In Sweden

Frank leaned his arms on the railing of the ship to Stockholm and stared at the passing water. Had he considered everything? Amelie would be getting married soon, but she really wanted Frank to have a child. The 19‐year‐old was pregnant when he left. The baroness let him fuck her again so hard that she lost her brains and presented him with a handsome sum for doing such a good job. He had deposited his gold and silver in a large French bank that had good connections with the Swedish banks. He was amazed at how much money he had accumulated over the years, it was a considerable fortune. His book on China sold well, he had to go through the chapters on sexuality in China with the strict lector, but he could leave everything in, but had to have his language moderated. Nevertheless, he managed to get all his sexual reports printed in a fairly unadulterated form. It was precisely these revealing spicy descriptions that made the book a bestseller.

The Swedish language would not be difficult to learn and he would get by well with English at first. He didn't have a job yet, although he had advertised in the major newspapers. He had resigned himself to being called a universal scientist. He had rented a room in a boarding house at the harbor and had rented two rooms to have enough place to study. The recently invented electric light was excellent for reading in the dark season. No, he had thought of everything, his papers were in tip‐top order.

The small guesthouse was nice and friendly, there were only three rooms in total, so he was the only guest most of the time. He had opted for full board and didn't regret it. The landlady bought freshly caught fish and seafood from the fishermen early in the morning, which he liked very much. The landlady's name was Barbara and she was 54 years old. Her husband had left a decade ago to the sea and never returned. She had set up the guesthouse in her house and mostly accommodated sailors.

They sniffed at each other for two days, Barbara didn't make a pass at everyone, but she was clearly interested in him. On the second evening, she came into his room. He was already in bed naked, reading, when she knocked. She sat down on his bed, her hand resting on the blanket over his lap. She talked about her husband, whom she still missed after so many years. She lowered her eyes, usually only her finger remained as her lover. She often gave the men what she had given her husband. Hand jobs, blowjobs and, very rarely, she fucked a sailor too.

Barbara found it difficult to judge him. Was he the type for a handjob or for a blowjob? He shook his head, thanks, not interested. He was 32 years young and needed more. Barbara nodded, understanding after taking a long look under the covers to see his cock. Then she left again, pleased that he liked her cooking. She only came into his room on the 5th evening, she had bathed and perfumed herself, she knocked and came in. She dropped her robe without saying a word and lay down next to him. He looked at her figure. Her face was harsh, her short brown hair was streaked with silver strands. She was very slim and looked athletic, her breasts were very small and so were her teats. Like many women of the time, she had trimmed her gray pubic hair nicely. Her pubic cleft was large, surprisingly large. He put an arm around her shoulder and they talked about sex and sex. She had bought his China book weeks ago and wanted to ask him what one or two passages actually concealed. Above all, she was interested in how Wei and Baihua fucked clit‐on‐clit.

He said he didn't know Baihua's real name, Wei just called her 'Little Flower', Baihua, and that was very appropriate. She was a small, very shy girl and loved to be fucked by Mei. Mei had taken her to fuck him because Baihua was infertile and Mei didn't want to get pregnant. Little Flower let herself be fucked submissively and devoutly all those years, and he loved fucking her because he loved little shy girls more than anything. With these two, he saw two women fucking, clit to clit, for the first time. He lay down next to them to get a good look at the two clits. Mei, like Baihua, only had a small clit, but it became stiff and hard when she was hot. It was usually Mei who fucked Baihua to madness, rarely the other way around. But Baihua's orgasms were really violent and excited him so much that he threw himself into the middle of her orgasm and fucked her from orgasm to orgasm. Mei smiled inscrutably, she loved Frank and was delighted when he could fuck her girlfriend passionately. It was clear that Baihua was no threat to her, because the girl was a lesbian at heart.

Fucking Barbara was just fine. She knew exactly how to get to her orgasm and only sometimes had to masturbate with a finger after fucking. But she didn't hide it, she was very open sexually. She came to fuck him every night until he left after 5 months. He had found a good job with a big industrialist, Wennerström, who resided like a prince in a palace a few miles outside Stockholm. The Wennerströms manufactured weapons, which they sold to the countries of Europe.

Wennerström's wife died shortly after the birth of little Camilla and he continued to live as a widower with his sister Elli. The siblings had been fucking each other since they were very young and made no great secret of it. They were rich and successful, so different rules applied. But what was true for many long‐term married couples also applied to them: they occasionally cheated. Elli was the commercial manager of the empire and she did it very well, but she was not a good mother to Camilla. Camilla had alienated several tutors, the 14‐year‐old was an unruly child, you could say. Elli conducted the introductory talk, she was elegantly dressed and did not openly flirt with the newcomer. Frank nevertheless registered her curiosity and her unmistakable sexual interest in him. She didn't bat an eyelid at how expensive the polymath was. He looked at his large and spacious room and nodded with satisfaction.

Camilla was hell‐bent on dumping him like the others. But the tall, slim girl was very impressed with how confidently Frank handled Elli, her stepmother, it was remarkable. The tall, muscular young Englishman was interesting though, a man that the whole of Paris was talking about. Maybe he wasn't so bad, the new guy? She was amazed at how light‐handedly he explored her knowledge, almost in a conversational tone. Her father was very keen that Camilla should learn something about chemistry. Frank smiled disarmingly as he admitted that he didn't know very much about the matter. But even then it turned out that he knew a lot more about chemistry than Camilla, who had practically grown up with it. She smiled, the man was interesting and outrageously good‐looking. Elli asked if he was related to a certain Butterill, who had written a profound book on China. He confirmed with a smile that he was the same man. Elli remained thoughtfully silent, that was a big surprise.

Camilla crossed her long legs and caught Frank's gaze. She wasn't fully sexually awake yet, but she recognized the situation instinctively. Her short skirt was knee‐length and she rehearsed uncertainly, letting her legs slide apart slightly. Yes, now she was sure. Frank was clearly interested and was staring at her bare hairless pussy. Thoughts swirled in Camilla's head. What did she want, did she really want it? Was he the man she wanted to give her virginity to, the man she wanted to fuck? Elli, annoyed, saw through Camilla's game and opened up a new topic.

Yes, he was staying at Barbara's guesthouse by the harbor. She became even more direct and he admitted it without hesitation. Barbara came to fuck him every night and she really liked to fuck passionately. Elli didn't push the issue any further, she just wanted to get Camilla out of her reverie, and she succeeded. Camilla squeezed her thighs together. Elli wondered about herself. What was so special about this guy that she felt something like jealousy?

A week later, Frank moved to Wennerström's island, into the palace. His lessons began the next morning. Camilla sat opposite him, flashing her naked pussy from time to time. He had her sit on his lap with her back to him and they read the textbook together. She allowed his hand to touch and caress her knees. She also allowed his hand to glide arousingly over her inner thighs. They did this for two days, he was in no hurry.

But Camilla started talking about sex on the very first day. Camilla had no distance, on the contrary, she began to really like her teacher. In the course of the conversations, she told him that she sometimes masturbated, but not very often, maybe once a week. That was all she needed, she said. She always bathed naked on the private beach of the private island. With boys, of course, but she never let them fuck her, they all stuck to that. Of course she had learned how to masturbate cocks, there was nothing wrong with that, all the girls did it. Most of the girls she knew made a terribly romantic fuss about it, but she couldn't, she didn't want to. The boys were friends and buddies, yes, but not to fall in love with! Yes, she masturbated the buddies completely carefree, almost in public, even though there was no one else there but them on the beach. But freeing her friends from the sexual pressure and letting them squirt in the sea or on the sand wasn't sex, was it?

Frank agreed with her, that wasn't sex. Sex, that was fucking. And she had never fucked before, yes, he should just feel her, she still had her hymen. He felt her hymen for confirmation. She actually knew everything about sex, deflowering and fucking itself, theoretically of course. And when she was as big as the bigger girls, she would of course fuck like them too. And when she got her period, she would use contraception with the calendar, all the girls did that here. He would be happy to explain the calendar to her if she wanted, Frank said. Camilla said how nice it was when he caressed her inner thighs and pussy, he could also touch and caress her clit if he wanted to. She knew from masturbating how nice it was playing with the clit. Of course, he immediately caressed her clit and wasn't prepared for her next question.

Had he ever taken a schoolgirl's virginity before? He was taken aback at first, but answered honestly. Yes, of course, if it came up and if the girl wanted it. After all, a close relationship often developed between the two of them, and then it was completely natural and felt right. Were there many? Yes, he said truthfully. Camilla thought in silence for a long time and brought the subject back to fucking in general. It was nonsense, of course, that only married couples fucked, as the pastor included in his sermon on Sunday. After all, she was no longer a baby and she believed what she could see. She herself had seen the French cook sneaking in and out of Frank's room at night. Didn't she?

