Back in France

Frank sat in front of the fireplace and let the fire warm his socks. He had read all the major newspapers in China, even if they came months later. He had followed the rise of the young American republic as well as Napoleon's meteoric triumphs, which devastated rather than conquered Europe. When he arrived in Paris from Rotterdam, the French emperor was staggering towards the end of his 100‐day reign. Frank avoided any political involvement, but he followed world events closely. He did not contact his old friends because he would not have been able to explain his age or his youth. It was easy to remain anonymous and isolated in the big city. Nevertheless, he had to search for six months before he found a job again.

He took up residence with a middle‐class widow who offered him full board and a warm bed for good money. Emile was already over 50, but she ran her small boarding house excellently and lay with Frank every night. She was talkative and told him her life story in full, but she was satisfied with his meagre personal details. She wasn't sophisticated or special at fucking, but he was still mentally with the Chinese girls and expected nothing but French home cooking from Emile when it came to fucking. And that was exactly what she gave him without any frills or fuss. She licked his cock stiff every night and asked if she should continue and if he would rather cum in her mouth, but he very rarely wanted to and never regretted it, as Emile licked and sucked his seed out passionately to swallow it dutifully.

Frank sat in the cafés in the city center day after day, drinking watered‐down Chinese tea and reading all the advertisements in the local newspapers. That's how he came to the Marquise de Montmesnil, whose castle was about 40 kilometers south of the capital. The marquise had lost her old husband in the Napoleonic wars about 8 years ago and was looking for a tutor for her 11‐year‐old daughter Charlotte. The marquise was about 48 years old and lived a relatively secluded life. She only gave a party for several guests two or three times a year, but no lavish parties like the ones in the city, she said. She wasn't a beauty, but she was always elegantly dressed and flirted openly with Frank right from the job interview. She looked through his papers quickly, but he suspected she was short‐sighted and didn't read any of it. She could afford the tutor, the general had left her well provided for.

The marquise questioned him very skillfully and would surpass any police commissioner in this discipline. Frank noticed immediately and was on his guard. He had no problem admitting that he fucked his landlady every night. She murmured approvingly that healthy young men needed someone to fuck every night. Women are more modest, she giggled, a single finger is enough for them. They both laughed light‐heartedly; in those days after the bloody revolution, people were a little more permissive in sexual matters. Frank talked about his relationship of several years with the Chinese 'princess' Mei Song, who sent him her most beautiful servants when she was unavailable. The marquise hung on his every word and Frank didn't spare the spicy details and flowery phrases. "Oh, I talk too much, Madame," he interrupted and fell silent. He had really got her imagination going and that was exactly what he wanted.

They were relatively quick to agree, he would tutor Charlotte in all humanistic subjects and teach her English or German. He was given a beautiful, large room in the manor house and then the marquise walked down the line of servants. She had about 35 maids, 5 little page boys, 10 men and women in the kitchen, 4 coachmen and grooms and 3 gardeners. Frank was introduced to everyone and he memorized as many names as he could.

He liked one of the maids right away, she didn't look down demurely like the others, but her fiery looks promised him a thousand pleasures. He delayed his step and the marquise stopped next to him. "I see you like her, Sir Frank," she said half‐silently, "you have a good taste!" They went on, he rode back to Paris and moved into the Montmesnils' castle on the appointed day. He had dinner with the Marquise and Charlotte and apologized for his simple clothes, but he had not yet been able to visit a tailor in the short time available. He would make up for it as soon as possible. At the end of the exquisite dinner, the marquise mentioned that a bath had not yet been installed everywhere, but that a maid would come every evening and wash him, as was customary in the past. He nodded in the affirmative, even though no one had ever washed him before.

He could have guessed it. The certain, special maid pushed a pot of warm water into his bedroom. Please undress, she said cheerfully, looking at him challengingly. Her name was Mira, she said, from Mirabella. He lay down on his stomach and she washed him. Then he turned onto his back and she washed him. His cock stood bolt upright and he looked at her enticingly. She blushed and shook her head. "The Marquise hasn't allowed it yet," she said quietly and kept silent as she gave his cock a good wash and made him squirt properly at the end. She smiled as she cleaned him and left, smiling kindly. He was left relatively confused.

He checked Charlotte's level of knowledge. She was still very uneducated and he saw a lot of work ahead of him. His first impression was that the girl was not as innocent in sexual matters as she should have been, but he left that topic for another day. It was enough for him to know that the girl liked him too and that she didn't want to make a fuss over him.

Today the marquise had guests for dinner and that meant that he ate in the common room next to the kitchen. There was light country wine with the meat, various vegetables and fruit. The potatoes had been imported from the New World, but they had always been considered the food of the little man. The situation was very pleasant and he chatted with the girls and men in a relaxed manner. "I'm going to read for another two hours and then go to bed," he said to Mira. She nodded that she would come and wash him. That's what happened over the next days.

On a day, the marquise came in, wrapped in a light robe, while Mira was still washing him. "I'll take over, thank you, Mira!" said the marquise, whereupon Mira left with the bath pot. The marquise dried him off and held his stiff cock very lightly in her hand, she didn't make a fist. "I'm freshly bathed too, Sir Frank, may I lie down with you?" What could he have said? That she was actually too old for him? That her contours didn't make him rejoice and cheer? He nodded and made room. She let her robe flutter to the floor and lay naked beside him. He had plenty of time to look at her. Her sharp‐cut face was framed by auburn, grayish‐brown hair. She was actually quite slim, although a few rolls of fat were already visible on her hips and bottom. Her breasts must have been full and round before, but now they gave way to gravity. She had shortened and trimmed her pubic hair. She was already 48, but she was by no means an old woman.

She wanted to get straight to the point, they kissed and she willingly spread her thighs so he could excite her clit. They were both hot pretty quickly and started fucking. He realized that she knew very well how to bring herself to the plateau, panting and gasping as she picked up the pace together and fucked herself to orgasm. Apparently it didn't happen often and she smiled proudly and contentedly as she hugged him gently and let him squirt after a while. They lay next to each other breathing heavily for a while and she chatted quite a lot. "Thank you, Sir Frank," she said later with a smile, "You fuck really well! It's not often that a gentleman brings me to orgasm!" Since her husband had fallen 8 years ago, she regularly invited his former officers to dinner and she fucked every one of them, but only these officers. She rarely fucked other cavaliers. She had learned to masturbate at the girls' convent and had done it every night since then. It had become part of going to sleep, she said with a mischievous grin. He didn't like to talk after fucking and only gave her the usual compliments. Wouldn't she like to masturbate now? She exclaimed: "Oh God, no! I've never masturbated in front of anyone, of course not!" She thought for a moment. "Apart from the girls at boarding school, of course, who taught it to me in the first place." Frank sensed the challenge and said as much. "No, never!" Frank smiled, "the last word hasn't been spoken yet!" He left it at that.

She asked if she should come again if she didn't have a guest? Frank nodded, because she fucked very well, he said. And, shouldn't she send Mira to him if she didn't come, because she often had an officer as a guest? He nodded there too, but he didn't know whether Mira would want to? The marquise laughed uproariously. "Mira had been in my ear from the first day you moved in. I just told her I was the boss and I was taking the prerogative. Then she backed down. But I promised her I would let her." They both laughed because it seemed to be working out well for everyone. That's how they did it, the marquise came to him once or twice a week, on the other days Mira came or sent another horny girl as a substitute, because she absolutely had to use contraception. It was a good arrangement.

