my pussy pulse with joy three times with your marvelous mouth and tongue, Charles, my dearest. And now you have given it the deep joy of the coming that only your big dick can give it. You are by far the best lover that there is."
"I am flattered. I shall always try to please you and deserve the honor of being able to give love to your matchless body."
"Charles, you are so sweet! I shall give you a treat!"
"You need not. It is my place to serve you."
"No. I am now going to serve you!"
"But-"
"Silence!"
She spat the word 'silence' out with strength, and I quickly knew my place. I was her vessel of pleasure. I was hers, as I was her daughters', to use as she pleased.
"I will gain honor from you serving me," I said submissively.
"Ah, Charles, that is better," she smiled.
She slowly lifted her cunt. The tight, creamy lips gently released my spent cock. My cock was wet and glistening with our mixed love juice. She slowly knelt on her knees before me and then moved forward on her knees, her beautiful breasts, pink-tipped, swaying gently. She pushed her kneeling body between my spread thighs so that she could have easy access to my spent privates.
"Charles, my wonderful boy, I am going to take your beautiful prick in my lips and suck on it until it is hard. And then I am going to suck on it until I taste the glorious sperm shoot out of your prick into my mouth. I want to taste your juice!"
She knelt over my soft, large cock. Her warm breath bathed it, making it tingle pleasurably. She took the head of it between her soft, wet lips. She then sucked the entire length of it into her hot mouth.
"Ah, that is good, Monique," I sighed.
Her blond head bobbed up and down slowly and then moved in circles as she artfully sucked on my still soft prick. She was an expert at giving blow-jobs. Never had I delighted to such a warm feel of a woman's lips before.
"Ah, that is so good," I moaned.
"You like it?" she questioned as she momentarily took her lips away.
"Oh, indeed, yes!"
"Good!"
She bent back to her task. Her lips were a wonder. In no time at all my prick came back to life and stiffened and grew hard and swollen in the velvet grip of her sucking lips. Her tongue danced and her teeth tickled and rubbed. I was panting and bucking my hips up and down, fucking my cock into her mouth as her head sped up and down on my pulsating staff.
"Ah, that feels great, Monique! Suck it, suck it!"
Monique needed no urging. Her noblewoman's lips, red with paint, moved avidly up and down over my throbbing pole.
"So good," I sighed.
Her eyelids were half closed and her beautiful face wore a dreaming expression as she sucked hard and long on my cock. I could feel my come welling up quickly in my balls.
As she sucked wonderfully on my dick she played with my swaying, full balls with her artful, slender fingers. One of her fingers jabbed in and out of my asshole as her other fingers toyed teasingly with my balls and her lips devoured my straining cock. It was overwhelming and bizarre. I was completely her captive.
Her cheeks were sunk in deeply as she sucked with rapid fury on my soaking, red pecker. Never, never had a woman's lips driven me so quickly so far from sanity. I was panting and feverish as she worked with a bobbing head and slipping, suckling lips over my aching prick.
I could stand it no longer. Long, long gushes of sperm jetted from the head of my consumed prick. My rod splashed gush after gush of sperm into her moving, sucking mouth. She gulped and gulped as I spewed fountains of juice into her mouth. Her lips continued to drive up and down on my pulsing, jetting pole. She would not let it go. She meant to suck every drop from it.
I pulsed forth what seemed to be every bit of sperm from my balls. Her fingers squeezed my balls as if to force up more and more juice for her mouth to take and drink. She drank and drank my milky come juice, never letting go of my staff with her painted, wet, sucking lips. I nearly passed out from the delight of it.
Then there just was nothing left for her to swallow. My prick began to shrink and go soft in the hot embrace of her fantastic lips. She seemed to never want to release it.
"Monique, Monique," I sighed, my voice breaking as I breathed heavily.
She did not answer. She was still sucking on the cock she loved so well. I was overcome with hot love for her. She, a high-born noblewoman, had given me the ultimate act of submissive love. I could not believe my great good fortune.
At last she slipped her lips up and off my prick.
For a moment she clung to the tip of it with her lips. And then, as if she did not want to, she released my soaking prick from her grasping lips.
"Was that good, Charles, my pet?" she said in a soft voice. She was smiling and there was a dreamy look on her face, a look of pure pleasure. It seem that she had greatly enjoyed her loving labor on my staff of lust.
"It was better than anything that I have ever experienced in my life, Monique," I said with sincere, deep feeling.
"I have sucked many cocks in my day," she sighed. "But never have I so enjoyed blowing one before."
"I am overcome!"
"Did you find my blowing art really up to standard?" she asked.
"No blow-job that I have ever delighted in has ever given me the thrills that yours has just given me," I said heatedly.
"I am glad of that, Charles, my good pet. Your cock is one in a million. It deserves to be worshipped. And I shall worship it many times, my loving boy."
"Oh, Monique, you are too good to me."
"Nonsense! I love your big cock. It has given me pleasure beyond any pleasure that I have ever had. I enjoy greatly sucking on it. I feel I could suck it all day and never tire of the joy I feel when my lips are closed on it."
"You are wonderful, Monique!"
"But I cannot spend every waking moment blowing it, Charles. If I did then I would never knew the exquisite pleasure of having it plunging, hard and deep, into me!"
"I am in your noble debt. I shall ever serve and please you!" I said fiercely.
"We shall taste the many avenues of love together, Charles. You and I will enjoy every shade of love."
To my great joy she permitted me to spend the entire night with her. We fucked in many positions. We dreamed up positions and profited from our fucking imagination. We licked each others privates. We did everything base and lewd and it seemed like a holy experience.
Somewhere in my life I must have behaved properly. Else how would I be granted the supreme delight of the Countess Monique as a bed partner? Secretly I believe that she is solely fascinated by my horse's cock. But why should I waste my hours thinking over it? Her cunt and my cock shared great joys. My cock thrilled to her lips. Her pussy pulsed to my lips and tongue. We were well matched for love.
I, a simple servant, a tutor, am the lover of a noble Countess! I cannot ever get over that fact!
CHAPTER SIX
News was slow in reaching us. We all knew that the first storming of the Tuileries had taken place on June 20th. But the late news we did not know. We were all shocked when we heard of it. Somewhere around the time of the first storming of the Tuileries the King and his Queen with their family and entourage had fled. The National Assembly had suspended Royal authority. We could not believe what was happening. We were far away and isolated from the whirlwind that was swirling about Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette.
We learned a bit later that the King and Queen had been overtaken in flight and their carriage had been turned around. Members of the Assembly met them and took them back to Paris.
Details were not clear and dates and logical order were in a muddle. I could observe how the shattering news was gripping the Count and the Countess.
We learned that the words "flight,"
"arrest," and "imprisonment" were being sedulously avoided by those in power. But, for the first time it was clear to all in France that the Assembly was letting out the word that the King was no longer a free agent. His Royal will was now subordinate to the will of those who had been his subjects.
The fast moving events were causing much activity at the Count's great estate. He feared the worst. As the days snail-paced by, great carriages came and went. Dusty plumes filled the clear and warm air as the horses, pulling the heavy-laden carriages, beat their hoofs and tugged their loads.
The Count's home was fast being stripped of valuables. Everything that could be moved was being loaded into the carriages. The carriages groaned under their loads. People's faces now wore a look of worry. The Count was transporting his vast belongings away, out of the country, along his elaborately planned escape route.
I knew that in a day or so the Count would take his daughters and the Countess Monique and they would together depart until things settled down. The Count did not intend to sit by and wait to see how the wind would blow. He believed that the Revolution was now on the move. If it truly were, then he believed that every nobleman in France was in danger. He did not trust the peasants. He feared what an unthinking mass of people could do. He predicted that much bloodshed would drench fair France before a stable government could once again be established. I learned all of this from the Countess.
"The Count does not believe that the King and Queen have long to live," Monique said to me.
"But what does he believe will happen, Monique?" I asked.
"He believes that the rabble will cry for the King and Queen's heads."
"But no!"
"Yes, Charles. The Count knows how these things go. He is a great student of history and politics. He believes that now that the monarchy has been suspended, violence will rule the land. Much killing will follow."
"I pray that the Count is incorrect," I said. I hated the prospect of my country being ripped apart by revolution and blood. I hated killing, any kind of killing. I did not believe that killing solved anything. And, our religion was against killing.
"I fear the Count is correct, Charles."
"But what will happen to France, to us? " I said. I felt like a child. I was so inexperienced in these matters.
"What will happen to France? One cannot yet tell. We can only tell that she will be disrupted by terrible violence. There will be a bloodbath and much rolling of heads."
"No!" I said passionately, not wishing to believe her words.
"Yes, Charles. Where France will end, history will tell. The strongest man will come out on top. It does not seem possible that Royalty will again soon take the throne. And, Charles, you ask what shall happen to us?"
"Yes! What?"
"Time will only reveal that, my pet, my lover," she said gently.
"You are fleeing the country?"
"Yes, Charles."
"Where shall you go?"
"I cannot tell you. The Count says that the fewer people who know, the better. We are to leave any moment."
"And what of the servants, Monique?"
"The Count has taken care of every detail. Everyone will be looked after," she said. She seemed in the grip of great sorrow and fatigue. The freshness had fled from her lovely face. Her eyes had lost their luster. It hurt my heart to see her thus.
"Then the Count has also looked after the detail of ... me?" I said slowly, softly.
"No, he hasn't."
"He hasn't?" My heart became a lead weight.
"No. I have personally looked after you, Charles, my lover," she smiled.
"Monique!" My heart was suddenly light and warm.
"You shall journey with us. You shall travel in the coach with Marguarite and Marie. The Count shall travel in a lead carriage. I will follow in another carriage with other ladies. We shall move out of here at half-hour-spaced intervals so as not to cause suspicion."
"But suppose someone finds out?"
"I do not think we need worry or fear."
"You are very confident in the Count's plans."
