In France

Franz rode along the route of the carriages at a moderate pace for 5 weeks. He would have made faster progress in a carriage, but he was in no hurry and preferred to be alone and think, rather than engage in idle senseless chatter. Lorenzo had smiled and issued him with a travel document. He was now Francesco Bellini from Venice, born in 1670 and traveling under the protection of the Republic of Venice. He still looked 32, although he had actually been born in Schwaz in Tyrol in 1599. It was necessary to change his identity. Period.

He sometimes spent the night in the coach stations, but only rarely. He much preferred to stay with the farmers along the way, because for half a silver guilder he got the best the farmers could muster. A rich dinner, a nice guest room, accommodation for his horse and a maid, daughter or sometimes even the farmer's own wife to fuck. It was refreshing to be able to fuck an innocent country woman every night. They offered the kind of simple, natural and unadulterated sex he never got in the courts and palaces. For the farmer's wife, the maid or the daughter, it was nothing special that a man wanted to fuck, it was completely normal for them. Even when he stayed overnight on a small farm, where the farmer's wife was the only female, he would lie in bed with the farmer's and fuck the farmer's wife after the farmer. The farmer accepted his wife's fucking with a grin; it seemed quite natural to him too that the guest wanted to fuck. It looked really cool to see his wife being fucked shaking and shivering by someone else! That really did Francesco good. And no coach station offered all that.

Katharina had died years ago and so had Eva, he received a reply from Pam in her spidery handwriting and rather confused wording, only when Katharina had died and two years later Eva, who already had a dozen grandchildren. He wrote to Pam a few more times until the contact broke off. He wrote irregularly to Jeanette, Giulia, Emilia and Livia, who had still not married and worked in her elderly father's business empire. She had faithfully shared the bed with her father for many years and fucked him faithfully, but now he was getting too old.

He reached Chateaudun in the summer of 1700. The Countess of Dun received him, read his letters of recommendation from all the courts and from Jeanette, whom she still knew personally from Piedmont. The Count of Dun was in Versailles most of the time and only came to his castle every few weeks.

He was accepted as tutor to 12‐year‐old Claudine and received 11 gold florins a month with free board and lodging. He was very surprised, because his room was not in the servants' wing, but was the elegantly furnished guest room next to the count's rooms. Countess Adele was a young but not particularly pretty woman in her late 30s, but every inch of her was regal. She reminded him of Rodrigo's stepmother, who, like Countess Adele, was a fierce flirting bitch.

The next day he was introduced to 12‐year‐old Claudine, who vehemently disagreed with her mother, that she was almost 13. He had the impression that the little girl somehow liked him after an intensive assessment, and he was proved right. He was supposed to teach the child math, geometry and algebra, the geography of the world through travelogues. Countess Adele left it open whether the child wanted to learn Italian or German, although she let it slip that German was the most important language alongside French. Latin and Italian were not important to the countess. The tasks were assigned, now it was time to get to work.

In the mornings Didi, as Claudine was called, had lessons in French court manners, French family history and general behavior. The teacher was a strict, tight‐lipped woman whom Francesco immediately crossed off his list of fuckables. After lunch, he sat down with the countess and asked her directly how things were with girls at her court. The countess was not surprised because he had asked the question politely and appropriately, but she thought for a surprisingly long time. He had to introduce girls from out of town to his lordship personally and it was really not appreciated. Francesco nodded and murmured that he didn't see it that way either. The countess looked down. The maids were invariably sent away if they became pregnant, the Count was very firm about that. That said, the countess closed the chapter, the utmost discretion was expected of an educated man like him. "We are not a convent here, Monsieur," said the countess, "it was quite natural that the maids should have partners. But I expect all my girls to behave properly on duty and to share their private lives only in their free time. I am only moderately curious, but I usually find out a lot. Only when a nobleman visits and is interested in one of the girls do I get involved. None of my girls are whores and I don't sell them to my guests. Most of the time there is a mutual attraction that I don't close myself off to. If you have such an attraction, I don't need to know, but be wise and remember my words." Francesco nodded in agreement. "I have listened to you well and will not disappoint you by my behavior, Madame. It is basically exactly what was expected of me in the Italian courts, and there was never an incident. The lordship was wise enough to know that a young man of 30 or 32 does not like to freeze in bed alone. I promise you I will behave myself." The countess nodded graciously and the chapter was closed.

