The Healer of Lasalle

Maria was an orphan that Doctor Hunziker had taken in, along with her wet nurse, who had breastfed her as a baby. How Carmen had ended up here, in the small duchy of Lasalle north of Aquitaine and Burgundy, was no longer known. Carmen had spent her entire life finding a lover every few weeks who could fuck her from orgasm to orgasm or she would masturbate herself while being fucked. She remained unmarried and never masturbated, except sometimes when fucking. She only fucked when she was goddamn horny, and then she needed it, goddamn, badly! Carmen grunted blasphemously when the doctor pushed little Maria aside, who loved to suck and nibble on her nipples, and wanted to fuck her. Cursing, she spread her legs and labia and rubbed her clit stiffly for a quarter of an hour until she was just about to climax, so that the dear man could fuck her in the middle of her orgasm. He always waited patiently until Carmen continued rubbing her clitoris for minutes after fucking, bringing her to small orgasms, and then he asked if it hadn't been really nice? Carmen cast her eyes down demurely, "Yes, but it's totally unchristian!" It was only two or three times a week, but Carmen complained that it was a burden for women to orgasm several times a week, no matter how old they were.

Maria was a bright and curious child, of course she didn't want to miss a single detail of the fucking. Carmen, who slept in her clothes, lifted up her skirt, but the doctor sometimes stripped her naked. Carmen was embarrassed because her breasts, which had once been so valuable, now hung down like flabby melons, but the doctor liked them. Carmen cursed because she hated that Maria and the doctor watched her masturbating her clit until she was close to orgasm, just to be fucked then, but the doctor wanted it that way. It took Maria a long time to find out exactly where the doctor stuck his cock in the dense jungle between Carmen's thighs, but she did find out.

Deep in the jungle was a dark, black hole, and Papa's cock, as Maria called the doctor, stamped and thrusted Carmen into this hole. Carmen was so excited by this that she rotated a finger in the treetops of the jungle and then pushed very hard against Papa's cock. According to the doctor that was Carmen's orgasming. Now he squirted inside, he had explained this to Maria, because she couldn't see it. "You do that," he explained, "to make little babies, but Carmen is much too old for that, she'll soon be 50." Maria understood Papa's explanations straight away, he could explain everything very well.

Maria was 11 when she was allowed to accompany Papa to a birth for the first time. That was the day Maria decided to become a doctor like Papa. He nodded in agreement, being a doctor was good. From then on she accompanied Papa to all his missions, she paid close attention to what he did. So she soon understood why they were not rich, even though Papa got a lot of money from the better people. But he had no interest in becoming rich, a hot meal once a day was enough, he said cheerfully. He spent all the money on medicines and remedies, which he gave out free of charge to the poor. And the poor were sick much more often than the rich. The older Maria got, the more she understood that Papa was a good person and a benefactor.

He fucked Carmen less and less, the old woman became very strange. He masturbated two or three times a week and Maria's eyes widened when he ejaculated in the air. He had explained everything to her, that men had to ejaculate, some more often, others less often. Maria touched and examined his cock at all stages, he let her take it in her hand and rub it with her fist. She was very proud of herself when she made him ejaculate for the first time. She felt how happy it made him, how much he relaxed and dozed for a few minutes. Carmen cursed him venomously, that he was corrupting the child, but Maria protested vehemently, she was no longer a child!

Maria snuggled up to him naked, she loved Papa very much. He had shown her how to masturbate and she loved doing it very much. Carmen crossed herself three times, he was corrupting the girl, the poor child! Papa laughed, he was corrupting nothing and no one! Maria's breasts slowly developed, her hips became more and more womanly. She asked Papa if he didn't want to fuck her instead of the rebellious Carmen? He had nothing against it, he had explained to her many times about deflowering and fucking. He had also impressed upon her not to squander her virginity on an unworthy man, but only to fuck someone she loved with all her heart. "But I only love you, Papa," she always replied, "I love you with all my heart!" And so it came to pass that Maria let her Papa deflower her and fuck her.

