In Italy

Franz Herrnthaler rode across the Alps with a heavy heart, sleeping in barns or in the open air. He had enough time to think about his situation. What could he do? He had learned Italian and French quite well from his comrades during the war. He had learned some church Latin during his time with Katharina, as most of the tomes he could read in the library and in the vicarage were written in Latin. Of course, there were already some newspapers and pamphlets reporting on the course of the war and politics. He had brushed up on his schooling and eagerly devoured all the academic books.

He had thought about it for a long time and was determined to find God. Italy was the most Catholic country, there were many opportunities here to approach God and faith. He still had 50 gold florins and more than 200 silver guilders, most of which he had taken from Hofstätter. He carried the money in two pouches and his knife under his leather jerkin, which Katharina had sewn for him together with his knee‐length leather leggings. When he came to populated areas, he put on his imperial doublet so that he would be recognized immediately as an imperial. On the outskirts of Bolzano he decided to ask for young widows. He approached several of them, but they had already taken in fugitives from the north.

Then finally, he had already given up inside, he spoke to Florina. She was a young widow in her mid‐20s who had lost her husband in the battle against the Swedes. She was visibly pregnant, a slim peasant girl with large breasts and a tear‐stained face. But she was happy to take him in; as an imperial he was welcome. She offered him a place to stay with the cows in the barn. She gave him a hearty meal and they drank wine. She blushed and said there was only one bedroom and the large double bed. If he didn't want to sleep in the stable. Franz smiled sweetly. He would look after his horse and then join her in the bedroom. Florina blushed up to her breasts and put the dishes away. When Franz returned from the stables, she was already in bed.

She was wide‐eyed when he pulled her nightgown over her head. "I've been on the road for three weeks and haven't had a woman," he said. She nodded, she had met her husband when she was 14 and he was her first and only, she had never really let anyone else cum inside her. She was 22 and had started masturbating heavily again since he had gone into battle. Slightly embarrassed, Florina said she masturbated every morning, at lunchtime and two or three times at night, as often as she felt like it. Franz stroked her round belly. Would she rather masturbate now than fuck? She cried softly. "I've been faithful to him since I gave him my virginity when I was 14. I was always faithful to him, even though he let me fuck his friends. He asked me right after he took my virginity if I would be willing to fuck his friends too. I was shocked at first, but he convinced me. He was very keen to see me fuck and so I agreed. The only condition was that they weren't allowed to cum inside me, because I only wanted him to make me a baby. He understood immediately and made it clear to his friends.

He brought his friends to fuck me right from the start. They were allowed to fuck me and then cum in my asshole or were satisfied with a handjob after fucking me. I felt very desired and deliberately made everyone hot, because right from the start I loved being fucked to orgasm. He loved watching me fuck and he always asked me to let the boyfriend fuck me first and then squirt in my asshole, which really turned him on. In the early years, most of them couldn't hold up to squirt and I had to rub their squirting monsters with my fist or force the squirting cocks into my asshole. I cried with rage every time, because at first the stupid guys just squirted in with a stupid grin! Hundreds of times the guys took advantage of my helpless sexual excitement and squirted inside. I was sometimes speechless when my boyfriend grabbed his buddy's cock and made him finish squirting inside me.

All his friends who joined us were keen to fuck me for real and I was happy to let them fuck me to orgasm because he encouraged me to do it and he really liked it. But I didn't want them to cum inside, so I grabbed each of these guys by the cock before they cum and let them cum in my asshole. Then my boyfriend fucked me to orgasm, and only he was allowed to cum inside properly. There were often two or three of them that I seduced into fucking me at the same time, and there really were a lot of them in those carefree years.

When we got married a few months ago, I stopped getting been fucked or having my asshole fucked and I didn't do any more handjobs. I only belonged to him now. We were really looking forward to having our child, but then the count forced him off to war. And I was left alone, because he was killed after just a few weeks." Florina cried again. "I want to fuck so badly now, I haven't fucked in months!"

Franz was very touched by her story and said she was welcome to masturbate after fucking, that was fine with him. She nodded eagerly and spread her knees. "Come now, Franz, come fuck!" Franz looked at her body, she was a pretty, slim country girl with big breasts and a small pregnant tummy. He penetrated slowly, she had a pleasantly tight vagina and fucked very actively. She was very easy going and quickly had a strong orgasm, but then they continued to fuck hard until he cummed. She continued to masturbate without pause and he stroked her inner thighs and pussy until she was finished. They fucked until dawn, then he fell asleep tired. She had gone shopping in the morning and crawled into bed with him at lunchtime. She let him fuck her with his morning wood and then again and again until he fell asleep from tiredness. He stayed in bed for 4 days, only getting up to check on the horse. On the 5th morning, he said goodbye and rode on.

One night he slept outdoors, then he looked for the next widow in the next settlement, in Salurn. Gianna was in her late 30s, soon to be 40, her children had already flown the nest and her husband was far away. She hadn't heard from him for a year and thought he was probably already dead. She was even less complicated than Florina, she gave him a good supper with grappa and took him straight to her bedroom. He took care of his horse and came to bed with her. She was waiting for him naked, she wasn't romantic at all, she wasn't very talkative and wanted to fuck in no uncertain terms. She was slim and athletically built, but her pussy hole was not tight at all, rather wide and soft. She smiled kindly, embraced him without hesitation and let herself be fucked, smiling but passively. "You can cum in there," she said quietly, "I'm not getting pregnant today!" After the fucking she talked a little about herself, she had never taken fidelity seriously, she had fucked many men before the marriage, during the marriage too and now that he was drafted into military service, she had let herself be fucked often and gladly. Her husband wasn't a very good fucker and he shrugged his shoulders when she brought someone home to fuck. He liked to watch her fucking, but insisted that the guy left after fucking her. He usually fucked her afterwards because he had become horny. Unfortunately for her, she never had an orgasm while they were fucking. It wasn't until her children were grown up that she learned to masturbate. But she didn't want to masturbate when he was present. He stayed two nights and probably fucked Gianna a dozen times, then he rode on.

He entered the San Fermo monastery south of Verona. The padres welcomed him hospitably and he spoke to the padre superior every day. He was able to stay and work in the monastery as a simple brother, and after 4 years he was able to take his vows. He stayed in the monastery for nearly 2 years. From sunrise to midday he worked in the fields and after lunch he sat in the library day in and day out. He honed his Latin, as most of the padres spoke Latin well. In his second year, he was appointed as an altar boy and companion for the padres. He only moved further away from God and the idea of becoming a padre. He was thoroughly mistaken. A hundred years ago, after Pope Borgia, he thought like many catholics, that corruption, greed and fornication had disappeared from the Church. What a mistake! He accompanied the padres riding a mule to the villages and convents, where they read masses and preached unctuously. But as soon as they had taken off their vestments, they laid themselves on wives and daughters, nuns and novices. He had not yet taken his vows and was allowed to fuck whoever he wanted. But the shameless fucking and the fornication of the padres made him sad and drove him away from God, the church and his faith.