Camilla's incipient jealousy could not be overlooked. He shrugged his shoulders, he didn't think it was nice to masturbate, he would rather fuck. And there was nothing serious about the little french cook, it was just fucking! Man and woman wanted to fuck, both wanted an orgasm. It was completely natural, that is, because it was nature. Sardines didn't fly through the air and sparrows didn't swim in the sea. Everyone did what nature had assigned to them. The pastor couldn't change that.

Camilla intervened. If a girl did it with another girl, was that also according to nature? Frank recognized the trap even before she had spoken. Most people try out their sexuality when they're young, it's human nature. Boys try out what they like best, fucking the young girl or fucking the old woman or fucking the buddy. So do the girls, fuck the boy or fuck the old man or fuck the best girlfriend. They all find out "theirs". Some people are same‐sex oriented all their lives, the gays and the lesbians. Society condemns both because they don't understand it, because they are minorities and because the evil, the bad is deeply rooted in human nature. There always has to be someone to trample on. "That's how I understand war, because that's the only way it makes any sense," Frank said. Camilla thought silently. "I've never thought of it like that, Frank," Camilla said, "I was so embarrassed all those years because I masturbated with my best girlfriends together as we cuddled and rubbed against each other and French kissed or one masturbated the other. I was always afraid of being or becoming a lesbian, of infecting myself, so to speak. How many horny hours I spent with them, how often I cried into my pillow at night! And then you come along and explain to me how stupid I was, how normal and natural it all is!" Frank saw how upset she was and hugged her. "It's society that's wrong, that condemns the natural and bashes in the skulls of the people next door, dear Camilla!" He told her how worried he was about the next war.

Camilla kept saying how nice she felt the caressing of her clit. "Sometimes, when you caress my clit for a long time, I wish with lust that you could rub me to orgasm, but those are probably very silly and childish thoughts!" That was the starting shot, he now masturbated Camilla at least once every morning and at least once more in the afternoon. She wanted to orgasm, a lot and often! She leaned back on his chest, reached back with one hand and stroked his hair as she silently raced towards orgasm. Afterwards, they studied very intently. The people in the chemistry lab were amazed when the two of them came in hand in hand and carried out their experiments under the critical eyes of the experienced chemists.

In the evening, after fucking, father Wennerström asked his sister if they were fucking? She stood up and put on her silk cape. "I'll find out right now, Uwe!"

Frank came into his room in the evening. It was not the sweet French cook who was waiting naked in his bed. He looked down at the silk fabric lying on the floor, picked it up and folded it carefully over his clothes before climbing into bed naked, as if it was perfectly normal for the mistress to be naked in his bed. She said nothing for a very long time. "I've just fucked Uwe and I wonder if you're fucking Camilla, dear Frank!" He pushed the blanket aside and let his hand glide over her body. "No, Madame, I'm not fucking Camilla, I'm fucking the little French girl from the kitchen." She shivered slightly at his touch. "Look, Madame Elli, your daughter is untouched and virginal, my word of honor!" She nodded, "I will gladly believe you, Master Frank, but I will ask her tomorrow at breakfast. I didn't mean to imply anything, I just wanted an honest answer."

She touched his cock, gripping it. "Can I take it in my mouth before we fuck?" she asked shyly, as she didn't fuck anyone other than her brother very often. He nodded and enjoyed how finely her tongue and lips licked his cock. She sat on his thighs, inserted his cock and rode him. She was very good at it, he had to admit. Just before he squirted, he turned her on her back and fucked her. She came to the plateau and got all hot, and when she realized from his thrusting that he was about to squirt, she quickly masturbated her clit to orgasm. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily, and she told him everything. Well, some of it.

She only had one brother, no sister. Back then, they explored their genitals with childlike curiosity and learned to masturbate each other. When their aunt and uncle spent the night with them, they spied on them and tried fucking the same night. He got married and had a daughter, Camilla. His wife died weeks later and she moved in with him and they raised Camilla as their daughter. They lived like a married couple and that was all there was to it. Frank raised an eyebrow. "And that's it?" She nodded, sometimes he cheated, other times she did. She had a lot of lesbian affairs, Elli said after a long hesitation. She had turned bright red and left quickly. The little French girl had waited sitting on the stair landing until the mistress left his room. This soon became routine, as Elli came every third evening after fucking Uwe to be fucked by Frank. The last to come was the cute little French girl.

Camilla's jealousy had grown even stronger. She said reproachfully, "you're not just fucking the French girl, you're fucking Mom too, you traitor!" she hissed and smiled right back, "no, you're not a traitor, you're a delicious candy that everyone wants to nibble on!" They both laughed and she said, "It's only natural, quite in the nature of things, that they all snack on the candy!"

The next time he masturbated Camilla, instead of reaching into his mop of hair as before, she reached into his waistband and grabbed his cock. "Want to snack too, a little!" she laughed and he still didn't squirt, he needed it that evening because one or two women were lying down with him. They still learned a lot, Camilla turned 15 and was now just as big as Elli and her parents celebrated their clever and studious daughter. Frank didn't have a present for her, but he hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

The next day, she hugged him before studying. "I'm 15 now," she said and he nodded, that was yesterday too. Of course he knew what she was about, but she should say it, speak it. She sat down on the couch, not at the table. "You've already deflowered a few of your students," she said, her cheeks glowing. "Yes," he replied, "quite a few in fact! At least all the ones who were still virgins!" She turned a little pale. "I'm still a virgin too, Frank," she whispered softly and added almost inaudibly, "Please, Frank, please!" He smiled and gave her a kiss. "You like to fuck me, do I understand you correctly?" and Camilla nodded with downcast eyes. "You're the sweetest man I know," she added, "you're the one I want to give my virginity to!" He nodded with teary eyes, hugged and kissed her once more.

Without a word, he laid her on her back and flipped up her skirt. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and Camilla nodded eagerly. He saw her seriousness and nodded too, the pact was made. He penetrated with infinite consideration, yet she cried out softly as her hymen tore. He penetrated to the end and embraced her before he began to fuck. He only fucked her briefly and she had reached her plateau with her clitplay, smiling. He thrust into her quite hard and she orgasmed, very easily and only twitched briefly. She reached down, onto his cock, as he squirted.

They fucked every morning and sometimes after lunch too. It was a physical challenge to fuck Camilla, Elli and, finally, the sweet French girl Marie. Marie had told him that her father had taken her virginity at 13 in the marital bed, next to her terrified mother. He fucked her until she was 22, when she had her first job outside her village. She had learned to love fucking shortly after her deflowering, her father was very sensitive and taught her to take care of her own orgasm. Her mother, who was always completely terrified of being fucked by him, was incapable of reaching orgasm during fucking and started masturbating every time he mounted her. Most of the time she had already had an orgasm for the second time when he squirted. She often continued to masturbate as he fucked Marie, masturbating with her eyes wide open in fear until he and Marie were finished. She had never found out why her mother was always so frightened, both when fucking and when masturbating.

Camilla got her period at 19 and Frank urged her to accompany Elli to all the parties and balls. It was much wiser for her to choose her own husband and not marry someone for tactical or strategic reasons, although that was the custom at the time. But he had brought Camilla up to be very independent and expected her to be. She carefully felt her way forward and fucked the interesting ones as a test. She was very critical when it came to fucking and discussed the night with Frank in the morning. She fucked him more than ever before because she knew he would be leaving soon. He came to her wedding a year later, she really wanted him to. On the wedding night, when the drunken husband had fallen asleep after fucking her, she beckoned him over. He had to fuck her twice really hard and cum deep both times. According to the calendar, it was the best night to get pregnant, she breathed into his ear. "Please, make me a baby, please, please!" she breathed and that was the last thing he heard from her. Nine months later, she had a beautiful son, Frank. He never asked if he was the father.

The Wennerströms had highly recommended him. A 13‐year‐old girl from the extended royal family of the Bernadottes needed a tutor. Elli Wennerström had convinced her friend Cäcilia that Frank, as a famous polymath, was the right man for her daughter, but also for Cäcilia herself. Elli described the sex with him in the highest terms and enthusiastically. Princess Cäcilia received him with great curiosity, but the pomp and formality of the royal household disturbed him so much at first that he wanted to turn back on the spot. But his attachment to the friendly Wennerströms did not permit this rudeness. He raised his salary so brazenly in the hope that he would certainly not be accepted.