"Yes, Charles, I am. We are not travelling in lavish carriages. Elegant carriages would attract too much undue attention. We will dress humbly."
"I do not clearly understand, Monique."
"We cannot trust the peasants along the roads and in the small towns. The Count has carefully chosen our places of rest along our route, places where we shall be safe. It is important that we not appear to be noble. We must seem of more common stock, perhaps of the merchant class."
"But why would the people harm you?"
"We are noble. In their hatred of Royalty they also hate everything noble. We must take care. Be certain that you always now address me by my first name. In public. You must not let your tongue slip and reveal the fact to strangers that I am a Countess or that my husband is a Count. You must call my husband Alexis."
"I do not know that that will come easily from my tongue."
"It must, Charles. And take care not to bow to us!"
"I will do my best. Have the other servants been so instructed?"
"The Count has looked after every detail."
"Ah, when do we leave then?"
"Soon. Gather what few belonging you wish and report to the carriage that will carry my girls."
"Go with my love, Monique," I said softly. "I am certain that all will turn out right. We will soon return to this fine house and things will again be as they were."
"I will try to believe your hopeful words, Charles. I will keep them in mind to sustain me. And now, goodbye for awhile."
We drew into the shadows and shared a deep, sweet, parting kiss, our embrace hidden from prying eyes. The Countess left my arms and I felt abandoned and lonely. I knew what I had to do, so I set about to do it. I gathered up my pitiful collection of things, made a small and firm bundle of them, and walked briskly out toward the dusty carriage that would carry Marguarite, Marie and myself away from this happy home. My heart felt as if it were crushed with heavy sorrow.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief when I saw Marguarite and Marie. The girls were dressed in simple gowns. I had never before seen them dressed so simply. They appeared to be the daughters of a moderately successful merchant. The only thing that could possibly give the girls away was their inborn arrogance. They had been told by their mother and father to behave quietly and demurely.
"Yes, Charles," twelve-year-old Marie said with a pretty smile, "they told us that we must behave like quiet little ladies. Papa and Mama have insisted on this."
"We shall have to play-act," Marguarite giggled.
"Yes," little Marie laughed. "We are not accustomed to behaving like quiet little ladies. We will just have to play our parts."
The girls did not seem at all bothered by the trouble that was consuming France. It did not seem to trouble them that they were having to flee their home, possibly for the sake of their young lives. I did not truly believe that the full import or critical nature of the events that were ripping France had as yet registered on their young, frivolous minds. Their nature would not permit serious thoughts to disturb them.
"Charles, you shall ride in the dusty old carriage with us," Marie said happily.
"Yes,, I know," I said.
"It will be a long journey," Marguarite said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We do not know," Marguarite said. "Mama and Papa will not tell us. Oh, it is all such a bother!" Marie smiled. She seemed delighted with it all.
I could not believe their behavior. But I could witness it with my own troubled eyes. They had no idea of the danger. They would not absorb what was happening to the fabric of France. Their only thoughts were of themselves. The whole thing was a lark, even though it did present some difficulties.
"Do you girls know how many days we will be on our journey?"
"Many days," Marguarite said.
"All we know is that it may take us a fortnight to reach our destination. Goodness, Charles, isn't it awful that the King and Queen have lost their powers?"
"Yes."
"Oh," she laughed. "But they will regain them quickly. The people cannot take the throne away from them."
"But the Assembly, acting for the people, has done just that," I said.
"Oh, pooh!" Marie said. "The King will put the devils in their place. Who do those awful people think that they are?!"
"Marie and I cannot understand why Papa and Mama are taking all of this so seriously."
"It is a serious moment in history. Death and trouble stalk the land."
"Oh, Charles, you are so dramatic!" Marie giggled.
We received a signal and we climbed into the dusty carriage. I was surprised that the interior of the carriage was so comfortable. The seats were soft and well upholstered. The smell inside was clean and new. One would never guess from gazing at the exterior of the dusty carriage that it was so comfortable and clean inside. I was pleased. Our journey would not be an uncomfortable one, not nearly as uncomfortable as I had guessed it would be.
The four horses strained forward and our carriage rolled down the lane. We passed under the shelter of tree branches and heavy foliage. And then we turned onto the highway. We closed the drapes to keep out the dust from the road. It was warm but not hot and we were perfectly comfortable inside. The carriage swayed easily as we moved at a good pace over the rutted road. I knew not what lay in store for us. I felt sick in my bosom at the loss of my past life. I could not guess what the future held.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I suppose I should not have expected anything other than frivolous behavior from the sisters. After all, Marguarite was only fourteen, and Marie twelve.
In their plain gowns they looked much closer to their true ages. The elegant gowns that they had always worn in the past, plus their makeup, always made them appear years older than they were. Now, in simple clothes and no makeup, the girls looked their ages. They looked like young girls of great beauty whose bodies were developed well beyond their years. But there were many girls like this in France, so that was nothing to worry about.
The only thing that did worry me was the nature of the girls. They just couldn't take things seriously. They thought only of themselves. Inside the carriage we were no more equals than we had ever been. They were still of noble birth and I was still their servant. Outside, before strange eyes, we would have to behave as equals for we were to act as if we were brother and sisters.
"This is going to be a long, boring, tiring trip if we don't find something to amuse us," Marie smiled.
"Yes, you are right," her older sister agreed.
The girls sat on the soft seat facing me. Our knees nearly touched as we sat their facing each other.
"I shall miss our secret place in the woods, Charles," Marie said seriously. "Oh, those games that Marguarite and I played with you and George and Louis and Jean-Paul were such delightful fun!"
"Oh, I shall miss those fucking games, too!" Marguarite laughed.
"It is a delight for a girl to be surrounded by a bunch of hard, ready, naked cocks!" Marie giggled.
"Well, those days are over for a while," I said.
"They need not be."
"What?" I said, my eyes alert.
"Why must we forego having fun, Charles?"
"Yes, Charles, why must we deny ourselves pleasure just because of a bit of imagined trouble?"
"But the trouble is not imagined, girls, I can assure you of that," I said heatedly.
"Oh, pooh!" little Marie frowned. "Once a teacher, always a teacher," she said to me scornfully.
"Marie is right. You are too serious. You worry over too many things that you cannot control."
"You are right when you say that I worry over things that I cannot control. But I cannot stem the tide of my worries."
"We shall make you forget your troubles, Charles!" Marie laughed happily.
She quickly got out of her set and then sat down close to me. She pressed in close to me with smiling, lustful eyes. I had seen that look many times, and knew what it meant.
"Oh, Marie!" said Marguarite unhappily. "You are my little sister and you should let me go first!"
"No!" It is my idea! You must wait your turn!"
"Oh!" Marguarite said, downcast. But it was obvious that she was letting her little sister have her impetuous way.
"You girls must behave yourselves," I said in a stern voice.
"Pooh!" little Marie said as she placed her graceful little hand on my thigh and squeezed. "We are not your pupils!"
"No, we aren't, Charles! We are still your betters!"
I could not deny that what they said was true. There was nothing that I could do. I was at their mercy. They could indulge their every whim with me, and I knew it. That is the way of high-born girls with their male servants. It is thus across the country, of that I am certain, for I have heard many stories. The stories are not unlike the one that I had lived with the girls. A male servant was merely a vessel for the pleasure of noble girls. We servants had to serve our mistresses. In a way we were, I suppose, male whores. I did not like the thought, and I tried to shrug it away. But it nagged at me, and there was nothing that I could do about it.
As my mind was mixed with disturbed thoughts, little Marie began to act out her dream of lust.
"Come, now Charles," Marie said. "Do not be difficult."
How could I be difficult? I could not stop her when she deftly moved her graceful, skillful hand and freed my cock from its hidden place in my trousers.
"You have a cock that was made for fucking!" Marie giggled.
"What else should a cock do?" I asked sarcastically. The girls ignored my remark, merely laughing at me. She grabbed my prick and closed her artful hand around it. It quickly began to stir with life in the cozy cup of her little fist.
"See, Charles, your prick has more sense than you have!" Marie laughed as she squeezed my hardening staff with her fingers.
Marguarite sat across from us watching Marie play with my hardening prick. Her eyes were burning with desire, and she knew that she had to patiently wait her turn.
"What are you going to do?" I stupidly asked Marie as her hand massaged slowly and teasingly up and down over my now hard shaft.
"What am I going to do? I am going to have my way with your fucking-stick!"
She continued to massage it with artful fingers.
My big hard cock was throbbing in the warm cup of her hand. For a girl so young she certainly knew how to best excite a man!
My stiff prick stood up at attention as her hand moved up and down, up and down, making it get redder and redder and more and more swollen and hard. Marie stroked and fondled my prick as she admired it with her gleaming eyes.
"It is dangerous to behave in this shameless way in this carriage," I said with an unsteady voice.
"It is not!" Marie pouted. "No one can see us, can they, Marguarite?"
"No. The only one who can see you playing with his horse's prick is I! And I will not tell anyone," she laughed.
With one hand Marie caressed my stiff prick while with the other she toyed with my balls and pubic hair. She had jammed my trousers down around my ankles so that she could have easy access to the masculine delight of my privates.
There was no use in protesting, so I decided to join the girls in their lusty game. I put my hand under Marie's skirt and my hand worked its way quickly up toward her pussy. To my surprise I discovered that she was wearing nothing beneath her gown.
"Isn't it convenient, Charles? I wore no undergarments. Neither did Marguarite. We both wanted to place nothing in the way once we learned that we were going to be travelling in the carriage with you."
I pushed her bodice down and began to play with her pretty tits. I felt them and then I licked the nipples with my tongue.
"I like you to wet my titties with your tongue and lips, Charles. Suck! Bite! Lick!"
Marie was overjoyed. She loved the way my fingers were playing with her jelly box. One stiff finger was now probing deep into her slit and she was squirming her ass around as she rubbed her flaming cunt against my hand. My lips and tongue made her pert nipples go stiff on the crest of her saucy breasts. And all the while she was having delightful fun with her hand as it massaged my big, hard prick. The girls seemed to love my mature emblem of virility. Marie stroked it feverishly as she also caressed my large balls.
