Mélanie

I am Mélanie, my husband is Pierre, my daughter Liane. — "Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and selfcontrol," my mother used to say. "And a hell of a lot of masturbating and fucking," she added on that memorable afternoon when she told me abot sex and showed me how passionately she masturbated, and we spent the entire afternoon sitting across from each other masturbating in front of us until we were exhausted.

I learned to masturbate from my mother when I was 5 years old. I had to find out what my mother was actually doing in the afternoons, I crept to the bedroom and opened the door a tiny crack. Mother was lying naked on the bed with her legs spread and rubbing her pussy. I had to look very closely to see what she was doing and how exactly. I saw her big fuckhole and the small, dark red clit she was rubbing like crazy. Every 15 minutes her abdomen would explode and she would take a one‐two minute break, then she started all over again. She masturbated 8 to 10 times every afternoon, finally taking longer and longer until she exploded. I tried it myself at night and after a short while I could masturbate just fine. I became more and more tired and slowed down after the 10th orgasm until I fell asleep. I would say today that my mother and I were obsessively addicted to masturbation and the orgasming. I spied on her until her untimely death.

Of course, at the same time, I discovered that my parents only fucked on Sunday mornings. Father was still asleep and mother was masturbating quietly since morning, I don't know how many times she had done it. Father woke up and went to pee with his bobbing stiff cock. He came back and sat between mother's spread legs. He watched her masturbate and waited patiently for one, two or three orgasms until she nodded smilingly at him. He knelt between her legs and she grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. She laughed and seemed to really like him thrusting hard and brutally into her fuckhole. He fucked her really hard and brutally, she clung to him and I noticed that her whole body was stretching towards him in orgasm. She stroked his neck, now he thrust in once really fast and squirted into the fuck hole, pressing his asscheeks together in this hard effort. She immediately orgasmed and clasped him with a blissful smile. He pulled his cock out several times and thrust into very hard, his asscheeks contracting tightly as he squirted a jet inside. After six or seven squirts in, he was done and she wriggled and shook in her long orgasm until her orgasm had subsided. He then sat back down between her legs. She masturbated again, usually three times in a row, then she nodded smiling to him. They fucked one more time the same way and that was it.

I spied on my mother and my parents every day until my mother died in a stupid traffic accident. I was 11 and a half and cried with dad nonstop for days. I slept in his bed and we clung to each other in misery for weeks. One Sunday morning I woke up to Father rubbing his cock really hard and squirting into the air. I sat up as he did it the second time, it was very horny and interesting to watch. When he was done I took off my nightgown and masturbated, allowing him to watch me. It was my first time masturbating after her death. I did it 8 times, then I snuggled up to him and it was great to feel his naked body and stiff cock. He wanted to squirt again and I lay wide spread in front of him. When he squirted, I carefully bent his cock down with my fingers and let him squirt on my littlegirl's pussy. We did that every Sunday morning for weeks and I masturbated with him at the same time and he squirted broad smiling upon my pussy.

One Sunday morning I was awake before him. He had gotten a very stiff cock in his dreams and I laid on top of him and rubbed his cock with my pussy. He woke up when I had made him squirt with the pussy rubbing. He was completely confused, I was not. I was 11 now and surely old enough to replace him a wife to fuck! I wanted it now, right now! He didn't want it at first, but I rubbed his cock with my pussy again until he was ready. "I want to fuck you like Mommy did," I said defiantly. "But you're too young and still a virgin" he tried to escape. "Then you have to deflower me every Sunday morning," I silly said smartly and he explained the deflowering to me in great detail. I didn't let up, I wanted to be fucked by him every Sunday morning like Mommy, maybe not quite as brutally. I then finally won! I lay on my back and let him penetrate my little pussy. He was very careful and lovely as he deflowered me. I took a deep breath, eureka! From now on he fucked me every Sunday morning two or three times until I was 24 and went to war, but I didn't want to be fucked brutally. I loved being fucked by his big fat cock because I had an endless orgasm every time he brutally cum, just like he did in Mommy's fuck hole. I clung to him the same way Mommy did before me while I orgasmed when he brutally pushed into my fuck hole. I don't know how he did it, but that thrusting triggered an ultralong orgasm that lasted until he stopped thrusting in forcefully and squirted once. I tore open my mouth and clung to him until he stopped and my wriggling and twitching orgasm subsided. He was the only man who did it this way to me.