The princess, however, was a friendly and winning person. She was 38 and quite wealthy, she didn't bat an eyelid when he mentioned his salary expectations. She was quite pretty and a little chubby, but she had pulled her short skirt up above her knees and let him see her clean‐shaven pussy. No, not casually, not unintentionally. Absolutely not. And she begged his indulgence that only the beautiful, cozy princely room with marble fireplace next to her bedroom was free, but it had its own bathroom.

The chat, with a clear view of her cute, beautiful pussy, revolved around lessons and all the formalities. He said he always dined with the servants to avoid the formal banquets and choose one for the night when flirting. She stiffened briefly and promised not to bore him with banquets. And of course he could choose whoever he wanted from among the beautiful servants, she would be happy to arrange for anyone to do his bidding, the maids were almost serfs, she said maliciously. Frank knew he had stepped into the wrong puddle. The princess leaned forward, offering him a view of her full, flawless breasts. "Elli told me you prefer shaved women," she whispered softly, "I shaved it this morning especially to pique your interest."

She straightened up and Frank knew how wrongly he had approached the matter. "But if you want the hairy maids..." Frank didn't let her finish. "No way, princess, no way!" He looked at her sharply. "His Grace, the Prince?" he asked without finishing the sentence. She smiled like the Sphinx. The Prince was no longer the youngest and very weak on this particular point, she said indifferently, as if they were talking about the weather. He was in parliament all day and it was tiring him out. He was satisfied if she made him happy once a week and he had otherwise given her a free hand, she was 40 years younger than her 78‐year‐old master. She had hoped that Frank would look after and water her little flower with the same care as Elli's, but not just every few days, but much more often, every day maybe? "Elli? What Elli?" but she just smiled.

He was all the more surprised by the next point. Elli had told her how carefully and gently he had taken Camilla's virginity and introduced her to the art of lovemaking. The princess wanted the best for her only child, she should neither give away her virginity in the horse stables or in a hidden barn nor be fucked by the servants. She knew, said the princess, how unfashionable and classist that was, but she would be happy if Jenna did not suffer a worse fate than Camilla. She was placing the happiness of her only daughter in his hands. He looked at her inquiringly. Did she know what she was saying? Was she clear‐headed or foggy from the liqueur she was sipping? He asked, damn it, the first time he had heard such a clear request.

The princess was perfectly clear‐headed and stuck to it, seriously. She told him that at 17, she knew absolutely nothing about sexuality when she married the prince's son. It was an arranged marriage, she came straight from the strictest girls' convent to the wedding. At 17, she had never seen a naked man or a cock, she had never touched herself, nor did she know anything about female masturbation. She had only read a lot of spiritual and philosophical things about marriage and was floating in completely unrealistic, vague clouds.

The young prince was a very clever and sensitive man. He just lay next to her for the first week and explained everything to her truthfully. She was ready after a week, he deflowered her very gently and tenderly and taught her how to fuck. He was a good and patient teacher and after 3 months she got her first orgasm ever, and then every night, because the handsome young dragoon officer was an excellent fucker. Unfortunately, he died in a riding accident in their 4th year and his father, also a widower, married her on the spot.

Frank was good at mental arithmetic, the young prince couldn't be Jenna's father, he muttered. The princess blushed. Yes, he wasn't the father and neither was the prince, he was already weak in the loins by then and could no longer get an erection. She did it to him with her mouth only, he was happy with it and she didn't really care. The prince had already released her from her vow of fidelity before the wedding and since then she has been fucking all the nobles of Europe with great pleasure. And no, she didn't know who Jenna's real father was, it could be the king himself, the king of Norway or any of the the princes in the country.

She kept her promise not to lie down to commoners. She had lain with many nobles from abroad, but she felt that most of them did not even come close to her first husband. She had often regretted her promise, for she knew that many a groom had more to offer than a king or a duke.

Frank nodded. "I heard you, Princess! Jenna will not be left ignorant in the dark as she was at the girls' convent, he was enlightened and modern in his views and will do his best to raise Jenna to be an educated, modern woman as well as Camilla. A great word of honor from an English knight." The princess had teary eyes and hugged him spontaneously. They were handsy. He had already packed in Wennersholm and the princess had been on the phone to Elli for half an hour by which time his luggage had arrived.

He was not disappointed. The tired prince only greeted him briefly and was gone after two minutes. Princess Cecilia whispered to him that she would be there in an hour. He was still reading when Cäcilia came in wearing nothing but a negligee. The thing fluttered to the floor. The princess was much slimmer in person than in her elegant clothes. She clearly had beautiful, full breasts with large dark teats. Her pussy was, as already seen, clean‐shaven and revealed a glimpse of her beautiful sex. Frank, who was lying in bed, put the book aside and took off his shirt. Cäcilia snuggled up to him and took hold of his cock. She knew exactly what to do with her mouth, lips and tongue to get him hard in no time at all. She kissed wonderfully and excitingly, now she set the tone. She wanted to be fucked in different positions, from the front, from behind and also from the side like the very old Chinese women. She did every position until she reached orgasm. She quickly had wonderful orgasms and always had to catch her breath before moving on to the next position. Each time she took care of his erection anew and took the brave fellow into her mouth. She was better with her mouth than almost anyone else before, and he could now well imagine that she could make even the old, loin‐weak prince happy. Cäcilia asked how he preferred to squirt and nodded in agreement when he said from the front, soldier style. He fucked the wonderful woman in his favorite position, increasing his pace as he watched her race to orgasm. She hugged him and held onto him as the orgasm rushed over her and he cummed at the same time. She caressed his face until he had finished cumming and sank down next to her, out of breath. She kissed and stroked his face, "oh, Frank, fucking you is really a pleasure! Better than Elli ever described it!" He took a breath, "And you, Cäcilia, you know how to give orgasms like no other!"

She told him about the extremely sinful nights 14 years ago with the heir to the Norwegian throne, who had since become king. She thought he was Jenna's father, it was very plausible for her because of the date, and about her state of mind during those four nights, where she had one orgasm after another and greedily let him squirt inside as if she was crazy. Frank said that hardly any woman would be able to sense the exact time of her ovulation, that had been scientifically researched. Much more important was her feeling as to whether it was him. Science had no clear answer, but many serious scientists believed that the mother could somehow sense it. She described to him the crazy nights with the broad‐shouldered Norwegian and yes, she believed it was him.

Cäcilia glanced at the wall clock. She quickly put on the negligee and told him she had summoned her best horse from the princely stables because Elli said he loved a maid for dessert. She scurried out and whispered for a minute with the girl, who entered in a coarse nightgown. She stepped up to the bed with a smile and dropped the nightgown. She was slim, athletically built and quite pretty. Her name was Ena, she said with a smile, she had been sold here from Finland and belonged to the mistress. "I'll do anything you want, Sir Frank, we girls saw you when you arrived and all of us, without exception, sighed happily. Secretly we all knew that the Princess Cecilia would not neglect us, she never does."

He let her lie with him and caressed her beautiful body. Only her breasts weren't regal, and her white‐blonde fuzz over her love cleft fascinated him, as did her white‐blonde hair, which fell straight to her shoulders like spaghetti. She had snow‐white, long eyelashes and reddish flashing eyes; she was an albino. She twitched slightly when he ran the palm of his hand over her white‐blonde pubic hair. Her clit suddenly peeked out a little from her slit and twitched with every movement of his hand. "I orgasm like this sometimes too, Sir!" she whispered, "I've always found it strange." She was 24 years old and was allowed to take turns with the other young girls selected by the mistress to fuck only the men the mistress gave her. The less pretty or older girls were allowed to fuck the servants, stable boys or gardeners; the mistress paid very close attention to her instructions in this regard. Violation was punished with immediate dismissal and Ena had never experienced it, they all followed the mistress's instructions.

Ena palmed his cock, "May I put it in my mouth and make it hard, Sir Frank?" and he nodded. The Finnish girl licked and sucked him stiff, then he fucked her from the front. He had asked her how she liked it best and she said, "Just as you like, Sir! I don't have a favorite position, Sir! I don't orgasm while fucking, but if you allow it, I'll masturbate while you squirt!" Frank nodded, that was okay with him. She fucked very gracefully and masturbated long before he squirted. She reached her plateau and her finger gave her several orgasms in quick succession and she only stopped when he had finished squirting. He lay panting next to Ena until his breathing calmed down. He asked her if another girl was coming tomorrow and if the girls would divide it up themselves. She said yes, if he didn't ask for a specific girl, another one would come. And they tell the mistress when they wanted to fuck or not because none of them wanted to get pregnant. She quietly scurried out and he fell asleep.

