In China

Franz stayed in the palace with the inconsolable Beaumont, where else could he have turned? The citizens' reign of terror chased the nobility away or underground. Of course, it was clear that this was not a permanent solution, as revolution after revolution swept the country. You only had to put 2 and 2 together, the nobility would come back and claim their place. It was fortunate that Beaumont introduced him to Sir Reginald Braithwaite. The three of them often dined together, Franz was at something of a disadvantage because he spoke omly a little bit English.

Sir Reginald was an English merchant who was picking up the pieces of his French companies. France would recover in the next 15 to 20 years, but he had no business being here at the moment. He had been living apart from his wife and son for years, who at 17 was still sharing a bed with his mother. That was the real break, that she had made the boy her husband four years ago. She and his son no longer accompanied him on his many trips abroad, which he considered to be right and important. However, his two daughters were attached to him and accompanied him everywhere.

He saw a new opportunity. Hong Kong or later perhaps Shanghai. He was sitting on packed suitcases, so to speak, and it was a good thing from his point of view that his friend Beaumont introduced Franz. He had taught the Queen's daughter for two and a half years and, in Beaumont's opinion, had turned a spoiled, stupid chick into an impressive young lady. Of course, Beaumont was completely unaware of the purely sexual relationship between the two. And so it was that Sir Reginald hired Franz. Franz had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he had never run away before. The permanent position with the English oligarch came at just the right time. The girls' nannies certainly didn't want to go to China and, in Sir Reginald's opinion, one tutor was enough for the two daughters.

Franz needed new papers, Lorenzo's Venetian letters were no longer any good. Sir Reginald laughed, that was no problem, he was in and out of the English ambassador's office. Franz breathed a sigh of relief, because he was about to have the papers forged by criminals. Sir Reginald accepted him into the British Empire with genuine papers. Sir Frank Butterill from Hampstead near London, minor nobility, knighted, a loyal subject of King George at the age of 32. Perfect.

Reginald's hobby was fencing. Even in war‐torn Paris, he had set up a modest fencing room in his house and practiced daily. He was neither a brawler nor a madman who spilled his blood in senseless duels, he was a knight in spirit, today he would be considered a sportsman. He was unsurpassed with foil and rapier, he was always organizing competitions with like‐minded people and fencig masters. When Beaumont once let slip that Frank had been a soldier and fought with a sword before his teaching career, Sir Reginald's benevolence poured over Frank. He escorted him to his fencing hall and they tested themselves. Frank had never wielded a rapier or foil before, so they switched to rapiers. Although a little rusty, Frank did quite well. As a result, he trained with Reginald two or three times a week, and it was basically quite good for the couch potato Frank Butterill.

Two weeks before he left, he met Reginald's daughters. 14‐year‐old Eve and 11‐year‐old Rose. Like Reginald, the girls were tall and bony, neither of them beauties. Frank checked their level of knowledge. Eve was already very advanced in math, geometry and algebra and spoke a little French as well as English. Philosophy, history and geography were blank spots. Rose was pretty good at English literature, where Frank didn't have a clue. Rose struggled with math, geometry and algebra and also spoke very little French. Frank decided to focus on Eve's lessons and Rose was able to join in as far as she could. She was a bookworm and didn't feel left behind, when she had to read a book.

Sir Reginald invited some noble classy hookers over when he wanted to blow off steam. But that was not Frank's taste. Reginald's household was small, with 6 maids and 2 female cooks taking care of everything. Only now did Frank realize that it was going to be a difficult match. He had to pull out all the stops to fuck all the 8 English girls by the time he arrived in Hong Kong. Not that they were averse, but they had no fire in their asses. None of them masturbated regularly, and it was really hard to get them to do and to show the "irregular" at all. So fucking was not their best discipline. They let themselves be fucked patiently, but that said it all. He treated them like ladies, because he would be living with them for the next months and years.

Hong Kong was a nice little city, a dozen rich Englishmen did their business from here, the second important location was Shanghai. The decision in favor of Hong Kong was made because Sir Reginald was able to acquire a princely palace here. It was exquisite even for spoiled Europeans. God knows why the prince parted with it. Sir Reginald's vanguard had done a good job, they were very well accommodated. The many servants and maids were introduced to the lordship.

One of them did not bow as submissively as the others, her eyes flashing with fire as she looked at Frank. He stepped up to her and unpacked his best English. Her name was Mei Song, she replied. He memorized her name. She came in the evening when her shift was over. They chatted for half an hour and hit it off straight away. Mei lit an oil lamp, "because you eat with your eyes too," she said with a smile.