Then the first lesson began. Francesco noticed that he was not alone with Didi; an old woman was sitting in the far corner, knitting. Didi smiled that this was her Nana, she was old, deaf and almost blind. She was sitting near the window so she could see a bit. Didi half shouted "Nana!", then loudly and only when she shouted did the old woman look up. "This is my new teacher, Master Francesco from Venice!" Didi shouted and Nana nodded kindly, "Good afternoon, sir!" She either hadn't heard the name or hadn't remembered it. She continued knitting.

"She's here as a chaperone," the girl explained, "so I won't hurt you!" she laughed cheekily. In the time that followed, Francesco checked the little girl's level of knowledge and finally said, "We have a lot to learn, you need to catch up on about three years of learning." He said she was welcome to address him informally by first name, as his pupil she didn't have to address him formally, except in public. Didi nodded, that was good. She would study hard and she also wanted to try German because it was so important to her parents.

Had he noticed that her mother was expecting a child? He shook his head, it had escaped his notice. "When Daddy's there, I always spy," Didi whispered. "Mom only fucks Dad once, when he comes back from Versailles. She rides him until the old man snorts loudly. She jumps off him and does it with her hand," Didi made masturbating movements with her hand, "and he always has to squirt right away into her mouth, but he squirts much less than the other young guests." Didi paused meaningfully. "Mom fucks all the guests who stay here overnight and when Dad is in Versailles with the King. But she fucks them very differently, she lies on her back and he pushes her from above. Sometimes she snorts very loudly and sometimes she lets out a soft scream, then she does it to him again with her hand and they are allowed to squirt in her mouth for a very long time. Each of her lovers squirt inside her fuckhole and she licks their cocks and let them squirt in her mouth. I asked my court lady if Mom was pregnant of Daddy's and she scolded me and told me to keep my stupid mouth shut. That made me even more insecure and I think it might have been a stranger impregnate her." Francesco had listened with interest. "Do you only spy on your mother when a man comes to see her?" he asked cautiously and she nodded in agreement, "I want to see the fucking because my court lady doesn't want to talk about it, it's dirty and I'll find out everything in time, she says. But she really is a silly, stupid cow in these matters!" Francesco reminded her that a noble lady must not use such bad words or talk about fucking. The court lady was right to reprimand her. Didi looked at him inquiringly. He smiled kindly. "Didi, you need to learn very quickly how to speak in public and what can only be discussed with friends in private. For example, whether you touch yourself at night. You can't say that in public, not to a court lady who is supposed to educate you. But I'm your friend, we can talk as much as we like in private. For example, whether you touch yourself at night, down there." He saw Didi thinking. "The court lady has strictly forbidden me to touch my Michette, not during the day, not at night and not in public. So, never. Is she right?" Francesco replied lightly that it was true in public. "But I'm your friend, we're talking in private. Of course you can trust me and tell me if you touch your Michette when you're alone." Didi immediately said, "I play with my Michette every night and stroke her for a long time because it's so nice, but I never told the court lady. Was that right?" Francesco nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I meant."

He asked Didi why Nana wasn't here now? "Oh, the poor thing! She's always constipated and has to poo for half an hour, three times in the afternoon. She's tried all kinds of powders from the chemist, but nothing has helped. And I don't mind if she leaves me for half an hour, I don't do anything stupid." Francesco nodded, that was quite right of her. A vague plan formed in his mind.