"Give him a blow-job, Marie," Marguarite whispered eagerly from the seat across from us. The carriage was swaying as we bumped along the dusty road. We were moving at a fast pace. "I want to watch your lips suck in and out on his fuck-stick!"
"Oh, I want to fuck him with my pussy!"
"You can do that later, Marie! Please provide me with pleasure as you suck him off! Please!"
"Oh, all right," Marie said, disappointed.
It was as if I were not a human but simply an object. The girls talked about me in such an impetuous, overbearing way. Their mother, Monique, never made me as aware that I was a toy of sex as the girls did. Monique had more sense and feeling and, I believe she truly had some love in her heart for me. Obviously, the girls had no feeling for me other than the one that my huge cock afforded them.
My finger continued to play around inside of her pussy lips, and they became wet and creamy to my touch as the slit opened more and more before my digging finger.
My finger continue to fondle and squirm in Marie's tight, creaming cunt and she knelt her lips close to the head of my red and swollen cock. Her warm breath tickled over the tip of my prick and I shivered with anticipation in spite of the moral stance that I had momentarily taken. I had now fully given myself up to the erotic desires of the sisters inside of the swaying, comfortable interior of the moving carriage. If only the driver and those outside could see what was going on in the privacy of the cab!
Marie licked her darting little tongue over the tip of my arching pole, laving away the glistening drop of sperm juice. I sighed.
"You like that, Charles?" little Marie grinned up.
"Yes." My voice was choked with emotion.
"Good!"
She danced her little tongue teasingly over the tip of my hard cock. As she did, I sped my stiff finger more and more swiftly in and out of her worming pussy. Her tongue then commenced to draw a slow, dizzy circle over the head of my dick, driving me wild with desire and need. Round and round her tongue teased over the head of my cock. I groaned with delight. She had such skill for a girl so very young!
"Get on with it!" Marie said impatiently from her seat across from us.
Marie lifted her lips momentarily from my throbbing shaft and stared at her older sister with fire in her pretty eyes.
"You be still, Marguarite! I will do it my way and in my own time. Charles is enjoying himself, aren't you, Charles?"
"Yes, I am," I said with obedient honesty.
"See!" Marie spat out triumphantly.
And then she knelt her lips back over my cock again. Her artful, teasing tongue once again described slow circles over the knobby head of my prick, thrilling me. Round and round the tip of her tongue moved. And then she parted and made round her painted lips and with them slowly began to nurse on the very tip of my trembling cock. I groaned.
"How does that feel?" Marguarite asked me as she sat there watching her sister's performance avidly.
I could not answer her, and did not want to.
"Come, come, Charles!" Marguarite said sharply as her little sister continued to suck on the knob of my dick. "I want you to tell me every feeling that you have as Marie gives you a blow-job!"
I knew I had no choice but to obey Marguarite's demand. I blushed with shame, knowing I had to comply. I was humbled in that I had to reveal my inner emotions as I 'felt Marie's knowing lips sucking on my red, swollen staff.
"How does it feel, Charles! Tell me how Marie's lips make you feel!" she insisted.
Marie was still delighting in the suckling on the tip of my cock.
"Her lips suck wetly and make the tip of my cock throb," I said in a quivering voice, answering Marguarite's question.
Marie parted her lips even more and they sank down wetly, more fully, over my hard pole. She sucked with gusto and at the same time continued to move her pussy excitedly against my fingers as they teased in and out. She loved the finger-fucking that I was giving her.
"What do you feel now, Charles?" Marguarite asked as her eyes remained fastened on her sister's sucking lips and my devoured cock.
"I feel her wet, artful lips massaging my pecker avidly. The feeling makes my prick throb with feeling."
"More, tell me more!"
"Now her tongue is dancing as her lips rub hard up and down. Her tongue teases and makes my prick shiver with happiness."
"Yes, yes?"
"Now she is swallowing more of it! Oh! Her lips are trying to eat all of it up!"
"Yes! More!"
"Her teeth tickle as they rub now. Her tongue licks!"
"You like the way it feels? Tell me!"
"Yes, I love the way it feels! Marie is a skillful blower!"
"How does what she's doing feel now?"
"Ah, it drives me wild! I feel my prick throbbing! My balls are soon going to spray forth their fluid!"
Marie was greatly stirred by what I was telling her sister. She worked more furiously on my cock with her sucking lips than she had ever in the past, and she had always been marvelous in the past. The combination of my description of my feeling, and the hot feeling she was getting from my fucking finger, drove her to new heights as she sucked. Her pretty head bobbed with blinding speed over my lap as her lips wetly sucked on my cock. And then I began to splash my come into her lips. She sucked the fountain of sperm with unbound eagerness. And at the same time I could feel that she was boiling her own come as my finger shot in and out of her slit more and more quickly. We were coming at the same time, she, with her pulsing cunt over my probing finger, and I, with my heaving cock as it dumped jet after jet of sticky, milky sperm into her waiting, consuming mouth.
"I am coming! I spurt!" I cried out.
"How does it feel?" Marguarite asked excitedly.
"Spurts, hot spurts! My insides are coming out into her mouth! My cock throbs. It thrills. It aches. It trembles. I come I come!"
And I came hugely into her willing, young, grasping lips. She did not miss a drop of it. She sucked and sucked, her pretty cheeks sucked in, as she sought to drain everything from my spurting prick. Oh, she sucked with unbound art and fury. I collapsed back against the seat as she finally released by wilting, wet cock. My fingers were covered with the sticky juice of her honey box. Her young trench had spilled forth its come as my cock had spilled forth its.
The girls chattered merrily as they changed places. Marguarite now sat next to me fingering my limp cock. Her fingers quickly brought renewed life and hardness to my damp pecker. And then she bowed down and gave my cock again the service of loving feminine lips. I revelled in the delight of it.
Before the carriage drew up to the inn in which we were to spend the night, Marie had sucked my sore cock dry three times, and her older sister had pleasured me twice with her noble lips. It was the strangest most passion-drenched journey that I had ever taken. And I knew many hours would be spent between these two lustful sisters as we journeyed toward safety.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The inn was situated on the very edge of the dusty little town. It was not an imposing building and the furniture was rough and lacked elegance and taste. But the inn was meant as a safe stopping off place, not as a place of comfort.
I was surprised, happily, by the remarkable way in which the girls handled themselves. They disported themselves well, fooling everyone and charming everyone. No one for a moment suspected that they were the daughters of a rich and powerful Count.
As brother and sisters, we were given adjoining rooms. The girls' room was larger and better furnished than my little box of a room. But in truth the room the girls were to inhabit for the evening was a dreary place. The girls sniffed at it disdainfully, but were determined to make the best of it in their playful way. They were still young and flexible enough to roll with whatever came their way.
I spent some time drinking and eating with the townspeople. I learned that they were all aware of what had befallen the King and Queen. They all seemed overjoyed. They hated Marie Antoinette and were satisfied by her downfall. I could feel, in their attitude, the hatred that they had for all high-born people. The Count had been correct in taking precautions. If the townspeople had known that the girls were of noble birth it would have gone badly for them.
There was much republican sentiment to be heard. They wanted an end to the rule of the King and Queen. They were excited by the turn in events. I did not tell the girls what I had learned for fear of upsetting them and throwing them off their stride in their playacting.
When I finally was ready for bed I learned that the girls had unlocked the door that adjoined our rooms. It was a simple matter now for them to get at me in their unfinished quest for sensual pleasure.
I stripped away my clothes and made ready to put on my sleeping garments. But before I could cover my nakedness, the door between the girls' room and mine opened, and there they stood, grinning happily at me.
They were both as naked as I. The candlelight cast enchanting light on their beautiful, firm, young bodies. I could feel my penis stiffening as my eyes hungrily moved over every inch of their glowing, sweetly-curved flesh.
"No, no, Charles, do not cover your nakedness with your sleeping garment," Marguarite smiled, her eyes seeking the root of my arousal.
"Let us feast our eyes on that great branch of yours," Marie giggled.
"Yes, come into our room. Leave off your clothes. You shall sleep between us in our wide, warm bed. Your skin is all you shall need to wear when you come to our bed."
"We are brother and sisters, Charles. That is what everyone believes. Now as brother and sisters we are going to commit incest," Marguarite smiled at her little sister's words.
"It isn't incest. We are not related," I laughed.
"It is incest because we say it is. We are playing our part. Our part is to be your sisters. Well, Charles, your little sisters are going to get you in bed and fuck you until your fucking stick is worn out!"
"Ha! Nothing can wear out Charles' fucking-stick! Not even our hot pussies!"
"Come into our room, Charles."
Each girl took me by a hand and then they pulled me into their bedroom, leaving the door leading into my box-like room open.
Their bed was indeed wide. It could take the three of us, though none of us would have much space for free rolling around. But I knew that we would spend most of the night lying on top of one another. I was hoping that the girls would allow me some sleep. The journey in the carriage on the next day would be a very long one, and it was certain to be debilitating.
The girls pushed me into bed and then pranced in behind me, one girl on either side of my naked body. They pressed their nakedness close to me and their hands began to play with me.
"Oh, Charles, tonight is going to be pleasurable fun!"
"Yes, we have never before been able to spend a whole night with a boy!"
"We will fuck you silly, Charles!"
"You may not do that well," I told the girls.
"But why not?"
"Because the two of you sucked me off five times in the carriage during cur journey today."
"So?"
"Yes, Charles,, what does that matter?"
"I am a man. I can only get my prick hard so many times. You girls are always ready. It is not that way with a man."
"But it is always that way with you, Charles. Your prick is always ready. It never fails us!"
"I am just warning you that it might not have too much pep left in it after the way you girls sucked on it this afternoon."
"Didn't you like the blow-jobs that we gave you, Charles?"