He had spoken to the Padre Superior and although the Superior regretted it, he promised to ask around. A few months later, Franz was on the road again. He had a letter of recommendation from the Superior to the Prince of Ferrara, who was looking for a tutor. He was presented and the prince himself examined him. He tested Fratello Francesco's Latin, as he was called here, as he was still wearing the brown monastic habit. The prince was delighted that he also spoke German and French and knew mathematics, geometry and a little astronomy. He listened with interest to the fact that Francesco had fought in the name of the Austrian Emperor for almost 20 years and had educated himself in all sorts of things, such as ancient Roman and ancient Greek philosophy, in Latin books, which delighted the Prince even more, as philosophy was his hobbyhorse. It was unfortunate that Francesco had no knowledge of courtly manners, regional politics or diplomacy, but he would find someone who did. He introduced Francesco to his daughter Giulia, a 14‐year‐old blonde beauty. Francesco liked her at first glance, but Giulia sulked, she didn't want a monk as a teacher. The fact that she was a rebellious, spoiled brat did not escape Francesco's notice. He reassured her, he was not a monk, no way. He was an imperial soldier who had sought refuge in the monastery of San Fermo. The prince, her father, nodded in agreement, that was true, the superior had written to him. Giulia gave him and Francesco a scathing look and hurried off. "She's my only child, she's already put two tutors to flight this year!" said the prince. "I have never run away from a task or an enemy," Francesco said dryly. "The little Principessa doesn't scare me," he continued with a smile, "what am I supposed to concentrate on in class?" The Prince had another glass of wine poured for them, then they continued to talk for another hour. A secretary reminded the Prince of his next appointment. And so it was that Francesco became tutor at the court of Ferrara.

He moved into a cozy room on the top floor, where all the servants slept. He had agreed with the superior that he would either come back after 14 days or not, that was settled. His old horse, the faithful Magdeburger, came into the stable and was well accommodated. Francesco unpacked the three boxes of books, swapped his Fratello frock for his leather clothes and immediately wrote a letter to Katharina. They had kept in touch, the mail had been three weeks in transit, but that was normal at the time. She had written to him a year ago that Eva had given birth to another son and he was very proud of that. He closed his letter, went down to the kitchen for dinner with the maids, then went to sleep.

A soft knocking woke him up. All he could see in the dark was a figure dressed in white, and a woman's voice whispered: "Posso? — can I, Master Francesco?" "Yes," he replied dazedly, not knowing what was going on. She locked the door from the inside, stepped up to his bed and dropped the nightgown. She crawled naked to him under the covers.

Now he was wide awake. He hugged the stranger and wondered if he should light the candles, but he dismissed the idea. There was nothing to see, only to feel. "Who are you?" he breathed and she replied, "Antonia, we saw each other at dinner." He had seen so many girls at dinner, but he didn't know her yet. He touched her face. "Antonia," he said, "do you really want it?" She nodded mutely, her hand crawling over his back and feeling his cock. "Yes, please, Master!"

Antonia was apparently not inexperienced and bent over his cock to lick it stiff. It was also a hygienic measure, of course, he knew that. After a few minutes, she had licked him stiff and lay down on her back. He was aroused, but he couldn't help himself: "Posso? — may I?" He sensed Antonia's smile. She pulled him between her thighs. It wasn't very tight, but it was soft and very wet. They fucked for quite a while, pleasurably and almost silently. He had to squirt and Antonia pushed him deep inside her. She was highly aroused, but she had missed her orgasm. He sank down beside her and felt for her clit. "No, no!" she cried softly, but he stubbornly continued. "No, no!" she repeated softly, but she gladly gave in and opened her thighs willingly. It didn't take Francesco two minutes, she pressed her lips to his neck so as not to be loud and panted excitedly through her nose. In orgasm, she bit him lightly on the neck, the orgasm was so strong. She leaned her head against him and whispered, "Thank you!" They fucked later again and Francesco whispered that she should do it to herself. She hesitated for a very long time, but then masturbated. Her orgasm came just seconds before he cummed. They whispered for a while longer, then Antonia put on her nightgown and floated away silently.

In the early morning there was a knock at the door, "There's breakfast downstairs, Master!" said a deep female voice. He went down to breakfast, gradually realizing how things worked in the princely household. He went up to the first floor, asked a servant where the study was and asked her to call the Principessa. He leafed through a book and Giulia only arrived after a quarter of an hour, locked the door and sat down. She was snotty, and it showed. He asked politely how she had slept and how her mother was today. She immediately dropped the snotty attitude, she was only 13 and would soon be 14, her father had said. She wasn't used to anyone taking an interest in her, she was only a princely pledge for a diplomatically important marriage. She replied softly, "Thank you, Don Francesco, I slept very well. And Mom has been dead for two years." He murmured his condolences and she went on to say that her mother had died giving birth to a little brother, who had died too. She missed her mother very much, Giulia said and smiled shyly. She had noticed his greedy look under her skirt and smiled smugly, he was like all men in that respect, she thought. She let him stare for long moments. The ice was broken and he asked her questions to find out what she knew. She spoke neither German nor French, but was fluent in Latin. Her father had taught her that so that she could read the ancient Romans and Greeks. She was very well‐read, but had no idea about geography and travel reports, and was also unfamiliar with recent history and the political situation. She knew quite a lot about courtly customs and noble families, but he had to pass. This was his first time at a princely court; he was actually a soldier. Nevertheless, he listened carefully when she told him about these distinguished families.

He told Giulia to listen carefully and then read out one of Pliny's most famous speeches. She knew the speech, she said at the end. Now they were discussing how to analyze this speech. She was very concentrated, but she realized that she had not yet understood some of what was well hidden in it. Two hours later she said she wanted to order something to drink and eat. She went to the door, unlocked it and spoke to a servant. Ten minutes later she came in with a tray and Giulia locked the door behind her. They drank and ate and Giulia interjected between lines that she might not chase him away after all. "I wouldn't make it easy for you, Principessa," he said, leaning back resolutely. She looked at him from the side and said surprisingly, "You have a big hickey on your neck!" He was surprised and didn't say anything at first. "That can happen when you're fucking!" he then said dryly. Now she asked him who it was, what was her name, was it a woman or a boy? He said grimly that he was no more interested in boys than he was in dogs or cats. She laughed uproariously. "Dogs and cats! You have a real sense of humor, Master Francesco!" But no matter how much she asked and pondered names out loud, she couldn't get more than a smug smile out of him. He pushed the tray aside and picked up Plinius again. But he was in for a surprise.