Every night during the week he stroked his cock before going to sleep, he wanted to fuck only on Sunday mornings. He pulled the foreskin infinitely slowly back over the glans again and again and stopped when it squirted and let the semen ooze out by itself. I had learned to do it after a few days and was allowed to slowly rub his cock every evening and finely rub out the semen. It didn't bother him at all that I masturbated next to him every night until I dropped.

My father's story

One day, we were taking a break from fucking on a Sunday morning, he sat me down on his thighs, leaned my face against his chest, and I held his cock while he narrated. He only faltered briefly whenever I made his cock squirt.

He began: during the week, I little boy slept naked at Mommy's, naked like her. The first time I squirted, Mommy warned me, "not so fast, my darling!" and she showed me how to do it slowly. To squirt, she put my little cock deep in her fuckhole, which was insanely fine! She masturbated me for a few weeks until I was allowed to do it myself. She stroked my inner thighs, my balls, my ass cheeks and my asshole very fine and horny, while I was allowed to rub the foreskin very very slowly. We let my semen two or three times in a row squirt into her fuckhole, then she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. "Good night, my darling!" she whispered and got ready to masturbate. She masturbated for probably hours more, but I fell asleep quite soon. I loved this very much!

Sunday mornings I had to go to bed with my sister when Daddy came home to fuck with Mommy. Only on Sunday morning, when Daddy came home from a week tour to fuck her, I had to lie down in bed with my big sister. My sister masturbated all Sunday morning until the parents were done fucking. She of course let me watch, proudly and hornily grinning, and in time I slowly rubbed my foreskin and squirted on her pussy. When she was 13 — I was 4 years younger — she really wanted to fuck for real, after we had spied a few times on the parents fucking. She explained everything to me exactly and then we did it. I couldn't pierce her hymen at first and she spread her pussy with both hands so wide that her hymen was stretched like a drumhead, then I could finally deflower her and we fucked for real. This went quite well for a few years until one morning Mommy caught us. She remained — naked as always on Sunday morning — thunderstruck in the doorway, I had just penetrated the sister's pussy. She curiously let us finish fucking and only tore me down from the sister when I was about to cum. The first half jet still splashed into my sister's fuck hole. Mom pressed me tightly against herself and my desperate poor cock found its proper entrance, there I squirted the whole rest inside. Mommy took my cock out of her pussy and stroked my cock, annoyed but grinning, and let the heavy drops slap to the floor. My sister pointed her finger and laughed like crazy as my juice slowly dripped out of Mommy's shaved slit. From then on I was no longer allowed to fuck with my sister, although we both liked it and did it anyway secretly.

Now I had to lie at the foot of the bed on Sunday morning and pretend to be asleep, Mommy had said. "The little one sleeps deeply like a sack!" she reassured Daddy. So I was allowed to secretly watch them both fucking. She first masturbated terribly horny to make him really hot. Then she directed his thick cock into her fuckole with a wide devilish grin. They fucked for a long time and very wildly. When he thrust choppily and had to cum, she ripped his cock out of the pussy and let him squirt only on the outside to prevent a pregnancy. It was totally exciting and very very horny. My cock stood upright and Daddy giggled. Mom grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed the foreskin until I squirted in a high arc. They usually fucked two or three times and Mommy let her sleeping boy cum and squirt during their breaks. Usually my sister stood naked in the doorway and waited until they had finished fucking and Mommy had made me cum and squirt after their fucking, the sister mewling defiantly about when there would finally be breakfast?