"They were wonderful. I have no complaint."
"Then why are you complaining?"
"I am not complaining, Marguarite. I am simply stating the fact that those five blow-jobs might have taken most of the energy out of my pecker."
"Oh, pooh!" little Marie said. Her fist was closed tightly on my straining, hardening prick. It was getting so long that there was room for more than one girl's hand on it.
"You worry for nothing, Charles," Marguarite laughed as she cupped her hand on my dick, just above where her sister's hand was curled around its thickness.
"See, Charles, we both now have our fingers wrapped around your stud's cock! We did not wear it out with our lips."
"Maybe you didn't," I said, enjoying the feel of both of their hands massaging my prick at the same time.
Their two skillful little hands expertly and rhythmically manipulated my huge, swollen prick. Drops of juice appeared on its red, knobby head. Marie, who loved to use her lips on pricks more than any girl I had ever known, knelt low and licked the drops happily away with her pink tongue. The feel of her tongue made my prick throb even more.
"Let's not waste his juice by making him come with our hands," Marguarite said with a sly smile to her sister.
"Yes, Marguarite, that would be a dreadful waste," little Marie agreed.
"I want to feel his juice gushing deep in my pussy," Marguarite said.
"I do, too!"
"We've drunk enough of that juice with our lips for the time being."
"Oh, but I love to drink it!" Marie shrilled.
"My sister is a habitual cock-sucker!"
"So I am! And proud of it! I am a better sucker of cocks than you are!"
"You are not!"
"I am!"
"You're not!"
"Girls!" I laughed. "Stop this fighting."
"Am I not a better cock-sucker than my sister is?" Marie asked petulantly.
"You seem to enjoy sucking cocks more," I said defensively.
"See!" Marie said triumphantly to her older sister.
"He did not say you were a better sucker of cocks than I, Marie. He only said that you seem to enjoy it more, and I believe that you do, even though I love to do it, too."
"If I enjoy it more I must be better, Marguarite!"
"I like a cock better when it is buried in my cunt!"
"I love a hard cock in my pussy, too, Marguarite!"
"Stop fighting, girls!"
"Yes, there is no need to argue, Marie. I will take his horse's cock into my hot pussy and I will fuck him well."
"I want to fuck him first!"
"No. I let you suck him off first. Now it is my turn to go first!"
"Oh!"
Marguarite leaped on top of me, spread her trembling thighs and then slowly brought her pussy down toward the hard head of my cock. As she did, little Marie brought her face as close to her sister's pussy and my cock as she could, so that she could watch our fucking at close quarters. I could feel little Marie's warm breath on my cock and full, swaying balls. Even as I felt her breath I could feel her sister's slippery cunt lips sliding teasingly back and forth over the head of my prick. Oh, how she teased me by rubbing those creamy pussy lips back and forth over the tip of my pecker!
And then she could neither tease me nor herself any longer. Down came her box of love and she sank down until I had buried my long, swollen prick inside all the way to its root.
Then she swayed and pivoted and rotated her hips as she moved over me. Up and down her pussy lips moved on the entire length of my thrilling prick. She jerked her cunt marvelously, thrilling me intensely, making my cock begin to pulse.
She quickly began to scream out her come but she did not stop her jerking up and down and around motion as her pussy treasure consumed my dipping cock. She crashed through a second coming as I began to spurt for the fruits of my first.
When she finally moved off, releasing my dripping, sopping cock from her creamy cunt, little Marie took my dick in her eager lips. She made wondrous love to me with those young lips, quickly bringing my prick back to hard life. If I were to tell the truth, little twelve-year-old Marie was indeed the better of the two sisters when it came to cock-sucking. In fact, her mother, Monique, who was the best cock-sucker I had ever experienced, was only a bare shade better than the little girl.
Marie, as her older sister had, quickly jumped up over me, straddled my waist, and then down her tight, marvelous young pussy drove. My cock drove up, spearing deeply into her warm, wet grotto. She twisted and turned with passion as she impaled herself on my throbbing cock.
Up and down she jumped, her bare, firm bottom slapping furiously down on me as I jacked my ass up to meet her every eager down thrust. The little girl was an inspired fucker. Again I came, but this time I came later, after the girl had enjoyed three climaxes of pussy juice.
My cock was flaming red and dripping of pussy cream after Marie lifted her secret lips from it.
It was temporally limp, but the girls seemed not to be troubled by its soft state. They went to work on it together, with devotion, their lips and tongues and teeth and fingers covering my steaming wet cock. They worked their miracle quickly! It stood up once again firmly.
I still lay on my back as the girls raped my body again. I was tired and groggy, but they would have their way. They seemingly could not be satisfied.
Marguarite hopped on, straddled me again, and then began to pump her cunt up and down on my renewed hard-on. Marie could not stand aside this time. She straddled my face with her dripping trench and pushed it down against my mouth. I knew what I had to do. I snaked my tongue into her pussy, and ran the tip of it back and forth along the length of her trench.
"Ah, that is it, Charles! Eat my pussy. Put your tongue deep into it!"
"Oh, Charles, your cock fills my pussy to overflowing!"
Both girls were impaled. Marie's hot and tender cunt was impaled on my stiff tongue and she fucked my tongue wantonly. Marguarite's soaring pussy was impaled on my huge shaft and she sped her love lips up and down and round and round on it.
Marie's heavenly ass was nearly drowning away my breath as her cunt gave itself to my stabbing tongue. At the same time my cock was being used to its ultimate by Marguarite's drenched pussy.
Marguarite went to her finish first. Then Marie joined her. Both girls cried out in their fever of joy.
"Oh, Charles, your cock is the biggest and best in the world!"
"And your tongue, Charles. Such a cunt piercing tongue."
Because I had had so much so often, my prick still hadn't spent its load. As Marguarite finished it was still as hard as a rock. Marie quickly discovered this and greedily pushed her older sister off. Then she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide for me.
My eyes eagerly stared at her dripping, hot pussy lips, so red from fucking and tonguing. It was gaping wide open and ready. I rolled over onto her trim, firm body and jammed my still hard cock into her clinging, tight hole.
"Ah, Charles, what a nice big prick you have!"
"Your pussy's nice and tight, too!"
We fucked our hearts out and we both gushed through together. Marguarite urged me on by jabbing her stiff finger into my asshole, giving me bizarre pleasure. As she jabbed her finger in she bit me about on my bobbing, pushing ass.
It was a good fuck.
But the girls were not through. I took them each in the asshole and each in the cunt. I took them each in each opening of love twice during the lust-drenched night.
I do not believe that I got more than an hour's sleep all night long.
We were awakened at 5:30 in the morning and told to make ready for the journey. But before I could leave for my room each girl took her pleasure with my very sore and red cock once more.
My knees were shaky and my eyes were burning for lack of sleep when we went down together to the inn's dining room for our early meal before once again taking up the journey.
As we ate the girls, each of whom was sitting on either side of me, teased me.
"Does your cock hurt?" Marguarite whispered so that the other early eater could not overhear.
"Yes, it is very sore," I admitted.
"We used it well! It looked very red when last we saw it, Charles."
"It is beet red," I smiled.
"Does it hurt very much?"
"It hurts," I said simply.
"Do you know that my pussy hurts too from the fucking that your big hard cock gave it?"
"Mine hurts, too! But nice."
"Well, girls, perhaps we can get some rest on our journey," I said with hope. I was nearly sick with fatigue.
"What do you mean, Charles."
"We didn't get much sleep last night, girls. I am tired."
"Your eyes are tired, Charles?"
"Yes. They burn."
"Is your prick tired?"
"It is worn and hurts."
"But I'll bet it isn't as tired as your eyes are!"
"I would not know."
"We shall find out once we get into the carriage!"
"What do you mean, Marie?"
"I mean that I will see it I can suck some life into it with my lips," she giggled.
"Do not you ever grow tired of sucking on my cock? I said a bit peevishly.
"No," she answered, her eyes twinkled, her senses not offended by my bad temper.
"My poor pecker needs a rest."
"Oh, pooh! It does not, either, Charles. I will soothe it with the wet of my lips. I will make it feel good.
We finished our meal talking about nothing but fucking. I was growing tired of talking about the subject and, at the moment, I was growing tired of fucking, too. I could have used a short vacation from it, even though I enjoyed it.
We entered the carriage. The girls sat across from me. I closed my eyes and began to drop off to sleep as soon as my body felt the soft cushions of the cab's seat.
As we moved off into the dimly rising sun I was drifting away in slumber. I was vaguely away of girls' hands pulling my trousers down. I could feel caressing hands and lips. But I could not stay awake. The last thing I remember is giggling and girls' caressing and feeling hands and sucking lips. They would not let my cock sleep, even though they were prepared to let the rest of me sleep. As I have often said, there was just no satisfying the two young, noble girls.
CHAPTER NINE
I was bone-weary and exhausted at the end of the day's journey. The road was bumpy, and dry and throat-parching dust sifted into the cab of the carriage. We travelled from 6 in the morning until 8 in the evening with only two ten-minute halts.
We ate as we travelled. So, when we finally drew to a halt for the night we had been bumping along for 14 hours.
Even the girls were quiet and tired. The nodded off to sleep from time to time and let me alone to my broken dreams.
During the morning of the drive the girls were indeed heavily active and they had their way with me repeatedly. We performed sexual acts that were in truth sheer feats of gymnastics. But the girls performed most of the imaginative gymnastics while I merely presented my cock to them for their pleasure. It was throbbing and sore from the activity to which the girls had put it during the long night and the following morning.
Though I slept a great deal during the drive I must admit that it did nothing to refresh me. My spirits were down and I was depressed. I was concerned for all of our fates, especially that of my treasured lover and protector, the Countess Monique. I hadn't seen her since the journey had commenced. I knew not of her whereabouts nor of her well-being. I worried when I thought about her. But I need not have worried, I learned.