She was the first Asian woman Frank had seen. She was small and graceful, a body like a little girl. He caressed her slender, fairytale body; she had small, virginal breasts that seemed almost boyishly firm. In the light of the oil lamp, he saw her small, pink teats and the small, cheeky bush above her cleft, which didn't need trimming. He thought she was a very young girl at first, but she was already 27 and a very experienced woman, he realized immediately. She took the lead and rode him very gracefully and passionately. But before he cummed, he swapped places with her and fucked her from above. She hugged him lovingly as he squirted and stroked his back until he finished and lay down next to her. She was much better at fucking than any of the English girls he soon left behind. When her schedule didn't allow her to come and fuck him, she sent another lovely maid. There were around 35 young Chinese girls in the palace, each more lovely than the next. She always wanted to know the next evening whether the replacement had fucked well or not. He never found fault with her, she chose the girls carefully. They stayed together as a couple for the whole 6 years before he left the palace.

Mei told her story over time. "In our village community, the customs had been passed down for many generations. At the age of 6, we girls had to learn to drink the juice of the younger men, because they were not allowed to fuck girls until they were old enough to build a hut or a house. Most of them didn't make it until they were about 25. We girls had to masturbate our brothers', cousins' or uncles' cocks or take them straight into our mouths and then swallow the juice. The men's juice was considered magical or sacred and was not to be wasted. It is also considered somehow nutritious. In the afternoons, when the work in the fields was done, everyone would gather in a large living room and one of the boys would read a story, usually one that involved a lot of sex.

We young girls had to masturbate the juice out of the young lads and then drink and swallow it. At that time I was the only young girl in our community, I had to drink the juice of several boys every day and I really enjoyed doing it. I only stopped when I had taken my virginity. If there were too many, they had to masturbate themselves at the same time and then squirt down my throat. As the book or story that was read was usually very intense, both the boys and I were quite aroused on these afternoons and I only masturbated very secretly so that no one noticed.

The older boys, like my mother, who was the only young woman in these groups, were only allowed to snog, cuddle or touch each other intimately, but in secret. They weren't allowed to go any further, but she let a man masturbate her in secret and inconspicuously so that the others didn't even notice or could only rarely observe. But my mother was rebellious and disobedient in many ways. She would sit on this lap, then the next. Some afternoons she would let herself be fucked by 2 or 3 men, her brothers‐in‐law or her genuine brothers, but that was not unusual. Of course, I soon discovered that the one on whose lap she was sitting, was carefully and secretly fucking her from below. She put a cloth over her legs and listened attentively while she let herself be fucked mischievously. She pulled her shorts down a little under the cloth so that he could stick his cock in from behind. I usually arranged it so that I could secretly look under her cloth, even though I was giving a blowjob. She grinned wryly because I was looking under the cloth, so she had to laugh at my childish curiosity. When she moved to a lap, everyone had to look away. She let me watch, when she lifted the cloth and inserted the little stiff cock into her bushy fuckhole, that was our secret. She remained perched on her heels, smiled at me and put the cloth over her lap. I often saw the uncles' or cousins' cocks sticking into my Mom's pussyhole and slowly going in and out. As you may have noticed, Chinese men have relatively small cocks, but for me as a virgin it was very exciting to see the small cocks sliding in and out of her hairy fuckhole for a very long time. She made sure that he did it really secretly and inconspicuously. She laughed like a bell when one was ready and had squirted into her hole, which was always very exciting for me. Custom demanded that she was not allowed to do it, but she hid it under the cloth, although everyone knew except my father. Sometimes she winked at me conspiratorially, like when she secretly showed me how to masturbate when I was 6. Of course, masturbating was just as forbidden for us girls as it was for the boys.

I slept with my parents from an early age on, as my brothers had all left home. My mother and I would lie facing each other and she would hug me tenderly when Dad fucked her from behind. He only wanted to do it from behind, but I never found out why. She never had an orgasm when he fucked her, but when he fell asleep, she masturbated almost every night. I loved the physical contact with her, I was her child after all and loved the touching. As she never spoke with my father about fucking in the men's club in the afternoon, I naturally didn't say anything to him either. I suspected for a long time that he knew all about it, but I was probably wrong.

I still remember the arguments because my father wanted to take my virginity and fuck me very early on and my mother prevented it because I wasn't yet 14. But I really wanted it, I wanted it myself badly. I was no longer a little girl, I wanted to be fucked by my uncles and brothers on certain afternoons just like my mother and not just suck their cocks or masturbate and drink the juice. Dad got his way and, at my insistence, deflowered me between 13 and 14. I lay facing my mother and we held each other as he approached me from behind and grabbed my buttocks with his big hands. I wasn't afraid at all and my mother kissed me on the eyes as he slowly penetrated and tore my hymen. It hardly hurt at all and I whispered proudly to my mother that I was now a woman. She kissed me again and held me gently while he worked behind and fucked me. I hardly felt the squirting and was surprised that he lay down behind my mother and fucked her too. He rarely did that, he usually fucked only one of us both in turn every night until I was 24 and was taken on as a maid here at the Tiger Prince's palace. The prince only fucked his noble wives and girlfriends, we maids were strictly forbidden to fuck and we only did it very, very secretly. After a few years, the prince moved back to the imperial city and the palace and all the servants were sold."