Mira washed his cock before fucking him, and after fucking him she washed his whole body so he wouldn't go to sleep all sweaty. Mira was much younger than the Marquise, 27 or 28 years old, and she had a lot of experience. In short, she fucked much better than the Marquise, she was very easy going and had one orgasm after another. He often fucked her twice in one evening, but she had to leave him and sleep in her own bed every night, the marquise had ordered it that way.

Over time, Mira told him about her life. She had become a maid at the age of 15 and hadn't worked nothing else. She hadn't learned to read or write, no maid needed that. She had learned to count her days as a young girl so as not to get pregnant, and it had worked so far. She had served in all sorts of houses, she had had to fuck both landlords and their sons, sometimes even guests, even if they were old or ugly, that was one of the tasks for the maids. And if she felt like it, she also fucked servants and stable boys of her choice.

One of the interesting jobs was in the household of Madame Josephine, the former empress and now divorced wife of the emperor. Madame Josephine was from the Caribbean and she was certainly no 'good' girl. She was in her mid‐40s when she got divorced and she loved insanely to fuck. She had become infertile after giving birth to two children in the Revolution's dungeon and was able to fuck without a care in the world. Even during her marriage to the Emperor, she had plenty of lovers, but he only found out shortly before the divorce.

Mira was Josephine's confidante from the very beginning. One day, she asked her if she knew how small Napoleon's cock was. Mira shook her head, no one had ever seen his cock. Josephine laughed and called in Eduard, an 11‐year‐old page boy. Josephine lowered his pants and Mira had to take his little cock in her hand. "There you go," Josephine laughed, "there you go!" Mira had to hold his cock and rub it gently, it stiffened without growing until the boy squirted. "Eduard, wipe it up!" Josephine ordered and walked away with Mira. "He used to fuck me every night when he was in Paris, can you imagine? With such a small cock! I had plenty of men's cocks, real men's cocks at hand when he was out and about!"

Josephine made no secret of her sex life. Mira usually had to wait in the next room with the door ajar to await her orders. Little Eduard crept around her legs like a cat, spying on his mistress. Mira grabbed the runt's cock and held it in her fist until it squirted between her fingers. Mira rubbed his little cock nonstop and the boy beamed every time she made him squirt.

The process was always the same. Josephine sat with the cavalier in her drawing room and they talked about court‐ and state secrets. She chatted very familiarly with most of them, then grabbed his cock out of his fly and gave him a handjob. She wiped the semen off with a tissue and sat back down with her legs apart.

The cavalier was now allowed to reach under her skirt and masturbate her. Those who were good at it were allowed to bring her to orgasm two or three times in a row, and were hugged and kissed accordingly. But those who couldn't masturbate her to orgasm, she angrily chased away and never invited them back. So she was left aroused and called Mira in and let her masturbate her, because Mira was pretty good at that.

Only one or two cavaliers a week pleased Josephine so much that she invited him to her boudoir. She only let herself be fucked there and she was really picky about who was allowed to fuck her at all. Mira had to wait next door for her orders again. Little Eduard and she watched her fucking and very rarely was little Eduard allowed to fuck Mira properly, but mostly she just grabbed his cock with her fist and made him squirt very slowly and nonstop.

Frank liked fucking the Marquise once or twice a week as a bonus, because she was always fucking quite well. He stopped before cumming, saving it for Mira, who waited outside until the marquise came out. The marquise was surprised that he stopped squirting and he lay her across his lap instead. He began to masturbate her and stopped very close to her orgasm. He took her hand, he took her finger and put it on her clit. But she didn't masturbate, decidedly not. He did this for a few days, feeling his way closer to her orgasm each time and seeing her finger twitch treacherously, but she thought about it and didn't masturbate. It took him more than 14 days to win the contest. He brought her a tiny step closer to orgasm, he put her finger on her clit and now, yes now, she masturbated and groaned and moaned in orgasm. He held her very tenderly in his arms and she began to cry. "You are a devil, Sir Frank," she sobbed softly, "but a very dear little devil! I resisted your temptations for a long time, but in the end you won! Are you satisfied now?" He nodded and replied very seriously. "I just wanted to find out if I could seduce you, Madame! I meant no harm, dear Christine, for me it was a competition, a bet that I wanted to win at all costs, that's my way. But now it's over, the bet is over and I'll carry on as normal. You also know now that you can have your orgasm at any time if you don't have one during fucking. Okay?" She nodded and wiped away her tears, from now on she masturbated the few times she hadn't had an orgasm while fucking. But she couldn't forget the dampener for months.

He taught Charlotte 4 hours before lunch and 2 hours in the afternoon. She tried really hard, but she hadn't received much talent from the good Lord. Instead, she was interested in everything sexual and talked about nothing else. She had heard that he fucked the Marquise and Mira every day, he corrected her and poured her pure wine, she was very trusting and he didn't want to destroy that. She wanted to know how he felt about fucking the two women and he told her, in an age‐appropriate way of course. He didn't hide from her that Mira, when she had to use contraception because she didn't want to become pregnant, sent him one or two horny maids as substitutes and that he had already fucked almost all the younger maids, but that was actually quite normal, he told the little girl, who listened with her mouth open.

Once she told him that she had learned to masturbate about a year ago from a playmate and did it every night until she got tired and fell asleep. He confirmed that it was very good and that she should just make sure it remained private. Charlotte told him another time that she had learned from the same playmate to unbutton the little playmates' pants and play with their little boy cocks when they had lured the boys into a secret corner. She watched the other one a few times as she stiffened the little boys' cocks and rubbed them until they squirted. She had done that too, she said bashfully. Frank encouraged and praised her, saying it was good when a girl could do that and was familiar with her own and the male sexuality.

She later said that the playmate was seriously considering fucking with the boys, really fucking like the adults, as they had spied on it many times before. Frank told her that wasn't a good idea. The girls' pussies weren't finished growing yet and she might do her pussy a lot of damage. She should give up the idea, he said sternly. Charlotte chewed on her lower lip. She had a crush on her teacher, of course, and had always fantasized about fucking him like an adult. He dismissed her thought. He wouldn't do it, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her pussy! She was depressed and dejected for days. She asked him if he would fuck her later? He pretended to think about it for a long time and then said that when her pussy was fully grown at 14 or 15, then maybe. She breathed a sigh of relief, she was looking forward to it, she said happily.

Soon afterwards, she asked him if he wanted to watch her masturbate? Yes, he said, making a very friendly welcoming face. She flipped up her skirt, but he told her how to sit down, feet on the seat, knees apart and skirt pushed up so he could see her pussy quite well. She obeyed immediately and then masturbated eagerly. She jerked hard in orgasm and quickly calmed down. Had she done it right? Frank nodded and took a close look at her hymen, it had a very large hole. Hadn't she fucked a little boy after all? No, she said, she had only let the boys' cocks penetrate her pussy through the hole in her hymen a hundred times and let him wiggle until it squirted into her pussy. The boys liked that very much and she really didn't mind, but never let them fucking, definitely not!