That night, he heard a soft knocking. He sat up sleepily in bed and automatically said: "Avanti!" The side screen door opened and, illuminated by the light in the back room, Countess Adele stood in the doorway. She was wearing a long nightgown made of translucent fabric and he caught sight of her beautiful, slender figure. "Can I come in," she asked softly, "can I lie down with you?" He nodded excitedly. "Of course, Madame," he said hoarsely, "of course!" She left the door open and stepped to his bedside. She slipped the strap over her shoulder and let the dress fall. He moved to the side and she lay down next to him. As if in a dream, he caressed her body. His hand slid over her small belly. "You're expecting a child, Madame," he said and she nodded. "It's not official yet," she murmured, "but it's true!" They whispered for a few minutes. He looked at her body in the light from the other room. She was slimmer than she appeared in her precious dayclothes. Her beautiful, aristocratic face was framed by lovely auburn hair, as she wore no formal white wig. Her skin was flawless and silky smooth. Her breasts were a nice handful, the teats had stiffened excitedly. She had a small, trimmed bush of dark pubic hair, beneath which was a rather large slit. "I haven't had a woman for 14 days," he let out, "there's been a lot of build‐up. This will be a short first round, Madame!" he said regretfully. She smiled sympathetically, "then it will probably be the second round that you will delight me with!" He fumbled a little. "In Italy, women take the cocks in their mouths at the beginning because they want a clean one!" She smiled, "it's not very common here, but I'll be happy to do it for you! I'm already used to do it!" She dived down. "Do you want to squirt in my mouth?" the countess asked, "that would take the worst of the pressure off you!" but he gave no answer. She nodded eagerly, took his cock in her mouth and he immediately realized that she had a lot of practice. His cock was already stiff, but she still gave him an intense blowjob. She kept it in her mouth as he squirted, swallowing and gulping the juice with relish and licking the cock continuously. She made sounds of pleasure as he rubbed her clit masterfully and her thighs began to tremble slightly. Just before she reached orgasm, she straightened up. She was highly aroused, so he penetrated her. It was a real pleasure to fuck her as she took his pace and fucked along very actively. They held each other gently and it was quite a long time before she reached her plateau and clung to him tightly. She thrust her pussy firmly against him in orgasm and calmed down after seconds. She stroked his back and buttocks as he continued to fuck for quite a long time. She squeezed his cock tightly inside her with her vaginal muscles as he squirted. She masturbated his cock very gently and he had to squirt for a very long time before he finished and lay down next to her. They whispered for another quarter of an hour, then the countess left, saying she would be back tomorrow evening.

He had breakfast with the maids and thought he caught many an amused or appreciative glance. Was the news already so well known? He kept his nerve and looked flirtatiously into the girls' eyes. Some returned his gaze with benevolence and clear interest. He would get back to them. He went to his room and prepared for algebra, Didi was good at it and was learning in leaps and bounds.

In the afternoon, they studied very hard until Nana got up and went for a shit. Didi immediately started talking about how she used to spy on her Mom fucking the guests, which she found incredibly exciting. He waited patiently until she had gotten rid of the first gush. He asked her directly. "Didi, you're my girlfriend, will you show me your Michette?" Didi winced and looked involuntarily at Nana's empty chair. "You like to look, don't you?" she whispered conspiratorially. She hesitated for a long time, but then hesitantly pushed her skirt up higher. He shook his head. "Put your feet up on the chair and fold your knees to the side so I can take a closer look!" Didi obeyed immediately. He took a deep breath. Her pussy was adorable, she only had a very slight fuzz. Her slit was rubbed red, obviously. "Spread that hole, I want to see if you're still a virgin!" She looked at him and protested, "Of course I'm a virgin," but she spread her labia majora. He leaned forward and nodded, "That's right, you still have a hymen!" He took a close look at her clitoris. It was really big like Pam's, the head was exposed and the foreskin only covered the shaft. "You've been playing all night, haven't you?" and Didi nodded eagerly. "I do that all the time because it feels so good!" He nodded in agreement, "that's okay, go ahead!" But she could do it better if she wanted to, he added eagerly. He took one of her fingers. "Imagine this is your clit," he said, "your 'chatouilleur'." Didi looked at him uncomprehendingly. He touched her clit with one finger. "There it is, your 'chatouilleur'. okay?" She nodded, confused. He moistened his finger with his tongue and rubbed her fingertip. "This is how it works," he said, "if you rub your 'chatouilleur' long enough like I do your finger, you'll have an orgasm, it's like a little explosion and that's how all girls do it!"

He placed her finger on her tongue. "Get that finger wet and give it a try!" She obeyed and jumped up after a minute. "I have to pee" she shouted and ran out. She came back, sat spread wide open opposite him as before and now carefully rubbed her clitoris. He watched excitedly as her face changed. She widened her eyes at the final spurt and he nodded encouragingly, "Yes, that's right, go ahead!" Didi convulsed and squirted a stream of urine in her first orgasm. She looked at Francesco, completely bewildered. "Wow, that was something very strong!" she exclaimed. He gave her a friendly nod and assured her that it was all right. Of course she could do it, day or night, it didn't matter, but she should hide it from everyone else. Neither the court lady nor Nana nor her mother should find out, it was really private! She looked at him for a long time. "Just the two of us, then?" Francesco nodded. "Yes, just the two of us. If Nana's taking a shit, you can do it here too. And put a rag in your bed if it splashes a bit of pee."