Carmen moaned that he was now completely corrupting her, but Papa and Maria just laughed. Nothing and nobody was being corrupted! Carmen tore off her clothes and threw herself at the little girl. "You must not corrupt her, not deflower her, sir!" she cried out. He smiled faintly, "nobody is being corrupted here, foolish woman!" he said and pushed her aside. She began to masturbate, "Fuck me, sir, fuck me and not the poor child!" she cried, masturbating violently. He and Maria waited, smiling, Carmen could no longer stop and twitching and writhing she came to orgasm, then she crossed herself three times. She looked exhausted and sad at Maria, who was rubbing the doctor's cock until it was stiff. Maria smiled and put the cock in her vaginal vestibule. Carmen threw herself at the girl with tears in her eyes. "You dishonor her if you take her virginity, she loses value!" she cried out desperately. The doctor laughed at her. "As if she were a cow that was losing value?!" he said with contempt. "She wants to become a woman, that's all that matters!" Carmen reluctantly backed away. He pushed his cock forward very carefully. "It's tight, Daddy!" whispered Maria, "it's tight!" He continued to press and the hymen tore. Maria opened her eyes wide as he penetrated her deeply. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asked worriedly, but she shook her head. "I'm a real woman now!" whispered the 13‐year‐old. He nodded. "Should I fuck you now or should we wait until tomorrow?" She nodded eagerly, "you can fuck me, Daddy, I want it now!" The doctor began to fuck her, slowly and deliberately. "When the excitement gets high, you can help with your finger," he said. She nodded and sure enough, when he started to squirt, she touched her clit and triggered her orgasm. Carmen whimpered and covered her face. He held Maria tightly and kissed her deeply. "Now you are a real woman, little Maria!" he whispered, "that's nice!"

Maria and Papa fucked as often as he could. They paid no attention to Carmen's moaning, who scolded him loudly every time he fucked the young girl. He was completely corrupting the poor child, she moaned, because fucking children was a terrible sin!

Carmen really became strange. For religious reasons, she did not masturbate, never. But every few weeks she tormented the doctor, "I have to fuck, doctor, it's really tormenting me again!" The doctor nodded, he understood that very well. He fucked Carmen very slowly, because she masturbated wildly while he was fucking her. "Thank God!" Carmen cried out with every orgasm she could achieve with her finger. "Keep fucking me, doctor, fuck me!" she cried out shortly afterwards and he continued to fuck her very slowly. She had four or five orgasms in a row and when she was exhausted she moaned "I can't do it anymore, doctor, I really can't do it anymore!" He nodded and squirted, then Carmen lay down on her side and dozed. She had masturbated often enough for the next few weeks, that was enough for her and her religion. Maria was surprised, but she shrugged her shoulders. To each his own, murmured the doctor, grinning.

The new closeness spurred Maria even more on learning to be a doctor. She had to know herbs, plants and roots well and what illnesses they helped with. She learned how to splint fractures, sew and bandage open wounds, make ointments and manage births. A bitter war broke out between Catholics and Protestants, and at that time no one suspected that the war would last 30 years. The doctor and Maria were quartered in the castle of Lasalle and did their thing. They sewed up the most horrific wounds, amputated arms and legs and healed the wounded. The Duke of Lasalle led his men into the skirmishes, he fought like a berserker and drove the Protestants back to the pagan German Lands. The Duke fought just like his men, but he didn't get a single scratch — that was God's will.

Maria, who had never fucked anyone other than her father, noticed that she had become pregnant. She wanted to tell him, but they had their hands full. She and the doctor accompanied the troops down to the castle grounds and set up a field hospital. They cared for everyone, French and German, Catholic and Protestant. Man is man, said Papa, wiping the sweat from his brow. Then the Germans attacked, a black cloud of horsemen swept over the camp of the Catholic French and slaughtered everybody. They did not stop at the hospital, patients and nurses fell under the merciless sword blows. Maria called out to her father that she was carrying his child under her heart, he stood up and looked at her in joyful surprise. At that moment a rider thundered towards him, the spear aimed at Papa's back. Maria screamed and just saw the spear pierce her father's back and chest and protrude about 20 centimeters from his chest; he fell lifeless onto the pile of corpses. Maria was knocked down by a horse and lay among the corpses, looking into her father's dead eyes. The warriors thought she was dead and left her lying there.

Like a thunderstorm, 30 riders burst out of the castle of Lasalle, they chased the Germans away, roaring and screaming, and cut free the old duke, whose sword had been knocked out of his hand and who could only defend himself against the Germans with his gloved fists. The riders stopped when the Germans ran away headlong. The old duke looked for his sword and was proud of the young man who had led the riders out of the castle with his flowing blond hair. It was his son Raymond who made his father proud. Raymond was the last to ride back to the castle. He saw a movement, it was Maria, who gave a sign of life. The youth dismounted and lifted the blood‐stained Maria onto the horse.