Charlotte asked him if his previous students had let him watch them masturbate? He laughed uproariously. The students usually sat with their legs up during class and masturbated when they felt like it. Once a day, or ten times a day, that wasn't important to him. What was important was that the girls learned to feel their pleasure and relax, without any shame or false pretense. Charlotte nodded eagerly, now she understood everything, she said seriously. She was gradually getting into the habit of sitting with her legs up, without any false pretense, she assured herself earnestly. She had understood that this was private and that she shouldn't tell anyone. She fingered her sex without any inhibitions and gradually lost her shame, the more exciting the subject matter was, the more vigorously she plucked at her clitoris, the glans‐shaped head of which protruded from the foreskin. She leaned back and closed her eyes as she masturbated herself to orgasm. She didn't masturbate very often at first, but without faking it, and she was very pleased when he looked up from the book and watched her masturbate benevolently and smiled contentedly when she had a hard orgasm. It seemed right for her to masturbate two or three times in class, that was all she wanted. At night she usually only did it once, rarely twice, that was enough for her.

Time flew by, the girl turned 13 and 14 and once reminded him that he had promised to fuck her. He took his time, he was very satisfied with what the marquise, Mira and all the other shy and reserved maids could give him. But Charlotte didn't give up, she felt a lot of pressure, especially as her playmates were all already fucking the older boys. She felt left out. Only when she told Frank exactly that did he realize that he couldn't put it off any longer.

One morning, he led Charlotte to the couch. Her eyes lit up when he said he was going to take her virginity and fuck her now. She nodded eagerly and lay down, she had seen fucking hundreds of times before. Neither she nor he felt the tearing of her hymen, it had probably been torn long ago because she had often had a little boy's cock stuck inside her, and squirting during frivolous play. He fucked her for a very long time and she was very easy going, because after she had reached her plateau, she staggered from orgasm to orgasm until he cummed. She was tired but overjoyed. She covered him with a thousand kisses, fucking was much, much nicer than masturbating! He agreed with her and sat back down at the table. They had to learn.

He stayed for another three years. He fucked Charlotte every morning after explaining to her about contraception with the calendar, after her period came at 18. She was smart enough not to fuck for 10 days to really be on the safe side. Her infatuation waned and she was seriously preparing to be married at 17 or 18. She fucked many candidates on a trial basis and sent them all away again, although she kept some for a few nights and got her brains fucked out, as she confessed shyly to Frank.

The Marquise wasn't very keen to let him go, but Charlotte no longer needed a teacher. She had a very close friend, a princess in Strasbourg, who had married old Prince Rohan and was looking for a teacher for her 13‐year‐old daughter Danielle. The Marquise, who corresponded with the Princess every fortnight or three weeks, praised Sir Frank, who had developed Charlotte into an educated young woman. So it came about that Frank came to Strasbourg.

Everything had been arranged by letter, he traveled by coach this time and was received very kindly. He freshened up and put on nice clothes, then he was taken to the princess. He was very surprised because she was still quite young, 37, as he later learned. She was dressed very elegantly but simply, which emphasized her good figure amazingly. However, he couldn't figure her out straight away. On the one hand, she spoke in such a godly and god‐fearing manner that she left no doubt as to her virtue and chastity. On the other hand, she flirted with him so brazenly and blatantly that his doubts were wellfounded. And she was very talkative; two hours later she dismissed him and he knew about every love affair, past and present, of her large court. During a pause for breath, he had asked her how the tutor was allowed to fuck. She immediately listed the girls who loved to fuck, describing their physical attributes and their lovemaking techniques as if she had been there. He was free to choose the girls, although of course it was extremely sinful, she said with a sinful smile. Now he was sure that the marquise had written to the princess about his sexuality. Before dinner, she walked down the line of servants and introduced him. He dined with the servants, as the princess had guests. The daughter Danielle would not be back from her grandparents until next week.

Of course he was quizzed at dinner, but it was to be expected and okay. His seatmate, Marielle, immediately jumped at his cautious flirting and promised to join him after duty. With a wink. The atmosphere at dinner was relaxed and frivolous, he felt comfortable around people who were unveiled and obscene in the best sense.

He went to bed at sunset and Marielle arrived shortly afterwards. She was completely uncomplicated and lay down with him. She was a pretty, buxom farm girl and fucked very naturally. After he had cum, she rubbed her clitoris to orgasm. But she didn't stay long, there was hardly time to get to know her better. She replied with a laugh that she would like to come next night too, but she thought it was more likely that he wanted to fuck all the girls first as a trial, but that was quite all right. But now she had to go and make room for the princess. She left, smiling and laughing softly. He hadn't noticed her last remark and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a soft knock. He flinched as someone lay down next to him. It was the princess. She hugged and embraced him, crying. He woke up and heard her whispering how sinful she was and should be called Mary Magdalene because she was so weak, because her flesh was so sinful! Then there was silence, she stiffened his cock with her mouth and mounted him. She was warm, moist and pleasantly tight. He let her ride him for a while, then he changed position, he preferred that now. She was slow to get going and he did everything he could to make her hot and even hotter. After long moans and groans, she orgasmed, gazing wildly into his eyes as she held on to him and her abdomen twitched involuntarily. She calmed down and hugged him, smiling happily as he squirted inside. He lay next to her, gasping for breath. She, however, chatted away. She had been faithful to her husband all her life, but he was already approaching eighty and spent most of his time in Versailles and Paris. He had released her from her vow of fidelity, he could no longer give her what she needed. Frank nodded in agreement, saying it was a fine move on the part of her husband. The princess didn't stay long either. She would come back tomorrow when the maid had left after fucking, said the princess and disappeared just as quietly as she had come.

He couldn't fall asleep straight away. He remembered that the late Lord Rohan was said to be Queen Maria Antoinette's lover, although it was probably just rumors. It must have been something, though, because the cardinal gave her an insanely expensive necklace. This was followed by the nonsensical Collar Affair, during which both Cardinal Rohan and the cunning impostor Cagliostro were imprisoned. After some time, both were released because they actually had nothing to do with the theft. Frank was now in the service of the deceased's daughter‐in‐law, who himself claimed on his deathbed to have been the queen's real lover. His son had kept this secret and only told his third wife, this princess. Frank was still pondering whether old Rohan had really fucked the queen, who was considered chaste, but on the other hand Frank had it on good authority that the Swede Fersen had definitely fucked the queen for years. Couldn't Rohan just as well have fucked the queen during the Swede had been traveling for longer? Gradually, Frank fell asleep.

Every evening it went exactly as Marielle had predicted. The maid who had the hots for him and wanted him would sit next to him and take him to his room, a different one every night. As soon as she had left after fucking him, the princess appeared. She had to fight really hard for her orgasm, but she managed it almost every time. Otherwise she turned to the side and masturbated secretly. She had to, but she always wanted to do it discreetly.

He gradually learned the princess's life story. She came directly from the bloodline of the Burgundian kings. She had a very strict and Catholic upbringing. When her mother forbade her to masturbate, it was long too late. She had learned it from her playmates and masturbated every night before going to sleep. She tried to skip it for her mother's sake, but she slept badly and was grumpy and in rough mood the next day. After masturbating, she always slept well and was a ray of sunshine the next day. After realizing this, she masturbated every night for the rest of her life. The Prince of Rohan had already been widowed twice and had grown‐up sons and daughters, but the old man fell in love with the beautiful girl and was allowed to marry her. They had a girl, Danielle.