Frank taught both girls in the mornings and gave Eve private lessons in the afternoons. She had a good relationship with him right from the start and although she made an impression on him just as dry as the other 8 English girls who had fucked him rather listlessly, Eve talked openly and happily about sex. She was already 14 and really interested in the matter. In passing, she mentioned that she and Rose had been masturbating for many years.

What she was quite bothered about was her older brother, who had been letting his mother masturbate him for years, since he was 13, and was fucking her soon after. Eve had found out about and observed both the masturbating and the fucking with interest, but at the same time experienced the emotional distance between the parents. The father was very angry that his son was fucking her daily, but he was completely powerless.

The mother was actually asexual, Eve said, she let her brother fuck her indifferently and passionlessly. She just let herself be fucked, without much emotion, and when she was aroused after fucking, she touched her clitoris briefly to trigger the orgasm. Eva never had the impression that her mother ever masturbated out of sexual desire, but she didn't know for sure. She and Rose were actually spying on the brother.

She had unzipped a couple of lads' pants in Paris last year, masturbated him and made him squirt on the floor. It was exciting and thrilling, but she didn't dare to fuck any of the lads, even though she fantasized about nothing else at night. She had always hoped that her father would take her virginity and fuck her, but he was always correct and only fucked the noble whores or the respectable, shy wives of his friends or acquaintances. She loved and adored her father, who seemed to effortlessly fuck even the shyest, most respectable and strictly celibate wives.

Frank responded to her casual tone, knowing well that he would take her virginity and fuck her. He didn't have to rush things, Mei and the other Chinese maids satisfied him every night. But he felt the dark urge that a virgin triggered in him. It wasn't difficult at all to get Eve to show him her pussy. It was a pretty little pussy, she already had a thick fuzz of black pubic hair and a rather large clitoris. He didn't need to teach her how to masturbate, she masturbated every night like Rose. He kept bringing up the subject of fucking and she soon became obsessed with it. It only took a little push to get her. She was happy and excited to give him her virginity and fucked him every afternoon. She didn't orgasm while fucking him, but she released herself with a finger without shyness or shame after fucking him. He fucked her every afternoon until she seduced her father when she was 16. Then she no longer needed Frank.

Rose was even easier to get around. Eve had told her about fucking Frank and as long as he was still fucking Eve, he had to put the brakes on Rose. She was still too young, he waited until she turned 13 and shifted their afternoon studies to Rose, because Eve was at the end of her education. She now spent her days with her father learning the business. Sir Reginald imported machinery, technology and weapons to China and supplied England with spices, food and silk. It was not a particularly difficult business and Reginald was pleased that Eve was interested in it.

Frank now taught Rose in the afternoon. She needed a bit more of a run‐up than Eve to fall in love with her teacher. She was just dying to show him her pussy. She was now 14 and her pussy was only slightly different from Eve's. And she also had the thick, black fuzz like her sister, whom Rose envied because their father sometimes let Eve sleep over. Frank didn't have to break down any doors to get Rose to fuck. She was ready to give him her virginity after a short time. She was the driving force, Frank just had to follow her with a smile. She determined the day on which he had to take her virginity and fuck her. He let himself be captured and made her feel like the mistress of the situation.

Rose's pussy was definitely prettier and more exciting than Eve's. She also had a bigger clit and Frank assumed that she masturbated much more frequently and intensely than her older sister. He penetrated slowly and with relish, she winced violently as her hymen tore. It bled a little, but she urged him to fuck her properly. He fucked her for quite a long time, holding back the squirting as she became more and more aroused. Her facial expression became distorted, she contorted her face in orgasm. It was very violent and she clung to him tightly. He was almost startled, because he was used to Mei's light and not violent orgasms. Still, it filled him with a certain pride that he had brought the young girl to orgasm the first time he fucked her. He squirted it all in with relief. They were both out of breath, but she kissed him long on the lips and said, "Thank you, Sir Frank!"

Rose, whom he was now specifically teaching math, geometry and algebra, obviously had a fabulous talent and feel for the subject matter. They fucked every day before class, but then she bit into the material. Frank had asked Reginald to send him the journals of the Royal Scientific Institute and was exploring with Rose all the articles in the journals. She was highly excited and eagerly awaited the assignments, which she devoured. Her interest in literature waned rapidly as she began to deal with tricky mathematical questions. Very much revolved around astronomical questions, and anticipating this, it is fair to say that Frank was very proud of Rose when she became one of the first women of the time to be admitted as a non‐regular member of the Royal Astronomical Society 30 years later.