The next day, Jenna came into his room in the morning, that's where the lessons were being held. She was an athletically built, tall girl who looked more 15 than 13, even though she was turning 14 in two weeks. She sat down on his lap with her back to him without being asked. "Mom said to sit down like this and trust you, you know how it goes." Frank was taken aback, but Cäcilia had surely spoken to Elli or Camilla, that's why. He opened the book on the table and let her read it aloud. She flinched a little when he touched her knees with his hand, but she immediately relaxed again. She read haltingly as his hand slid up her inner thigh. She opened her legs slightly and tried to continue reading. When he touched her pussy, she fell silent and closed her eyes. He asked her what her mother had told her about it. She only answered after a while. "You're going to touch me and I have to let you. You will take my virginity and make me a woman and I will have to let you do that too. You will teach me to fuck like adults and I must let you fuck me as often as you like, Sir Frank!" She fell fearfully silent and he stroked her thighs reassuringly. He turned her around to face him and stroked her bony back reassuringly.

"Now, very slowly, my girl, very slowly and calmly. I'll call you Jenna and you're my student for now. You just call me Frank, no sir, no frippery, I'm your teacher and I want to be your friend. Secondly, I like to touch you, but only if it's okay with you. When we've become very good friends, you can tell me if you want to give me your virginity, and only if you want to. And if you like it, and only then, we can fuck if you like, not a day sooner. I want to know and hear everything from you so that I can get to know you really well and become your friend. Is that all right with you, or is there anything else you want to know?" She shook her head, "No, Frank, I actually want to be your girlfriend too. Maybe we'll do everything exactly as you said." She was already more than just 14, he could see that, she looked at him wisely and trustingly.

He questioned her, kindly and not inquisitively. She nodded, she masturbated every night before going to sleep, it was something she had learned sometime in childhood. She always masturbated to orgasm, which she loved, and fell asleep immediately afterwards. She used to masturbate together with her girlfriends or they would masturbate each other. Then she played more and more with the boys, they hid and she learned how to masturbate him and make the little boys' cock squirt, which she found incredibly great and exciting. A boy with a very small and narrow cock was allowed to fuck her properly for the first time. His cock fitted through the hole in her hymen and he fucked her properly like they had seen the adults do and he squirted inside. Everyone stood around in a circle and watched, she was the first girl to get fucked, that made her queen of the pack. After they swore by oath not to tear her hymen, she let herself be fucked by one after the other. The ones with the bigger cocks were only allowed to fuck up to the hymen and squirt through the hole. She checked every evening with a small mirror that her hymen was not damaged. They did this to this day without an adult suspecting anything.

Frank had listened with amazement and praised her for exploring sexuality so courageously. He probably couldn't teach her anything new, he exaggerated. Jenna fumbled a little. "I spied on you yesterday when Mom came over to fuck you. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it and I couldn't understand your mumbling, honestly! Then when the white‐haired girl slipped into your room, I left and imagined everything as I masturbated to sleep. Do you forgive me, Frank? I won't spy on you anymore, I promise!" Frank smiled and laughed. "It doesn't matter, you're just curious, that's quite normal. And it's true, I fucked your Mom and then the girl from Finland, her name is Ena. But your Mom is much better to fuck, I can tell you that!" She looked at him wide‐eyed. "And — you're not angry with me, Frank?" "But how that," he shouted, "now my little friend, now we have to get on with the reading. — May I rub your clit a little while you read?" She looked at him wide‐eyed. "To orgasm?" she asked uncertainly and he nodded kindly. "Of course, if you like it, then tell me!" She nodded, okay!

She continued reading with her back to him, he felt for her clit and she willingly opened her legs. He masturbated her very lightly and very gently. She stopped reading and laid her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and her thighs began to tremble. "Yes, please! Please keep going, Frank, like my girlfriends used to!" He continued to masturbate her gently until her thighs twitched and trembled involuntarily. She tossed her head back and forth in orgasm and closed her legs. He let her calm down and whispered from behind that it was great and she nodded eagerly. They continued to learn dutifully, she wanted three or four orgasms during the day and so he did it to her all week long. She liked him more and more every day, she had great confidence in him and was smitten with her teacher in no time. At the end of the week she said she wanted to fuck him properly and give him her virginity. He said, let's do it in a few days? She blushed deeply and finally nodded in agreement.

He hugged Jenna in the morning, kissed the hair on her head and whispered in her ear that it was time. She was tall like him and he gently laid her on her back on the couch. She took off her skirt and spread her legs willingly. He gently lay on top of her and penetrated her up to her hymen. They gazed into each other's eyes for a long time and she nodded in invitation and determination. He penetrated very slowly, savoring the moment when her hymen tore. She opened her eyes wide and a few tears of joy ran down her cheeks. "Now I'm a real woman," she breathed, "a real woman!" He fucked her for a very, very long time, she had a violent orgasm and he squirted in the middle of her orgasm. She stroked his head and kept kissing him on the lips. "Thank you, Frank, I'll never forget this beautiful moment!" He nodded wearily. His dark addiction was satisfied, he had deflowered another virgin. It was a special moment for him too.

Jenna really tried hard and studied diligently. They fucked every morning before studying, yet she continued to sit on his lap and let him masturbate her several times a day. She loved to lay her head on his chest and surrender to orgasm with her eyes closed. She never spied anymore, her mother came to fuck him almost every night and had one of her maids come in afterwards. He gradually got to know them all, memorized their names and life stories and their preferences for fucking. It was a nice and quiet time, and he moved on when Jenna turned 19. Princess Cecilia had gotten him the next job and highly recommended him to her friend, telling her over the phone what he was so good at.

Princess Aurelia received him in her bedroom for the first meeting, she had a tactical cold and quickly sent the maid out. The maid went out and brought them tea. He couldn't find a chair and she patted the mattress next to her. He sat down at arm's length and she started the conversation.

She was very closely related to the king and had the sharply cut face of the Bernadottes. Her dark, almost black hair framed her face and fell slightly curled down to her snow‐white shoulders. Her translucent negligee was only loosely folded at the front and he looked at her breasts; they were still full, but not as firm as they had been in her youth, after all she was already 51 years old. His gaze slid lower and she smiled maliciously. "Cousin Cecilia told me you like it best clean‐shaven, Sir Frank," her full alto voice rang out. It was a most interesting introduction to the conversation, but he nodded, "That is true, Your Grace." He looked and she let him look, smiling.

She quickly got down to business now. Her daughter Anna was 16 and still at the girls' convent and would be coming home in two weeks. She was completely inexperienced and naturally untouched, her mother said, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her negligee. Her middle finger ran over her cleft a few times, then she demurely pulled the negligee back into place when she caught his gaze. The princess was not happy about sending her second daughter to the girls' convent, but her husband had demanded it.

Ah, her husband! She shared Cecilia's fate, said the princess, her husband was also already weak in the loins, but he didn't begrudge her an affair and watched over her love life with suspicious eyes. Her last affair more than 14 years ago was ended abruptly by him. It increased his weakness and she could only do him with her mouth once or twice a week. That was enough for him, but she was unsatisfied. "Understandable," Frank said, "that is indeed unsatisfying." The princess smiled and cast her eyes down. "Cecilia said you could help me out, but it couldn't be made public." Frank nodded, he would be young Anna's tutor, but it could certainly be arranged. Aurelia lowered her eyes, "Cecilia had told me how discreet you were, Sir Frank!"

Frank asked what the little lady was to learn. Princess Aurelia looked into his eyes. "Firstly, she should learn German and English well, that's important to me and my husband. The war must end one day and we want her to marry well. And now for the second." Aurelia paused and thought about how to put it. "Cecilia told me that you did not disappoint her, Sir Frank. You taught her daughter Jenna everything she should know as a married woman. I am very reluctant to talk to Anna about all this, I don't know why. But you would already know how to introduce a virgin to the art of love."

Frank interrupted her. "Does Anna have to remain a virgin?" Aurelia gave him a long look. "I don't think that will be possible," she chuckled lightly, "the art of making love doesn't involve miracles." She saw that Frank was thinking. "You were allowed to take Jenna's virginity, weren't you?" she asked. He nodded, "Madame Cecilia specifically asked me to, and Jenna was willing of her own accord. She was unaffected, but not ignorant. She was a bright and curious child who had already experimented a lot." Aurelia shook her head. "Anna hasn't had the opportunity to do that, she's a blank slate in the truest sense of the word. And as for my assignment, I ask you for it, specifically."