Her husband smiled indulgently, because she had hundreds of admirers. She wanted to remain faithful to her husband and didn't fuck a single one at first. But the devil sneaks up on the beauties of the world on inaudible soles. She drank tea or lemonade in her small, private salon with a cavalier. One thing led to another, at first she just caressed the cocks and let her pussy be caressed. After many weeks, she very shyly and hesitantly gave the gentleman a full handjob. Later, the devil kept on sneaking, she let the cavalier masturbate her under her skirt. The first few times she was very ashamed afterwards.

But she liked it more and more, because many of them did it very well. Again, one thing led to another and she let him penetrate and cum inside after the handjob. The devil had good cards and played them. It was only a matter of time before she let the cavalier penetrate under her skirt and fuck her for half a minute until he squirted. The closer a cavalier brought her to orgasm, the longer he was allowed to fuck her. There were now some who took the chance and fucked her to orgasm for 20 minutes. The devil laughed his head off. Only now was she inconsolable about cheating on her husband and confessed everything to him.

Rohan was already at the age where you become weak in the loins and wise in your mind. He took her tenderly in his arms and forgave her everything that had happened in the past, everything and everyone. He released her from the vow of fidelity, because he could no longer fuck her and she was so young, in full bloom. She was only supposed to look after her reputation and not do nasty things with his numerous enemies, but she had always paid attention to that. She was grateful for his generosity and didn't shame him. Two years ago she had become pregnant, she didn't even know by whom, because back then she often fucked several men in a row on the same day. She drank a poisonous concoction and lost the fetus. Since then, she did it a little more thoughtfully and no longer fucked like a fury.

The arrangement went well, the princess wanted to fuck, or rather be fucked, after the maid, by which time he had already mostly squirted all his semen out and therefore fucked her for quite a long time. It wasn't immediately clear how the women arranged it among themselves and he didn't really care. He took each one, even the older maids who hadn't fucked for a long time. He enjoyed and kept silent, as befitted a man of honor. He knew that he was in high demand and didn't care that the girls were also fucking the other men.

The former emperor had died in exile. Frank couldn't understand why the whole of France, all the French, mourned him. He hadn't understood the veneration during his lifetime either. How could people forget that his victories had been bought with a sea of blood and the lives of at least 3 million Frenchmen? Frank had experienced dozens of wars in his long life and had never understood why people were banging their heads. Of course he understood that a man would defend himself against an attacker, but not the attack itself. What wet meadow was worth one village setting fire to the neighboring village?

Frank had persuaded the princess to let him read the letters of Marie‐Antoinette, old Rohan and his private diary. The letters were undoubtedly love letters, which also spoke of their physical love, more clearly than had been ever made public.

Rohan's diary was either an infamous fake fantasy or a revelation. Cardinal Rohan wrote how the love story came about. The chaperone and best, most intimate friend of Marie‐Antoinette was called Jeanette and Marie‐Antoinette told the cardinal at the first private audience that Jeanette was a compulsive addicted masturbator and, of course, sometimes lay with her. She herself was not a lesbian, the Queen said, but Jeanette always managed to involve her in her addiction. Jeanette sat far back in a chair because that was the chaperone's job, but the Queen and he could see exactly how Jeanette's hand wiggled under her skirt. Jeanette didn't give a shit about the two of them, who surfed hotter and hotter as they watched the maids masturbation. They exchanged tongue kisses for the first time and he fucked the queen from behind, fully clothed and standing upright, as she leaned her hands on the back of a chair and stuck her ass way out back. It took less than two minutes, he wrote regretfully. Thus began a love affair that was to last two and a half years.

Rohan described that he fucked Marie‐Antoinette hundreds of times at picnics in the garden or in secluded, secret corners or small cabinet rooms, mostly. Marie‐Antoinette's favorite position was to lean forward her hands on the back of a chair and Rohan would stand behind her and flip her skirt up a bit. Rohan described her snow‐white asscheeks and the dark fleshy cleft underneath, which he adored. She didn't particularly like it when he touched her tight pussy with his hand, exploring it tenderly. Paradoxically, she let him masturbate her clitoris to orgasm, before or after fucking. She often sat sideways on his lap, let him reach under her skirt and masturbate her to orgasm. If the situation allowed, he was allowed to stick his cock in while masturbating her clit.

She usually wanted him to fuck as fast as he could, squirt inside, finish his squirting in a hurry and let her sit up again. Rohan wrote that she never had an orgasm while he was fucking her, but only when Jeanette was masturbating her clit. Rohan only admitted, in a very ornate and disguised manner, how strong Marie‐Antoinette's lesbian inclination was, although he had witnessed Jeanette's lovemaking hundreds of times. Marie‐Antoinette was often still very hot after fucking and Jeanette had to masturbate her to orgasm immediately, it couldn't wait a second. Afterwards she was balanced and relaxed. They always kept their clothes on for safety, and the prince regretted that he was not allowed to fuck her in her bedroom, nor could he ever see her completely naked. He only sometimes saw her pussy when Jeanette lay down on the grass next to the queen and masturbated her clit. The queen spread her legs wide, flipped her skirt up and took Jeanettes hand, guiding the finger greedily to her clit. Those were the only times Rohan was allowed to look openly at the queen's exposed naked pussy and clitoris.

Rohan wrote that the Swede Fersen played the first fiddle with Marie‐Antoinette. He himself only got his turn when the Swedish diplomat was away. Rohan then switched to fuck Jeanette, who loved to be fucked by the obese prince and, irritatingly, masturbated nonstop while they were fucking. This irritated Rohan at first.

When he was released from the dungeon, Rohan writes, and they were all blown away because Jeanette turned out to be the thief of the precious necklace. He made contact with the queen again, but the new chaperones were very difficult to outwit. The Queen and Rohan could only rarely fuck in secret, but Marie‐Antoinette's passion had cooled. Without her as a driving force, he rarely got his turn, the chaperone could be bribed and he had always to fuck firstly the unsightly court lady until she looked away. Rohan wrote many pages about how the love affair gradually died.

Frank refused to accept the diary as it was for a long time. But he recalled a few passages. A forger would hardly have invented Jeanette's addiction or damaged the queen's reputation by describing the lesbian games in such detail. Nor, as Rohan admitted, would a forger write Rohan as a substitute for the Swede. After all, the forgery would be supposed to portray Rohan as a heroic womanizer, not expose him as a loser. His evasion to Jeanette for a sad fuck didn't fit in at all to a hero. No, Frank told himself, the diary was genuine and credible.

Danielle came back from Burgundy, she had lived with her grandparents for almost a year. She was already almost 14 years old, a slim, shy girl who had no idea about sexuality. Her grandmother was strict about this and became a fire‐breathing dragon if Dani so much as dipped a toe in cold water. Frank tested her conscientiously, her level of knowledge was very low. As far as sex was concerned, he had a long, rocky road ahead of him. But that was precisely what appealed to him. He had to have her one day!