Mommy liked to masturbate me very much on weekdays because I was too tired, I rarely did it to myself. She usually masturbated me three times in a row, then she masturbated herself for hours. Mommy was one of the best paid dressmakers in town, she sewed during the day and when she got aroused, she would simply flip up her skirt and masturbated hastily. After the orgasm she was refreshed and cheerful and continued sewing, humming a melody. She needed it at least 5 times a day and she didn't care if my sister or I were there. Then my Daddy was killed. We were all crying and mom was wailing how bad it was for us. I lay on top of her, wiggling my hard‐on in the front of her pussy, trying to calm her down. Weeks later she had calmed down enough to understand at how I wanted to replace Daddy. Of course that was not possible, for heaven's sake! But soon she didn't resist anymore and let me fuck her. I tried to fuck just like Daddy and she finally pulled out my cock to cum and squirt. Mostly, however, she was in the middle of her orgasm and then I squirted into until I dropped. I fucked her every night until I got married and your mother tolerated me fucking Mommy once a week with my morning wood until she died. I fucked secretly with my sister who soon became famous as the best whore in school. We stopped never, though, even not after she married a rich dick. We still fucked quite a bit during her first pregnancy and only stopped after she gave birth. That's when I met mom.

Mélanie continued: Until the war Daddy fucked me every Sunday morning two or three times, but he unfortunately died during the war. Pierre agreed that I went to fuck Daddy on Sunday mornings and at the same time I allowed him to go every Sunday morning to fuck his sister's virgin pussy, whom he fucked since she was 11 or 12. During the week I tried to masturbate my father every night if possible and I didn't care that Pierre took the opportunity to fuck his little sister.

Since I fucked with Daddy, I gave the boys hand‐ and blowjobs, hundreds of times. Then I met Pierre, a brewer's son with the most enormous cock I've ever seen. We got married after a few months and Pierre could fuck me wonderfully and bring me to orgasm, even though his cock didn't fit in entire length in my pussy. He noted with amazement that I masturbated every night until I dropped. He watched with great interest and horniness. Then came the war.

Pierre immediately enlisted in the Résistance and I with him. We had many adventures, mostly we had to hide for fucking. We got into situations where I was the only woman in the room. Pierre fucked me unabashedly, I sat half‐naked on his cock with my back to him and let him fuck me with great pleasure. This was the only position where his cock fit entirely in my pussy and I masturbated during being fucked with great devotion and passionately. The buddies came closer, grinning as they watched us and masturbated themselves. I took off my blouse (lingerie and clothes were scarce!), I got orgasm after orgasm and the buddies squirted on my big beautiful breasts, every one after the other. This went on for many weeks.

A year and months later we were back in a hideout, 30 lads and two girls, the lesbian Valerie and me. I was fucking Pierre in the dark room and heard Valerie masturbating loudly next to me. She had several orgasms and so did I, Pierre was in top form. I heard the buddies masturbating all around. It lasted a few days, then Valerie stopped masturbating and masturbated my clit to huge orgasms while I sat fucking on Pierre's cock. I told him the next day, but he didn't believe a single word. Day after day Valerie masturbated me and after that I heard her masturbate endlessly. Pierre let me get off, grabbed Valerie and fucked her through and through. I was hurt and now let 7 or 10 buddies fuck me from behind, every night, because Pierre fucked Valerie.

Valerie was our sniper and she was good at it. I was assigned to her as a scout because two women lugging a heavy package didn't attract attention. When Valerie picked off the Nazis, we'd take off. We masturbated together in hidden corners because the killing had made us both terribly horny.

Once she had to shoot an important Nazi while he was fucking his Nazi assistant girl. We couldn't do that from outside, we snuck into the love nest where the fat Nazi was fucking his huge Valkyrie. She masturbated during the fuck with a totally absent look in her eyes, high with some drugs. We both waited until the Valkyrie's wild orgasm distracted them both. Valerie stepped forward and shot him in the head. Then she held the gun to the Valkyrie's head. Irritated, she followed the gaze of the incessantly masturbating Valkyrie: the dead man's cock began to squirt upon her pussy, squirting and squirting in one go until he was done. We watched the girl masturbate for 20 minutes, as the Valkyrie with the huge clit could not stop masturbating and increased her arousing from orgasm to orgasm. She masturbated with a stupid grin quite violently until she exploded in a very long lasting orgasm and the dead man fell to the floor. Valerie became horny as hell while watching her, after the x‐th orgasm in this hour the Valkyrie looked at us in amazement for the first time and continued masturbating furiously. Outside, it was getting dark. I let her come to orgasm once more, took the gun from Valerie who was trembling with horniness and put the barrel into the Valkyrie's pussy. I pulled the trigger three times and shot her in the head. Then we ran away. In a secluded corner, we masturbated several times in a row, talking only about the dead man's strange squirting, but Valerie said most men cum at the moment of death. We also talked about that Valkyrie, her unability to stop masturbating because high of drugs, and her giant clit.