But we're not there yet, she was 14, she turned 15 and 16. When she had turned 17, Sir Reginald urged her to get married. Her first sight was of her beloved teacher, of course. But Frank had good reasons not to marry, and he stuck to his guns, even if he couldn't tell Rose the real reasons. They fell out when he brought forward his 6‐year relationship with the chinese maid Mei. This hit Rose hard, she closed her classes and now only rarely fucked him. Reginald drove up all the young Englishmen between Hong Kong and Shanghai, she fucked most of them for a few days on a trial basis until she decided on one. Eve, who hadn't fucked him for weeks and had a very happy life in Sir Reginald's bed, took him to Rose's wedding. He was still suffering greatly from their argument and Rose's frosty embrace. As quickly as he could, he lay in Mei's arms to forget the frustration. He had to admit to himself that he had gotten far too close to Rose, and now he had to atone for that. But he had grown even more fond of Mei, and he shuddered to think that he would have to leave Mei at some point. It couldn't have escaped her notice over the years that he hadn't aged a day. After Rose's wedding, Sir Reginald placed him with a rich businessman on the island of Macau a few miles away. So he was a day's journey from Hong Kong and away from women's problems. But was it really him?

The Waldorfs in Macau were the de facto kings of the island. Their main business was trade between China and Europe. Sir Reginald was, of course, only a minor competitor with whom the Waldorfs and the Lords in Shanghai could get along well.

Elly Waldorf was a small, friendly girl of 13. Frank and she had a good rapport from the start, and he was an exquisitely treated guest despite his low rank, tutoring the daughter of the house Lord. Among other things, the Waldorfs had the largest and most exclusive brothels in the country, and clients often came from far and wide for the wonderful birds of paradise that offered a night in the highest heavens. Frank quickly forgot about Mei, because Robina Waldorf, Elly's mother and, so to speak, the Madam, sent him a beauty as a gift every night. He read, taught and worked all day, but in the evening he became a bon vivant. He dined with the beauty of the night and they sipped exquisite wines until they went to his quarters to fuck. He had sweated with Sir Reginald on the fencing floor for an hour every other day, now he was softening into a bon vivant, a dandy. He had made good use of the 6 years and was now fluent in English, the Chinese language was hard to learn but he could make himself understood in a rudimentary way.

Emily was a very good learner. She had taken after her mother in terms of her disposition, she was a real beast. She had masturbated for the first time at the age of 5, so he no longer needed to instruct her. Of course she talked to Frank about it right from the start, she wanted him to take her virginity and fuck her. She really knew all about it and knew what she was asking for. He had already learned from Reginald some time ago that the Waldorfs were not to be trifled with. Many a one had disappeared or been found in the stomach of a shark. He remained on his guard. He said not until she was 15, because if girls started fucking too early, their pussies wouldn't develop properly. He knew that this superstition was popular in China. She should ask around. Emily received confirmation from some people. When she told him very sadly, he relented. They made a pact with a handshake, as she had seen the adults do. He would take her virginity on her 15th birthday, they agreed.

Frank noticed from the start that a certain high‐class whore visited him almost every other day. She was given such preferential treatment in the restaurant that he became curious and asked the other girls about her. Because she didn't stand out, she was a white girl like many others, there were girls from all over the world and of all skin colors. She called herself Lukrezia and was from Italy, she said, but he quickly realized that she only knew Italy from travelogues. But she spoke Italian flawlessly, which made him even more curious. It took him several weeks to find out a corner of the truth. She was the daughter of "Tai Pan" Waldorf's second wife, as he was reverently called. Her mother was actually from Italy, and Lydia, as Lukrezia was actually called, was her mother's right‐hand woman, the second boss of the brothels. She didn't work as a high‐class whore herself, but it had been brought to her attention that young Sir Frank could also speak Italian and knew Italy like the back of his hand. Lydia was actually married to one of the triad bosses who served the Waldorfs, but he was considered by the brothel girls to be quite sexually dull and weak. A brutal thug with a little baby‐cock, they said disparagingly.

Now Frank was doubly on his guard. He had to offer Lukrezia everything sexually and not upset her because of her husband. She came three or four times a week to dine and fuck. She had been brought up very strictly by her mother and was not very experienced sexually. In her 20s, she had barely fucked a handful of men, mostly in longer affairs. She only masturbated very, very rarely and in secret, because her mother was relentlessly strict against it.

Frank treated Lukrezia very ladylike and well, he made her happy with good manners, long conversations about Italy and good sex. After six months, she gave up the game of hide‐and‐seek of her own accord. It was fine with him, because she also had to be careful that her husband didn't get jealous and he in turn dropped the fact that he was married in England so that she didn't indulge in any dreamy fantasies. She let herself be guided sexually and was quickly very good at fucking. She took contraception seriously.

He agreed with Emily that he would only teach her 4 or 5 days a week and have 2 or 3 days off. He changed silver into copper coins, borrowed a horse and rode around the area to get to know the country and its people. Girded with a good rapier that Sir Reginald had given him, he rode around the area for 2 or 3 days, making accurate maps of his routes because he enjoyed it. That he would have been better off not doing it became clear to him sometime later, very clear indeed.