The next day, Didi excitedly reported that she had done it so many times during the night until she got too tired. And of course she now did it when the Nana went for a shit and he told her she did great. They became more intimate day by day. He wanted to wait a little longer before fucking her, maybe a week or two.

Countess Adele came every night at first. They found a good rhythm that brought them both to orgasm. The countess didn't often talk about her lovers, but she remarked several times that not very many brought her to orgasm. Francesco took it as a compliment. However, they both kept the general social distance that seemed appropriate. Neither the countess nor Didi were types Francesco could fall in love with. When the countess had a guest, he would choose one at dinner with the maids who responded to his flirting. She would come to his door silently and knock softly. He fucked them all with the same restrained passion that social distancing demanded ‐ that was much more present here in France than in Italy.

Didi now masturbated as a matter of course and sometimes even when Nana was there. Nana wouldn't have been able to see anything from behind and Didi did it really skillfully. Francesco cleverly arranged for Didi to talk again about the fact that only the good fuckers were allowed to squirt into her Mom, the others she did it by hand. Did Didi not want to do it by hand too? Didi thought about it for days and discussed it again and again. He didn't push her at all, he always pointed out that it was a step towards real fucking. But at 13 she was still far too young to fuck, he said. Except for the girls in the countryside, of course, they were already fucking at 13. The farmers' daughters were already fucking the farmer at 13, that was quite normal, the farmers' wives were quite happy with it. But these girls were pretty precocious, of course he would have fucked a few of them already, but they felt the strong pressure to want to fuck. The really big pressure. Francesco had laid out his net and just had to wait. He had no pressure, the countess and the maids took good care of him.

After just a few days, Francesco was persuaded by Didi. She didn't rest until he stuck his glans into her vaginal vestibule after her orgasm. Nana came back disgruntled from shitting and he had to withdraw. But Nana had to try again to finally shit. He immediately stuck the tip of his glans into Didi's vaginal vestibule again and now she was allowed to masturbate his cock. She had paid close attention while spying and did it right from the start. She opened her eyes wide as he squirted inside. He smiled contentedly, this was the road to fucking. Didi masturbated him once or twice a day, she smeared his juice in her vaginal vestibule and fantasized about fucking more and more often. She had been masturbating her clit for months now, and for weeks she had been making Francesco squirt with her fist. She felt quite grown up and damn old enough to fuck! Francesco contradicted her for weeks, at least pro forma.

Didi was only 13, but she was cut from a completely different stuff than all the virgins he had deflowered so far. She moved her chair very close to him, inserted his glans into her vaginal vestibule and looked him in the eye. "Deflower me, Francesco, now!" He was surprised, but not astonished. Her look revealed how determined she was, and her fingers also told him of her determination to be deflowered and fucked. They had both won, was his penultimate thought. The other was about the time they had left. He deflowered her immediately, she was the first girl he had deflowered in sitting. Didi had tears in her eyes, but they were tears of pride. She had got her way, she had forced him, his cock was deep in her pussyhole. He looked intently into her eyes. She nodded to him, "and now fuck me quickly, Francesco, before Nana comes!" He fucked her in sitting, they both rocked back and forth for what seemed like an eternity, then he squirted inside. They heard Nana's shuffling. They straightened their clothes and Nana was allowed to come.

Didi let herself be fucked sitting down every morning. She only orgasmed afterwards, with her finger. It was fine for her, the finger orgasm was enough for her. Francesco kept thinking about whether he had another option for fucking, but there wasn't one. They studied and fucked for another two years, she would marry the young Marquis de Ferret when she was 16. The countess kept coming to fuck him and so did the maids too.

The countess promised to get him a new job, she was very happy with his work and with his fucking. She didn't have to look far, the Marquise of Le Coudray in her castle near Chartres, just a stone's throw away, needed a female teacher or, if necessary, a male tutor for her 14‐year‐old daughter. The marquise came from the small Kingdom of Padua in Italy and had been widowed 10 years earlier. Her daughter Anna only ever spoke Italian to her, but she was determined to learn good French and anything else she fancied.