Frank leaned back and stared at her cleft for a long time. Somehow he was happy and tense at the same time. He had fucked Cecilia, Jenna and the maids in previous years and knew what to expect each time. Now there was a new woman, a new virgin and a lot of new maids waiting for him. "Did Madame Cecilia tell you that she sent me her prettiest maids?" he asked and she nodded casually. "Yes, she did, and I will do the same if you like." Frank affirmed, it was a good custom, he said.

"Your Grace, may I ask two more questions?" he asked purely rhetorically, as he continued straight away. "How do you yourself feel about masturbating and secondly, how does your daughter feel about it?" She laughed uproariously. "It was one of the nicest things I learned at the damn convent and I do it every night to go to sleep, like most of the girls did there. Since my husband is incapacitated, I do it several times during the day, perhaps to annoy him." The princess surprisingly pushed back her negligee and pressed down the flesh around her clitoris with two fingers so that the little guy stuck out stiffly and cheekily. "Do you want to see it," she asked cooing and placing a finger on her clit. He shook his head and pulled her negligee together. "So, how about Anna?" he asked, looking into her eyes and not at her pussy.

She answered without hesitation. "As a small child, she sometimes stuck pencils or something similar in her pussy, but I forbade her to do it at the time and taught her about her hymen. That worked. Since then, she's kept a very low profile and I really have no idea if she's masturbating yet." She shook her head decisively, "no idea, sorry!" He stood up, it had all been discussed.

She held his hand firmly and made him sit down again. "I don't know, dear Sir, how to put this. My elder daughter Jenny is married and lives in the north wing with her husband. She desperately wants to have a child, but he seems to be firing blanks. At the same time, however, he resolutely refuses to go to the doctor with the problem — out of male pride, I suppose. I would be very grateful if you had any ideas on how to get him to do this. You're a renowned polymath and maybe he'll listen to you, my husband certainly didn't." Frank thought about it. He had never dealt with the problem of infertility either privately or academically. There was certainly a lot of literature on the subject, he would have to read up on it.

He nodded nonetheless. "I will try, madam. I must say, however, that I have not dealt with the problem before and that would be an advantage when I speak to your son‐in‐law. I will at least try." Princess Aurelia smiled and let him go, he would be moving here in 10 days.

He let himself be driven back to Cäcilia. He had many questions, and above all she had to tell him everything she knew about Aurelia's private life and her sexuality. The poorly sprung carriage gave him a good shake and he cursed the new telephone. Of course, a useful invention, but when the ladies gossiped for hours on end and spilled their most secret secrets at length, it was not a blessing, definitely not.

Cäcilia didn't mind telling him all about Aurelia after they had fucked. After all, he would be dealing with her for the next while. But she hardly knew anything he didn't already know. After all, they had both learned to masturbate in the same convent, they had played lesbian games with each other again and again and they described to each other how they had sex with their loin‐weak husbands, which was a big and embarrassing problem for both women.

He arrived at Aurelia's Rävenholm castle on time, he moved into his room and then a maid knocked, followed by the princess. "I know how much you dislike formal banquets, but it has to be today, my husband, my big daughter and her husband want to meet you. I beg your understanding!" Frank said he would be punctual and cheerful. Aurelia gave him a venomous look at first, then smiled and left.

The banquet passed in a very pleasant atmosphere. Both the count, Aurelia's husband, and the son‐in‐law had read his China book and they had a lively discussion until liqueur and cigars were served. The son‐in‐law was particularly interested in the spicy bits and asked more and more questions. The ladies were embarrassingly flushed, which spurred Frank on even more to answer the spicy bits in flowery language. He didn't smoke, but the Swedes knew a thing or two about liqueur. However, he was sensible enough to stop in time. A maid accompanied him to his room.

"Her Grace has sent word," said the maid, "she will be here in less than an hour. What can I do for you?" asked the pretty girl. He already had an idea, but he wanted to save his strength for Aurelia. "Yes, yes, you can do something for me," he said, "come with me into the shower and wash my back." The girl blushed deeply, but she was still in the shower cubicle before him. She was quite pretty, even if her face prevented her from being called beautiful. She soaped and actually washed his back, then grabbed his stiffening cock and pressed it into her fuck hole. He didn't move and shook his head with a regretful smile. "I have to be fit right after," he said, studiously overlooking her pout. "Maybe you'll come later, when Her Grace has gone?" he tempted and she smiled suddenly. "I'd love to, I really would, Sir!" She left with a smile and he went to bed with a book.

Aurelia arrived on time, carrying two small glasses and a bulbous bottle. "What kind of china book," she asked, pouring them a shot, "my husband was more aroused than he'd been for a long time and squirted down my throat like a wild boar!" She downed the spicy booze and poured herself another. "I need another shot to get rid of the taste!" She was a little tipsy and dropped her robe.

Frank said with a smile that his book was harmless and only pubescents would get upset at the spicy bits. Aurelia snuggled up to him and he said he had just had a shower. She nodded and grabbed his cock. "A beauty," Aurelia said and took it in her mouth, "what do you like in particular, Mr. Frank?" He moved his hand aimlessly in the universe. "Anything my cock can do in your pussy, and I like to finish it off in a soldier's manner, if you like." She looked at him questioningly, "Soldier manner?" "Yes," he laughed, "I am on top as the victor and you are the conquered wife of the conquered!" She laughed, "so that's Swedish home cooking!" and they both laughed, the booze making them laugh.

As Cäcilia had said, Aurelia was very, very easy going and orgasmed every few minutes. She fucked very gracefully and very actively, she knew how to orgasm in every position and she just kept on fucking without stopping. But she got tired earlier than him. She'd had enough, she panted, and lay down on her back. He penetrated her and fucked her hard. After the squirting, he was done too. She kept kissing him and breathed how nice it was to fuck properly again. He said with a smile that it had been quite a vigorous exercise and that he hoped they would take it slower in future. Aurelia smiled, "Yes, my dear, I don't want to have sore muscles every morning either. But today was a premiere, a curtain call, and tomorrow is a general performance." Frank laughed, a good comparison. "And the Count, won't he miss you now?" he asked. Aurelia shook her head. "He's fast asleep, I've made sure of that." She stood up and Frank said that he had summoned the maid to show him in afterwards. "Good choice, Sir, good choice!"

Minutes later, the maid knocked and joined him. "Was she good, our mistress?" she wanted to know. He looked at her questioningly. "Our Mistress hasn't fucked in years, just with her finger, and the girls and I were getting worried about her." He reassured her, "The mistress hasn't forgotten how to do it and she fucked very happily!" The maid nodded in satisfaction. "Please be good to her, she's a good mistress like no other!" He promised, before pulling the maid to himself and making her hot with tongue kisses.

She fucked rather unimaginatively and didn't have an orgasm either. But when he started to squirt, she rubbed her clit very quickly and triggered her orgasm. They finished at the same time, gasping for breath. Another one would come tomorrow, she said as she left.

The next morning there was a knock on his door, it was Jenny, Aurelia's older daughter.

She was smaller than Aurelia, but just as pretty. Her face reminded him of a small, friendly mouse. They had had a very good chat last night, she was smart and educated. She was just very sad because she didn't have any children yet. Now she approached him. "We had a good chat yesterday, Sir, and I have now decided to have a child. Yesterday was the first favorable day according to my calendar. I am determined and I ask you for it, Sir Frank."

He slammed his book shut and turned to her. "Does your husband have an erection problem?" he asked and she answered frankly. "No, Sir Frank, it's not that. He fucks me like a world champion every night, I usually orgasm easily when he fucks me. He squirts as well as other men, I've had a few. But I don't get pregnant. That's why I'm asking you to make me a child, I really long for it!" Frank thought for a moment. "Are you going to talk to him about it?" "But no, what are you thinking? He would be furious. No, it must remain our secret."

Jenny had already slipped her dress off and lay naked on his bed. Surprisingly, her pussy was hairless, not even a little fuzz. This made her pussy look childlike and almost virginal, which was very attractive to him, as he loved virginal girls more than anything. He quickly undressed and lay down next to her. She was hot after a few French kisses and stammered, "I fucked a lot of men before marriage, but this is the first time I'm cheating on him. Forgive me, Frank!" He nodded with a smile, "it's only a little I can do for you, but that little shall bloom like a flower!" They fucked wildly, she didn't orgasm and she closed her eyes in devout prayer as he squirted inside. She asked his permission to continue masturbating, she was horny from fucking. Her clitoris was dark red, swollen to bursting point and throbbed demandingly. "Do you want me to do you, Jenny?" he asked, but she shook her head. She masturbated very intimately and withdrew completely into herself. Frank waited and penetrated her when her orgasm was at its peak. She sighed deeply as he penetrated her and held herself on the plateau masturbating, rushing from orgasm to orgasm. He squirted hard again and kept his cock inside her until she had finished masturbating. Then that was enough. She came for 5 days, always at the same time and let herself be fucked. Then she stayed away because Anna came home from the convent.