Our dust-covered carriage drew up into a private road. For miles we had seen nothing, not a visible sign of life or domestic animals. And then we turned through a heavy woods onto a narrow, rutted road that churned up its powder of dust as our horses trotted forward.
We came to a big house. It was nearly the size of the Count's home. I was given quarters in the servants' section. I knew not where the girls were placed in the house, but I was sure, from the majesty of the place, that they would find a room nearly the equal of their own.
The house belonged to another powerful nobleman who was the friend of the Count's. This nobleman hadn't fled since this was his summer home and it was far from the trouble that afflicted France. We all knew that we were safe here.
I joyfully bathed and changed my clothes. I felt much better. I learned that the Count had been here earlier, but that he had moved on ahead on his own carriage toward his destination. I also learned that the Countess Monique was present. After eating, she summoned me to her bed chamber.
"So, Charles, my dearest lover, how has your journey gone?" she asked.
She looked very tired as she sat on the edge of her bed.
"It has gone well, Monique. We have had no difficulties."
"Have the girls behaved?"
"Yes," I lied.
"Good."
"And how have you fared?"
"Oh, it is a depressing, tiring business, this forced travel, Charles, but things could be far worse."
"I am sorry that you have to suffer this ordeal," I said sincerely.
"Thing nothing of it, my dear boy. Are your quarters here suitable?"
"Yes, they are adequate."
"I am glad. I wish for your comfort, Charles."
"And I wish for yours, Monique."
"You are a good and faithful boy," she smiled. "I would like you to share my bed tonight, but that is not possible. I am overtired and it would be too dangerous. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now run along and get some rest. We will be leaving before 6 in the morning. We will travel at least as many hours as we did today. We all need our strength."
"Do I continue to travel with the girls?"
"Yes. You seem to have a steadying affect on them."
Oh, if she only knew!
I smiled, kissed her and then withdrew. I walked out back toward the servants' quarters. The night was dark and the air was crisp and sharp.
I seemed to draw strength from it. I looked for-war to a night's sleep unbothered by the whims of a female. I never dreamed I would ever want to be away from girls or women, but I had had my fill. I knew that after a refreshing night's sleep I would be just as horny as I ever have been. But for the present, I was content to leave sex alone.
I found a huge tree in back of the house. It was quiet there. I sat by the tree and simply enjoyed breathing in the clear, dust-free air. It was refreshing after breathing in dust for so many hours. And my body was washed clean. All I need now was sleep, and I planned to attend to that after a few moments alone sitting under the tree enjoying the clear night air.
But it was not fated that I be left alone.
"Is that you, Charles?"
It was a girl's voice, one that I did not recognize at first hearing. I strained my eyes and ears and tried to pierce the inky darkness. I then saw the shadowy outline of a woman's form approaching. I could not make out who it was.
"That is you, is it not, Charles?" her voice repeated.
"Yes, it is I. Who are you?"
"I am Mimi," she said with a shy laugh as she stopped in front of me. I could now see her in the darkness, and I could remember her face and form from dinner. She was a maid, and she had served me.
Mimi was a very pretty girl of seventeen. She had a fine form and very large breasts. Her face was that of a pixie and her hair was dark brown. She was very cheerful and playful, and she had been something of a tease during the meal, always bending low before me as she served so that my eyes were constantly staring down the gaping bodice of her dress at the huge, creamy slopes of her tits.
"So, Charles, why do you sit out here in the dark under the tree all alone?" Mimi asked in her friendly way.
"I felt a need, that is all. But how did you know that I was here? It is so dark, Mimi."
"I happened to see you leave the house and I followed you."
"You followed me? But why?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Whatever about, Mimi?"
"Oh, no certain thing in particular. I just thought I might enjoy your company. You leave very early in the morning, do you not?"
"Yes. We shall be gone before the sun is up."
"Oh, that is a shame."
"A shame?"
"Yes. I had hoped you would stay awhile. I am pleased with you, Charles."
"I am pleased that you are, Mimi."
"Do I please you? Am I pleasing to look upon?"
"Yes. Yes, you are pleasing in every way, Mimi."
"Oh, I am very glad," she sighed as she sat down close to me and nestled her head against my shoulder and dropped her hand innocently to my thigh.
"But why do you seek me out, Mimi?"
"It can get very lonely here for a young girl. Most of the men here are very old, and the boys are useless people. You seem so much a man, an interesting man to me. I hear that you tutor the daughters of the Countess."
"That is true."
"If you do, you must have a merry time," she laughed softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I have seen the girls. I have seen how they behave. They are spoiled things, though they are very pretty. I can tell much about them by watching their eyes and the way they act and move."
"I still do not understand, Mimi."
"Oh, Charles, do not act innocent with me. I know about life and the way of girls like those two spoiled noble girls."
"What do you know?"
"I know by watching them that they are sex-crazed and that you have many times shared their bodies."
"What? What do you say?" I said, shocked.
"Do not deny it. I could tell when I first saw them arrive. And I saw the way their eyes kept travelling to your crotch. And I overheard them talking about you after they had had their dinner. I heard them say that they were going to miss your horse's cock this night. Those are their words ... horse's cock. Do you have a horse's cock, Charles?"
I was without words. I could not believe that Mimi knew what she knew, but I could not deny that she knew. I did not know what to say or how to act. So., I simply sat there like a stick of wood and said not a thing.
"Ah, Charles, I take your lack of words as admitting that what I have said is true. Do not worry. Your secret is safe with me. I will not tell anyone that you are screwing the Count's daughters."
I still could not find words, so I continued to sit their like a stick of wood. Her hand began travelling slowly and purposefully up my thigh.
"I am anxious to know if what the girls said is true, Charles. I have never seen a boy nor a man who has a cock like a horse."
She gave a low laugh and then her searching hand came to rest on my big prick. She ran her hand up and down over its length and felt its roundness with knowing fingers. Inside my trousers my sore prick began once again to come to life in the wondering caress of the strange servant girl's hand.
"Ah, Charles, from what I can feel, the girls did not lie!" she said, her voice charged with excitement. "It feels as big as a horse's, and it is still mostly soft. Ah, but it is beginning to stir with life. It likes the way my hand fondles it!"
"Mimi, leave off. I must go to bed and get my rest. I was on a long journey today and will be on a long one again tomorrow. I need my rest."
"You shall have your rest. But first you must allow me a fraction of the pleasure that you are giving the noble girls."
"No, Mimi. I must ask you to leave off. I have to take my leave of you and seek my bed for sleep."
"I will not have you push me aside! You will do my bidding or I shall get word to the Countess that you are screwing her darling daughters!"
"You would not do such a thing!"
"Oh, but I would, Charles. No, you shall come with me and you shall give me pleasure with your cock or I will tell all."
I knew not what to do. I was in her trap. I could not take the chance. So, I had no other choice other than to do her lustful bidding. She got to her feet and bid me to do likewise. I followed her and we entered a neat, attractive, small bedroom. It was hers. As soon as we were inside, she locked the door and drew the drapes. Then she shamelessly and boldly walked up toward me, uncovered my swelling prick and hoisted it, balls and all, from its covering. Her red lips were moist and glistening and her eyes shone with lust.
"What a big cock you have, Charles!" she said. There was a trace of wonder in her low voice as her eyes watched her hand as it fondled my swell-ink cock. "It is so big and so heavy." She moved her other hand down. "And your balls are heavy, too. They must be filled with hot sperm!"
"Am I to be your toy of sex?" I asked as she handled my prick intimately and familiarly.
"And why should you not be? You are the sex toy of the Countess' daughters. I deserve as good as they!"
With quick and eager fingers she stripped away every vestige of my clothing. I then stood before her, naked, my vast cock swaying, hard and ready, before me. Her eyes radiated intense sexual hunger.
"Oh, Charles, we shall fuck a great fuck or two!"
I watched as she quickly slipped off her clothing. When she was naked I could not help but to admire her shining body. She was slim and lovely but her breasts were huge and firm and cherry tipped with hard, extended nipples. I had never seen such big breasts before. And on so slim a girl, it did not seem possible.
"You like my breasts, Charles?"
"They are the finest I have ever seen!"
As I gazed on the beauty of her big breasts and her fair beauty, my pecker grew ever longer and harder.
"My titties are to my body what your prick is to your body," she grinned. She was right.
"Your tits are fantastic."
"Yes. As fantastic as your cock is. Later, we will put my tits and your prick together for some real fun."
I did not know what she meant, but I knew she would have her way.
"Why, Charles, your cock is rubbed red. The girls must have given it a fucking party!"
"They did."
"It better not be too sore to enjoy another fucking party!"
"It will accommodate you, Mimi."
"That is good. Now come to the bed, Charles."
We lay on the bed and rubbed our bodies together, exciting each other. I was fascinated by her tits and paid special attention to them with my lips and my hands, and Mimi was fascinated by my pecker, and she paid special attention to it with her hot caresses.
"What tits you have, Mimi!" I said as I mouthed them and sucked greedily on the long, hard nipples.
"And what a cock you have, Charles!" she cried happily as she manipulated my swollen flesh.
And then I took her, pressing my body down on her, spearing my giant prick into her juicy, tight cunt.
"Ah, Charles, I never felt such a big cock before! It fills me so! I love it. Fuck me to death with your horse's cock!"
And I fucked her juicy pussy with strength and fury. All the while I sucked avidly on those tremendous titties. My cock was sore but it throbbed and felt wonderful as it pushed in and out of her tight, creamy pussy. She heaved her ass expertly, making my prick tingle with each deep, rotating plunge.
I drenched her pussy with my spurting cock. She screamed out her pleasure and her own hot drenching juices spewed over my plunging, spurting prick. It was a very good fuck. She was an expert at screwing.
She stroked and sucked my prick back up to a hard state again quickly. And then she lay back and told me what she wanted.
"Fuck me between my tits," she commanded.
She put her hands on the outside swells of each of her breasts and pushed them together, making a deep valley for my hard cock to press in between.