Giulia took a seat in the chair opposite him and placed her feet on the seat to the left and right of her bottom. She let her knees fall apart and hiked up her skirt. He couldn't look away and couldn't take his eyes off her childish, virginal pussy. It went through him like a bolt of lightning, because he immediately thought of little Eva, who provocatively showed him her pussy every day in the fields. Giulia's cunt was just as exciting, between the labia majora the labia minora folded apart like a small butterfly, above it a large and long foreskin that completely covered the clitoris. Even higher, a sparse, golden bush was barely visible. He looked closely, Giulia seemed to be an untouched virgin, but he wasn't sure. He looked into her eyes as she said, "Well?" He was aware that the ice was thin, that with the slightest mistake he could destroy everything. "Are you still a real virgin, Principessa?" he asked softly. She nodded with a smile. "I've thought about fucking one of the little pageboys several times. But they're very silly and careless when they rub their little cock until it squirts out. I wouldn't be that careless!" She looked at him with a smile, sliding a hand onto her golden bush.

"You do realize, Principessa, that this is a little unseemly for a noble lady, don't you?" She smiled and replied cheekily: "Of course, I know, but I wanted to show you my pussy, Don Francesco. Do you think it's beautiful or ugly?" Thin ice, Franz, thin ice! he thought. "It's very pretty," he muttered, "pretty, but useless!"

She looked at him in astonishment. "Useless?" Francesco had now everything under control again. "But of course, or do you play with your 'farfallina' at night?" She looked at him in astonishment. "What's that supposed to be, the 'farfallina'?" Suddenly she understood: "You must mean the clit, it's called 'clitoride' or 'clitorina'." He nodded, yes, that's exactly what he meant. She thoughtlessly pulled back the foreskin with her middle finger and the small pink clitoris was visible. She thought very hard. "But you won't tell anyone, will you, Master Francesco?" He nodded and grumbled, "I wouldn't even tell it to the unchaste Pope in Rome!" and now Giulia had to laugh. She became serious again. "I bring my 'farfallina' to orgasm every night, at least twice, sometimes more often. I saw a maid do it many years ago and secretly imitated it. The first time I did it, I pissed in the bed because I didn't know how strong an orgasm was."

Francesco had seen enough and heard a lot of new things. "I'll see you again tomorrow at this time, now I have to go because it's very unseemly!" He got up, grabbed his books and actually left without looking back. She is just like Eva was at 14, Giulia also wanted to fuck, at any cost. But he wanted to keep his head on his neck, my God, the girl was going to drive him crazy. Just like when little Eva held her childish pussy in front of him day after day and he had to pull himself together to keep from fucking her in the field!

He put the books on his desk and went down to the kitchen. He was far too early, but he had to be around people now to keep his wits about him. He watched the cooks at work, he stared at the plump female asses of the cooks and the helpers. One of the cooks noticed his absent‐minded stare and placed a large cup of light country wine in front of him. He looked up startled and thanked her, drank a few sips obediently and continued to stare at the plump female asses.

The room filled up, the staff arrived in full force and he tried to figure out which of the friendly girls was Antonia. She had told him as she was leaving that she would be back. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't find her.

He had been lying in the dark for a very long time until he heard the soft knock. The figure in the white nightgown asked again, "Posso?" and he said impatiently, "Avanti!" which meant something like "Go!". She locked the door, dropped her nightgown and slipped under his covers. "You're late, Antonia!" and he heard her chuckle. "No, I'm Antonia's sister, my name is Andrea. She's younger than me, 31, and I'm 34!" He now realized that Andrea's bottom was a little plumper than Antonia's, her breasts smaller and much softer. Andrea also felt his body and concentrated on his cock. "Antonia told me, Master Francesco, that you fucked her twice and that you worked her masterfully with your finger during the break. Are we going to do it the same way?" Francesco nodded in the dark and growled, "Sure we do! And didn't Antonia tell you that she couldn't have an orgasm when we fucked and she did it herself with her finger the second time?" he asked emphatically. "No, Master, she didn't say. We both don't get orgasms when we fuck and if we do it to ourselves with a finger, we certainly don't do it in front of other people!" Andrea dived down and licked his cock. She lay on her back and let her knees fall apart. He mounted her, her vagina was even softer and wider than Antonia's. "You can do it with your finger, that's okay with me!" he grumbled as he began to fuck her. She remained silent and only after a very long hesitation did she begin to rub her clit. He waited with the squirting until she was writhing in orgasm and her vaginal muscles were flexing his cock. During the break, he masturbated her the way she had masturbated before. The second fuck went like the first, but afterwards she hugged him and kissed him on the mouth. "See you tomorrow, Mylord" she breathed before silently floating out. He thought for a long time about which one would come tomorrow, Antonia or Andrea? He fell asleep over it.

He didn't recognize either of them at breakfast. He went grimly into the study room, where Giulia was already waiting. The tray with the snack was already on the table. He sat down and opened Cato, Cato Porcius the Elder. It was the turn of the famous Carthage speech. Giulia greeted him kindly and stood up. She locked the door with the bolt and moved the chair directly in front of him. Grinning broadly, she sat down like yesterday and let him look. It took him a long time to pick up the Cato. She sat like that all day. When she was thinking or had to concentrate fully in a discussion, her fingers played excitedly with the foreskin, she tugged on it and pushed it back and forth to reach the clit, but she didn't masturbate. As they ate their midday snack, she told him that last night she had rubbed her 'farfallina' for so long, from orgasm to orgasm, that she had fallen asleep in the middle of it. He just nodded, expressing understanding, what could he say?

They had almost finished their snack when she asked him about fucking. She had only seen it from afar so far and he had to tell her all about it. He sensed that she really wanted to know and wasn't just using him. He talked about fucking, what the man did, what the woman did and the best way for her to reach orgasm. He didn't hide from her that only about half of the women at all could have an orgasm while fucking, which the good Lord had done badly in His absent‐mindedness. Giulia interjected that hopefully she had it better. He explained to her that in this case the woman had to rub her 'farfallina', preferably while fucking or afterwards. And a man, of which there were plenty, wasn't worth a shot of powder if he didn't allow it. Giulia thought for a long time. "But then it's wrong for my father to ask me to wait until the wedding to fuck. I have no way of knowing whether he's worth his shot of powder!" He had no good answer to that, he said. He said that the people in reformed Germany were much smarter than us Catholics. "Bride and groom fuck there before the wedding, but one of the parents has to be there as a chaperone. The father always fucked the bride later when he was horny, because it was common practice and accepted. Whether it was his own daughter or his daughter‐in‐law, the father was allowed to fuck her as often as he wanted. Or she does it to him by hand like your little pageboys. Sometimes the groom has to fuck the mother‐in‐law afterwards if she has no one else to fuck. But that way the bride and groom can find out if they can fuck each other well." Giulia had listened with her mouth open and had excitedly tugged and pulled at her clit. She calmed down when he had finished counting. "That's clever," was her final comment.