They liked each other, that was clear from the start. When he walked beside her, she held his hand confidentially. She snuggled up to him or sat on his lap unselfconsciously. She thought nothing of it when he touched her knees or stroked her inner thighs while she was sitting on his lap. She got used to it and found nothing wrong with him sliding his hand up to her pussy. Frank knew that was the farthest he could go. She smiled when he caressed her pussy and often smiled and said how nice feelings that caressing was giving her, but he stayed away from her slit and clitoris. It was still too early for that.

Dani really had no idea about sex. But she wasn't blind either and certainly not stupid. One day she asked him directly. That he was fucking Mom. He stuck to the truth and she turned pale. "You can only fuck if you were married to each other," she quoted her grandmother. He asked her if she sometimes stole sweets from the pantry, which was also forbidden? She blushed and nodded, but that wasn't fucking. He agreed, but she was doing something that was forbidden. Grandma would agree, he said. "If we're fucking, we're stealing from the pantry." Now she nodded, everyone did something forbidden, sometimes, including herself. Frank asked what else she had done that was forbidden, but she put him off. How fucking really works, could he explain it to her? Frank put the textbook aside. Had she ever seen a cock before? Yes, she said blushing, little boy cocks, in the bathing pond. Good, said Frank, and only limp ones or stiff ones too? She remained red and nodded, both limp and stiff ones. Good, he said, and had she ever looked inside a girl's hole, perhaps while bathing? Yes, she said, with most of them you could only see as far as the hymen, but with the bigger ones it was really deep, they no longer had a hymen. He asked why and she shrugged her shoulders. The hymen tears when a girl fucks for the first time, that's called deflowering. Dani nodded, now she understood. He explained the fucking, he pushed a finger into her cleft up to the hymen. Her eyes widened. "So, if I fuck once, does it really have to tear?" she asked anxiously. "It doesn't hurt much, it's like a prick when a bee stings you, for example." She understood that too. She didn't understand that it was done to get an orgasm, but what was an orgasm? He described the female orgasm to her and saw her eyes widen. Aha! He asked her, and she puzzled over it for a long time. Then she told him that sometimes a girl had rubbed her "down there" after bathing and that she now believed it was an orgasm. She had to describe it to him in detail, then he nodded, they were orgasms. She blushed deeply. No, she had never done it herself, never. And how is it with the boys, she asked, does it have anything to do with squirting? Frank wondered and nodded, if a boy fucks a girl and squirts inside, the girl can get pregnant and have a child. "Ahhh!" Dani exclaimed, "all those pregnant women you see must have fucked, with squirting inside?" Frank nodded, yes, that was right. "So fucking, orgasm, squirting and child?" she asked to be sure. Yes, that's exactly it, "but she doesn't necessarily have to get pregnant if she doesn't want to," he said. "And Mommy, will she have a child with you, dear Frank?" He knew she liked him when she spoke to him like that, it wasn't a fuss. "No, your Mommy doesn't want to have a child with me, I know that for sure." She seemed saddened by his answer, but she changed the subject. She had often seen the boys standing in water up to their loins, rubbing their cocks and grinning as they splashed into the water. She had never told her strict grandmother that she was often allowed to rub the boys' cocks until they splashed into the water. She hadn't felt anything, but the boys really liked it when she rubbed them and made them squirt. Frank laughed, "Grandma would have fainted," he grinned, "but that's so forbidden! She would have spat fire at you, your dear dragon!" he laughed out loud. Dani thought about it. She used to stand under the doorway when her grandmother rubbed herself "down there" every morning. Dani had seen it a thousand times, her grandmother always waited until her grandfather got up, uncovered herself and pulled her nightgown up to her chin. She spread her legs and quickly rubbed herself inmidst her gray pubic hair. Dani had no idea at the time and waited patiently until her grandmother had finished. When she saw the girl standing under the door, she always scolded her terribly for not spying on others! "So you know most of what a girl your age needs to know!" He became serious and they continued learning.

She sat on his lap every morning and had a thousand new and old questions. "I like it when you caresse me down there, dear Frank!" she said and he taught her that 'down there' is called cunt or pussy. "Pussy!" she exclaimed with a laugh, "that sounds sweet!" He smiled and caressed her pussy while she studied. One day he asked her if he could give her an orgasm like the girl at the swimming pond? She turned to him with wide eyes. "Steal candy from the pantry?" she asked with wide eyes, "you want to steal?" He smiled and nodded, "yes, I do!" She thought for a moment. "Wouldn't you rather fuck?" He shook his head. "You're still very young, my Danielle. It has to come from you, you have to feel the desire and tell me, not a moment sooner!" She looked into his eyes for a long time and he said, "close your eyes and feel me give you the orgasm. Okay?" She nodded and closed her eyes. He leaned her head against his chest, felt for her clit and masturbated her. She jerked violently in orgasm and lowered her head to the tabletop. She cried softly and murmured, "That was a very strong orgasm, dear Frank!" She stopped crying and they began to study.

Every morning, Dani sat on his lap and asked him to bring her to orgasm. He masturbated her every morning before studying and one day, after he masturbated her, she said that she had done it herself last night. He praised her and said most girls do it every night, it was good and healthy and the grandmother had been wrong on that point.

A year had passed, Dani turned 15 and she had learned a lot. He met the old Prince of Rohan for the first time, they had tea and the old man said he was very surprised at how much his daughter had learned in a year. "And, Sir Frank Butterill," asked the old gentleman, "she is coming to a certain age, can I ask you to teach her what she should know as a married woman?" Frank felt that the old man's little eyes were looking at him inquiringly. "There's a subject called animal and natural history. We learn about plants and animals and also about humans, of course about all parts of the body. We've talked intensively about all the organs, but I've skipped the genitals and sexuality so far because I thought that was for the mother or father."

The old man shook his head. "I had a talk with my wife yesterday, but she would rather leave it to me or you, the tutor. She couldn't, my wife said with some exasperation." Frank looked straight into Rohan's eyes. "I have no problem with that, your daughter has a good rapport with me and of course I will gladly accept the task."

Rohan nodded thoughtfully. "I've read that you were in China for a few years and I've also found out that with Chinese women, the father has this task." Frank remained very cool. "That's right, Your Grace. In China, it's also the father who deflowers his 13 or 14‐year‐old daughter." He had guessed right, old Rohan started up. "You don't say, Master Butterill! It's very unusual, at least for us on the continent, because giving her in marriage as a virgin is quite important for our kind." The old man closed his eyes briefly. "The peoples of Asia are very foreign to us, you have to realize that. We French, the Dutch and you English, too, have invaded their countries blindfolded and with closed hearts and are literally robbing them, for our trade with them is not fair. We in the chambers of deputies know this, of course, but none of us, not even I, dares to fight with the great trading houses. And we want to spare ourselves the fate of the German Hanseatic League."

They talked for a long time about this and that, and at one point the old man mentioned how beautiful and poised his wife was. Frank started to speak, but the old man rudely interrupted him. "Shh, shh, shh! Not a word of that, young man! Firstly, I've got eyes in my head and I haven't had an unfortunate fall on my head either. And thirdly, my wife told me. That's enough, you and I won't deal with it any further!" That sounded crystal clear, and it was. Old Rohan took up another topic, asking Frank about his book project on China. Frank was happy to tell him about it until teatime was over.