Once only, things were really dicey. Valerie had taken out four Nazi‐officers at an opposite coffee house table from a basement window. Suddenly we heard 4 German soldiers enter the cellar to requisition wine or cognac. Valerie had only one bullet left in the magazine, there was no time to reload. She fired immediately and I pulled my heavy army pistol out of my pocket. As if in ecstasy, I fired blindly all 9 bullets and then it continued to click blankly until Valerie took the pistol from my hand. "We got them all," she said softly, "you got them all!" We took off running, stopping only when I couldn't go any further. I had killed at least 3 men and my clit was raging so much that I couldn't go a single step further. Valerie also stopped and waited because I masturbated standing in the middle of the road and got the orgasm. She was looking for a hiding place. There was still time and the hiding place was good, we undressed and fucked several times clit‐to‐clit, orgasm after orgasm, for a good hour. Valerie was a true master at it and she fucked me so well with her clit that I flew from orgasm to orgasm! We masturbated wildly, orgasm after orgasm. We were so turned on by the danger that we masturbated like madmen, snuggled up to each other. In the darkness we ran home.

Fucking fell like a plague on our little group. For months we all remained naked, in the endless waiting we had only the sex as entertainment until the end of the war. Valerie usually sat backwards on Pierre's cock facing us and masturbated when she felt like it or she let Pierre fuck her several times a day. Very rarely, when she wasn't sitting on Pierre's cock, one or the other had the courage to fuck her from behind in the doggie position. I loved watching Valerie masturbate, but when she was fucked by Pierre, I felt a sting in my heart.

I now let myself be fucked in the doggy position during the day. It was the most comfortable position, with my head resting on my forearm, my upper body on the floor and my ass spread backwards. I could masturbate well in the doggie position and the cocks excited me the most that way. I had found that all 30 of my buddies fucked me every 24 hours, and these long months of endless fucking were really truly and wonderfully horny. Thank God there was a shower, freezing cold but I could always keep myself clean. Valerie looked at me lovingly while I was fucking with all the buddies and masturbating, she sent me a loving air‐kiss every time I had an orgasm! Pierre was watching jealously and looked really stupid.

At some point the war came to an end. We went home and had become somehow sexual strangers. Pierre dutifully fucked me every morning with his morning wood to a fine orgasm, but afterwards he went to fuck his little sister. He once told me how the little sister let herself be fucked. He had started fucking the great‐grandmother when he was 8. She had dementia since the birth of her daughter and let him fuck her obsessively with his morning wood each morning. Brothers, uncles and cousins came to her and she fucked them all with a silly smiling grin. He went upstairs almost daily and fucked the now 98‐year‐old. She died in the middle of fucking when she was 101, but he continued to fuck her thoughtfully and squirt juicily into the dead woman's pussy. His youngest sister, who was mentally stagnant at age 9, ran her household. The two women watched porn movies all day long and masturbated in competition. The little girl always watched with great interest when he fucked the old woman. She begged and begged for fucking until he deflowered her at age 11 and a half. She was impressed by the Japanese porn stars who whimpered and whined like little kittens when they were fucked. The Little sister copied the Japanese porngirls and always pretended to be afraid of getting fucked, which of course she was not. She howled, cried and whined when his giant cock entered her little virgin pussy and fucked her really hard. She mewed, whined and whimpered like a little kitten when he fucked her and screamed shrilly with a stupid grin on her face when she had an orgasm. It was just a silly, stupid game, but it turned him on insanely. He had to laugh terribly when he told me and played it for me.

I masturbated again like a madwoman before sleeping and cried myself to sleep.