He stayed alone all day, only in the evening did he go into the large dining room next to the kitchen where the servants were having dinner. He looked around, all the pretty young maids were there. Perhaps 35, he estimated, and he recognized a few faces straight away. There were a few older maids here too, but he hardly noticed them. He sat down between two pretty girls, ate, drank and chatted until he became interested in one of them. She flirted back, but regretted that today was not a good day. A second later the other had bagged him, "it's an auspicious day, Sir Frank," she fluted, "may I?" Frank laughed and slapped her thigh. "If your fine day can be delayed until the mistress has finished with me, then you are welcome to snack on me!" Both girls laughed loudly and heartily and asked if they could both come? Astonished, he nodded, okay!

For once, Aurelia didn't rob him of all his strength that evening. The door had barely closed behind her when the girls scratched at the door. They both lay with him, but he was skeptical. Things had gone very well with Mei and Baihua, but later isolated attempts had been less fortunate, with one always believing she was getting less than the other. So far, he had held back when a threesome was in the offing.

But these two girls liked each other, that was immediately clear. They licked each other's clits to orgasm and took turns laughing happily. He fucked both lickers in turn from behind, holding back the squirting for as long as he could. He pulled his cock out of the one having her dangerous period and then immediately rammed his cock into the other to squirt inside. He wasn't always sure if he was squirting into the right one. They all three laughed when he rammed his cock into the fuck hole along the lips of the licker without her stopping licking. It made him really horny when the licker pressed with her thumbs down the flesh around the clit of the licked one so that the clit came out well.

After hours of fucking and licking, they were all three exhausted and one of them thanked him for pulling his cock out. He said grimly that that was no guarantee, but the girls disagreed, they always did it that way. The one with the dangerous days said meekly that he always squirted inside her. He was very sorry about that, he said contritely, and she should tell him when she got pregnant. They were almost offended when he asked if they were a lesbian couple. There was nothing lesbian about clit licking! But they made up straight away and the girls sneaked out.

The next morning, Anna arrived. The 16‐year‐old looked a lot like her sister Jenny, but she was very shy and very reserved. He checked her knowledge of German, she had already learned it a little. He put the book on the table, but Anna turned the book over and sat down on his lap with her back to him. He immediately thought of Jenna, and not without good reason. When his hand slipped under her skirt and touched her knee, she immediately opened her legs. He immediately turned her around to face him and asked her what her mother had told her to do. He knew instinctively that Cecilia was speaking in her. Anna swallowed and told him everything.

He would touch her while she was learning and she should let it happen. He was going to bring her to orgasm, that was also perfectly okay and she should let it happen. He was going to take her virginity at her mother's request, so it was also fine and if he taught her how to fuck properly, it was also her mother's wish.

Anna looked him straight in the eye. "You want me to trust you, you're not just my teacher, you're a friend. A friend that I should feel free to trust, because you mean me no harm." She looked at him inquiringly. Could she really trust him?

Frank smiled very kindly and said that all this was right and wrong at the same time. He had already explained this to Jenna once, it ran through his head. There were important things missing, without which it made no sense. "We need to get to know each other first and tell each other the important things that go with it. How can we become friends if we don't know anything about each other? This friendly trust has to develop first so that we can respond to each other. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

Anna thought. "When you tell each other the secrets, is that what you mean?" Her question was logical and he recalled that she was already 16. He nodded, "That's right. Ask me something, I'll answer you honestly, even if it's a secret. I want to gain your trust as a friend and I won't lie to you."

Anna looked at him with inscrutable cat eyes. "So that means I ask you a question and you answer honestly?" Frank nodded, "just ask whatever it is." Anna looked him scrutinizingly in the eye. "Yesterday I was sitting on the stair landing in the dark and I saw Mom go into your room." Frank returned her gaze. "She came to fuck me." Anna shook her head decisively. "Mom's not that kind of girl, she doesn't fuck other men, only Dad. I know that." Frank was still looking at her. "Ask her if you don't believe it. She's been fucking me for ten days now, every night when your daddy's asleep. I'm telling you the truth!" Anna's eyes wandered off. "And what happens then?" she asked, unsure now. "Then two of the maids came into my room and we fucked." And again she looked at him scrutinizingly. "Three of them? Fucked? Do you have two cocks, Sir Frank?" He smiled for the first time. "No, my child. The girls took turns licking each other's clits and I fucked one at a time at the same time, all it takes is one cock." Anna looked at him in confusion. "One licked the clitoris of the other? And you only fucked one at a time?" Frank nodded, "That's exactly how it was, their names are Maria and Erika, she's from Lapland. Ask them, they'll confirm it." Anna nodded. "I'll ask, because lying is easy! And then what was it?" Frank was getting impatient. "I was asleep, I was really tired from all the fucking." Anna looked at him triumphantly. "So you didn't notice that I opened the door a crack later?" Frank shook his head, "No!" "And that I looked for a long time because your cock had grown semi‐rigid and kept twitching in the dream?" Frank replied in the negative and she nodded with her cat smile with satisfaction. "I'll take your word for it, because you didn't wake up, Sir Frank."

Frank said she should just say Frank, friends don't talk to each other so formally. And now it was his turn to ask, okay? Anna nodded and leaned forward, she definitely liked this game. "Do you ever touch yourself on the clit?" She flinched and shook her head, far too quickly. He said it only applied if you weren't lying. Anna thought for a long time. "Yes, sometimes, maybe." Frank shook his head again. "It doesn't apply and there's no friendship and trust if you don't tell the truth. I've told you everything truthfully so far." Anna wiggled her butt back and forth, "do I have to say it?" Frank nodded, "Yes!" Anna lowered her eyes. "Yes, since I've been in the convent, thank God it's over." "So, since you were in the convent, have you been rubbing your clit to orgasm?" Frank asked her very directly. But she nodded, "yes, every night like the other girls."

"And you enjoyed masturbating?" She said, not understanding. He said the clit rubbing to orgasm was called masturbating. "I see," she said, "at the Convention we said either clit rubbing or mimouche tickling. But yes, when I do it to myself, the masturbating, that's quite wonderful and I do it every night before I go to sleep. But there were some who were mean. They rubbed the clitoris to orgasm and then didn't stop, they made you jump from orgasm to orgasm until you passed out, really passed out. And when you woke up, the whole gang would be standing around laughing at you." Frank remained silent and didn't correct her. "They soon knew I was quick to faint and they did it again and again." The look on her face revealed how hurt she felt.

"The nuns always talked about it being a bad sin. And if you were caught masturbating, you had to do it in front of everyone, it's very humiliating." He nodded, "I believe you. And did you do it to others too, rubbing each other's clit?" Anna nodded, resistance was futile, Frank seemed to know everything.

"Sometimes you crawled under the covers with someone else and rubbed your clitoris, sometimes you did it to each other." Frank laughed softly. "When you say 'you', are you hiding behind it?" Anna nodded, "Yes," and looked down. "There weren't any boys in the convent, were there?" he continued asking. She nodded freely, that was harmless. "But you were smarter than the nuns, weren't you? You snuck off to a meeting place, you clever girls!" "Jesus, yes!" she gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth.

Frank smiled very disarmingly. "So, tell it, I certainly won't tell the stupid nuns." Anna smiled. "You talk like a friend, Frank. And that's how it was. We sneaked to the bathing pond, we took off our clothes and swam to the big willow, the meeting place, and then back again, got dressed and acted all innocent. The nuns never caught us." Her eyes flashed triumphantly.

"You didn't just swim around like that, you met boys there and played with each other, did you?" Again, Anna couldn't think how he knew that. "Yes, of course, dear Frank." She had a hot feeling in her pussy. "We all grabbed each other and rubbed their cocks until they squirted, it was really funny! But the boys loved to watch when one girl lay down in the shallow water and another licked her clitoris to orgasm, they stood in a circle, looked like sheep in a thunderstorm and all got hard cocks. But I never took part in the licking, I found fucking much more exciting."

