The Mademoiselle

by Jack Faber © 2023

Jou, whose full name was Juliette, who lived with her mother in the village of La Crique in Brittany, had finally got a good job in the castle of the same name when she was 16. She had no father or 5, because her mother had told her that it had to be one of the 5 craftsmen who renovated the chapel with the devil's bell. Her mother was young at the time, not ugly and very impulsive. She let all 5 boys fuck her every night, for 14 days the Breton boys worked in the chapel. One of them was her father, a true Breton like her. Juliette got her thick black hair, sharp‐cut face and bright blue eyes from them both.

The Devil's Bell was so named because at the moment of its inauguration, it fell unspectacularly from a height of a good 6 meters and dug itself half a meter diagonally into the ground. The villagers had no money to dig it up and buy a new one, so it blocked the entrance for over 100 years. A new door was built and any childless woman, who stuck her fingers in the deep crack of the bell when she entered could hope to get miraculously conceive.

Jou arrived at the castle with her bundle over her shoulder. She introduced herself to the cook, she was the new kitchen help. The cook was a friendly, cheerful person of indeterminable age, very plump and her holey, shabby work dress mainly covered her huge, heavy breasts, the rest up to her navel was more or less not responsibly for covering. The cook gave her a sisterly hug and they talked for a while about this and that. Jou didn't know where she could sleep, because it was an hour's walk to her mother's house. But she wanted to spend her day off with her mother. The cook took a pot from the fire and accompanied her to Monsieur Ede, who was in charge of the stables. Monsieur Ede, wrinkled like jagged coastal rocks and probably dating back to the time of legendary King Arthur, was a hard‐working, good man. He said kindly that she could sleep upstairs with the straw bales or down here with him, but unfortunately he was a loud snorer. "And he farts all night," added Madame Paulette, the cook, giving the old man a friendly pat on the side.

"I'll sleep upstairs then, Monsieur," said Jou, her mind racing; the cook must have slept with him at some point. Monsieur Ede showed her the ladder and she even found a few horse blankets upstairs. It was surprisingly warm, but there were dozens of animals in the stables below. She put on her mother's old work dress and went into the kitchen with Paulette. The work wasn't hard, but it went on until late in the evening. Tired, she walked to the stable, quietly passed the soundly sleeping Ede and lay down upstairs to sleep. She could only doze superficially, because she woke up at the slightest noise the animals made.

She woke up. Soft whispers and whispers. She rolled over and looked down. A boy and a girl stood nestled together in the strip of light that filtered in from outside. Jou watched the two of them cuddling and kissing for a while, something not often seen in the village. The girl reached into the young man's pants and pulled out his stiff cock. Jou held her breath, she had never seen a cock this close before. The girl rubbed his cock for 10 minutes, then she held it up to the pig's cage and let it squirt in. She wrapped the cock up, they kissed for a long time and then they scampered out. Jou was beside herself, it was the first time she had seen the cock rubbing and squirting. She turned to go back to sleep, but another couple arrived. Jou watched from above again and after the cuddling, the girl pulled his cock out again, rubbed it much faster than the other and let it squirt on the floor. Jou's heart was pounding all the way up to her throat.

Every evening, two or three couples came, the girls rubbed their cocks and Paulette, the cook, asked her with a grin if there were still couples sneaking into the stable? Jou nodded with a bright red head, but Paulette smiled good‐naturedly. At one point she explained to Jou that all men had to cum every night, it was nature's idea. Most of them rubbed themselves, but if one had a girlfriend, she did it for him, it was considered a deed of love. Jou had no idea about any of this and she thanked Madame Paulette. She didn't always have to say Madame, Paulette was allright.

One evening, a pair of lovers climbed up the ladder. The girl realized that Jou was lying in the blankets, presumably this was their love nest. She put her index finger to her lips and shook her head. She smiled kindly, took one of the many blankets and spread it over the bale of straw. Jou pulled her blanket up to her chin as the girl pulled her dress over her head and lay naked on the blanket. The young lad had taken off his doublet and shirt and now the girl pulled down his trousers. He lay down between the girl's thighs. She inserted his cock into her slit and then they fucked for 10 minutes. Jou's heart was pounding in her throat again, she had never seen that before! Yes, dogs and pigs jumped on each other and fucked, you saw that sometimes. But now she saw it, an arm's length away! She could clearly see the girl's hole and the cock thrusting into her hole. He suddenly sped up and then slowed down. He's probably squirting now, Jou thought, she'd heard about it. The girl whispered disappointedly, "I haven't had it again!" and he shrugged, "I can't take any more!" Jou suddenly had to think of her mother, she had had 5 boys in a row, maybe she had had it then? But what? Jou didn't know.