I moved up on her and pushed my sopping cock into the deep valley that her big breasts made. Then I began fucking her in the tits. It felt bizarre and made my prick experience special tingles. I enjoyed this tit-fucking immensely! I got an extra treat as I fucked her between the tits. My cock was so big and long that the knobby head of it and two additional inches poked out from the top of the valley of her tits. She bent her head forward, opened her red lips, and took my prick in.
It was wondrous! I felt the lush joy of titty-screwing at the same time as I got a blow-job! When I came I came between her sucking lips. It was good!
I fucked her pussy twice more and then, before I took my leave, I once again enjoyed a combination tit-fuck and blow-job. Mimi was a very accomplished little piece!
I got only two hours sleep before I had to arise. I was very tired as I mounted into the carriage and joined Marie and Marguarite again. My chest felt hollow from lack of sleep, and the soreness had not had time to leave my pecker because of Mimi's pussy, tits and lips.
I could see that the girls were rested and restless. I knew I was in for a long, steaming journey that day in the privacy of the cab at the mercy of the girls.
CHAPTER TEN
We now all knew our destination. We were bound for Spain and a large estate that the Count had acquired there. We learned that the estate was as grand as the one we had sorrowfully left in France, and that we would be safe from all difficulties once we arrived.
The journey had been long and dreary, boring and exhausting. We all longed for it to end. And end it would after the journey on the morrow. We had one day left and we would cross over into Spain. Safety lay there.
We had put up for the night at another private dwelling. During the long trek over the mean and rutted roads we had stayed in all manners of places, high and low. This place was a big one, nearly the equal of the estate on which I had encountered Mimi of the giant tits. Again I found my place in the servants' quarters.
The girls had slackened their attentions toward me. Being tired, they slept a great deal to that my worn prick got a chance to return to its normal color. Also, the. soreness had a chance to heal. I do not mean by this that Marguarite and Marie lost interest. I mean that since they were overtired they took less advantage of me. I am not complaining. Both of the girls were delightful to have sex with. It is just that I was having too much of it in cramped, trying, tiring conditions. I could not mislead myself. I knew that once we established a new living pattern at the Count's new estate things would take up where they left off. I would continue to tutor the girls when we were not screwing, which meant that I would not do much tutoring. I just hoped that the girls' lack of improved schooling would not be noticed by the Countess or Count.
I bathed., supped and then relaxed and chatted with the servants who lived on the estate. They told me many stories of the bawdy life that they led. They said that there were six girls serving there and that all of the girls loved their fucking. The servant boys complied, of course. They told me that they could arrange for me to have my choice of any one of the girls for a hot session of screwing. I thanked them and told them that tonight I needed sleep more than I needed pussy. They would not understand how anything could come before pussy. If I were in their places I would have felt the same way. My talk with the servant boys was interrupted when I was told to report to the Countess. Monique was wearing a gown through which I could see her naked charms.
"Come in and join me, Charles, my lover," she smiled. She was graceful and charming. She looked very well. I could not imagine how she could look so beautiful and rested after such a long day's journey. I uttered my wonder to her.
"Monique, how do you manage to look so beautiful? The trip today was so long and dirty and tiring."
"I am no more rested than anyone else. Oh, I did sleep some in the carriage, but a pumping carriage does not permit perfect, deep sleep. I believe it is because we are nearly at the end of our flight. I rejoice that we will be able to settle down to a comfortable, safe life once more."
"I have had enough of travelling to last me a lifetime, Monique."
"I know you have. We all have. But we will be rewarded by the favor of living a calm, peaceful life. I want to hear no more of bloodshed!"
"Is there news from Paris?"
"We have been so out of touch, Charles. All we hear are broken rumors and they conflict with one another. One does not know what to believe. I will believe nothing until I receive official word of what is happening to our beloved country."
"But how will we ever learn the truth, Monique? If we are to live isolated, how will word get to us from Paris?"
"Never fear, the Count has ways of knowing and finding out things. He is by now safe at our new home. He is awaiting our arrival. When we arrive he will have fresh, trustworthy news for us."
"I cannot wait to hear the news."
"How has it been travelling with my daughters, Charles?"
"I have found it pleasant," I said, trying not to commit too much information to her. I did not want to offend her, either.
"Have the girls truly behaved themselves?"
"Yes, Monique., they have."
"You are not defending them?"
"I have no need to do that. At every stop they have acted out well their parts. No one has for a moment suspected that they are girls of noble birth. I think that is proof that they have conducted themselves perfectly."
"I know that they have behaved in public. But how have they conducted themselves in the privacy of the carriage?"
Her question frightened me. Why was she asking me how the girls behaved in the privacy of the carriage? Did she know something? Had Mimi broken her word and passed on harmful information to Monique? I felt as if my tongue was tied in knots.
"I do not understand the meaning of your question," I fenced.
"It is a simple question, Charles. I want to know the way in which the girls conduct themselves when they are alone with you in the privacy of the carriage. After all, you have been spending day upon day in their exclusive company as we have travelled."
"I do not know what you expect me to say."
"Say the truth."
I was perplexed. Did she know? I did not know how to act or what to say. I tried to dance with my words, never exactly answering her question, or what I thought she meant by it.
"Your daughters behave in the privacy of the carriage as you would expect them to behave, Monique."
"I hope that isn't true!"
"What do you mean?"
"My daughters are spoiled. I know that. They are spiteful and strong willed. I want to know if they have been inflicting their bad tempers upon you."
"I have had no difficulty."
"Then they haven't mistreated you."
"I cannot truthfully say that they have mistreated me."
"You are somehow not answering my questions in a straightforward manner, Charles," she smiled.
"I do not understand."
"I believe that the girls have been mean to you, but you,, being good and faithful, are defending them."
"Ah, Monique, I cannot lodge a complaint against your daughters!"
"All right, Charles, let us drop the matter," she laughed.
I was relieved.
"Charles, tonight will be the last chance we will have to share a good fuck. When we arrive at our new place it will be difficult for awhile. So, we have an hour or two to share. You cannot spend the night. Let us make the most of the little time that we have!"
"I long to put my cock in your warm pussy," I said.
"And I long to have it there. It has been a long time since we have screwed."
"The time that has gone by has been too long."
"Let us make ourselves naked."
She dropped her gown and stood before me in all her glorious beauty. I hastily took off my clothes and we rubbed bodies as we pressed close. The friction of naked skin against naked skin made us squirm and tingle. My cock rose to enormous proportions quickly. As we kissed, tongues clashing heatedly, she trapped my hard dick between her heaving thighs. She bumped her pussy mound against me, and, with my cock trapped between her warm thighs, the feeling was exciting. My rubbing cock felt the hot dribble of her pussy love juice as it rubbed to and fro between her generous thighs.
I jacked my hips back and forth, rubbing my long, hard prick between her thighs. She squirmed her middle against me and sighed. The feeling was pleasurable. The upper portion of my straining, rubbing cock was being lubricated by her pussy juices, creamy and warm.
"Ah, Charles, it feels so very good to feel your monstrous cock again!"
"Monique, no pussy thrills my cock as much as yours does!"
"We must connect my pussy and your cock at once!"
With that she leaped up off the floor, releasing my cock from its tingling captivity between her rubbing thighs. Up came her legs and they wrapped tightly around my waist. Her aim was unerring. She slammed her pussy forward and impaled herself to the hilt on my straining cock, cock.
"Ah, that feels so good!"
"Monique!"
"Fuck me as we stand here!"
Her strong legs laced around my waist and her wet pussy embraced my driving cock. I supported her thusly and fucked her by jacking my hips back and forth. She made the standing up fuck wondrous by worming and circling her pussy on my rigid rod. My hands cradled her swaying ass, and I loved the feel of her firm, fleshy ass in my gripping hands.
"Fuck my longing cunt, my lover, my stud!"
"Your juicy cunt spurs me on!"
In and out my hard cock drove itself into her jelly box. In a matter of moments we both shot forth our come juice. The Countess screamed and I cursed out my pleasure.
"I come, Charles, you mad fucker, I come!"
"And I come!"
"Aeeee! Charles you whip your cock so fiercely. I am spilling forth my juice!"
"I gush in your pussy!"
"Aeeee! Charles, you are a fucker! No fucker compares with you! Aeeee! Oh!"
"Ah! My cock throbs and spurts!"
She clung to my neck with her arms and to my waist with her legs as we bucked through a shattering splash of come. When we had spent ourselves she unlaced her long, strong legs and unimpaled herself.
"That was a marvelous fuck, Charles," she sighed as she slid down the length of my body, her weak knees failing to give her support.
"No woman can match you, Monique!"
"No man can match you!"
She settled on her knees in front of me. She threw her arms around my waist and pressed her firm tits against my thighs. The nipples were so stiff that I thought they would poke holes in my thighs.
"Oh, look, Charles," she laughed.
"What, Monique?"
"Your cock is covered with my thick, creamy come juice!"
"Some of that juice must be mine own. It mixed inside your cunt with your juices."
"Yes, that is right! Ummm, even though your cock shrinks in size it still looks good enough to eat!"
"It is then served to you as a meal, if you like!"
"I like! I shall eat it up!"
She licked her pink tongue up and down and around on my spent pecker.
"See how I clean it? Ummm, it tastes so good! May I have some more?" she teased.
"You may have all you like, Monique, my love!"
Her tongue danced up and down the length of my cock. And then she diverted her attention. Her mouth came to play on my balls. She sucked one into her mouth, and then the other. Her tongue teased and jabbed at the hanging balls.
"Monique, you are driving me mad!"
"Hush while I enjoy my meal. Nothing tastes better to me than your balls and cock!"
She ate lavishly of my genitals. She sucked heatedly at my balls, making them ache. Then she began to strike at them with her stabbing tongue, making them sway. All the while her hands gripped the cheeks of my sweating ass. Her fingers ran up and down the deep trench between the twin moons of my ass, giving me bizarre thrills.