Maria stood naked in a small tub, two maids washed the blood off her and cleaned her. Raymond stood still for a moment, the sight of this beautiful naked girl struck him right in the heart. He knew at that very moment that she must be his wife. Their eyes met, like stars in the sky drifting towards each other. Maria covered her breasts with her hand and turned away. What a beautiful youth! Wrapped in white linen, she saw him again, him, the young Duke Raymond. She asked him to save her dead father from the relentless beaks of the ravens and to bury him in a Christian manner. She stood weeping in front of the grave of her father, her lover and the father of her child. Raymond put his arm comfortingly over her shoulder. She had written on a small tablet. "Doctor Jörg Hunzicker, born 49 years ago in the canton of Basel. He was a doctor, a benefactor and a good husband."

The old duke had the sword knocked out of his fist, his son had saved him. He resigned, leaving the reign to Duke Raymond, who gladly accepted. With Maria by his hand, he went before his father and asked for permission to marry the healer. The old duke was too tired to argue against it, to babble about marrying a noblewoman of his own rank. He saw the happiness in his son's eyes and agreed. And so Maria became the Duchess of Lasalle.

Raymond was the second man she had ever fucked. He was young and impetuous, and in the first few months he never missed an opportunity to fuck Maria. She had long considered telling him the truth, but there were too many arguments against it. The child was from Papa, her stepfather, and she did not want to jeopardize her status as duchess, also for the sake of her child. So 9 months later she gave birth to Gilbert, the little prince. Gil had the blond curls and deep blue eyes of Raymond, the proud father. Maria decided to take the secret to the grave. Raymond was a good father, a capable duke and a fiery, good husband. The world was in order and did not need a dark spot.

In the weeks before and after the birth, Raymond spared his wife, he ordered another maid to come to his marital bed every night. He only looked into his wife's eyes and fucked the maid to her heart's content. The maids already knew his cock, he had fucked them all since he was 12, every goddamn day. They willingly let themselves be fucked by the fiery lover, that much was certain. Maria grinned and smiled, what a wonderful man Raymond was!

But when the Fates rub their bony fingers, it is clear that they wanted to break another thread of life. They let Raymond have ten, eleven beautiful years of marriage, then they broke the thread of his life. One afternoon a sad procession came to the castle of Lasalle. Twenty torn chickens, which had been sent out that morning as proud falcons, brought the dead Raymond and ten of his knights on a bier. They had fallen into a cowardly ambush. But what ambush is not cowardly?

Maria washed the dead duke, dressed him in new clothes and buried him. Young Gil was only 11, too young to rule. Raymond's father defiantly wiped the tears from his cheeks and took his old place as Prince Regent. After the appropriate period of mourning had passed, he came to Maria's bed. Once a week the old man fucked the beautiful young widow, partly to comfort her and partly to prevent the Duchess from choosing a new husband. Gilbert knew that he must not disturb the Duchess and the old Duke on Sunday mornings, because at that time they fucked before going to church.

Maria didn't waste a second thinking about getting a new husband. She fucked the old man once a week before going to church, he was as caring and thoughtful as a father could be. It didn't bother Maria that age had already taken away much of the Duke's loins strength, she helped herself to orgasm with a finger and let the good old man squirt generously. Her finger was and remained her faithful lover, every morning until breakfast she let this confidant bring her to orgasm. Before the beautiful orgasms she let the film with the fiery Raymond run through her mind and only then opened her eyes.

Gil stood naked in the doorway, holding his stiff cock between his fingers, which bore witness to the fact that he had seen her masturbating. He stood there undecided. Maria patted the sheet next to her, "come on, my little one!" and Gil lay down next to her. He had escaped, he said, old Liesl was sleeping with her legs apart on her chair. Yes, he had lifted Liesl's skirt several times before, but it was an unappetizing sight, that thick bush and Liesl stank very badly. Maria smiled, Gil was so honest and straightforward. She answered his questions about her masturbation just as honestly and straightforwardly. Her orgasm was very nice, he wanted to have that org..., that orga... that orgasm too! Maria smiled and nodded, he had to kneel over her stomach. He could close his eyes, there would be very nice feelings and finally the orgasm, she said with a smile. She masturbated him and he sighed deeply when he had an orgasm. She looked at the single drop of semen that dripped from his glans and left a long thread behind. He was now allowed to lie down next to her every day after her orgasm and she masturbated him, what pleasure!