He had long since enlightened Dani sexually, and much more comprehensively than Prince Rohan could ever imagine. The old man would never get around to deflowering her. He said at one point to Dani, who was approaching 16 and had him masturbate her every morning, that he would love to fuck her sometime. She didn't say anything in response, because she was very much in love with Frank and kept dreaming about it.

But it took her weeks before she approached him about it. Her face glowed with excitement, but she remembered that he had said it had to come from her. Frank took a deep breath and hugged her with release. "We're going to fuck, right now!" she whispered in his ear. She nodded decidedly, even though she was very scared. He laid her down on the couch, flipped up her skirt and slowly penetrated her. She squealed briefly as her hymen tore, but she kept kissing him as he fucked her. She orgasmed after a long time and he squirted immediately. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily, and from that day on they fucked every morning before learning. Frank taught her how to use the sidereal calendar when her period started and she stuck to it ironclad.

He taught and fucked her until 19, when the Marquise found her a good match. Frank had to admit to himself that he had grown very fond of the girl and looked forward to fucking her every morning. Of course he enjoyed fucking her mother and the changing maids, because he never knew beforehand which one would be joining him that night. This variety contributed greatly to his eager anticipation of the fucking each time. He was quite jealous when she started fucking the young man.

He had to keep going.

Frank couldn't remember how he had come to the Baroness d'Auteuil, he had been warmly recommended to her. He sat opposite the old, pompous woman and one thing was certain: she was mentally certainly not up to scratch. No, no, she was able to follow the factual part of the conversation, but she kept rambling on, talking about private and sexual matters without the slightest shame, even though she didn't know him. She had taken over the care of her granddaughter, Arielle, aged 13, after her parents had died in prison under the great emperor. The baroness had lost her mind over this, at least partially, as her son had lain in her bed since he was 5.

The baroness had completely lost her mind when her husband died, her son was only 5. She let him sleep with her since her husband's death, the little boy saw her masturbating at night. He also began to masturbate at some point and initially squirted on her big asscheeks for years. She had asked him if he hadn't already seen the fucking and he nodded eagerly. Yes, the younger stableboy fucked one maid after another, he had seen it. And hadn't he seen exactly how they fucked? Oh yes, said the little one, he put his cock in the maid's hole and squirted inside, he said nodding eagerly. And, don't I have a hole like her, she asked inquiringly, and he pointed, yes, yes, here! Then she said, you see, you can squirt in my hole too, can't you? The little boy nodded eagerly and from then on he no longer squirted on her asscheeks, but headed for her hole to squirt. That went well for years, but when he was 10, she told him to stick his cock deeply inside to squirt, really deep. He nodded eagerly and when he felt the squirt coming at masturbating, he stuck his cock deep into her hole, moved his asscheeks quickly from side to side and waited for it to squirt inside. He was 12 and was already making firm fucking movements when he squirted. Now she took care of him and taught him how to fuck her properly. He was young and had to fuck and squirt very often, and she was very proud and filled with deep love for him. He fucked her several times a day until he turned 26 and got married. His wife loved him dearly and accepted that her fat mother‐in‐law would join them in their marriage bed every Sunday morning to let him fuck her hard. When he had cum, she made smiling her husband's cock stiff again so that he could fuck the old woman again and again. She smiled very sweetly when the fucking was over and the old woman masturbated herself violently to orgasm, she herself no longer masturbated after the wedding. And then the Republic's henchmen came and threw the young couple into prison. The baroness lost her mind again when they both died in the dungeon.

The old woman discussed the formalities with him, his accommodation, the granddaughter's education, the payment. She was not poor and could afford to pay him well. She tapped her hand on the couch next to her and told him to sit next to her, that it was about confidential matters. He sat down next to her and she took his hand. She fell with the door in the house. First of all, she had 3 female maids, who he could of course fuck at will, she whispered confidentially. But she also wanted to be fucked on Sunday mornings when the three girls were at church. So how about it, soldier? He closed his eyes, because that was an imposition. But yes, Madame, he said dutifully. She nodded contentedly, so that was settled.

She chatted on, she had been deflowered by one of her three brothers when she was 12 and the other two were standing next to her grinning and rubbing their cocks stiffly. She saw it and shouted, No, no, not all of you! But the brothers fucked her, one after the other, again and again, until all three of them were exhausted by dawn. She had never had so many orgasms in a row, not even during her longest masturbation. In the end she liked it very much and fucked all three brothers every night until she was married. Her husband was rich as Croesus, but he was woefully inept, he couldn't fuck her. He couldn't get an erection, the old woman giggled, only once a month she had to take his stunted cock in her mouth and swallow his few semen drops. But he was a good man, he released her from the obligation of fidelity and she could fuck whoever she wanted in her separate bedroom. She had never slept alone, she giggled, she was actually quite pretty and had more admirers than nights. She loved fucking, the brothers had ignited her sexual lust finely. That's how it was, Sir Frank!

But she actually wanted to talk about something else, she said. Amelie was 13 and would soon be 14. The Baroness wanted Frank to take care of the girl and develop her sexuality. That was important, she said, the poor child had no idea of anything and she should know what to expect in marriage life and not be captured by every dazzler. If a virgin came onto the market and there was even the smallest possibility of a rich inheritance, then the dazzlers would crawl out of their holes. Frank understood her and agreed with her; he too had heard of such swindlers. But should he really deflower the girl? he asked cautiously. Yes, he had understood her correctly, murmured the baroness. That was more important to her than her school education. She had heard how strong he was in the loins and that he was no slouch. That reputation preceded him, she smiled.

Frank was more embarrassed than he had been for a long time. He wanted to make sure that she said it deliberately, that she meant it and wasn't saying it in a daze. But she did mean it, she talked about his special assignment for quite a while. She didn't want to leave Arielle to the coachman or the stable boy, a young aristocratic Englishman with a good reputation as a good fucker was just what she needed. They went down to the first floor, where the baroness introduced him to the staff.

There were only three maids, who also cooked for everyone. They were three sisters in their thirties, pretty, buxom girls from the country. The baroness introduced them to Frank and said that they no longer had only the coachman and the groom to fuck. They should share him without arguing about it. He had a good reputation as a fucker, the baroness repeated, the Marquise de Belfort had told her so herself. The girls smiled and giggled.

Frank remembered who the marquise was. He had only been with her for a short time, perhaps a year. The 38‐year‐old marquise was a widow and came to fuck him every day after dinner. He had fond memories of her, she fucked very gracefully and became passionate as she raced to her orgasm. She never stayed with him but went to the servants' quarters, interviewed the willing girls and sent him one, every night. He was really pleased with her choice, she only sent him young and horny girls, that much was certain. He took her 16‐year‐old daughter Christine's virginity in the first week and they fucked every morning before learning. Christine wasn't particularly pretty and not the brightest mentally, but she loved fucking and learned everything sexual very quickly. She was stupidly pregnant after 10 months and had to be married quickly. It flashed through his mind how often he had to abandon his tents prematurely because the girl he had deflowered was too stupid to follow the calendar and became pregnant. Surprisingly, this didn't damage his reputation at all, on the contrary.