The aged President Charles de Gaulle awarded many Résistance fighters, including Pierre, Valerie and me. I was very moved when the worthy old warrior pinned the Médaille d'Or to my chest. Valerie had brought her daughter with her, she was the spitting image of Pierre. I secretly asked Valerie and she blushingly confirmed it. Then the company commander celebrated us and read out who had killed how many Nazis, a very long list. Valerie the sniper 118, Pierre the scout and secret courier 57, and I as a scout 26. We talked about it only in low whispers, because we didn't really care about the numbers but the lives we took. Most of the other comrades were loud and boastful. Pierre and I said goodbye to Valerie with heartfelt, long French kisses and drove home. We talked openly and honestly about Valerie for the first time. Pierre said that in retrospect he was sorry that he had hurt me when he had fucked Valerie and not me in the last few months. I said that was over and it didn't hurt me anymore and Valerie had gotten her baby, finally. After all, I had fucked day after day with all 30 of my comrades during those months, which I'm sure had also hurt him. We kissed and felt that we forgave each other. In the last hours of the train ride I told Pierre how Valerie introduced me to lesbian lovemaking and how great she could fuck me clit‐to‐clit. Pierre had never seen this before and I promised him I would let him watch one day when I made lesbian love to a woman.

Only days later I brought a young Japanese tourist with me, she was an iron lesbian with a beautifully shaved pussy that smelled wonderful. She first objected to Pierre watching us and said he must not fuck her in any case, she was still a virgin! I fucked her clit‐to‐clit until I was tired from our many orgasms. Pierre had put his head between our thighs and watched our clits in action. He mounted the crying and whining Japanese girl, deflowered her with a firm jerk. She was meowing like a kitten, fainted and he fucked the fainted girl hard and brutally, then squirted her pussy full. He was very satisfied and we both fucked the desolate poor girl for a week.

I went to clean the rectory, at least a paid job. I fell in love at the first moment with the new young Abbé Fabien. He was a brétone, slim and massive at the same time, had a shock of black hair and very bright shining blue eyes. I was determined to get this sweet tidbit in my pussy and plunged into this adventure head first. The first thing I did was to leave off my bra and panties and wear only a light, frivolously short dress in the rectory. But the Abbé noticed nothing of it, I had to bring up heavy artillery. Directly in front of the Abbé, I knelt on all fours ass showing, and diligently scrubbed the clean stone floor. Quite by chance my little dress slipped up over my asscheeks, I presented the holy man frivolously my bare asscheeks, my pussy and the clit, all of which I was very proud. He stared at my jewels for a week, fighting with the devils. Then finally he grabbed me determined and fucked me from behind. I had an orgasm like I hadn't had in a long time.

For four months we fucked like madmen in a row. I had told him I wanted a child from him, because with my Pierre it just did not work. His mouth said there was no way he could do that, but his cock squirted into my pussy a dozen times a day, that was fine. I had confessed everything to Pierre, of course, but he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently or nodded in agreement and went to fuck his little sister's virgin pussy even more often. Fabien could really fuck masterfully and did not save his semen. I had begged him every time to make me a child and he fucked me as often as he could. One day he took me to the church and carefully locked the doors. I had to lie naked on the main altar and he fucked me insanely for two hours, squirting four times in my pussy. I looked up at all the saints of stone, the angels and the saints smiled broadly at me. One of the saints blessed me with a handsign and whispered softly, "Have hope my daughter, let your will be done!" I thanked the saint with my most loving, filthy smile and now, to the astonishment of my Abbé, I screamed so loudly during all my 6 orgasms that it echoed shrilly in the holy hall. A misguided holy man fucked a mad lunatic woman on holy grounds! Here, in this holy night I conceived my child, Liane.

Where happiness lies in the light, the wretched envious is not far. The Abbé was ordered to the bishop. With a petrified expression, the bishop read the anonymous letter. Abbé Fabien blanched. But he was an honest man, he admitted everything. With fiery, amorous words he told of the wonderful love, of the beautiful Mélanie, and of the wonderful carnal pleasures, that the pen trembled in the hand of the protocolist. The bishop abruptly interrupted the Abbé's pornolalia. Whether he has taken leave of his senses, thundered the High Lord! The housekeepers were there to fuck, if it had to be, in God's name! But the confessionals, the faithful, they are taboo! and the Abbé shyly interjected that Mélanie had never confessed to him and was not a believer, but the bishop angrily swept away his argument. He forbade the Abbé to have any contact with Mélanie and immediately transferred him to the smallest village in the Pyrenees. There was an old and ugly housekeeper who was not at all averse to the carnal sins. He smiled for the first time, she had been his own housekeeper for many a year, and .... but the High Lord kept silent as a precaution, this did not have to be in the protocol.