Gil noticed how good it felt to her when he kneaded her breasts while she masturbated. He lay on her breasts like a baby and licked and sucked on her nipples. Maria moaned with pleasure and let him bite her nipples very lightly when she climaxed. She had asked him to come when she started masturbating and knead her breasts. Maybe he could put her nipples in his mouth and suck on them like a baby, that was really nice when masturbating! Gil obeyed, of course, he came to her when she started to masturbate and licked and sucked on her breasts like a baby. When she climaxed, he bit her nipples very lightly and gently, so that she moaned with pleasure and writhed like a trout in a trap.

He stayed lying there and spread his legs. He continued to lick her breasts and nipples, while at first she only stimulated and caressed his inner thighs and balls. He opened his thighs and legs wide and stretched his cock towards her. She took her time, for many days she only touched his cock as if by chance. It took weeks before she grabbed his cock and days more before she rubbed his cock with her fist. For months, at most a single drop came out of his glans. It was very slow until he started to ejaculate. Sometimes he ejaculated in thick jets, then again he didn't ejaculate for a long time or only ejaculated sporadically.

It was not until many months later that he could ejaculate, really ejaculate. Maria asked if he knew what fucking was? Gil nodded, he had it seen over and over again, Henriette and Jean, the stable boy. "Then tell me," said Maria. He told.

As always, he had climbed around the rafters of the stable unseen. Jean stood with Henriette under the door and they flirted, they kissed and one day they lay down on the straw bales. Henriette was a pretty young thing from the kitchen, she was two heads shorter than the enormous Jean, she was slim and light as a butterfly. At first she just played with Jean's big, huge cock and let him squirt into the straw. "It's definitely not going in," said Henriette doubtfully, but then it went in anyway, Gil told Maria with shining eyes. At first he hadn't been able to see it clearly, just Jean's big naked ass. But when he lay on his back and she swung herself over him, he could clearly see his cock penetrating her hole through under her little ass. She let her ass dance merrily, said Gil, then she lay on her back and he could only see Jean's big ass stomping again. Then Jean stopped and Henriette cursed loudly, "you've squirted inside again, grumpy bear!" She always called him a grumpy bear. And he squirted inside every day, even though she scolded him in a friendly way, scratched the back of his head and said that he would have to marry her if he kept squirting inside! The grumpy bear just grumbled that we would see about that, and that said it all for him.

Maria smiled faintly, Gil had told her very vividly and in detail. She asked him if he didn't want to fuck? Gil thought for a moment, he had just squirted on Maria's breasts before telling her about the fucking in the stable. "No," he said, "maybe tomorrow, Madame?" Maria nodded and smiled, firstly because he could control his greed and secondly because he had not forgotten the courtly customs. In a few years he would be the new duke, and both looked good on him.

On Sundays Maria belonged to the old duke, on the other days she let Gil fuck her. Maria enjoyed both, although they were very different stories. Gil learned to fuck excellently and he always waited until she had triggered her orgasm with her finger. She enjoyed fucking Gil because the boy soon fucked as well as his father. She had to slow him down a little because he wanted to ejaculate far too often and she had heard from the doctor that many a young man had ruined his health by doing so. But she blossomed and no one would have believed her that she was almost 34 years old.

The old duke sent out his small troop under the leadership of his youngest nephew; the boy was the perfect knight and leader. The anger of the Reformed, the nasty Germans, grew from year to year; they fought their just battle against the Papists. Four years after Raymond's death, they overran the small troop, killed the nephew and attacked the castle. Maria had hidden behind a window; she saw the old duke fall to his death from the tower and the marauding Germans moved noisily from room to room.

Maria beat the two who had broken into her room to the ground with the fireplace poker, but that was no victory. Now the whole troop came into her room. She did not resist as the victors raped her one after the other. However, she saw Gil being led away in chains by a troop. An hour later, the whole troop left. Maria searched for Gil or his body. The maids reported that Gil and eight other boys had been kidnapped alive. She was desperate. Uncle Louis took over the regency until Gil returned as the rightful duke. Louis sent messengers to the Reformed Army, but they could not get any information either; the nine youths had been transferred to the army of the Bishop of Aachen.

Maria put on a simple, sturdy traveling dress and shouldered her doctor's bag. She went to Louis and asked for leave from court, she was going to the land of the Reformed Army to look for her son. Regent Louis tried to hold her back, but in vain. So he ordered that two of his knights, old Hillebrand and young Will, should accompany the Duchess. Only then did he let her go.