Frank traveled from place to place, dined in the small inns, invited many a man for a jug of wine and was invited to stay the night in return, never once did he sleep in an inn. The farmers knew how to treat a guest. He slept with the farmer couple on their shared sleeping mat and fucked the farmer's wife just like the landlord. He knew what an unnecessary luxury beauty was, no one was ugly when naked. The peasant women were all good at fucking, he completed his Cantonese with the sexual vocabulary used in the countryside. Most of the peasant women had no idea about orgasm or masturbation, it was not common among them. If a woman did orgasm while fucking, it was nothing new for the couple. Some farmers waved their daughter over when she was no longer a child. They let themselves be fucked by the guest with the same pleasure as the mother, some even by the father. The people mostly lived in animistic religions and had never heard of Christianity, and there was not even a word for incest. The brothers and servants fucked the maids and daughters in another bedroom if it was a larger farm. He enjoyed fucking these simple women and girls at least as much as fucking the noble whores. The only real difference was that the noble whores were chatty or could hold a sensible conversation. The peasant women, on the other hand, were much more selfish when it came to fucking and demanded another round without any false shame. He made these trips for a good two years.

Emily's 15th birthday was a lovely celebration. In the early afternoon, Frank followed her to her room. She could hardly wait to be deflowered and she let herself be fucked wonderfully. He fucked her twice in a row, then they had to stop, the dinner bell called. They fucked every morning before class, it became a nice routine. Emily knew, of course, that he was allowed to dine and fuck with a high‐class whore in the evening and this prevented her from falling in love. She loved fucking, she was happy about every orgasm while fucking, which didn't work every time, but then she did it herself with a finger, that was okay too. Everything went well, Emily was a good and diligent student, she spoke fluent French, was good at math, geometry and algebra. Above all, however, she learned the trade on those days when Frank rode into the country.

One morning, after he had just fucked Emily and they started studying, Frank was called to old Waldorf, the "Tai Pan". He had no idea and was just surprised to see an elegantly dressed Dutchman sitting next to Waldorf. The fellow was a vain bogeyman and spoke very poor, primitive English. Frank saw that some drawings he had made of his paths were spread out in front of Waldorf. Waldorf admonished him from the start that it was a serious matter, that he should put every word on the scale. Frank's stomach clenched as the Dutchman barked away. Drawing nautical charts was a documented privilege of Holland and his drawings always showed the canal and the coastlines leading to the city of Canton. The charts were precise and accurate and were legended in English and Italian.

That was brazen espionage, exclaimed the Dutchman.

Old Waldorf helped as best he could. Sir Frank was a subject of the crown and a tutor. He knew not only England, but also the countries of the mainland, and he at least had personally authorized him to travel on horseback in the surrounding countryside, which of course was not true. They had never discussed the treaties between England and Holland concerning the maps, so it sounded credible to him that Frank was completely innocent.

The Dutchman did not give an inch. He demanded the extradition of all the maps and Frank himself, who would have to await the verdict in the custody of the Dutch maritime court. So Sir Frank went with the Dutchman and Waldorf assured him that he would inform the British Admiralty in Canton. The Dutchmen locked Frank in a room, but it was not a dungeon. He was treated well and interrogated harshly every other day. It took two weeks before the royal map keeper, the Dutch expert, finally arrived. He examined his drawings and found them to be primitive, naive sketches, completely unsuitable for ship navigation. The expert found Frank's statement that he had only made it for himself and only to explore the land between Macau and Canton credible. He had only marked villages, farms and bridle paths, and the rough coastlines were only intended to keep him away from them. The expert returned the maps to him and advised the Captain to release Frank.

Lydia picked him up with a horse. They had to ride two hours to the palace and took a break. Lydia had something on her mind, she began to cry terribly and stammered that she had just become terribly jealous when she found out he was fucking Emily every morning. Every morning! Even now she was outraged that he preferred such a young girl to her. Frank listened transfixed. It would be very bad if all this was already doing the rounds!

Lydia continued to sob and reported that, of course, there was no gossip within the house. Frank breathed a sigh of relief. Lydia had found Emily in the palace garden and they began to argue, one stepsister accusing the other of stealing her lover. They remained irreconcilable, one had him every evening, the other every morning. Lydia was deeply offended because Emily was showing off her innocent youth.

And what did Lydia have? A jerk of a husband who was now openly fucking his little boy's asshole. He even brought him into the bedroom, he fucked the confused boy in the asshole and reached around his hips to masturbate the boy at the same time. Lydia lay on the marriage bed and covered herself up to at least get the boy aroused. Some had a bigger cock than her husband, she flirted with the boy, drove him crazy when she showed him her pussy play. She smiled when he squirted in a high arc. Lydia asked Frank if this was a good marriage!