Abbé Fabien returned heartbroken. In three days he had to leave, he said to me. I was still in shock and called Pierre that I would stay away for three days. Fabien and I spent 75 hours in bed, fucking our brains out. We laughed with every orgasm and cried when we had to rest. He left and we talked on the phone for some time. I felt so sorry for him, he had nothing to do in the parish and the old hag forced him into her bed at least 4 times a day. Besides her ugliness she was very very good in fucking and brought him at least a dozen times a day to squirt. Sometimes she fucked him like a wild dragon and sometimes like a gentle kitten. — At least my exlover had no problems getting rid of his semen and I soon forgot about him, the pregnancy took all my time.

I was honestly shocked when Liane confessed to me at 12 that her half‐brother had deflowered her in the summer and that they had screwed like maniacs on the beach day in and day out until the end of the vacations. Liane was immediately sent to a boarding school for girls, where there were no cocks far and wide.

I was incredibly lucky. My childhood sweetheart, Count Armand, needed a new manager, (saying housekeeper was not fine enough for him). Armand was 51 at the time and I was about to turn 50. Although Pierre fucked me wonderfully every morning with his morning wood and then went to his little sister to fuck the virgin's pussy, I had the widowed Count in my sights. No, he had not forgotten that we had sometimes fucked each other at schooltime, but he was still in mourning the countess. Fiddle‐dee‐dee! I quickly brought the count's household up to scratch, went to the hairdresser and lost ten kilos. I shaved my pubic hair and wore neither bra nor panties. Yes, I provoked everyone with my overflowing cleavage and my short little dresses. The look of some good man sucked on my frivolously presented fuckingslit and I did not let go of the good man so easily. This had already worked wonders with the Abbé, why not with my Count? Yes, Pierre was my husband and we loved each other with all our hearts, but sexually we had become somehow strangers. Yes, he fucked me dutifully every morning before I got up. — not to mention my morning masturbation, after Pierre's wonderful fuck. — I had breakfast and went to the Count's castle, Pierre went to his little sister's to fuck the virgin's pussy, as usual, every day. I was very satisfied, I put the Count's household in order and had enough time to devote to Count Armand.

For weeks Armand regarded me with benevolence and let his gaze glide over my admittedly pretty body. I rubbed my teats stiffly before joining him. He loved my big, full breasts and my stiff teats, that was obvious. As often as possible, I sat down so he could see and stare at my nice fuck slit. He patted my body whenever possible and I felt him getting more and more turned on each day. Mourning year? Phaw! I needed exactly one month to get him to fuck me. Pierre knew it, but he was caught with all his senses in the tight virgin pussy of his little sister, and I honestly didn't begrudge him from the bottom of my heart.

Armand, my count, was quite sweet when fucking, but no competition for Pierre's fucking! Armand loved very much when I sat on his chest and masturbated in front of him. It was fine with me, I'd rather have several orgasms while masturbating than none while fucking. Armand really loved me, but I belonged to Pierre, with skin and hair.

Liane was 18 and came home from boarding school. Pierre had a 15 year old to fuck in the brewery in addition to me and his sister. That was too much for him, 5 months later the 15 year old took him to the hospital, heart attack. He recovered well, but lost the brewery to a Danish‐Dutch conglomerate. We lived on my salary and what I could steal from Armand, and it was not little!

Pierre's sister wanted to go easy on him — or she had had enough of him — and we gradually resumed the morning fucking. Pierre confessed that he missed the thrill of the sister's tight, virgin pussy and her fearful virgin's screaming before getting an orgasm, and he was also downhearted because she had found a new, potent stallion. I consulted with Liane and was amazed at how smart and mature she had become. The first thing we did was to have a Venetian mirror installed in the bedroom, so that one could secretly look into the bedroom from the next room. The first step in our strategy.