Francesco rode to Chartres and introduced himself. The Marquise was an older woman, a typical Italian in her mid-40s, short, stocky and visibly developing into a matron. Francesco suspected that she prayed more than she fucked, but that proved to be wrong. She was not very well educated and her French was simply atrocious. She was rich and had a small household, 10 to 12 maids, a coachman and two horse grooms. She could pay him 11 gold florins a month like Countess Adele, with whom she was very loose friends. She introduced him to Anna, who was very shy and not very talkative. Her French was even worse. They agreed on the terms and he said goodbye to the countess and Didi, who was very brave and thanked him for the good lessons and for "everything". She didn't make a fuss, she had had his fucking with passion for two years, but they were not in love, not after two years. He rode off and moved into the new job the next month.

Marquise Gina asked him if he wanted to sleep upstairs with the maids or if he would prefer to sleep in the stately apartment, her husband's room was free. He gladly took the Marquis' room, it was bright and sumptuously furnished. It even had its own bathroom and he could ask a maid to prepare hot water.

Francesco tested Anna on the very first day. She wanted to learn French and also some math. He nodded, math, geometry and algebra went together, they would see. She was very pleased that he spoke fluent Italian with her. He told her a little about himself, sticking closely to his fictitious life story. Slowly she thawed. She talked about her boring childhood, the maids and the grooms were her only company. And so the first week passed. Oh no, there was something else.

On Sunday evening, there was a knocking on his bedroom door. "Avanti!" he called out of old habit, "Entrez!" and pulled his trousers and jacket back on, he was just about to go to bed. It was the Marquise Gina. He asked her to take a seat and they talked. She wanted to find out if he had invited a maid for the night. She waved him off, that was not something that could go unnoticed in such a small household. He admitted that he had arranged a date. She regretted it and got up, "I thought you might be free for me." He asked her to stay and pulled the bell, a maid came. He told her to tell Evelyn that she couldn't come today. The maid nodded and wanted to look into the room, but he held the door shut.

He turned to the Marchesa and began to undress. "The night is yours, Signora!" he said, watching her undress. She was quite talkative and he only listened with half an ear. Who was doing it with whom and when, was not interesting. He asked about her husband out of politeness. She told an interesting story after lying down next to him. She didn't look too bad. She was at least a head shorter than him, her aristocratic face was starting to wrinkle and she wore her black hair shoulder‐length. Her small, round breasts were still full and suited her plump figure well. She had trimmed her black pubic bush Italian‐style, which was a bright spot.

She told him that her husband had died years ago, he hadn't suffered long. She was now dependent on her 'farfallina' as she had been during the marriage, because her husband was very old and hardly ever fucked. Nevertheless, she was faithful to him until his death and only took lovers later, always only on Sunday evenings, that's what she wanted. Little Anna sometimes came into the bedroom quite unexpectedly and Gina thought she had seen the game with the 'farfallina'. She suspected that Anna had been playing with her 'farfallina' ever since, but she didn't know for sure. A year ago she had taken the 17‐year‐old son of an Italian marquis as a steady lover, he came every Sunday evening and left on Monday morning, for a whole year. Then, one evening, she had fallen asleep after fucking him and was woken up by the violent shaking of the bed. Her Lorenzo was fucking Anna, who was then just 14 years old. She beat him out of bed, out of the room and threw clothes and his sword at him. He should never show his face here again, she screeched after him. Then she went to her daughter, who was still busy with her 'farfallina'. Gina waited curiously looking at Anna's masturbation, until she had finished. They talked about everything. Lorenzo had taken her virginity six weeks ago and fucked her every Sunday evening after Gina had fallen asleep. He fucked Anna three or four times in a row every time. And Anna liked being fucked, she said stubbornly. Since then, the mood has been a mess. Anna locked her nursery every night and they hadn't spoken to each other properly for months.

Francesco asked her what the Marchesa expected. She wanted to be held in his arms as if by a husband and to be fucked gently and without violence. She orgasmed easily and he didn't have to worry about it. "That's how it's going to be," Francesco said and took Gina in his arms. They fucked quietly and deliberately, Gina even orgasmed twice before he squirted. She babbled that it was from her habit of playing with her 'farfallina' every night since she was 6. They chatted for a while longer and she'd come back next Sunday night if it was all right with him, then she scurried out.

Anna slowly thawed and asked him every morning which girl he had fucked last night. She giggled girlishly and quizzed him. Francesco told her everything and never lied to her. On Monday he said it was Gina. She paused for a moment. "Oh yes, always Sunday nights. I know." She chewed on a question and then said, "I'm sure she told you I do it every night with that one down there!" He nodded, yes, that she played with the 'farfallina', Gina had said that. "Oh, is that what it's called? 'Farfallina', how strange, it means little butterfly, doesn't it?" Francesco nodded, "take a look in a mirror, if you pull the labia minora to the side, it looks like a butterfly."