Frank looked up and Anna wondered if she had said something wrong. He nodded encouragingly, "Go on!" She just kept talking, she hadn't said anything wrong. "I'm not lying, Frank, I want us to be friends. I always chose the one with the smallest cock and we fucked in shallow water, like adults. I didn't want them to tear my hymen, Mom always warned me about that. If a cock was too big, it wasn't allowed to fuck, only the ones with the little ones. And it was a great feeling when I could feel them squirting deep inside. The older ones said we could do it because I don't have a period yet. Like herself, I probably won't get my period until I'm 20, Mom said."

Frank nodded thoughtfully. "So you're already a real woman," he said, "you've already fucked one!" Anna took it the wrong way as intended. "I'm really not lying, it's all true, and I haven't just fucked once, I've fucked a hundred times!" Frank's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Can I have a look at your hymen?" Anna thought about it for a long time and chewed on her lower lip. Then she gave herself a jolt, leaned far back and spread her legs high in the air. He parted her labia with his fingers. Yes, she still had a hymen, but it was torn at the side. He admired her virgin, childlike pussy and her clitoris, which was slowly erecting and getting hard. He touched her clit and said, "It must be really hot in your pussy?" She looked uncomprehending, "pussy?" Frank explained that the whole thing was called pussy. She nodded and said yes, it gets as hot as in the night before she masturbates.

She sat up. "Can I ask you one more thing, but don't lie!" He smiled, "I'm not lying to you, you know that." Anna took a running start. "My cousin Jenna, you taught her too. Did you do what my mother told me to do with her?" He nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't see any conflict of interest. "Yes," he said, "what do you want to know?" Anna, as if shot from a pistol, "From the beginning, everything!"

"Okay," he said, "at the beginning she sat on my lap like you did earlier. I stroked her clit because I know that's where girls learn much better. She agreed to let me masturbate her when she told me to do it to her. I did that all the time and one day she was ready. So I took her virginity and then fucked her every day until the end of the training. That's all, and it's true!" Anna nodded, because she had spoken to Jenna about it once and he wasn't lying.

"You're becoming a good boyfriend," she said with an expert connoisseur's look, "Jenna described it to me the same way recently. It's good when a friend doesn't lie to you." He grumbled that it was the right thing to do.

"But now to something else. Where did you learn German?" She replied, "In the convent, you could choose between German, English or French. Almost everyone took English, but my dad signed me up for German. There were more German and Austrian princes to marry than English. I cried because I didn't want to marry a prince back then, I didn't want to get married at all, although I understand much better today why Dad made me learn German. But in five years, the nuns didn't teach us as much as they did in English."

"We'll be speaking fluent German in two years, trust me on that!" She nodded and murmured, "I'll be sitting on your lap and learning German and you'll be stroking my clit because I'll learn better then. Right, dear Frank?" He nodded and grumbled back, "just like that, my dear little friend!" She looked down at the floor. "And if it gets hot in my pussy, can I ask you to masturbate me to orgasm?" Frank grumbled, "Only if you want to and say so, otherwise of course not!"

She sat down on his lap and opened the book. It was a retelling of Grimm's fairy tales, but the prankster had embellished the stories with juicy sexual details and daguerreotypes, which were pornographic photographs. He let his hand wander under her skirt to her pussy. She stopped reading and said over her shoulder, "On my clitoris, please!" He obeyed and stroked her clit very gently, it was still a long time until lunch. Anna giggled when she turned the page and saw a smutty scene. After lunch they continued learning, Anna read the text aloud and he corrected her pronunciation relentlessly. She giggled and said that there was no such book in the convent. He laughed too, saying that she could learn to read from a prayer book. She didn't want that, for God's sake!

He stuck to stroking her clit very gently. She faltered more and more as she read and finally leaned her head against his chest. "Please, Frank, I need an orgasm!" He just hummed a sound and masturbated her. "Do you want me to keep going until you pass out?" he asked jokingly, but her thighs were already trembling violently and she gasped, "Another time, Frank, another time, maybe tomorrow? Yes, tomorrow!" He remained silent and soon let her orgasm. Her orgasm was quite strong and tore violently at her abdomen, but it only lasted seconds. She turned around and kissed him on the lips. "Frank, I think we're good friends now!" He nodded and grumbled complacently.

Aurelia came and was curious. He said: “Take it easy, Your Grace! I just met your daughter and realized that you have already instructed the little one all the steps! What happend today!? My pace or none! And I mean that very seriously, Madame Aurelia!” She became sheepish and said, of course, at his pace.

Aurelia no longer fucked as sportily and aggressively as on the first day, she knew that he still needed strength for the maid. She took care of her orgasm, she let him fuck her for as long as he wanted and she didn't demand that he squirt. She looked at the wall clock and left quietly, handing the door handle to the maid. Today it was a very gentle maid from Lapland's turn, she masturbated while fucking from start to finish and let her soft little orgasms wave over her body like gentle waves. She noticed that he was about to squirt and so she grabbed his cock, masturbating him during the squirting in such a pleasant way, that he felt more aroused and horny than he had in a long time. She let him slide gently next to her side and continued masturbating her clit for a long time until she drowned silently in the last waves. She kissed him lightly on the lips and disappeared silently.

He lay awake for a long time. Anna had said something that stuck with him. The first girl to faint while being fucked. They, Field Marshal Tilly's drunken mercenaries, attacked the Premonstratensian monastery like a pack of mad dogs, in whose inner courtyard the nuns who had fled here tried to hide. Catholic or Reformed? Nobody was interested in that anymore, they smelled tender female flesh, which was all that mattered. Franz Herrnthaler charged forward, screaming wildly, his sword blade scraping menacingly across the granite stones of the inner courtyard. One mercenary after the other grabbed a nun and Franz grabbed the first one he came across. He dragged her onto the grass behind a stone pillar; he wanted to be alone with his prey while he fucked. She was very young, maybe 14 or 15 years old, wearing a blue robe that he violently tore over her head. He didn't pay attention to the color of the habit, whether she was a nun or a novice, it didn't matter at all! He suddenly sobered up a bit. She still wore the tightly tied headscarf, the klobuk, otherwise she was completely naked. She only had very small breasts like a pubescent girl, a hairless naked pussy and a cute little slit. He had thrown her on her back and was throwing himself over her. He looked into her light green eyes; he would never forget her again. He discovered something that really bothered him. It was a kind of wart the size of a gooseberry, thickly hairy and pitch black. It hung from her flawless neck by just a tiny thread under her ear. He drew his dagger, cut the thin thread and cursed loudly. The gooseberry fell onto the grass and he pocketed the dagger. She shrieked: “In the name of Jesus Christ, please don’t, I’m a virgin!” and Franz immediately thought of how many virgins he had already deflowered. He knelt in front of her cunt and rubbed his cock to make it hard. She watched him rub himself and laughed with a stupid grin on her face. She started masturbating her clit, quickly getting hot. She laughed her stupid grin as he squirted a single jet onto her stomach. He hold his stiff cock ready. She rubbed faster to come to orgasm. He realized that she was going to orgasm at any moment, her twitching legs thrown high in the air. Her grin twisted her face and with a single jerk of his cock he deflowered her. She screamed Christ's name again as his cock tore her hymen. He fucked the farm girl wildly and uninhibitedly in soldier style and noticed that she had passed out. He paused and waited motionless. After a minute she opened her eyes and immediately started manically rubbing her clit again and he continued fucking her. He increased the pace, now it was time! He felt her finger ride her clit to a powerful orgasm and then looked at her grinning, contorted face as he squirted inside. Unable to hold back any longer, he squirted madly into the unconscious doll he had picked up with both hands in a sexual frenzy. She had fainted again. He immediately calmed down and held her in his arms for minutes. Finally, finally, she opened her eyes with a smile, then immediately rubbed her clit vigorously again, screamed the name of Christ over and over again until she orgasmed violently again, throwing her legs convulsively in the air and screaming hoarsely. "You have violated me!" she shouted and Franz jumped up and ran away with the sword in his hand. The image faded and Frank fell asleep.

The next morning he met Anna in the hallway and she took him by the hand. "Friends for ever!" she breathed and they walked to his door holding hands, walking into the room. "I promised you yesterday, and will you promise me not to be mean and rude?" He didn't know what she was referring to at the moment. She noticed his quizzical confusion. "Masturbate me until I pass out!" she reminded him. "Uh!" he managed to say, "right now?" She nodded, "right now!" He sat down at the table and she sat on his lap. She spread her legs invitingly under the knee‐length, short skirt. "I won't be brutal," he promised and asked why her clit was so stiff and hot!? He heard her chortling, quiet laugh. "I've already prepared a bit for this, dear Frank!"