Frank was very annoyed because Lydia had betrayed him to the Dutch agents. He'd got off with a black eye and four weeks in the brig, but he was caught between two millstones, Lydia and Emily. At that moment he realized that he had to escape as quickly as possible. He enjoyed Lydia and Emily's gentle and passionate embraces, but he had to get away. Old Waldorf cradled his head regretfully, but Frank's decision was unshakeable. Shanghai was 1,500 kilometers to the northeast, but it was the second most important trading center where there were Europeans. With a heavy heart, he gave Frank a letter of recommendation and let him go.

Frank rode leisurely to Shanghai, taking ten weeks and staying overnight on farms. For a few copper coins, he received a princely treatment. He could choose between pretty daughters and maids, but mostly only the farmer's wife was there to fuck. He took what he could get and the farmers were not stingy in satisfying the high Lord. Frank loved the rough, unadulterated nature of women in the countryside. He took his time with the journey, he felt comfortable in the arms of these simple women and girls, who took fucking much more naturally and easily than the luxurious noblewomen of Macao. He reached Shanghai after ten weeks, only having to fight highwaymen twice on the way and buy his way free with copper coins or silver florins.

Shanghai was a large city and an important port. He rented a few rooms in the center and sat day after day in the restaurants where Europeans also frequented. He had placed advertisements in the local newspapers, but dozens of contacts led nowhere. It took three months before he found what he was looking for. The wife of a Dutch ship captain was looking for a teacher for her daughter, as her teacher had suddenly died. He liked the Dutch woman and gave in a little on the price, as he could afford it. The good Mrs. Michelis was very godly and reformed, but that was no obstacle. He was not allowed to tell 14‐year‐old Gertrudis any Catholic stories, he promised with a laugh. He was a tutor and not a priest. He was miles away from any church. Frank was glad that he had had his year of birth falsified on his papers in Macau, because Diana Michelis checked his papers carefully. She had even contacted the old Waldorf by letter and had Frank's details confirmed in writing.

Frank had been subletting from an old Chinese woman for the first three months and she had let the young European fuck her from day one without any problems. She was by far the oldest he'd fucked, she was probably older than 65, but she didn't know for sure. He wasted no time in looking for a younger lover. Here, in a busy city, it wasn't as easy as in the countryside to get close to the people. He fucked the friendly old woman, at least it was better than having no one to fuck. She giggled and clucked like an old hen, but he could fuck her as often as he wanted. Her giggling, toothless laughter and the cheering movements of her emaciated body told him how much she enjoyed fucking, how much fun she was having. Unfortunately, she spoke a dialect that was not at all similar to Cantonese, which he knew reasonably well, and was completely unintelligible. He would have liked to talk to her about her past sex life.

Little Gertrudis' teacher had been run over by a horse‐drawn carriage. The girl had just started to learn the mathematical basics of ship navigation with her. Frank had no idea about navigation, but he bought three more textbooks on the subject of navigation and learned the basics from scratch with Gerti. They made good progress, he emphasized mathematics, geometry and algebra, so that she understood the connections quite well. Gerti was a good, clever and hard‐working pupil and she was keen to learn German because her father was German.

Diana Michelis ran the household herself, she only had an old, grumpy and abysmally ugly Chinese woman as domestic help. She was out of the question for him, she probably disliked fucking as much as she disliked working. He heard Diana Michelis struggling with her lust night after night, chasing her orgasm loudly and violently, then there was silence. After a few days, he could no longer restrain himself and entered Diana's room while she was struggling to orgasm. She startled when he touched her gently. She immediately hid her nakedness, they whispered softly and he shrugged and turned to leave. "Stay, Sir Frank, stay!" she whispered almost inaudibly.

He went back to her, she made room for him and he lay down naked next to her. "I know you men want to fuck every day, but so do I!" she said, smiling softly. "Unfortunately, I usually have to masturbate because my husband is away all year round. Only very rarely do I have a short affair, a quickie. I'm always very ashamed because I love my husband with all my heart." Frank understood her very well, because his body could really miss fucking and orgasms. She played with his cock for a long time, "finally a real one again and not a little Chinese one!" she said. He felt her body, she was small and slim and her breasts too, sad remnants from better days, after all she was already 48 years old.

She had no particular desires when it came to fucking. She probably wouldn't have an orgasm, she said, that only happened very rarely. She would masturbate to orgasm later, she was so used to it. They fucked calmly and with concentration, she was quite tightly built and also reached the plateau very well, but she just couldn't make the leap to orgasm. After squirting, he lay down next to her and waited, until she had finished masturbating and they talked for a while until he went back to his room.

Gerti wasn't a beauty, not by any means. But she was very shy and for the first few months he couldn't engage her in any sexual dialog. But one day she started. "You've been fucking my mother, probably for a long time!" she said, slightly reproachfully. Frank nodded in confirmation, "Since about the first week I came here. She does it voluntarily, I don't force her to do anything." But Gerti had overcome an inner inhibition and kept bringing up the subject of fucking. It turned out that she hardly knew anything about sexuality, she never touched her pussy deliberately. She had often watched her mother fucking a chinese stranger, but she had never thought it through. She was maybe about 6 or 7 when she asked her mother about it, but Diana didn't enlighten her or liked to talk about it, "maybe later when you're older!"