Anna looked at him from the side. "She didn't say anything about Lorenzo?" she asked suspiciously. "Yes," he said, "she did!" She snorted and said thoughtfully, "He didn't rape me, I seduced him. I watched him fuck her so often that I really wanted to do it myself. I played with my 'farfallina' every night and dreamed of Lorenzo fucking me. It was almost real, Don Francesco." He saw her tears and his heart softened. "So, have you fucked again since then?" Anna shook her head. "The coachman? The grooms who belong to the maids? No, that's not a possibility!"

"But you would fuck your humble teacher?" he asked with a smile. She paused for a moment. "Yes, Signor, I would, if he wasn't already busy every day, from Sunday to Sunday, nonstop." Francesco hugged her and laughed softly. "I'd save myself a bit of strength, every day." Anna thought for a long time and finally nodded. "As long as I don't have a period, you can come to my place every night and fuck me. Scratch quietly on my door like a kitten and I'll let you in." She turned her head bashfully to the side. "Mom can't find out, you're supposed to teach me for two more years and then, when I'm 16, she wants to marry me off rich." She held back her tears. He promised, that her mother wouldn't find out.

Francesco called the maids in early and then crept to Anna's door. She opened it for him, she was already naked. He left the door open for a moment to look at her body. She had almost no breasts yet, just half an apple of a breast. Her teats were surprisingly large and pointed. She had no pubic hair, not even a fuzz. It seemed to him that she had been playing with her 'farfallina' for a long time today and when he asked her, she answered in the affirmative. Yes, of course, she had to wait for him. He lay down next to her and told her to make him hard with her lips, with her mouth. Anna had never done this before and he explained everything to her, that it served to make her hard and was also a hygienic measure that every sensible woman in Italy practiced. "But that you don't squirt in my mouth!" she exclaimed and he laughed. "If it's stiff, just take it out!" And so it happened.

Anna's vagina was soft, warm, moist and pleasantly tight. She fucked intensely and actively, just like a grown woman. She orgasmed easily like Gina and was very happy.

Francesco stayed with the Marchesa for two years. He fucked Gina, the maids and Anna every night. She learned well and grew up quickly. He left before she was married. The Marchesa had recommended him to others and over the next few decades he always had young girls as pupils. He categorically refused to teach boys. By now, he had mastered the art of conquering every girl after 14 days. Very few of them had already taken their virginity; he took most of them. He usually stayed with the girls for 2 or 3 years, he fucked them all daily and taught them well. He got the best references. But at the end of the century, after 1770, things were boiling all over France, especially in Paris. He rarely rode into this city, it was ugly, dirty and dangerous. More than once he had to defend himself against muggers with his knife, which spoiled the city for him even more, although he was glad that he could still fight well.

In 1793, he received a visit from a young nobleman who had disguised himself as a commoner. The city was still in turmoil a year after the revolution, but it was reasonably safe to move around. The young man introduced himself as the Marquis de Beaumont, gave him 30 gold florins as hand money and an address. He was told to seek out Princess Elisabeth, the sister of the beheaded King of France. Francesco had just finished a job and had been searching for weeks; the nobles kept a very low profile in these confused times. He had Beaumont accompany him and introduce him to the princess. The house she lived in was unremarkable from the outside. The princess was already in her 60s and had been washed in all kinds of water.

She was the first and only one to discover the discrepancy between the dates, but she quickly put the papers aside and got to the point. The Queen was standing before the ridiculous civil court these days and it was quite certain that Marie‐Antoinette would be executed. She, Elisabeth, had taken in the 14‐year‐old daughter of the Queen and the King, Marie‐Therese‐Charlotte, through connections and much bribery. She hid her here in order to smuggle her to Austria. She wanted to employ him as a tutor so that the child could continue to be educated, because no matter what the future held, she could not remain uneducated. Francesco understood immediately. They discussed the details and he would be given accommodation befitting his status and the same food as everyone else. The princess looked at him sharply. "You're a young man, monsieur, and I've been out of the amorous business for a long time." Marquis Beaumont gave a short shrug. "We have about thirty maids of a younger age in our house, so if you must, do it discreetly. We have a reputation to uphold, we are not as brutalized as the new bourgeoisie." They agreed on 15 gold florins a month, then Beaumont showed him to his lodgings. Francesco was very pleased, as permanent employment was not easy to come by these days.