The second step was delicate. Liane had gained a lot of lesbian experience at boarding school, and we sent Pierre to the next room every morning. Liane made lesbian lovemaking at its best with me, we masturbated each other and fucked clit‐to‐clit with passion and ferocity. When we were done, I called Pierre. He came in with the biggest boner ever and instantly fucked me from behind because from behind his cock fit in and I was having an orgasm. Liane didn't want to disturb us and left after my orgasm to watch us and masturbate in the next room. This was a wonderful new morning fucking procedure and I must admit that Liane could fuck clit‐to‐clit like no other and I happily let her fuck me insanely.

The next step of my ingenious plan was to set Liane up with Armand. I had talked to her and honestly explained my thoughts and intentions. She thought for a few minutes and asked some questions, and in the end she agreed happily to become a countess. She contributed a lot because she had thought quite concretely about her future and wanted to assure herself with me, so to speak, that she got everything she wanted. I suggested to her to use my sneaky feminine‐cunning tactics. Lightweight short dress, no bra and no panties. Showing off the cleavage and the fuckingslit so many times to the count as possible. Liane clapped her hands, she was so excited to grab a rich and very pleasant husband!

Our plan worked, it worked like a charm! Armand got to see so much of Liane's jewels that he almost married her on the spot. I held off for a while to give Armand and Liane time. And yes, after a little over a year, she gave birth to little Luis, Armand was in seventh heaven, and I discovered the truth that was nobody's business.

I saw the little one's huge willy‐boner and knew immediately that he was Pierre's child. I sternly took Liane into prayer until she admitted everything. Since the installation of the Venetian mirror, she fucked Pierre whenever the opportunity presented itself. She knew that he was not her biological father and therefore fucked him without hesitation. Pierre never knew that Liane was not and Luis was his child. This had been going on for a year and a half. I thought quite a bit and weighed the facts. No one was served by a scandal. I admonished Liane not to take Pierre away from me. He was the love of my life and the only one who fucked me really good. Liane promised, and we continued our sloppy relations as before. Armand had his heir and gave Liane a free hand sexually. She took many strong stallions when she found one. I had Pierre passionate again for my morning fuck and made sometimes lesbian love to Liane before the morning fuck and made Armand happy afterwards. Sometimes Liane would watch us from her bedroom and masturbated, as she was very voyeuristic. I often watched Pierre and Liane through the Venetian mirror. They were made for each other. Pierre with his massive, hairy body and enormous cock. The willowy Liane with her large Breton breasts and her full pubic mound, hairless from birth, and the always virginal looking pussy that easily accommodated Pierre's entire cock. I had watched Liane and Armand very often during their first year and Liane never got an orgasm and masturbated tantalizingly and horny afterwards in front of Armand. But with Pierre, she didn't just orgasm once, but orgasmed continuously until he cum.

I have since watched very often through the connecting door when Liane had a stallion to fuck her. She detested cuddling and kissing because she only did that with those she had a relationship with, Pierre and Armand of course. The stallions were there for a different purpose. She lay on the bed smiling like the Goddess Diana and spreading her legs. She had a beautiful little pussy and a freestanding clit that was not covered by a foreskin. She had a nicely rounded mons veneris with a wonderfully smooth skin. She had never had any pubic hair and so her little fuck hole looked like a virginal, childlike one. She drew in her breath sharply when he penetrated and his cock widened her pussy, then rushed him to ever sharper speeds. She had learned to press her clit on his cock and therefore she would orgasm, sometimes delaying it long enough for him to cum and squirt into her orgasming still. In orgasm she clung to him and continued to actively fuck him. I found her way of fucking very nice and horny, and more than once I masturbated when they were done. It didn't bother me at all that the stud was watching me with increasing horniness. It was only good for Liane, who then didn't have to suck his cock for so long to get him fit again. She makes an effort to invite only stalwart, well‐fucking stallions, then she beckons me to her after her fuck, so that I can also be really good and violently fucked through by her stallion. I then usually lie on her Venus mound and let her excite my breasts and teats. These nice situations we have lately more and more often.

So we all have a very exciting and satisfying love life.