He was curious and asked what it was like with the little pageboys? She said without hesitation that they like to let her watch them, when the little pageboys rub their little boy cocks and squirting on the floor. Some of the bigger ones let her rub them too, but not very often. They prefer to do it themselves. He nodded and that was the end of the matter. He picked up the Cato and they analyzed and discussed until the evening. By now, he found it quite natural to stare at her pussy in between or watch her tugging and tearing at her clit.

He lay in the dark again and waited for the knocking. Earlier than usual, she knocked, locked the door and crawled naked under his covers. She was neither Antonia nor Andrea. She was much smaller and more delicate. "What's your name?" he asked as he felt her lean breasts and flat ass. "Felizia," she breathed, "I'm 32 and I've been waiting to fuck you for days, Master Francesco!" A vague suspicion entered his mind. "You've been waiting your turn for a long time?" he asked. She replied in the affirmative. "When a new man came, everyone was allowed to fuck him once, that was the custom. Normally you had to make sure that you didn't have a dangerous day. Everyone had to watch out for that themselves, because the men all just wanted to squirt inside, that's their nature." He nodded and asked, "How would you like to fuck, Felizia?" She hesitated briefly. "I just want to be fucked really hard, like the rough horse grooms do. I can't have an orgasm when I'm being fucked, I do that later at night and only when I'm alone."

Francesco said, "I guess we'll do that, but you'll have to lick my cock first." Felizia said, "But with all my heart, Signor!" and dived down. But she didn't lick as carefully as the others, she gave him a great blowjob, she sucked, licked and masturbated him quite properly and swallowed everything gurgling. "I'll lick you hard again in a minute, Signor," she breathed and continued after a few minutes until he was really hard. She lay on her back in anticipation, spread her thighs and he grabbed her firmly and roughly. He fucked her so hard that she fainted for a minute. She woke up and hugged him. "That was really great, you did very well, Signor Francesco! See you next time!" she called softly and scurried out. He lay awake for a while longer, so there would be another one fucking him every night. He suddenly thought of how he had accompanied the padres to the villages and convents. He had also fucked the unknown women indiscriminately in the old soldier's manner. Respectable wives, young daughters, nuns and novices, without a guilty conscience. He thought with a shudder about how often he fucked crying, respectable wives, regardless of whether they wanted it or not, and it certainly wasn't right.

Giulia welcomed him with news. Her father, the prince, would be dropping by before he set off on a long journey, he naturally wanted to know if there had been any progress. Francesco understood and placed Ovid's 'amores' on the table. He had her read out a stanza, then they analyzed and discussed it. When the prince arrived hours later, he was astonished. Firstly, because Giulia was studying seriously and secondly, why the 'amores'? Francesco had the right answer. Giulia was reaching a difficult age and if she was to be married in two or three years, then that was the right choice. The prince left after two hours and said goodbye for the next three, maybe four months. But on this day, Giulia remained demurely seated, as her father would not be riding off until tomorrow morning.

A week went by, a new maid came every night, even the three cooks with the big asses. Giulia sat down right in front of him within reach and took his hand, placing his finger on her clit. He refused to masturbate her for days, even though she begged for it. He felt the same horniness as when he desperately suppressed his desire for little Eva. Giulia pulled back the foreskin firmly with one hand so that the small bright red tip of the clit was visible and rubbed the clit with a moistened finger. He couldn't take his eyes off her and watched the young girl masturbate. It didn't take her very long to reach orgasm. She looked at him smiling and triumphant after every orgasm. She masturbated all day long, taking long breaks to follow the lessons. He concentrated as best he could, but he couldn't look away when she masturbated in between.

Sometimes, after masturbating, she would grab his hand and let his finger feel the orgasm throbbing in her tiny clit. For days afterwards, he refused to touch her properly, to masturbate her properly. But she begged and pleaded lovingly, giving him long, passionate French kisses until he caved in. Damn, he was a man after all! He could no longer defend himself, he was doomed and lost when he masturbated Giulia for the first time. It was also a liberation, now he masturbated her sometimes during class, because that was just as important. Giulia had 10 or 12 orgasms during the lesson, she was insatiable but very happy. She fell in love for the first time, she wanted more.

One day she asked if he would show her his cock. She had only ever seen the little boy cocks of the bellboys or rubbed them to squirt, she said. She had turned the little cock back and forth in her hand, pulled back the foreskin completely and examined the glans. She tentatively began to rub his foreskin as she had seen him do. It was very exciting to rub him to squirt and feel the squirt in her hand.

Now she really wanted to see Francesco's cock. Francesco sighed in surrender and pulled his leggings down to his ankles. Giulia grabbed his cock. "I've never seen or held a cock this big before!" she exclaimed happily. She immediately guided it to her slit, but of course it only went in as far as her hymen was, which hurt her. She pushed and pushed the tip of the glans into her vaginal vestibule, but that was the end of it. "May I rub it, Don Francesco?" she asked purely rhetorically and immediately started rubbing without waiting for his answer.

"You should have to grab it much tighter," the poor tutor sighed, "and rub a little harder!" She rubbed him for over 10 minutes, the tip of the glans stuck firmly in her vaginal vestibule and that gave sexual pulses for them both. He squirted into her vaginal vestibule and told her not to stop rubbing if he was still squirting! That's how she learned it.

Her infatuation grew from day to day. She masturbated him every morning and let him squirt into her vaginal vestibule, and she continued to rub him well for a long time. Then she let him masturbate her during class, probably a dozen times. She also masturbated half the night, she confessed to him in the morning, until she fell asleep from exhaustion. She begged him to finally make her a woman and he explained her the deflowering act in every detail. Her cheeks glowed with desire. He knew all too well where this must lead. He knew that she hadn't had her period yet, but he sat down, drew a sidereal calendar and went through the whole thing with her so often that she could read it in her dreams. She realized, of course, that she could prevent an unwanted pregnancy that way. And then came the big day.