The next day, he was introduced to Marie. He liked her straight away and she also showed an interest in him. She had only ever had a few different teachers and now, for the first time, a tutor. She had spent months in prison with her mother, the Queen, and that had left deep scars in her soul. She didn't speak a word of German, but she was determined to learn it if she was allowed to return to her grandmother, the Empress of Austria, one day.

The princess frowned at first when a different maid would sneak into Francesco's room every night, but she found that it was always the result of his flirting and he didn't forcibly fuck any. She smiled with satisfaction because Don Francesco was really discreet. The only other man in the house was Beaumont, who spent the night in the princess's arms and had no interest in the maids.

Francesco found out after just a few days that Marie was still a virgin and didn't yet know the secret of the clitoris. But she was interested in everything sexual, like all girls her age. Her mother, indeed the whole court, had kept her in the dark. She had often spied on her mother who flirted with all the men. The flirting usually ended with a hand job and she let everyone touch her intimately under her skirt and masturbate her, which Marie never technically understood, but Marie never saw her fucking anyone else. Marie often watched her cuddling and fucking the Swedish nobleman Hans Axel von Fersen in recent years. But as far as Marie knew, the Swede was the only one she fucked properly, she had seen them a hundred times.

Now she finally met someone whom she could ask all her questions, even the most obscene details. Francesco assured her that he was a friend she could ask anything. He already had a lot of experience in enlightening young girls sexually. Marie developed a crush on him, which after a few weeks led to a strong infatuation. Marie was very interested in being enlightened, described her mother's fucking with the Swede in great detail and had a thousand questions about it. She also talked to Francesco about her mother's handjobs, which she already had understood.

She had a thousand questions about what it was like when an admirer touched her mother under her skirt. He explained everything to her in detail and she wanted to be touched intimately by Francesco one day. He made her lift her feet onto the seat of the chair and flipped up her skirt. She was a little embarrassed and blushed deeply.

What a gorgeous little pussy she had! No pubic hair, not even a fuzz. He pulled her pussy apart and made sure she was still untouched. Her hymen had a large hole and was just a thin membrane that went all the way around. Her clitoris peeked out pertly from under the thin foreskin. He told her to take a close look, for what he was demonstranting, so that she could do it herself when she tossed and turned in bed at night. And it was a good preparation for fucking. She nodded eagerly and watched closely.

He moistened a finger with her tongue and said the moisture was important. He pushed the foreskin all the way back and pressed down the flesh around the clit so that it came out nicely and masturbated Marie. She winced at the orgasm and quickly calmed down. She wanted to see it again, then she did it herself. Francesco praised her, she could do it now and was allowed to masturbate as often as she wanted during the night and of course during lessons if she felt like it. She just had to keep it to herself, it was nobody's business and she should take a good look at her friends before she talked about it. Marie nodded, she already knew what privacy and secrecy meant.

So it happened that she sometimes interrupted lessons to masturbate. She leaned her head back, masturbated with her eyes closed and looked at him with a sad and guilty expression after her orgasm.

Francesco had stood by her intensely when her mother was condemned and beheaded. She cried on his shoulder, in his embrace, as she stood with the princess and Beaumont and received the news. She listened to Beaumont's report and also heard Francesco's explanations, as he always followed the events.

Once, when she had just masturbated in class and they were still studying, she said she had made up her mind, she wanted to fuck him. She had already been extensively informed about deflowering and fucking and the possible consequences. But she had thought about it for a long time and she wanted it now. Now.

Francesco laid her down on the chaise longue, flipped up her skirt and penetrated her. They both felt no tearing of the hymen, but she urged him to fuck her properly. She didn't orgasm while they were fucking, but she did it with her finger afterwards. From then on, they fucked every day during lessons, once or twice. Marie's infatuation faded, the difference in status was far too great. But she fucked greedily like her mother, she had an incredible amount of sexual pressure. She had turned 15, she turned 16 and then disaster struck.

In 1795, the militia took Princess Elisabeth and Princess Marie‐Therese‐Charlotte and sent them to prison. Beaumont was tireless, but he could not prevent the Princess, the King's sister and his great love, from being beheaded. Marie remained in prison and Beaumont found out that she would not be tried in court or beheaded. Beaumont let him know that France and Austria were negotiating an exchange of prisoners. Marie later came to Austria, thank God!

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