The coachman and the groom were just as they were. "They share the girls like brothers," said the baroness kindly and smiles at the men, "there's never been a fight. I prefer it when the men don't fight over a girl!" A very sensible point of view. Behind her back, the coachman circled his index finger around his temple, saying that the old woman wasn't quite right in the head. "So far, the two of them have taken turns coming to my bed to give me a good fucking on Sunday mornings. Maybe they'll be happy if you take over that task now, Sir Frank!" she said as they walked up the stairs. "Yes, I thought so too," Frank said, "the two fellows surly don't seem to appreciate being allowed to fuck a noble woman!" She stopped and put a hand on his arm. "I see you appreciate it!" Back in her salon, they had a glass of wine and she called for her granddaughter.

"The little one masturbates every night," she murmured, "she's probably been doing it for a long time." Frank nodded and before he could ask anything, Amelie entered. He was immediately enchanted by her childlike, innocent beauty and grace. She had a friendly smile on her face, her figure was slender and she had not the slightest hint of a breast. Her arms and legs were slender and graceful. She sat down next to her grandmother and cuddled up to her, smiling shyly. Frank asked her a few questions to get an idea of her level of knowledge and was surprised at how much she already knew. He was also surprised because she was smart and clever. She said quietly that she mainly wanted to learn astronomy and Frank nodded, that could be done. With math, geometry and algebra, of course. Amelie nodded, that was clear to her. Frank sensed her affection for him.

The baroness now intervened in the conversation. "But you have no idea about sexuality, my child!" and gave the conversation a new twist. Amelie wanted to say something in reply, but the baroness continued, "It's not sexuality when you masturbate! You do masturbate, don't you?" Amelie immediately lowered her eyes and nodded a little unhappily. "Yes, Grandma, every night, you have always seen me doing it many times and didn't forbid it!" The baroness asked her to tell her about it. Amelie haltingly told her that she masturbates every night before going to sleep and falls asleep immediately after her orgasm. No, she replied to her grandmother, she only did it once, she had never done it twice before. And yes, she replied, the orgasm was always very nice and always came very quickly, so she didn't have to rub for long.

"Come on, show Mr. Frank that you're still a virgin," her grandmother ordered and Amelie stood up hesitantly. She stood in front of Frank and hesitantly lifted her skirt. What a beautiful little pussy! She was completely hairless, not even a fuzz. He spread her labia with his fingers and nodded affirmatively, "She's still untouched, Madame!" He examined her clitoris very closely. It reacted immediately to his touch and began to stiffen. He pushed the foreskin back a little. The clitoris was bigger than he had expected and the head was shaped like a male glans. He gently rubbed her clit for several minutes until it was stiff to bursting point. He continued to masturbate the clit of the terrified, wide‐eyed girl, who was terrified as she felt her orgasm approaching. Then he stopped when she gasped suspiciously and her thighs trembled. He didn't want to embarrass the sweet little girl. He had seen everything and dropped her skirt. The baroness giggled like a fool, "my little girl would have orgasmed in an instant, Sir Frank, you could have carried on!" The old woman had seen everything from the side and fantasized in her crazy mind, because of course she could see how Amelie's asscheeks tightened, her legs trembled and preceded the orgasm. Amelie looked at him gratefully because he had understood her and had stopped before her orgasm came violently. Classes start the day after tomorrow, he said and said goodbye, he would get his things straight afterwards and be back for dinner, let the maid get my room ready.

After dinner with the baroness and Amelie, they chatted for another hour. The grandmother elicited from Amelie that she had often watched the neighbor's boy Pierre masturbate and squirt and that he only very rarely let her masturbate him. She found it very exciting to feel the juice shooting through his cock with her fingers and squirting out. Yes, Amelie admitted meekly, they sometimes played the fucking, but he was only allowed to penetrate as far as her hymen and instead of fucking he had to rub himself and squirt on her hymen, he wasn't allowed to penetrate her. After chatting, Frank went to his room, a maid went ahead of him. The room was nicely decorated and the girl just stood there looking at him. Her name was Madeline, 38 years old and she was the oldest of the sisters. He looked at her buxom figure and asked if she would lay with him? She nodded eagerly and blushed. They undressed and lay down in bed. She had a youthful face, friendly and flushed with excitement. The little rolls of flab didn't bother him in the slightest, she had mature and full breasts and her reddish‐light blonde pubic hair was natural and not trimmed.

She fucked without frills and knew how to fuck to reach her orgasm. She clung to him and pressed her lips to his neck so that her orgasmic scream would not be heard. He squirted at the same moment she orgasmed. They lay next to each other breathing heavily and she said she had enjoyed the fucking very much. She was already looking forward to her turn again after her sisters. She went very quietly.

The next evening, another girl escorted him into the room. Her name was Helena, she was 35 and she was there for him tonight. He nodded and liked the fact that the sisters were obviously not very talkative. Her body was very similar to Madeline's, except that she had brown hair instead of light blond and reddish. She was much smoother than her sister and once she reached the plateau she went from orgasm to orgasm. She also went very quietly.

Then it was the youngest's turn, she was even shyer and more reserved than the others. Her name was Nadine, she was only 32 and really shy and bashful. She had reddish‐blonde hair and was the slimmest. She hesitated for a long time to undress and covered her shame with her hand before lying down. He guessed the reason immediately, she had a long clitoris hanging out of her slit. The clit reacted to his touch and stiffened visibly. "You have a very beautiful and large clitoris, Nadine, you can be proud of that!" He noticed that her tension was easing and she was coming out of her shell as he fucked her. She fucked really well, like her sisters, and orgasmed, again and again, until he had to squirt. She went silently.

Amelie came in the morning. He instructed her to sit on his lap and read aloud. His hand slid under her skirt, gently along her inner thighs to her pussy. She didn't even flinch, she had already shown him her pussy on the first day and he had touched and caressed her clit nearly to orgasm. He caressed her clit, very gently and delicately. After half an hour, she leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Please, make me orgasm, please!" He masturbated her and let her orgasm gently.

He took her in one arm like a baby and put one leg on the table, so her pussy was in front of him. He caressed her clit all over again. "Did she tell you she wanted me to make you a woman?" he asked softly and she nodded grimly, "Grandma's talking about nothing else, she wanted to get me the best man for it!" Frank asked her why she was annoyed. "Because Grandma orders me around, and because she doesn't ask me what I want! 'Come on, Amelie, show the Lord your Michette' and I jump obediently and lift my skirt. That's what annoys me."

Frank caressed her clit very slowly. "I don't think like her, Amelie! I can wait until you're ready to give away your virginity. I don't have to do it right now, I have the three maids who love to fuck me at night!" Amelie suddenly smiled. "And Sunday, that's when you have to fuck the grandmother, right?" Frank smiled. "I guess there's no keeping a secret from you, isn't it?" They both laughed. "Tomorrow is Sunday, you have to fuck her!" He caressed her clit for a very long time, but she didn't want to orgasm any more. After a while she sat up and continued reading. He stroked her pussy and clit until the end of the lesson. They kept this up for weeks.

On Sunday morning, he knocked on the baroness's door as the church bells stopped summoning the faithful. He entered the bedroom. The baroness was lying half‐naked on the bed and had put down the newspaper. Her nightgown was unbuttoned all the way down the front, revealing her nude body. She was quite fat and her sagging breasts hung down at her sides. She had one hand on her Michette and a finger on her clitoris when he came in. He saw her thinning gray pubic hair, but her large clit fascinated him; it was stiff and bigger than Nadine's. He stepped closer and dropped his morning robe.