He laid her down on the couch first thing in the morning. He kept asking her if she really wanted it. She closed her eyes and whispered that she wanted it with all her heart, she wanted to become a real woman! He flipped up her skirt and she spread her legs. He told her to lift her knees, then he lay down on top of her. He had pulled his leggings down to his calves and gave her a long French kiss, something she had learned a long time ago. He penetrated slowly and felt the sudden tearing of her hymen. She opened her eyes wide as he penetrated her pussy deeply, but she didn't make a sound and continued to kiss him without interruption. "You're a real woman now, Principessa," he murmured, "if you like, I can fuck you right now!" She gave him a long French kiss. "Fuck me, Francesco, please fuck me!"

Giulia was just as easy going as Pam had been. In no time at all, her arousal increased as he fucked her, she had a twitching orgasm, but she continued fucking after a few seconds. He didn't count it, but after several orgasms he squirted inside. She closed her eyes to feel him squirt and when he had finished, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a beaming expression. From then on they fucked every morning and she masturbated intensely during class. She was a girl who needed lots of orgasms, that much was certain.

She was a little worried about what her father would say if she wasn't to be married off virginally. But Francesco waved her off. Her father must never find out, he would despise her and throw him in the dungeon or behead him. No, she had to deceive her husband, Francesco said. "Squeeze your vaginal muscles tightly and only allow him to penetrate by force. When he fell asleep, prick your fingertip with a needle and smear a few drops of blood on the sheet. Quite simply, thousands of girls do this." He practiced forcible penetration with her87, it was no problem.

Francesco remained at the court of Ferrara for two years. The Principessa Giulia had become a very pretty, clever and educated young woman of 17. Her father, the Prince of Ferrara, was negotiating a marriage with a prince's son from Veneto, and the prospect of extended trade relations was promising. Francesco didn't know the bridegroom, of course, but what they had read and heard about the prince, who was only 15 years old, gave cause for cautious optimism. Francesco was still fucking Giulia every day, who still had no period, and he was doing everything he could to prepare the bride for her new home. He collected all the newspapers and writings on the Veneto. Located just north of famous Venice, it was a rich principality where a glittering court awaited Giulia.

For half a year Giulia had had a new court lady from Milan who gave her lessons in all courtly matters. The court lady was not easily swapped and suspected that Francesco was Giulia's lover, but she was clever enough to keep her mouth shut. For the last few months before the wedding, Giulia was quite downhearted, as marrying someone who was only 16 did not only have advantages.

The prince had put out feelers and had found Francesco a place as tutor in Padua. Francesco rode to Padua with the prince's letter of recommendation, was put through his paces and accepted. The 13‐year‐old Emilia, the daughter of the local prince, was waiting for him there. She was small, pale and very very shy. Francesco attended Giulia's magnificent wedding in Castelfranco as a guest of the bride and the bride's father, where she would live at the court. Francesco stayed at the wedding for 3 days and Giulia told him that the hoax of her virginity had worked out brilliantly and Rodrigo, her 16 year old husband, was certainly no disappointment. He was still quite inexperienced, he had only been intimate with his mother for one year, who taught him how to make love every day. Francesco had already met his mother at the banquet, a pretty noble woman in her late thirties who flirted fiercely with the noblemen. Francesco saw her old and frail husband and thought, that not only Rodrigo but also some of the nobles would have to help her out. He returned to Padua reassured that Giulia was only a half day's ride away.

He now read a lot of books, as he only had to give Emilia a good hour of lessons twice a day. She was supposed to learn Latin and French in particular, both of which she found easy. Her stepmother Letizia was the second wife of the old and frail prince, whose entire passion was translating classical Greek poetry. Letizia was in her mid‐20s and flirted with the 32‐year‐old Francesco from the very first minute. The court in Padua was smaller than the one in Ferrara, there were fewer servants and he was given a very nice room on the second floor, where the lordship also slept. It was immediately clear to him that the maids were unlikely to sneak onto his floor at night. And so it was, at least at first. It wasn't until the fourth night that there was a quiet knocking on his door as soon as he had fallen asleep.

It was Letizia. She didn't say a word, let her nightgown slide to the floor and lay down with him. He had just woken up and was stammering in confusion. Letizia, a truly noble mare from the finest princely stables, immediately calmed him down. "The prince has taken his sleeping powder, I rode him to squirt as usual and now my old man is fast asleep. We will hardly be disturbed. I just want to know if you are as good fucking as I suspect." Letizia kissed him awake for good. "I am grateful to the prince for marrying me, even though I cannot have children. He didn't want Emilia, whom he loves with all his heart, to grow up motherless. And I'm doing my best to be a good mother to her and I fuck him every evening before he sleeps." He stroked her slender, beautiful body thoughtfully. "As far as my fingertips can see, you are a beautiful woman, Mylady!" he said honestly and appreciatively. "What do you expect from me, what do you particularly like?" Letizia didn't have to think long. "I like it the natural, tender, Italian way without any special requests. If I don't have an orgasm, it's no problem, I can always do it with my finger. What I don't like at all are rough men."

He hugged her gently. "I know what I have to do now and I won't let you down." They kissed for a long time and he searched for her clit with his fingers. She spread her thighs willingly so that he could reach her clit easily. She let herself get hot with tongue kisses and clitrubbing and he recognized the right moment. He penetrated her slowly, she was soft and wide. He only knew such wide and soft pussies from older women. It was surprising, but not unpleasant. Especially not because she danced under him like an Indian temple dancer. But that seemed to increase her heat, he could hear her breathing contentedly and panting softly. She became more and more aroused and soon reached her plateau. She gripped him like a vice as she raced towards orgasm. He increased his speed and she came to orgasm, twitching and trembling. She let go of him and quickly relaxed. She relaxed her vaginal muscles and stroked his head until he straightened up and squirted. She rubbed his cock firmly and vigorously with one hand masturbating him until he had finished squirting. He let himself slide against her side and gasped for breath.

"You fuck better than I expected," she said between her kisses. She wasn't going to stay for a second round, that was for sure. "What's the custom here at court," he asked, "can I have a girl here in my room?" Letizia replied immediately. "Not girls from outside, but you are mine now, skin and hair. I want you all to myself, Don Francesco." He remained silent. He had nothing to want, she had taken him and would not let him go any time soon. "But after that I'll have a look at the maids of the household, there are some pearls among them, Mylady!" She snorted contemptuously. "I know what I'm worth and fear no comparison with your pearls, Don Francesco!" He politely relented. "You are the most beautiful here, Donna Letizia, of that there is no doubt! But I am only a poor tutor, I can't give you neither the gifts nor the jewels that yor would deserve!" Now Letizia smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Give me the night, dear tutor, teach me to love life every night, that's jewels enough for me!"