Hillebrand and Will were good people. They avoided most dangers, and only rarely did a small skirmish occur. The two knights kept a proper distance from the Duchess, and neither tried to fuck her. Maria pressed herself naked against Hillebrand at night to keep warm. But he maintained decency, without a doubt, and masturbated quietly, pressing her naked body and pussy against him. She just wanted to warm herself, not seduce the poor man, so she gave him willingly a handjob. They had picked up the trail of the young men and followed them.

They came close to the Reformed Army of Aachen. Maria made contact with some soldiers and questioned them. She withdrew before anyone became suspicious. The trail led further to the northeast, deep into the land of the Reformed Army. A battle broke out in a forest from which they could not escape. The brave Hillebrand fell, Will was seriously wounded. The Reformed moved on, the woman was of no interest to them. Maria looked after Will, but he had no chance. She tended his wound, but he had only gained an hour. She asked him if he had a last wish. He looked at her with indescribable sadness, because he knew that he would soon be dead, that he would not even live to be 19. He closed his eyes, yes. He had one wish, he had always worshipped the Duchess like a saint, he had admired her and her courage in searching for the young Duke. Yes. That was his only wish.

Maria sealed his mouth with a kiss. No, not a ducal or sisterly kiss, but a thoroughly feminine one. She lifted her skirt, mounted Will and put his cock in her pussyhole. An unearthly smile appeared on Will's deathly pale face as Maria carefully fucked him. Blood gushed from his neck wound and he died before he could ejaculate. Maria dug two graves and laid them both to rest. She made two crosses and carved into them, "Hillebrand von Lasalle, Will von Lasalle". She couldn't do more. She took the bridles off their horses and chased the good animals away. She rode on alone, following the trail.

She came across a Reformed Army camp, was arrested and taken to the captain. Yes, she was a healer and doctor, she confirmed, and spread out her bag in front of the captain. No, she said, she had been raised Catholic, but religion was not important to her. Her only faith was for the sick and wounded. The captain thought about it for a long time, because he liked the pretty 35‐year‐old, who did not bow to the obvious, cowardly confession. He had her brought to his tent, where she lay with him for the next few months. During the day she joined the field surgeons and doctors and devoted herself to the wounded and sick.

The captain sensed that she only let herself be fucked because it was necessary for survival. He was very bad‐tempered because she offered him no resistance when it came to fucking, but she refused him any of the feminine affection that he was used to from subjugated women. So he simply let her go. Maria now rode from camp to camp. She offered herself as a doctor and healer, she let anyone in power fuck her as often as he wanted, but she remained cold and reserved. She asked everyone about the young men from the Duchy of Lasalle, only very rarely did she get a tip, which she immediately followed up on.

Then, one day, she had to amputate a gangrenous arm. The boy's face looked familiar to her and she asked him if he knew the Duchy of Lasalle. The boy looked around to see if anyone was spying, then he nodded. "You are the Duchess!" he whispered. She was grateful to heaven, finally, finally a success! But the boy knew nothing more, they had been separated, they had been given to different parts of the army and given a sword. Fight or die, that was the choice. Gil and several others had been assigned to a detachment that was sent to Magdeburg and Leipzig. The battle for Leipzig had been fought weeks ago and Magdeburg was under siege, as far as the boy knew. Maria embraced her fellow countryman and set off for Magdeburg, several hundred kilometers to the east. Through reformed territory.

That night, Maria got up after fucking and told the captain that she had a new lead on her son and was leaving now. "What, now, at night!?" shouted the captain, waking up from his doze. "Yes, right now, under cover of darkness!" replied Maria. Her bundle was always ready to hand, she just buckled on the belt with the double‐edged hunting knife that she had bought from a soldier. She slipped out of the tent and saddled her horse in the dark. Then she disappeared into the night.

She avoided the armies, she spent the night with farmers and paid with her body. She made her way from farm to farm, from bed to bed, letting the venomous looks of the wives whose husbands fucked her bounce off her like raindrops. She lay indifferently between husband and wife. Almost all the men fucked her, for the sake of variety and curiousity. Maria gave him everything physically, so no one could complain. She was very experienced at fucking, more experienced than most of the peasant women. She fucked the men so many times in succession that they were completely exhausted. Then all three of them fell asleep. She never saw herself as a marital nuisance when she fucked for room and board. It was as simple as that.

It was already summer when she arrived in Magdeburg. She learned that the Catholics had already devastated Magdeburg in May 1631 and that the Reformed Army camps were in the north of the city. She went to the camps. As a doctor, she was welcome; no one asked her about her faith. She worked hard, healing, bandaging or amputating. She went from first aid station to first aid station. Finally she found two boys from Lasalle. They were wounded, but they would recover. Yes, the three of them had fought with Gil on the enemy's side, but they had been separated in the fray. That was in May, five weeks ago. The trail was hot, Maria ran past the wounded and only looked at their faces. The mother triumphed over the doctor.