She said she would lick his cock stiff in a moment and she did. She had to suck and lick for a very long time until he was hard. She looked up and asked him if she should keep licking him and if he would rather squirt in her mouth, she wouldn't mind. Frank declined with thanks, he preferred to fuck and would rather squirt in a fuckhole than in a mouth. She nodded understandingly and continued licking his cock for a while longer until his cock was bursting hard. She breathed, "Penetrate carefully, Sir, because I'm old and my vagina is very shrunken and very very tight!" He nodded and penetrated very slowly. It was very tight indeed, even though she had moistened herself beforehand with saliva. He was now fully penetrated and she nodded, "I'm ready, Sir!" she breathed.

He couldn't remember if he'd ever fucked a woman this old. He had fucked some pretty old peasant women in China, but they might not have been as old as her. The old chinese farmer said his wife hadn't fucked for twenty years, but the old woman hissed at her old husband to shut up and think again if he knew it for sure, whom she used to fuck! Frank had to grin then, because the old chinese women were very keen on being fucked by the young man.

Anyway, he fucked slowly and used his strength well organized. He had to fuck her for a really long time, she got going quite well, but she said she never got an orgasm, she'd do it herself later. In the meantime she babbled away, he only listened with half an ear. She told him how her brother had taken her virginity and fucked her, and then the other two brothers also fucked her brutally. She was only shocked the first time they fucked her, after that she had such nice orgasms from the fucking that she started to love it, even though the brothers fucked her brutally every time.

He nodded absent‐mindedly and continued to fuck her thoughtfully. Her tight vagina was very pleasant to fuck, he closed his eyes and forgot how old she really was, 69 as he found out later. He held on to her hips and ass cheeks with both hands and increased the tempo. She fell silent and he could hear from her breathing that she had reached the plateau and was going further and further upwards to orgasm.

He could take no more and squirted inside. She had already started to masturbate as he started squirting and orgasmed very briefly after him. Her face contorted into a horrible, wrinkled grimace as she continued to rub herself in orgasm. Only after a while of extreme physical tension, twitching and writhing as if in pain, did she relax. He straightened up, reluctant to lie down with her. He put on his robe and went to his room.

Amelie was already waiting for him, grinning, "so, how's the grandmother to fuck?" He was dog‐tired and threw himself on the bed. Amelie lay down with him and cuddled him, but she didn't ask any more questions and remained silent. He fell asleep and she looked curiously at his cock, which was sticking out of the open robe. But she didn't touch it and fell asleep on his chest.

The maids returned from church and tiptoed to the baroness's bedroom door. Nadine opened the door a tiny crack and immediately closed it again. "She's already rubbing herself hard, we're too late," she whispered. They crept on to Frank's door and Nadine opened it a tiny crack, all three fairies looked in, then Nadine closed it again. Frank lay sleeping on his back in bed, his cock sticking half stiffly out of his robe. Amelie lay asleep on his chest, her skirt pushed up so that her pussy and bum were visible. The three fairies went down to their quarters and discussed whether Frank had already fucked the girl? They couldn't agree, Madeline could imagine it, Helena and Nadine couldn't. "I'll just ask him tonight," Madeline said, because it was her turn tonight.

Frank and Amelie woke up almost at the same time. He pulled her dress over her head and took off his robe. No, he didn't want to fuck her now, he murmured. She was only allowed to lie naked on top of him, they cuddled and kissed each other with tongues. She felt his cock curiously with her hand and had to stop when it became completely hard. She moaned that his cock was much bigger than that of Pierre, the neighbor boy with whom she played squirting and fucking. It would never go into her little hole. Frank smiled kindly, "that won't be a problem when you're ready!" She put her face on his chest, the naked cuddling and kissing was insanely beautiful and exciting. By "ready" did he mean the warmth and heat inside her Michette?

For another two weeks, Amelie sat on his lap during lessons, let him caress her lovingly and then masturbate her. Only on the Sunday mornings, when he came back from fucking her grandmother, did she wait for him naked in his bed and they cuddled, snuggled and kissed until lunch.

This Sunday was no exception. Amelie was already waiting for him naked in his bed and they kissed and cuddled, rubbing their naked bodies together. She was frightfully jealous, he realized, she was head over heels in love with him. She was annoyed about the grandmother he had to fuck every Sunday. Amelie had often spied when the groom had to come to the old lady and fuck her hard. The groom walked past her, grinning wryly, and she continued to spy on her grandmother, who masturbated nonstop all morning, reaching orgasm with force and great effort. Frank listened quietly, because Amelie was really jealous and didn't leave a good hair on the baroness' head. And the fact that he had one of the maids in bed every night was outrageous too, poor little Amelie!

She suddenly said she wanted to fuck him now. Immediately. Frank smiled and said he had to recover first, fucking the old baroness was taking a lot out of him. "Wait until the afternoon, then we can fuck, okay?" Amelie nodded dejectedly, the heat in her Michette was now bothering her. But they had already talked so much about fucking that she understood. Although she hadn't had a period yet at 15, he had taught her how to use the calendar long ago. She would be careful, she promised.

After lunch, she preceded him to his room and lay naked on his bed. They kissed and cuddled and they were both hot and ready. She licked and sucked his cock and was really ready. He penetrated her pussy forcefully, her hymen tore completely without any problems and she smiled with tears of joy. They fucked for almost an hour, Amelie orgasmed quite easily and beamed at him. "You can squirt inside, Frank, we're safe today." They struggled for breath after fucking and she covered him with a thousand kisses of gratitude.

He stayed for another three years. The baroness still wanted him fucking every Sunday morning, even though she was already over 70 and her vagina had shrunk even further. The three sisters came every night, they enjoyed his fucking, which wasn't as brutal as the coachman's or the stable boy's, both of whom were very rustic at fucking. And Amelie fucked him every morning if the calendar allowed it, otherwise she lay spread‐eagled in his bed and they masturbated each other lovingly. They were beautiful and quiet years.

Frank attended the universities of Paris diligently, he often read in the libraries. His eidetic, photographic memory was a great help. He didn't like to hear it, but he had become a polymath. He had his papers forged in London every 20 or 30 years so that no one could guess his true age. His favorite place to be was with the anatomists who studied the female vulva and the structure of the clitoris. The professors gave lectures, had a girl masturbate naked in the auditorium and explained masturbation and orgasm in great detail. The girls mostly came from mental asylums and were not afraid to masturbate in public and let the professor and students touch them. Grinning, they came to orgasm time and time again. When the professor went out at the end, he shouted "pudenda libera", which roughly meant "cunt free!" and the students surrounded the mentally retarded girl like a pack of wolves and fucked the grinning girl, one after the other. The mentally insane girl screamed with joy when she had an orgasm, she could orgasm maybe 100 times in a row. Most of the girls in the mental institutions masturbated day in, day out. Frank just watched in amusement, he didn't want to take part.

Frank looked back on the century with satisfaction. He had been able to indulge his dark urges unhindered in France, he had deflowered dozens of girls and fucked many, many women, including many from the highest circles. After the turn of the century, he observed the political developments with great unease. Everything was heading towards war in Europe and he thought back and forth about where he could escape the war.

In 1912, he traveled to Sweden.

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