Letizia came every night for the next six months, then turned to a new lover. Francesco didn't suffer for a second, as he knew that every child gets tired of their best toy one day. At the first sign of this, he approached one of the pretty maids at dinner and she was immediately interested. He sat next to the girl at dinner, talking and flirting with her, touching her hand as if by chance. She blushed violently and her bosom heaved with excitement when he whispered in her ear that she should come to his room in a quarter of an hour. Did she know where he was? She nodded eagerly, "yes, of course I know that. But — what about the princess?" He reassured her that she had come last yesterday. Does everyone know about that? The girl smiled. With the exception of the prince himself, they all did know, the old lord didn't care about these carnal, worldly things. "We girls go into the stables with the horse grooms from time to time, taking turns of course, because we don't have anyone else." He nodded with satisfaction. That increased his chances of fucking all the 12 younger girls one by one.

She knocked after half an hour. He put his book aside and extinguished all but one of the candles. She was very pretty under that shabby dress, a real feast for the eyes. They got started right away after he asked her if today was a safe day. Gisela was only 18 and soon to be 19, she had been doing it every night since early childhood, except when she went to the grooms. She had only fucked the grooms, never anyone else. She usually fucked all three of them in a row, once a month, because otherwise it was the other girls' turn. She had an orgasm while fucking them, at least from the second, and certainly by the third one.

Gisela fucked very differently to Letizia, much calmer and more passively. But she still came gracefully in heat and clung to him as her orgasm rose hot and surged. She sighed deeply after her soft orgasm and quickly calmed down. She stroked his face until he squirted inside and waited patiently for him to finish. He had held it back for a long time to wait for her orgasm. Now he was ready and done.

He asked her what she meant, should the girls decide between themselves or should he decide at dinner who should come to him? Gisela thought for a moment. It would be fairer if the girls agreed among themselves, because each girl only knew for herself when she could be sure. "All right," Francesco said, "talk to the girls, I need one every night, two are too many for me." Gisela nodded, she would tell the girls. They talked for a while longer, then she scurried out. He fell asleep immediately.

Emilia was a serious, curious and studious child. She was kind of withdrawn into herself, not a cuddly mouse at all. But from the very first lesson, the 13‐year‐old girl played with herself innocently and shamelessly. Just like Giulia in Ferrara, she put one foot on the seat and reached under her skirt innocently without any inhibitions. Although she was fully concentrated on her lessons and learning, she played carefree with her sex. Francesco watched her very closely, so that in the second week she asked if it bothered him? No, he shook his head, everyone your age does that! Emilia nodded, she didn't know the concept of lying yet and believed every word he said. She learned surprisingly quickly, despite her strange shyness she wanted to learn not only Latin and French, but also German. It was fine with him, because she really was very gifted with languages, read fluently in the three languages and went on to speak fearlessly and without hesitation. The old prince asked him one day and Francesco told him that Emilia must have inherited his talent for languages. Unfortunately, he did not know Greek, otherwise he would teach the girl too. The prince nodded in agreement and said that he would teach her this wonderful language himself when he had more time. However, the prince was worried because Emilia was no good at anything else. She was stubborn and uncooperative when it came to courtly dealings, female needlework and housekeeping, which a princess should be able to do. Francesco asked cautiously whether it was perhaps because of her teacher? The prince shook his head, it couldn't be, the court lady had the best reputation, the best references. Then he said thoughtfully that he would discuss this question with his wife, she was young and perhaps had a different view of the court lady than he did. Francesco was not surprised when a new court lady arrived a few days later. A very pretty young woman who was considered to have fallen because she had had a child out of wedlock as a noblewoman. She certainly had better access to the stubborn girl, as was immediately apparent. Of course, Francesco took this fine delicacy immediately and fucked Jeanette from Piedmont on many afternoons. Jeanette didn't have much choice, Francesco was the only one her age and only occasionally did a nobleman stray into her bed when Letizia had had enough of his fucking. The 32‐year‐old Jeanette liked to fuck very gracefully, although she never had an orgasm while fucking, but she masturbated after fucking completely relaxed and without any shame or inhibition. She spoke French to Emilia because that was her mother tongue. Francesco was grateful that the prince had reconsidered.

Emilia was a little confused and unsettled. Jeanette had told her that she had to sit down "nicely", the other way was unseemly. Francesco calmed her down and straightened things out. Jeanette was quite right, Emilia had to sit "nicely" in the usual public situations, it was the right thing to do. But he didn't mind if she sat "unseemly" during his lessons, she obviously learned much better. Isn't that right? Emilia thought about it and seemed to check it out. "Yes," she said, "I need it, I really need it. If I'm not allowed to touch myself, I feel so lost. Thank you, Don Francesco, for allowing me to feel myself the way I actually am." He nodded in agreement and asked if it bothered her or made her feel insecure if he glanced at it now and then? Emilia shook her head without thinking. On the contrary, she had the wonderful feeling of being accepted. That was the end of the matter; Emilia now sat "nicely" with Jeanette or in company as a matter of course.

Francesco now watched Emilia's play as a matter of course. Her labia swelled as she played, she dipped her fingers into her slit before playing with her clit very purposefully. Yes, it was carefree play, she didn't masturbate during lessons. She had once told him that she had seen the maids masturbate and now every night she masturbated to one, sometimes more orgasms. She was told by the former court lady that she was only allowed to do it at night and not in company.

Francesco could see a thin fuzz growing over the 14‐year‐old's slit. It was barely visible at first, but it grew and developed into a thin small bush. It made him horny; he already liked the small, sparse hair on Eva and Giulia better than the wild bushes of adult women. He had noticed it for the first time when he was fucking nuns in the convent, whose pussies were densely overgrown. He remembered that during his time in the convent he had rejected many of the nuns and many a decent, fearful, howling citizen's wife or had only fucked her very briefly because she had terrible pubic hair. Katharina, Eva and Pam all had only a short, small bush above their pussies. Katharina always used to trim it for the three of them because it was more hygienic, she said.

Francesco now watched Emilia's game without shyness. She had days ago started to rub her clit very purposefully. The first time she leaned back during the lesson after having rubbing for a long time, she closed her eyes and rubbed her clit to orgasm within a few seconds. After the orgasm she looked at him uncertainly. He beat her to it, wanted to spare her the embarrassment and said it was quite okay for him, it wasn't embarrassing and she could do it whenever she wanted. She looked at him gratefully, but she didn't do it again until the next day. It really only took her seconds to finish the long masturbation with the orgasm, which she did casually. He always watched and smiled kindly to acknowledge her. It now became quite normal for her to put both feet on the seat, spread her legs and masturbate for a long time and then orgasming after a few seconds with her eyes closed. She always had a look of suffering on her face when she orgasmed, but she smiled as soon as she saw his approving smile.