With her hands she turned me around so that her face came close to my ass. Then she began to drive me wild as her tongue slid up and down the deep ass trench.
"Ah!" I sobbed, trembling with thrills.
Her tongue stabbed in and out of my asshole as if it were indeed a cock. The sensation was bizarre and it made my dizzy and weak in the knees. She feasted with her tongue at my asshole until my knees gave way and I sank to the floor, falling forward on my chest.
She did not give up her assault.
"You'll not get away from me, Charles!" she laughed.
"I do not want to!"
"You shant!"
And into the trench of my ass her tongue sped, making me whine. When she finished her play back there she turned me over onto my back and regarded my condition.
"Well, Charles, you seem to enjoy being fucked in the ass!"
My cock was fully erected and her eyes devoured it.
"You certainly did enjoy my tongue-fucking in the ass, did not you?"
"I did!" I gasped.
"I can see that! Your cock is once again hard. My tongue-fuck did it, is not that correct?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Now you must do the same for me!"
"Happily!"
She rolled over onto her stomach and presented her lush ass invitingly. I dove my face eagerly down. I rubbed my mouth over the swelling cheeks of her matchless ass, kissing and biting.
"Get on with it, Charles! Do not tease!"
My stiff tongue struck out and began to drag up and down along and in the deep trench of her ass. She screamed and squirmed, enjoying herself hugely. Then I tongue-fucked her asshole as she had tongue-fucked mine.
"That is gooood! Oh, good, Charles!"
I continued to fuck her asshole avidly with my wet, stiff tongue until she screamed to me again.
"Enough, Charles! Now I want the real thing! Screw me in my steaming asshole with your great cock!"
She crawled up and took the position of a female dog. I, the male dog, climbed up and braced myself over her vulnerable ass. My arms went around her and my hands were filled with the swaying fruits of her big, firm tits. My hands toyed with her tits and her hard nipples drilled into my palms.
I steadied myself and then, with a heavy thrust, I stabbed my ready cock all the way into her heavenly asshole.
"Ah! Good, Charles! Fuck me like a dog! I am your bitch in heat. Fuck me you dog!"
And fuck her I did! I jabbed my reeking cock in and out of her tight asshole with fury. My balls banged against her heaving ass each time my prick drilled into her.
"You fuck better than any dog! Oh, Charles, no dog can fuck like you!"
As I fucked her, dog-style, I wondered over her words. She screamed out repeatedly that no dog could fuck like me. Did she mean that? Was it simply a figure of speech? I did not like the idea of Monique, lovely Monique, being screwed by an animal, a dog. I tried to put the thought from my mind as I heaved my rugged prick in and out of jacking, rotating ass.
When we parted Monique bathed us both, and she used a perfumed soap on my reeking prick. It smelled like a flower when she got done.
"There, Charles, my wonderful lover, now your prick is clean and it smells sweet," she smiled. She kissed me and her hands toyed with my sweet-smelling pecker.
"My prick smells like a field of flowers," I laughed.
"Do not let anyone pick it but me," she teased.
"I'd like to fuck you again, Monique!"
"And I would like to screw you, also, Charles, my boy lover. But it grows late. We must not endanger ourselves. Soon we will be able to screw to our heart's content. But for now, we must be sensible and take care. Now dress, my stud, my lover, and hasten to take your leave. It is not that I wish you to leave, it is that safety dictates that we exert caution. We have taken an extreme chance in meeting here in my chambers for a fucking. It was a chance I had to risk because I longed for your big cock so. But for now, we must be careful and go slow. Do you understand?"
"I do. I love you."
"And I you."
We kissed and I left her bedchamber carefully, so that no one would see me or suspect. I worked my way slowly out of the house. Once outside in the darkness, I drew a breath of night air and breathed easily once more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I felt proud of myself. The beautiful Countess was risking all just so that she could fuck with me. It was flattering to my pride. My ego inflated. I knew that she cared greatly for me. The fact that she was interested in the way in which her daughters were treating me indicated this. Normally no high-born person cares a bit about the feelings of one low-born. But the Countess Monique had demonstrated that she cared for my feelings by asking how her daughters behaved toward me. Such consideration was rare and nearly unheard of.
Yes, I felt ego inflated as I walked through the night toward the servants' quarters. The grass underfoot was thick and springy. I entered the building and walked up the narrow, dimly-lighted corridor toward my tiny room. From around the corner in the corridor I heard much laughter, the laughter of both boys and girls. I was curious, so I walked quietly passed my own room, turned the corner and moved with the silence of a cat along the corridor. The heavy door through which the shouts, laughs, screams, curses were coming was closed. But there was a crack in the heavy wood through which light came. I put my eye to the crack and peered in.
There were four girls and eight boys in the small room. They were all servants. The four girls were all pretty and they were all, also, naked. The eight boys servants were naked, too. They were having a fine orgy.
One pretty girl was sandwiched between three boys. They were all having their ways with her, and she was obviously enjoying herself. Hands molded her full breasts. Lips burned her creamy flesh. One boy lay on his side to her front while another lay on his side in back of her. The girl lay on her side too. This made everything easy. As they lay on their sides, they fucked furiously. The boy in front was fucking her dripping pussy. The boy in the back was screwing her tempting ass. The other boy was fucking her between the lips with his red, swollen dick. It was a three way fuck she was getting, and she loved it.
A second servant girl, small and shapely with hair of yellow, was having two boys at once. A boy sat on the floor, his legs outstretched before him. The girl sat over his lap, her back to him, impaled on his hard pecker. As she fucked his cock mightily by jamming her pussy up and down she enjoyed the way his hands fondled her tits and plucked her nipples. She also enjoyed the way she was sucking on another boy's prick. She sucked it avidly, lips driving up and down over its length, and the boy stood there before her, his hips moving, pushing his cock to and fro at her greedy lips.
A third girl was pressed between two bodies of two boys, tightly. She was being fucked in the ass and the cunt simultaneously. A boy lay flat on his back beneath her. She lay on him, her creamy cunt lips fucking his rock-hard cock. And on her backside, his chest arched up, lay a second boy, driving his stained pecker in and out of her tight asshole with the same rhythm that the girl was using as she fucked the other boy's cock with her pussy.
The fourth girl, equally as pretty as the other three, only had one boy to herself. But she was using him well. As I watched she made him eat her pussy. He complied, licking his tongue up and down over the soaking lips of her mound. She cried out with pleasure when his tongue began to dart in and out of her passion box. She squirmed her ass and drove her pussy eagerly up against her face. He ate her cunt with hunger and when she hit her climax, she screamed and went red in the face.
But that only momentarily satisfied her. She made him dive down again and use his dipping tongue in her drenched pussy lips. When she had had a second coming, she pushed the boy onto his back and climbed up aboard his rigid cock as it pointed up toward the ceiling.
Her pussy, dribbling come cream, took his pecker in as her ass descended, and in an instant his cock was buried inside. She fucked him with gusto as he lay there.
The boys had not lied when they told me that the servant girls living here could be had easily. That I could clearly see through the crack in the heavy door. What the boys did not tell me was that though the girls could be easily had, in truth., they were not being had at all. It was the boys who were being had. That I could tell after watching for a few minutes.
You see, the girls were directing the fucking action and the sucking play. They told the boys what to do and in all cases it was the girls who were taking the initiative. The boys, though they were enjoying a fucking delight, were the servants in the game.
If a girl wanted her pussy licked, a boy quickly bent to the task. If a girl desired to fuck a boy from the top, then a boy quickly lay down on his back and made ready to be taken. If a girl wanted an ass-fucking or a pussy-fucking, she told the boys so and they fucked her as she directed. If a girl desired to blow on a hard cock, or desired to tease one erect with her knowing lips, well then she picked the cock that her lips would give pleasure.
During the two hours or more that I stood peeking in not once did any of the eight boys take command of any of the four girls. I did not go in because I was so fascinated by the spectacle that it never occurred to me. Besides., I had just enjoyed a solid round of fucks with the Countess Monique. As I have said, not once did any of the eight boys take command of any of the four girls. After watching, I understood. The girls were more capable. They had more stamina and more imagination. Those four pretty, young, servant girls completely wore out the eight husky young servant boys ... completely wore them out. The girls were still glowing and ready to fuck more, much more, but the boys dropped off, one after the other, in abject exhaustion, their limp pricks tucked between their shaking legs. They looked like frightened dogs ducking their tails between their legs. The girls were exultant while the boys were exhausted. I watched until all eight boys were lying around, puffing desperately for breath. None of them could coax a hard-on out of his slick prick.
The girls stood there in the center of the room, naked and glowing. They giggled as they stared around at the boys sprawled out beneath them.
"See the boys are through," the little yellow haired girl laughed.
"Their pricks run out so quickly!"
"Too quickly!"
"That is right!"
The boys lay there, looking ashamed as the girls derided them.
"There are only four of us girls and yet we fuck you eight boys into a state of collapse!"
"And they say that boys and men are stronger!" the pretty girl with the brown hair sneered.
"No! Girls are superior!" We lead them! We fuck them until they collapse and yet we can fuck more, much more!"
"The boys are weaklings!"
"I want more fucking!"
"So do I!"
"And I!"
"But the boys are worn out! Their pricks have no juice left and they cannot get hard. What can we do?"
"We shall make them eat us again!"
"That is a good idea!"
All of the girls seemed to like the idea. The girls simply picked the boys that they wanted and went to work. Each girl squatted over a boy's face and rubbed her drenched pussy against his mouth. The boy had to respond. His tongue had to act as a substitute for the cock that he could not make grow hard.
Each girl rubbed her pussy over a boy's tongue. Four girls, four pussy dripping wet, four boys' tongue dipping in. The other four boys lay on the floor as if in stupors, their pricks cunt-juice gleaming, and limp.
When the four girls finished over the four boys' faces, they rubbed their dribbling pussies over the boys' flushed faces, and laughed. They were humiliating the boys and the boys were doing nothing to stop them. And then the four girls moved on to the next four boys.