The girl shyly affirmed that sexuality was very much on her mind and gradually her curiosity awoke. Days passed before she began to ask again. Day by day she elicited more and more general information from Frank, but she persisted in asking how many women he had fucked. She was very impressed that he had lived in a brothel in Macau for years and had fucked a high‐class whore there night after night. He had to describe the whores' bodies to her, the Whites, the Asians and the Negroes. For a while she was interested in the Negresses, whose pussies were either light pink or jet black. Gerti found it very strange that this was only a purely visual effect and that they fucked like everyone else. She had always imagined that Chinese women, for example, fucked quite differently from white women, as they had completely different eyes. Frank smiled quietly, because he also had similar ideas, until he fucked one.

There were only differences between the attitude of women, he said, regardless of skin color. Some only fucked from the front, some only from behind, but most fucked both ways. There were differences in activity, in passion. Some didn't like fucking at all, others did. He suspected that it just depended on the good or bad experiences.

They were quite familiar with each other after months. He had educated her extensively and without reservation about sexuality. He had explained female masturbation to her in such detail that one morning, eyes downcast, she confessed to having done it twice during the night and that orgasming was a great thing. But she didn't want to say any more. Whether she was still a virgin, he sometimes asked her, although he knew the answer. Very strange, he said, in most European countries girls were deflowered at 14 at the latest, in a few much later, such as in England. In Italy and France, girls were deflowered at 13, usually by their own father. And in China, girls were deflowered as early as 12, usually also by their father. He found it hard to believe that she was still a virgin at 14, almost 15. She should show him her pussy, that would convince him. But he was stumped. She wouldn't show her pussy to anyone, that was forbidden. Said the mother. "And your mother always keeps to the prohibitions?" Frank said provocatively, but he didn't push her any further. He knew that her mind was working and rumbling.

One day they were talking about deflowering again and he told Gerti how Mei was deflowered. In a tight embrace with her mother, the father penetrated the 13‐year‐old from behind and took her virginity. Frank told her how proud she was that her father was fucking her properly and that she was now allowed to fuck everyone in the afternoons just like her mother. Gerti was very skeptical, so Frank had to describe the custom in the Chinese countryside in detail. Gerti became even more skeptical, she had read many stories and legends, currently 'Tristan and Isolde' and fucking was always depicted romantically. He said that the Chinese also loved romance, but in the countryside fucking was very natural, purely physical and nothing magical was made of it. But in a story, the author had to sell the reader on the romance, that's what the readers wanted.

Gerti had turned 15, she was already masturbating every night and her thoughts revolved around fucking and giving up her virginity. Frank had to describe the deflowering over and over again in great detail, Gerti's eyes glazed over or filled with tears. She had to cry again and again for no reason and didn't know why. Frank took her in his arms every time and let her cry on his chest. She cried on his broad chest every day, it became normal for her to nestle in his arms. He gave her time to come to terms with this rollercoaster of emotions. Again and again he told her how much he would like to fuck her and accepted that she shook her head. But constant dripping wears away the stone.

Another quarter of a year passed before she was ready. She wanted it and she was afraid. She was in love with Frank and it increasingly pained her that he was fucking her mother night after night. "Would you prefer her to be tossed about like a leaf in the wind if she let chinese strangers fuck her?" he asked the girl and of course she shook her head. After all, she read the newspapers and knew how bad it had been for many a woman.

Frank was still surprised when one morning she said with such determination that she wanted him to fuck her. His heart leapt for joy when he saw her seriousness. He laid her on the bed, covered her with kisses, with French kisses. His hand slid under her skirt, along her thighs. She had never allowed herself to be touched so intimately before, but she quickly became hot and allowed him to stroke her pussy and his hands to part her thighs. She sighed and gasped in fear as his finger probed her clit and then gently rubbed it. She already knew this, she knew what would happen next. But he stopped long before her orgasm. He kissed her eyes and whispered that he would fuck her now. She nodded, although she was petrified. He kissed her again and again and flipped up her skirt. He guided her knees into the right position and looked at her pussy with pleasure, a truly beautiful pussy! Then he penetrated carefully and considerately. He had to thrust several times because her hymen didn't tear immediately. But then he penetrated her deeply and saw her happy smile. He fucked her for quite a long time and squirted inside, then dropped down next to her, exhausted. It was a hard piece of work. He grabbed her clit and masturbated her. Her thighs began to tremble and she had a very slight orgasm. She hugged him and kissed him gratefully.

They fucked every morning after he explained the sidereal calendar to her. She learned to masturbate him with her fist and let him squirt into her mouth. The semen didn't taste good at first and she spat it out, but after a while she swallowed the semen. After fucking, they studied hard, every day.