Emilia had turned 15, she had gotten all the answers on sexual topics from Jeanette, who explained everything to her in great detail and didn't dismiss her like the old court lady. Emilia switched to German because no one understood it apart from the two of them. "Would you deflower me, make me your wife, Don Francesco?" she asked directly, and he squirmed desperately, because of course he wanted to. Her father, the prince, would like to marry her off as a virgin, he said. There was always a young aristocrat from Bologna who was an interesting candidate. Emilia snorted contemptuously. "You mean Don Rodrigo, who is always running after Letizia? I assume she's already fucked him, even if I don't know for sure?" Francesco reminded her how badly Jeanette had fared. Emilia nodded thoughtfully. She wanted to ask Jeanette how a woman could use contraception anyway, precisely because she had had such bad luck in Piedmont. Francesco nodded, "Ask her about the sidereal calendar!" he told her, because he knew that Jeanette followed the calendar.

Francesco lay next to Jeanette after the fuck, caressing her gorgeous, virginal looking body. He asked her directly. She was quiet for a very long time and said softly, "Yes, that would be right for both of you. But listen to my story, because I always have to think about it, when I see you and Emilias glance."

"I wasn't even 13 at the time when my old father, the bloody fornicator, took my virginity in his marriage bed and fucked me. He fucked me once a week for about 10 years, but he was already old. My stepmother, maybe 15 years older than me, watched with a big grin and laughed because she was drunk every night and didn't care which girl he dragged in their bed. She fucked most of the girls too, because her lesbian streak always broke through when she was drunk. She also fucked me clit‐to‐clit and I really liked it because she only stopped when she had fucked me to a great orgasm. But when I was 18, I also fucked the young noblemen without knowing anything about contraception. I got pregnant at 23 and eloped with my noble lover. He was a very good fucker, but an unscrupulous loser. Now I stood before my father, in my last month, and submitted myself to his mercy. As soon as I gave birth, my stepmother took my daughter away from me and gave her to a farmer's family. She threw me out, the good stepmother. I staggered from court to court and was only accepted as a tutor. And now I'm here." Francesco hugged Jeanette, who was crying again.

"Don't do that to Emilia. She has a delicate, fine disposition and it would break her. It would be better for her to be married off as a virgin to Rodrigo from Bologna. He came here as a virgin and Letizia has taken him under her wings and teaches him to fuck night after night. He's not a bad boy, he comes from a good house that I know well and appreciate. He may not be heir to the throne, but he's really well off. He also has a gentle disposition and would treat Emilia well."

Francesco avoided mentioning anything sexual with Emilia to Jeanette. She should have to explain everything about contraception and the sidereal calendar to the girl. Jeanette interjected that Emilia hadn't even had her period yet, but he didn't give in. He studied with the girl for 4 or 5 hours a day, 7 days a week, and had of course made no attempt to seduce her, God forbid! But she couldn't get away from it, she demanded it every day and one day it would happen. Marrying her off later as a virgin was child's play, he had experience of it.

Jeanette smiled indulgently. "I think you'd like to fuck the hell out of her, am I not right?" He nodded, "Yeah, I think about that girl day and night and I won't be able to hold back much longer." "I know," Jeanette said, kissing him on the lips, "I know how that burns in your loins. Don't torture yourself, fuck her. But don't get her pregnant. You'd never be able to marry her, she's a principessa. — You have my blessing, and I will instruct her in the use of the calendar. It's a pity you won't be interested in me then!" Francesco swore he would keep fucking her, damn it! He would probably be able to fuck two women, he was still young enough! Jeanette smiled smugly. "You didn't mention the maids at night, you little rascal!" He laughed out loud. "You don't miss a thing! And I've always been so secretive!" Now she laughed too. "Are you such a simpleton!? The girls talk about it all the time and you'd have to be blind and deaf to miss it! Even Letizia sometimes makes a venomous remark because she can't get you to fuck!" "She had terminated it, and by God, I'm not a glove you can take on and off as Her Grace pleases! And besides, I give in to her sometimes!"

And so it got rolling. He asked Emilia for the umpteenth time if she really wanted him to do it? She almost cried as she affirmed that she really wanted it, that she was really only in love with him and no one else and that she wanted to give him her virginity. And she wanted to become a real woman now and fuck him, every day! After two weeks, he fixed the day. She has to bathe in the morning, because he only fucked clean girls. She danced in circles and clapped her hands. Then came her big day.

He had bought a gold chain a long time ago, a pretty and not cheap gift. He was waiting for her in the morning and embraced her. They sat down on the chaise longue and kissed each other with long, passionate French kisses, something she had been able to do for a long time, but they had never kissed so intensely before. He felt under her skirt along her inner thighs to her clit. He made her so hot that she almost couldn't breathe normally.

Francesco laid her on her back and flipped up her skirt. "I'm going to kiss you and penetrate carefully. It'll sting a little, but it won't be bad. All right?" Emilia nodded with tears in her eyes, she was so excited. He kissed her with his tongue and penetrated her slowly. Her eyes widened as she felt her hymen tear just as much as he did. Her eyes smiled as he pushed his cock in as far as it would go. He straightened up, "Do you want me to keep fucking you?" She nodded, "Yes, please! Absolutely!" He fucked her, she fucked at his pace, she did it instinctively well. She became very aroused, but she didn't orgasm. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to squirt now. He looked into her wide open eyes as he finished squirting. Only now did she let go of him. "I felt the squirting very clearly, that was really exciting!" He let himself sink to her side and they whispered for another half hour, she masturbated the whole time. He gave her his gift, the small chain in gold, which she would wear all her life. She had realized that she wasn't allowed to talk about it with anyone. He thought that maybe she could orgasm after all, but the majority of women never could, but there was no shame in masturbating after fucking, these women all did it.

Francesco fucked Emilia every morning, then they studied intently. It became increasingly clear to Francesco that ever since Eva, he had really wanted to fuck really young girls. Should he be ashamed of that? No, he told himself, they had a magical attraction for him. Of course he loved also fucking grown‐up women, sometimes with Letizia and every day with Jeanette. His pulse would rise at night when he waited for one of the 11 maids to knock on his door and give herself willingly and passionately. He knew them all by now, but compared to Emilia or Jeanette, they were just a small snack in between.

Emilia masturbated unashamedly during the day while studying, constantly playing with her labia and clitoris. She closed her eyes, leaned far back and opened her thighs wide to rub herself to orgasm in just a few seconds. He paused and watched intently.