It was the same. Four pussies rubbed over four boys' mouths. Four boys lay on their back as four girls spread their thighs and squatted down, presenting their dripping pussies. Four boys' faces disappeared between four girls' thighs. Four girls cried out as they enjoyed the tongue-fucking of the clitoris and the pussy lips.
I did not know how much longer this was going to go on. I was not eager to join the orgy. I was tired. I could see that the girls were not yet through with the boys. If the boys could not get their peckers hard, then they'd have to eat pussy again. The girls had absolute control over the boys.
I smiled to myself. Oh, how the servant boys had boasted to me earlier! They had proclaimed their masculine prowess and had told me how they used the willing servant girls. They had told me that they could arrange things with a servant girl for me. I nearly laughed. The girls led and they followed. The boys could arrange nothing. The girls did as they wished. I had never in my life seen such a situation. Never before had I ever witnessed mass male subjugation. That is what the servant boys were suffering at the hands of the servant girls.
Things are seldom what they seem, that is true. When you saw the boys or listened to them speak you thought one thing, but the exact opposite was true. I wanted no part of their orgy and male subjugation.
I had suffered my only subjugation at the hands of Marie and Marguarite. But one could not say that I was truly subjugated. I had no other choice but to do the girls' bidding. And, unlike the eight servant boys, I could not be worn out. My cock seemed to be able to erect itself time and again. And, more often then not, I fucked the girl or woman into submission with my battering ram of a cock.
No, I wanted no part of the orgy.
I made my way quietly up the corridor to my little room. I would need what rest I could get because we would be arising early in the morning for our last day's trip. The journey was nearly over. Safety and rest would await us. We would learn of the events in Paris. We would see how France was reacting. We would start life again in exile in a strange country. But we would live in comfort, and life on the estate would be made to seem as close to that which we had left behind. This I knew.
I opened the heavy door to my tiny room and entered. I found and lighted a candle. As the light of the candle illuminated my small room I discovered at once that I was not alone. Little Marie, naked and smiling, lay on my narrow, humble bed.
"Hello, Charles," she said with a teasing smile on her lovely young face.
"Marie! What ever are you doing here?"
I was in a state!
"I came over to visit you," she laughed softly.
"But do you not realize how dangerous this is? If you are discovered here ..She did not let me complete my statement.
"I will not be discovered here. Bolt the door." I did. "Good."
"What do you want? Where is your sister?"
"My sister is asleep. I could not sleep. Visions of your giant cock continually danced in my fevered brain, making my pussy itch and drip with longing."
"You are cock crazy!"
"Yes, I am, Charles!" But I am especially crazy for your cock. It is as big as a horse's. No man or boy has a cock that is the equal of yours. Yes, I am crazy for cocks! But most of all I am crazy for yours!"
"You are taking a terrible chance, Marie!"
"Do not worry, Charles. At times you are like an old lady."
"If we are caught, Marie, do you realize what will occur?"
"We will not be caught. If we are, I hope we will at least have joined in several lusty fucks first."
"You are a crazy girl, Marie!"
"A cock crazy girl," she laughed with ease.
"Yes!"
"Well, Charles, I am cock crazy and I am here."
"Yes. What exactly do you want of me?"
"Oh, a suck and a fuck!" she laughed.
"You are cock crazed."
"Indeed I am!" she smiled proudly. "I am not interested in lying here listening to your opinions on how very interested I am in pricks. Get out of your clothes and come into bed. I have some sucking and fucking to do, and I am going to do it with you because you have the biggest pecker available."
"What choice did I have? I stripped away my garments because a twelve-year-old, noble-born girl ordered me to do so.
As she took my hardening cock between her wet, sliding, sucking lips, I let my mind wander. I wondered if in the new nation that would arise in France after the fall of Louis XVI ... I wondered if in that nation an oversexed girl child like Marie would still be permitted to order me about. I could not imagine it any other way than it was now. I believe that boys of my station will always do the bidding of girls of her station.
She played with my cock with her lips. I knew that she would suck on it as we made the final leg of our journey in the carriage tomorrow. I knew she and her sister would continue to have their ways with me as I continued on as their tutor. It did not seem to me that any change in the government of France would mean much to me.
Her wet, sucking lips dragged up and down slowly, with tantalizing fervor, on my swollen dick. Her jaws were wide-spread and her lips were parted in the roundest, biggest oval that they could make. Between those wet, oval lips my monstrous cock dipped. She fed on it as if it were some rare delicacy.
Her mouth made a slurp, slurp sound as her moist, surging lips raced more and more swiftly up and down the long, hard column of my swaying prick. Her eyes were half lidded and there was a dreamy expression on her young and lovely face. Her face was in truth a mask, a beautiful mask, of pure, absolute pleasure. Never in my life had I ever known a member of the female sex who so enjoyed sucking on a man's fuck-stick.
My cock was beginning to tingle with racing shocks. The throbbing became more pronounced. In the grip of her fantastic young lips my dick was swelling and beginning to pulse. The explosion of my sperm from the knobby head of my pecker was only moments away. Oh, how she sucked! She was a sensational blow-job!
I began to buck my hips wildly, drawing my lip-piercing dick in and out of the moist, warm circle rapidly. Her lips stayed with my surging cock. The hair of her bobbing head swept up and down over my thighs and stomach.
Suddenly she won. Her lips brought my cock to total surrender. It lost all control, bulged, throbbed, pulsed, and then spewed forth a geyser of hot, white, sticky come. She drank of my squirting sperm avidly, her throat swallowing gobs of it down hungrily.
My fuck-stick continued to splash sperm in between her surging, gripping lips as her head bobbed with blinding speed over my erupting prick. She took with sucking pleasure every drop that my jerking cock had to offer. When there was nothing left to drink and my pecker began to slowly soften, she trailed her wet lips slowly up and off of my tingling staff.
"That was very much fun," little Marie smiled. "Did you enjoy and derive pleasure from my blow-job?" she asked with a happy, satisfied smile.
"Yes. You give matchless blow-jobs, Marie."
Her sensitive lips glittered wetly as they smiled at me.
"Do you know, Charles, your prick had a delightful smell?'
"Oh?"
"Yes. You must have washed it with highly-perfumed soap. It smells like a very rich soap that you used. Where did you get it? Surely such expensive soap is not provided in the servants' quarters, Charles."
"One of the boys gave it to me," I lied.
"One of the servant boys that lives here?"
"Yes, Marie."
"But where would he have gotten the expensive soap?"
"I suppose that he took it from the house and...."
"Now, tell me the truth, Charles!"
"Oh, all right! One of the servant girls gave it to me." I lied desperately.
"A servant girl?"
"Yes, Marie."
"Did you fuck her?"
"Yes."
"How dare you!" she cried out., her face white with anger.
"Why are you angered?"
"How dare you fuck a servant girl when you are fucking my sister and me?! Do you want to carry filth from the servant girl's dirty pussy to our pussies? Shame on you Charles! You are bad! Oh, I hate you and I shall see to it that you are punished!"
"Marie, we are not married people"
"No, but you are mine!"
"Marie, you cannot act this way!"
"Oh, I cannot?"
Her face was red with anger. She took me by surprise and pushed me over and then, before I quite knew what was taking place, she was flailing wildly with her shoe over my ass. Whack, whack, whack! Her sharp little shoe ripped over my behind, hurting me, spanking me, viciously. My ass hurt. She whipped her shoe over my ass with all of the fury that she had in her young body. She was outraged that I would make love to anyone other than her sister and herself. Yes, she was truly outraged.
My ass was flaming with pain and red welts from the vicious spanking that she was giving me. I could not stop her or resist. She was higher-born than I and it was meant for her to have her way with me, no matter how it shamed me. And her spanking of my hurting ass with her sharp shoe made me sink into the depths of shame. I was humiliated. I cowered. I could not even protest. I wanted to rise up and give the spoiled girl the beating of her life, but I could not rise up, I could not leave the lowly station of my birth.
Even though my ass burned with pain my mind raced ahead. I wondered of France. I wondered if things were changing there, whether a new government was being born. I wondered whether girls like Marie would be allowed to whip boys like me under the new government. I wondered. Tomorrow I would know more. Information of the Revolution would be awaiting us when we arrived.
I gave serious thought of leaving and returning to France if it were true that a republic was being formed. That would mean democracy. I would be the equal of Marie. I could not comprehend such a thing ever happening. On the morrow, at the end of our journey, would we learn that democracy and a republic had replaced royalty? Only the morrow and the days that followed would tell.
I did not really want to leave. I had love for the Countess Monique. I had been well cared for. But now I was being shamed beyond the point which I could endure. I was shamed that a little girl was spanking me with her sharp shoe. And I could do nothing but endure the spanking. Shame, I was filled with shame.
What would life be like for me in Spain? What would life be like in France after the fall of the King and Queen? Where would I best survive? These questions time could only answer. I would watch and wait and endure what I had to endure until I had all of the answers to all of my questions.
EPILOGUE
At this point The Intimate Journal of Charles Luynes breaks off. We do not know the end of his story. It is buried with his bones somewhere in Europe. All we can do is speculate, and speculation will lead us nowhere. We must be satisfied that his Journal has come down through the years to us. From it we have learned how a boy of the servant class lived through the fading days of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. We cannot say that Charles Luynes was typical of all servant boys. He was,, however, typical of the servant boys who managed to raise themselves up above the low mark of their births.
One is led to believe, during the closing pages of Charles Luynes' Journal, that he would run away, leaving his beloved Countess Monique, and then make his way back into France if the temperature of life had become favorable for freedom. One can only believe that the treatment that he suffered at the hands of the Countess' daughters was the kind of treatment that he would not long suffer as he grew older. For this reason one is led to believe that indeed, Charles Luynes did flee when he learned how events in France were running. But, we will never know.
We must be satisfied with this record of his times.