The days went by, Jou watched many girls rubbing and squirting, and almost every night a couple came to fuck. Jou soon knew the girls, but they usually brought other men with them. They all fucked in the same way, the most guys squirted deep inside and most girls rubbed their pussies lustfully, when being fucked. Sometimes a girl ripped out his cock, whispering "not today!" and rubbed the cock by hand, making him squirting upon her cunt or belly. Jou watched them with interest, because one day she would have a man too. But she would only fuck someone who wanted to marry her. She had had to swear that to her mother and she took every vow very seriously. Now she could understand better than before what her mother meant when she said that she was now going to such and such guy to get fucked properly. Her mother made no secret of the fact that she already had a child and had little chance of finding someone to marry. But Jou was still an untouched virgin, that was important to get married. Her mother said that if you no longer had a chance, you could fuck whoever you wanted. And of course even if you were married, you need variety, you can't just eat always carrots every day!

Old Monsieur Ede had a new assistant, his name was Jean and he was an enthusiastic horse groom. When Jou and he saw each other for the first time, they both froze. She could only see his beautiful Breton face, she couldn't see anything else. She had never been in love and, if you looked at it closely, neither had Jean. He was already 25 and 7 years older than Jou, but this time he saw her, and everything before that was just trivial trash. Lord Jesus, Jean, the darling of all women, had been struck by lightning, no, by Cupid's arrow! For the first time, he was more in love than ever before.

They shook hands and murmured their names, but Monsieur Ede urged him on. They could chat or beak after work, chuckled the old man, who understood. So Jou and Jean spent every free minute together. She showed him her sleeping place and he kissed her for the first time. She spat out, he had stuck his tongue in her mouth! Jean sighed with desire and the realization that she had no idea of anything. He took it much slower now and soon she was able to kiss properly.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and told him everything, the girls who made the boys squirt and the lovers who fucked next to her at arm's length. Jean asked if she fucked too, but she shook her head in horror and told him about the oath she had sworn in front of her mother. She had had to swear in the Old Language, it was an oath of life and death. He nodded, he was of the same opinion, he was a Breton after all. Jou kept talking, if he wanted to, she could do it to him by hand. He was surprised, but Jou prattled on, she had seen it a hundred times from up here and Paulette had said that a good friend should do it as a deed of love. She was desperate to get Jean to see her as his girlfriend, as his girl. He was desperate too, he hadn't fucked in a day only to be told that this lovely girl wasn't available.

He finally nodded. "You're my girlfriend now and I totally need you to do me now!" They were sitting on top of their roost with their legs dangling in the air. Jou was incredibly excited and unzipped his pants. Trembling with fear and excitement, she searched for his cock and pulled it out. It was almost as big as her forearm. She breathed excitedly, "I've never seen one this big before!" Jean nodded self‐satisfied, "Mine is the biggest far and wide, that's why I'm every woman's favorite! There isn't a woman over 19 within a day's ride that I haven't fucked yet!" he said proudly and Jou held the cock in her hand reverently. "Don't show off like that, you lout!" she scolded kindly, "and what do you do with those under 19?" He laughed. "The younger ones rarely know what they actually want. They're very snooty and want to steal my time. It's no fun, I've been fucking since I was 15, so ten years now, and there have always been plenty of more mature women." Jou still cradled the big thing in her hand and said, "Pah! Anyone in the vicinity! Ha! Don't make me laugh, so certainly not my mother!" He asked her mother's full name and thought for a few moments. "I knew one, over in La Crique, who had a few bunches of herbs above her double bed and several rosaries hanging there, three of them. I had to sneak up to her in the dark so as not to wake her little daughter!" Jou slapped her free hand over her mouth, "My God, that's my mother!" He tried to reassure her, "She fucked excellently, better than many others! I've been with her quite a lot and felt very good with her."

Jou stared at the cock. A strange shiver trickled down her spine. This cock had fucked her mother at some point, apparently several times, maybe even often, so she would question her mother Pernille very carefully, damn it! And if he was telling the truth, her mother was good to fuck. She had heard from Jean's descriptions that he was very concerned that the woman also had her pleasure during sex. Jou didn't yet know how it worked in practice, of course, but she loved her Jean even more. She carefully pulled back the foreskin and looked at the glans and the hole. She looked questioningly at Jean and he nodded. She clutched the cock and rubbed it. It was exciting and great. When he cummed, she let the semen splash down onto the floor in a high arc. He put the cock away with satisfaction. "That was really great, do you really want to be my girl and make me squirt all the time?" She kissed him and let her tongue linger on his. "Yes, I want to do that, I want to be your girl!" He rocked his head back and forth. "I accept that you don't want to fuck yet, but I have to fuck one or the other, without question." She looked very distressed and he tried to reassure her. It was only a physical thing, his heart was with her. It was something that always bothered her, no matter how he said it.

Jou was under stress. The old count had invited his 4 best friends and their ladies to celebrate the turn of the century 1900 together. Jean had calculated that she was born around 1883 or 1882, because she hadn't known that. Paulette and she cooked a feast for 10 people and Monsieur Ede and Jean also got something special. Paulette winked as she gave Jou the plate for Jean and added more vegetables. "Your new boy?" she asked with a grin and Jou blushed. "Yes, I'm his girl now, I get to make him cum every day!" Paulette's grin became really wide. "The boy has the biggest one far and wide!" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Have you fucked him too?" Jou asked, a little disappointed, but Paulette pushed her out without answering.