She found him in the fifth tent; his blond mane gave him away. She ran to him and an ice‐cold hand clenched around her heart. The doctor immediately recognized what the mother did not want to see. She threw back the sheet and hugged him. "You, Madame!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "What are you doing here, Maman, Madame?" She hugged him again. "Gil, my love, I have finally found you!" she exclaimed again and again. She covered his ashen face with kisses. "Gil, star of my eyes!" she stammered, then the doctor returned.

She examined the festering leg, she examined him from head to toe, she was completely desperate. He had been wounded five weeks ago, the surgeon had treated the wound only superficially, then he fell in battle. Gil's leg was lost, it was gangrenous and her instinct told her that his whole body was already poisoned. She had to amputate his leg and hoped that he would survive the gangrene. He was strong, but so was the fever. The tears ran down her cheeks as she cut and sawed her own flesh and blood. She wiped away the annoying tears, she had to summon up everything she had ever learned. She put twice as much ointment on the wound as necessary, she gave him so much healing tea that he vomited. But that was good, everything that came out was out.

The mother pushed herself in front of the doctor, she sat at Gil's bed and only cared for him. The fever rose, the gangrene fought for his body, the devil for his soul. Maria gave him chicken broth, she couldn't find anything better. He kept throwing up. The fever rose, the cooling compresses only helped for a few minutes, so she changed them every minute. She couldn't accept that Gil was lost.

She couldn't accept it.

Gil had a fever and was talking incoherently. He had seduced many maids in the castle and never told Madame, he was afraid to tell her. Maria hugged him and stroked his head, saying that it was nothing, she did not feel betrayed. She had always known, she lied for his sake, and she had always approved of it. He was a youth, there was no need to know more. Gil pressed his face against hers, he often no longer knew who Madame was, was it really her? Gil stopped breathing.

Weeping, she dug a grave herself. It was not the first, nor the last. Captain von Kolb was a decent fellow, he was the only one standing next to her at the grave and reading words from his Bible. Beneath his grim mask there was a hidden father somewhere who understood the loss of a mother well. He put his arm around her and comforted her as she wept.

Maria wrote to Uncle Louis. The captain assured her that the letter would reach Lasalle through the lines. Maria had found a person in Captain von Kolb, a respectable person. She stayed with him for 5 years. During the day she worked as a doctor, at night she lay with him like a wife next to her husband. Von Kolb was a good, an honest man. She followed him throughout Germany, carefully tending his wounds like those of any wounded man. But of course she could not prevent him from falling after 5 years on the northern Bavarian border. She gave him a Christian burial and left the army. She travelled alone through Germany, from princely court to princely court. She was usually welcomed with open arms, because Duke Louis von Lasalle made sure that she was recognised and received as a duchess.

After around 20 years she returned to Lasalle Castle. Uncle Louis welcomed her warmly, and he prepared his eldest son to take over the ducal office. The boy was fine, Maria could tell. Uncle Louis deserved to retire with dignity and decency. Maria smiled gently when asked. She had no objections, and why should she? Her husband, Duke Raymond, had long since died, and so had his son Gilbert. The young man seemed a very good choice, she concluded. The young man bowed deeply to Madame.

The war ended, Maria was 47, 48 and lived until the end of her life in Lasalle Castle. Her vagina shrank very quickly, she had to use ointments when her lover had a big cock. The tight vagina had only one good side. She came much more easily and sooner than before to orgasm and if she was lucky, she stayed at this high level until the end of the fucking and had little orgasms until the end. Her lovers inevitably got younger and younger because the little boys' cocks didn't hurt her pussyhole. Instead, they triggered old, deeply buried memories of Gil that she had left behind decades ago. Gil, who had learned to fuck so well. Gil, who pulled out his cock on dangerous days and masturbated on his knees, happily squirting his semen onto her body. Before, she had always built up a connection, an emotional attachment to her admirer, but now, with these 13 to 16 year old boys, she couldn't do anything, couldn't establish an emotional relationship. She went to bed with these children in silence or chatting superficially and let them become men. She chose her lovers carefully and continued to fuck happily and dreamily until she was very old.

The young duke was really a good man who cared deeply about the well‐being of his subjects. He was to be the last duke of Lasalle, the duchy vanished like sand blown away in the wind of history.

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