One evening Diana said she knew he was fucking her daughter. He remained silent in shock — damn, had Gertrudis blabbed? — and she continued, "please be good to her, she's still so young and fragile." He nodded in agreement and said he would never hurt her. It had turned out that way as she felt a lot of pressure to be made a woman. She was the only and last virgin in her circle of friends, he added, because Gerti had told him that herself. He was certainly not the type to pursue young things like Gertrudis, he lied cheekily. She swallowed it and said, "I'm not very happy about it, but it had to happen sometime. She lives here as an only child, she hardly has any friends, but they're all older than her. You're probably right, maybe that's where the pressure really came from."

She came back to this later, "Don't break her heart! As long as she's happy with the fucking, I won't interfere. She'll be heartbroken when you leave us one day!" He nodded and promised to treat the child well. She gave him a good explanation of how she had discovered it. The old, ugly Mrs. Chung had dropped it on her, but she didn't want to believe it. However, it ate at her and so she began to spy.

He stayed with Diana and Gerti for almost 2 more years. He had negotiated with Diana from the start that he would have three days off in a row once a month. He had to ride far out of the city until he reached rural areas. He always did the same thing, jingled the copper coins in his pocket and went with a farmer to spend the night. The richer farmers had a few maids, so he could choose one, or they proudly offered him his daughter. Not a single one was a virgin, they all had more or less experience. But the simple, natural manner of the Chinese women from the countryside was really very pleasant for him when it came to fucking.

Sometimes a farmer had neither maids nor a manly daughter and shared his wife with him. Most farmers' wives were young and pregnant. He often wondered why he particularly liked that? Was it because they were pregnant? Or was it the farmer whose curiosity attracted and piqued him? Or the farmer's wife when she had her first orgasm while he was fucking her and then said to her husband that she no longer had to do it with her finger after fucking him?

He had to admit that it was a horny situation when, after fucking, a peasant woman put one leg on her exhausted husband and the other leg on the exhausted guest and masturbated spread wide apart. In their animistic view, it was the women who mastered the great magic of orgasm and made no secret of it, but proudly and self‐confidently rubbed it in the men's faces. Frank loved these rides, no rain and no wind could stop him.

Gerti had been 17 and was now approaching 18. She was now a great fucker and could make sure she had an orgasm. She loved fucking and had fucked several boys and young men on the days when Frank was out riding. Her infatuation with Frank had diminished a lot, there were some nice boys she loved more than her old teacher. Her father had come for two weeks and Gertrudis slept with her parents. Diana had watched her daughter grow up with pride and was not ashamed to fuck the father in front of her daughter.

How surprised she was when Gerti took Daddy's cock in her mouth and licked it stiff and horny. He wanted to fuck again straight away, but Gerti didn't make room for Diana, instead mounting her father herself. He and Diana were initially shocked, but the 18‐year‐old fucked him very passionately and lustfully. After he had cum, she rubbed her clit with her finger to orgasm. The father didn't know what to say. He wasn't talkative anyway, but this time his silence was even more mute. Gertrudis laughed and smiled, she hugged her father and mother, kissed them again and again and said how much she loved them. Diana and she saw tears in his eyes for the first time, which he wiped away angrily. The ice was broken.

Frank took one last break, and this time he rode through rural China for almost six months. Every night he lay in the arms of a sweet Chinese girl. He was truly in love with the natural, unadulterated attitude of Chinese men and women towards fucking. He jingled his copper coins and the farmers offered him their beautiful, innocent‐looking daughters and maids. He was in a love frenzy, he didn't need romance like others, he wanted the frivolous, innocent‐obscene physical lovemaking with the girls. He found out how much it spurred him on to peak physical performance when he fucked the giggling, laughing pregnant farmer's wife in unspoken competition with the farmer until the early hours of the morning. He had even sought refuge in a nunnery once, fleeing the heavy rain. The nuns were celibate, but again the tinkling of his copper coins worked wonders. The abbess assigned him a young novice, she made the selection, not Frank. The novice was very shy and reserved at first, but she thawed out and he fucked the shaven‐headed child with great pleasure the whole night. He staggered from farm to farm, from bed to bed and would have preferred to remain a traveler forever, but he had set himself a limit of 6 months and stuck to it.

Frank had of course had his papers forged further and was ready to go home again after 20 years in China. Home — yes, where was that exactly?

Leaving it to the gods, he would take the next ship. He had bought new clothes and took the ship to Amsterdam. It could just as easily have been England, Italy or France, but he wanted to take the first ship, which was Amsterdam.

Although the ship did not slow down, it took more than 5 months to reach Rotterdam, the last port before Amsterdam. Love affairs developed among the mostly wealthy passengers, most of which lasted no longer than one night. Repeatedly. Nevertheless, Frank took happily part in the fucking game. Several times the cuckolded husbands got together and gave the most conspicuous bulls a thrashing. Frank did not take part in these brawls, he was inconspicuous and diligent. He already left the ship in Rotterdam, he wanted to continue on to France.

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