He masturbated her finely and gently, but very specifically to the first orgasm. "Yes, now!" she cried in orgasm and he continued, something he never did before. Her orgasm came very quickly, again she shouted "Yes, now!" and he continued, faster than before. Her orgasm came just seconds later, now she no longer had the strength to scream. The next orgasm came seconds later, he kept going, her thighs were shaking since the first orgasm and he kept going, to the next orgasm that made her tremble. It didn't take her another minute, she was shaking all over with every orgasm. He noticed that after that orgasm she slumped and her head fell forward. The green eyes from the Magdeburg monastery garden flashed briefly up. He didn't stop, she only twitched briefly in the orgasm, she twitched with the next one and the next. Then she trembled hard and a deep sigh, a sigh from the cellar, escaped from her chest. Now he stopped and held her in his arms for minutes. She woke up with another deep sigh and looked around in confusion. She woke up completely and turned to him with shining eyes. She wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him repeatedly on the mouth. "Oh, Frank, it was so beautiful, more beautiful than ever before! You were so gentle, I barely felt your finger, I felt one orgasm after another. My legs were shaking, I noticed that. And a wonderful, light tiredness after every orgasm and gradually it became wonderfully dark. I must have lost consciousness because later I woke up. Oh, Frank, my best friend! It was wonderful, you were gentle and tender and not brutal and mean!" She hugged and kissed him for a while longer. And she said it should always be that way. He bobbed his head, "once a day is enough!"

She studied and studied while he played gently with her clit. Twice in the afternoon she bowed her head to his chest, he understood her signal and masturbated her to orgasm with gentle determination.

This is how the next few weeks passed. Anna wanted to be masturbated every morning until she fainted, until she let out a deep sigh from the basement, then two or three times to an orgasm during class, depending on how she felt. That evening Aurelia said with proud excitement that she was going to be a grandmother and that Jenny was pregnant! She thanked him; his conversation with her son‐in‐law had had an impact. He wiped it away. "What conversation? Your son‐in‐law may be nice, friendly, jovial and winning, but he is as stupid as straw! He would nod if I said that the moon gets black colour during the new moon. No, I didn't say a single word to him, but with Jenny, extensively." Aurelia's eyes widened as she thought. "Sir, you didn't...?" He said nothing.

Aurelia was having more and more difficulty reaching orgasm while fucking. He lay breathing heavily next to the beautiful woman who was masturbating for a very long time to reach orgasm. But she smiled when he once said how well and carefully she chose the girls. They were all very willing and gave their best for a nice fuck. She said she sometimes wondered why he seemed to have so much fun with her maids.

He had waited long enough. Anna was head over heels in love with him and talked about being fucked by him every day. He smiled and hugged her tightly one morning. "Today we want to fuck, what do you think?" he whispered in her ear. She cried out briefly with joy, immediately took off her dress and lay down on the bed. He admired her hairless pussy, hairless like Jenny. A genetic defect, it flashed through his mind, but immediately afterwards the figure of the deflowered novice in Magdeburg appeared to him. What a beautiful girl she was, the innocent farm girl he had deflowered and fucked. He saw Anna again, her face glowing with anticipation.

He entered slowly and paused when the hymen stretched. Anna closed her eyes and listened within. He felt his cock reach the tear in her hymen. The hymen didn't tear, it just gave way. He penetrated very deeply. "It's not torn," Anna murmured disappointedly. He shrugged his shoulders, "It doesn't have to be that way." They fucked for a very long time, maybe half an hour. He reared up and squirted inside, then sank wearily next to her. "I'm a real woman now, even if it's not torn!?" she breathed. Yes, he said and had her describe again what fucking was like during the time of the convention. She described every detail and he listened with his eyes closed. She had let at least two, sometimes up to five, fuck her every time the big girls licked her clits for so long. The boys fucked her very eagerly and all of them squirted inside. He examined her, her hymen was still there, deeply torn on the side. He shrugged, that was just how it was. The lesson continued, Anna sat on his lap as usual and he stroked her clit gently. She enjoyed it and leaned against his chest when she wanted an orgasm.

They fucked every morning before class. She always reached the plateau with a short masturbation and her first orgasm very quickly, he kept going and going. She continued to orgasm, having one again and again, and one morning she fainted. He continued to fuck the unconscious girl relentlessly and squirted inside. Since then she wanted to pass out every time they fucked, she said it was wonderful. It was fine with him.

Jenny had lost the baby, Aurelia said sadly. That thought made him feel bad, he didn't feel like fucking and sent Aurelia and the girls away too. He slept very restlessly, the novice in Magdeburg laughed at him maliciously and had herself deflowered a hundred times, calling out Christ's name while hard masturbating. Each time he felt her hymen tearing, he would wake up for a second, only to sink back into the dream and deflower her all over again.

He was exhausted in the morning, but he still went to Jenny in the north wing and gave her a long, wordless hug. They sat at the kitchen table and she cried. After a while, she wiped away her tears. "Shall we try again, Frank?" she asked and he immediately said yes. "After two periods, just to be safe," he told her to tell him when she ovulated again. She was reassured and a little more confident when he left. He told Anna that class was canceled today and read all day. In the evening he fucked Aurelia and a sweet, gentle girl. He slept dreamlessly and was back to his old self the next day.

He fucked Anna every morning until she passed out and more, she wanted it that way and he slowly started to like it. A lot of sadism was coming out of him, he knew that, but he didn't care. Her hymen was finally torn and was completely gone weeks later.

He visited Jenny early on 6 days and they fucked right next to her sleeping husband. Maybe he knew it, but he didn't say anything, maybe he just dreamed it, that Jenny let the Sir fuck her twice every morning. They continued to fuck shamelessly when he woke up and Frank fucked Jenny wildly with his morning wood. The husband was drunk every day and it didn't bother him that Frank fucked his wife in their marriage bed. He watched them fucking and rubbed his cock, he waited until Frank had cum and fucked Jenny immediately afterwards. Frank fucked Jenny for a whole month and then another until she finally got pregnant again.

Jenny had given birth to a son and continued to let Frank fuck her in the mornings. Her husband knelt next to them and masturbated, grunting pleasantly. He opened his eyes wide and squirted into Jenny's mouth. She continued licking him until he started masturbating again. He waited patiently until Frank had enough and then fucked Jenny hard and good again. Frank watched as Jenny was fucked by her really steadfast husband. The husband fucked very well, he could fuck Jenny long enough for her to have an orgasm, often two orgasms in a row. Jenny's face lit up as she gradually reached the plateau and screamed at the top of her lungs in orgasm. Her face contorted in orgasm and she calmed down a bit, but her husband stubbornly continued fucking. They continued to do this for years.

She had another cute daughter and she was happy with her motherhood and fucking Frank every morning. Aurelia and Anna, of course, knew that Jenny's children were his, but neither of them made a comment. Only the husband firmly believed in his fatherhood. Jenny had sat down on his lap, cooing, and whispered in his ear, "Of course they're your children, my darling! You're the one who makes me orgasm, but with Frank I always have to end the fucking with a clitoris game. Don't you always love watching me being fucked by Frank and masturbate at the end!?" She kissed him on the cheek and the matter was settled.

The joy with her grandchildren made Aurelia motherly soft. More and more often she abstained fucking and sent him her sweetest maids. Anna studied eagerly and now spoke German fluently; they had already started with English. Aurelia started looking for a new job for Frank.

He had been in Sweden for 20 years, the forgers in London were doing their job well and he was moving from family to family. He was passed down among the nobility, he only took girls as students and deflowered most of them after just 14 days. Not every mother needed him to fuck, maybe half of them did. He could fuck a lot of noble mothers, and by God the Swedes weren't "cool blondes"! They loved fucking just as much as mothers in other countries, many fucked gracefully like the Asians or heatedly like the Italians. He had hardly met anyone who fucked badly, reluctantly or with dislike. However, one thing struck him, female masturbation was considered a vice of older women, the young girls did not masturbate as often as the girls in other countries. And many nobles treated their maids like serfs. They all came from poorer countries such as Scotland, Ireland, Lapland or the East. He had met hundreds and the mistresses ordered them to do Frank's bidding. However, he had his principles and, smiling kindly, sent away everyone who suffered under the high woman's orders. He instead went to the hardhearted Mistress and fucked her, including many against her will, some in front of their grinning husbands. The mistress should feel free to experience what it was like to have to do something you didn't want to do. But most of the noble women pursued him, what he, by God, did not dislike. But everyone made sure that they sent the lovely maids to him with a smile at night. He was very happy with this easy lifestyle in Sweden.

Then, a letter from Paris called him back.

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