Two years later, Emilia married Rodrigo from Bologna, Letizia had to give up her young lover and he said goodbye to Emilia. Like Jeanette, he was invited to the wedding, which lasted three days. Emilia took him aside after the wedding night and told him that Rodrigo had said right at the beginning that he was no longer a virgin and did not expect her to be. So she didn't have to carry out the deceptive maneuver. And Rodrigo had learned to fuck very well from Letizia, Emilia said, he fucked really well and very persistently and he only squirted inside after he had waited for her orgasm. She was very pleased with her second husband. As he openly admitted, the princess was the only one he had ever fucked and Letizia had fucked him at least twice a day, often to the point of exhaustion. He used to be allowed to lie with his stepmother when she masturbated and was allowed to put his cock inside, she liked that a lot when she masturbated. She didn't care if he squirted inside, but he was never allowed to fuck her properly, so it didn't count for him. Emilia told him she had only had one lover before, but she didn't mention his name.

Jeanette shared a room with Francesco at Emilia's wedding and they behaved like a couple. Jeanette said that a wealthy merchant in the city of Venice was looking for a teacher and a female teacher. They discussed late into the night whether they wanted to go to Venice together. "We've been a couple for a long time," said Jeanette. They agreed it was the best solution for both of them. They agreed and rode to Venice three months later.

Had it just been guessed or had Jeanette had a hand in it, anyway, they were given a large room together like a married couple. They exchanged a quick glance and moved into the room without saying a word. It was a good thing, he finally said, and Jeanette nodded with a lump in her throat. Was it her idea? He didn't ask her.

The merchant was a kind man. His children were everything to him after his wife had died. Jeanette was supposed to teach the 16‐year‐old son and 15‐year‐old daughter about courtly behavior, knowledge of the noble families and a little diplomacy. He was to teach the daughter the general education she lacked and as many languages as possible. The son had a very old teacher who taught both children the basics of the merchant's profession and prepared the son intensively for the profession. The tasks were divided up, the merchant paid the same as the princes, 5 gold florins a month for each of them. Francesco had long since bought a large iron casket to store his gold and silver.

15‐year‐old Livia was a problem child, she had put every teacher to flight with cunning and trickery. Francesco took an instant liking to her, licking his lips with lust to seduce and fuck the untouched child. Not that he was under any sexual duress, for he fucked Jeanette every night. It was a daily exercise, as it was for all married couples, but the thought of fucking little Livia grew immeasurable in his loins.

Livia had a good rapport with Francesco from day one, to everyone's amazement. She felt lonely because her brother Federigo was fully focused on his career, he now had his own room and she was sleeping alone for the first time. After just a few weeks, Livia told him that she used to crawl into Federigo's bed and was sometimes allowed to rub him to make him squirt, but mostly he did it himself. She had always envied her big brother for having a cock that could get erect and squirt. She just played clumsily with her pussy, because nothing got erect, nothing squirted.

After a few weeks, Francesco came on to Livia unabashedly and greedily. He kept talking about how women could also have an orgasm like the boys when they squirted. At first he only talked about sexuality and explained it to the young girl in great detail. She sometimes reported what she had tried during the night, but she didn't get beyond clumsy attempts.

Francesco was pleased with her learning progress. She was very interested in travelogues from faraway countries and had a good grasp of math, geometry and algebra. She made huge strides, was already good at Latin and had an easy time with French. German seemed difficult for her and she threw herself into it because her father thought it was important.

Francesco, however, took a very targeted approach to seduction. He quickly got Livia used to physical contact, caressing her arms, hands and face. She became very restless and fidgety when his hand slipped under her skirt and stroked her inner thighs. He quickly gained ground when he carefully touched her inner thighs. Her initial shyness faded after a while and she allowed him to stroke her pussy, which was very pleasant. She thought for a long time when he asked her if he wanted to show her how to masturbate properly and teach her. She asked a thousand things, why should she learn to masturbate, she would rather fuck. She was no longer afraid to approach him directly and he promised to fuck her later. Now she flipped her skirt up above her knees and told him to show her how to masturbate. Francesco's heart leapt when he masturbated her for the first time. She let herself masturbate several times in a row until she said she had now learned it. And sure enough, in the morning she said she had done it several times that night and that it was wonderful. She asked a thousand things about fucking and deflowering, she wanted to know everything exactly.

They had to be very careful, because the palace had eyes and ears. But six months after his arrival, he took Livia's virginity. She cried profusely and let herself be comforted. But she really wanted to fuck, she let herself be fucked every morning before class. She had to work very hard to have an orgasm while fucking, she usually had to masturbate after fucking, but she really enjoyed it. She was in love with Francesco, but to him she was just young meat that he liked to fuck. He was a lost cause, he loved to fuck very young girls, he was fully aware of that by now. If you had asked him back then, he would have said with certainty that he was most in love with Jeanette. She had grown on him over the years.

Jeanette had met a man, Lorenzo. She hadn't hidden from Francesco that she went to fuck him every afternoon. Lorenzo was a good, loving fucker and a good match. He didn't care at all that she was an outcast principessa from Piedmont. She was a principessa, that was fine with him, but it wasn't decisive for him. He knew she lived with Francesco in the palace and fucked him every night. He didn't think she was a loose woman, because he understood quite well that she and Francesco had been a couple for years. He was sure that she didn't whore around like most women he knew, but that she only fucked her two husbands. She often fucked Lorenzo in the afternoon, they dined all three together afterwards and then she went home with Francesco and let him fuck her. Lorenzo had been a widower for years and had no children, and the very critical Francesco held the 50‐year‐old nobleman in high esteem. Two years later, Jeanette was pregnant and of course didn't know which of the two was the father. But Lorenzo was determined to marry her and Francesco gave her free rein. The wedding was a big event because Lorenzo had a high position in the city government. The fact that he was marrying a real princess from Piedmont greatly pleased the Signoria, the republican noblemen who formed the government of Venice. Jeanette gave birth to a son, Lorenzino, who resembled Francesco like an egg. Lorenzo laughed with happiness and promised to treat Lorenzino like his own son.

Francesco's teaching assignment came to an end after three years. The now 18‐year‐old Livia was still very much in love with her teacher, who fucked her two or three times a day after Jeanette had left. Over the course of the three years, he had of course also fucked all the maids of the palace, one after the other, but none of them came close to Jeanette's art of lovemaking. They were simple girls from the surrounding country who loved being fucked by the Signore.

Jeanette had neither forgotten him nor denied him her bed. Lorenzo was fine with it, they just shouldn't expose him. But Venice was a lively city and nobody cared who was fucking whom. Jeanette had a pen pal in France and had used her to find several addresses where tutors were wanted. She contacted several of them and then found two families who had a young girl. She wrote to them and in the end found a job for Francesco in a chateau in the Loire Valley, a good day's ride southwest of Versailles. It seemed to be the right one.

Francesco had said goodbye to everyone. On his last day, he had himself rowed through the sunny canals of the city in a gondola. Then he rode away.

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