She made Jean cum every day. He asked if she would let him cum in her mouth, but she shook her head in disgust. She liked to lick and suck him, but squirt into her mouth? No, ugh! They told each other all about their earlier life, she had been given strict lessons by her mother, reading, writing and a little arithmetic, but only as much as was needed for everyday life. She learned proper French from her and also a little of the old language, because the colloquial language, the local dialect, was a mixture of both languages. She had read three books about the legend of King Arthur, as the noble king was her mother's favorite.

Jean and the pirate

Jean interrupted her, his grandfather had read the legend of Arthur to him several times when he was 6 or 7.

The grandfather had explained to him exactly what was hidden between the lines. Arthur fucked his own sister until she had a son by him. Guinevere cheated on her husband and king and fucked Lancelot, Lancelot cheated on her too, of course, and fucked Elaine. Merlin fucked Nimue until the false snake locked him up in an enchanted forest. So he learned from his grandfather how important fucking was and what havoc it could cause. His grandfather had every reason to scold him, his grandmother had borne him three children and had run off with a 19‐year‐old Italian man in the darned 7th year. That really pissed him off, since then he fucked all the women in the household, his only daughter most of all, but also the housekeeper, the cook and all the female helpers, until his cock dried up.

The grandfather was something of a pirate. Jean couldn't remember the big house with dozens of female employees any more, and he couldn't remember the beautiful grandmother. Grandfather Jerome had had to sell the big house, evil tongues claimed, to buy his way out of prosecution for multiple murders. Jean only remembered their last home, a single room for all three of them.

The little pecker couldn't fall asleep because his grandfather and his mother were fucking like berserkers. Jean remembered his Grandfather's big cock thrusting tirelessly into Mom's pee hole. Jean began to squirt at the age of 9 and Grandfather urged Mom to finally teach the little one, how to fuck. Mom steadfastly refused for a few days. Then she said to his grandfather, "okay, but I'll do it my way, the way of the Old Wiccans." Surprisingly, the grandfather immediately gave in and later explained to the little one that the Wiccans were the good witches of the Old People, and that his mother, like himself, still belonged to the Old People and was a powerful Wiccan. This reassured the little boy very much. His mother explained to him that she had to cast a great, important spell, that it would not hurt, on the contrary. She crushed various herbs in a bowl to make a paste, which she rubbed onto his cock. It burned like hell, she muttered her spells tirelessly and the cock grew and grew red and redder. He had to stand in front of her, she licked, sucked and stroked his cock in her mouth, licking the paste away and then spoke a very long spell in the old language. Then he had to work hard and squirt into her mouth. The first few days it didn't work at all, she had to rub him from start to finish until he finally squirted into her mouth. She kissed her little one and sent him to bed. The spell made him so tired and sleepy that he fell asleep immediately. After a week of the same procedure, he managed to squirt into her mouth for the first time and fell asleep immediately. She said you could already tell that his cock had gotten bigger because of the spells. Grandfather took his cock provingly in his hand and nodded satisfied. She no longer rubbed him until he squirted, she just teased him with her tongue until he squirted. The boy now managed to cum twice in her mouth, for the second time applying the paste, which burnt like hell, then licking the paste away, rubbing his red hot cock in her mouth and letting him squirt inside, and she was very happy with how well it worked. She no longer rubbed him until he squirted, she just teased him with her tongue until he squirted. When he was able to squirt twice the next week without her rubbing him with her hand and she just let her tongue dance until he squirted, the spell was complete. Then, from the next day, she taught the little one how to fuck very carefully and he was allowed to fuck her hard and very powerfully every day from then on. Before fucking, the woman had to lick the cock clean with lots of saliva, she explained, so that it didn't infect the pussyhole. He understood and nodded, it was so fine the way she licked the cock that he often squirted into her mouth. But she weighed his cock in her hand, it was no longer a child's penis, by God it wasn't, it was a young man's cock! She let him fuck her every night, twice if he wanted. And he should learn to hold back the squirting and fuck the woman or girl really hard and very powerfully until she had an orgasm and only then he should squirt. He nodded that he would do that way or practise until it worked! The grandfather watched with a smile and patted Jean on the shoulders, "That'll be fine, big boy, he's really getting bigger!" Then he fucked Mom hard, as he was doing every night, and Jean learned a lot in the process. He was really believing, that the paste and the spells made his cock that big.

Grandfather cultivated his image as a pirate, he was a tough Breton with a sharp hooked nose and a gold ring in his earlobe. When he went to the pub on Friday nights to drink with his friends, his comrades in arms, he would put on the antiquarian tricorn hat he had bought from a tandler and cover one eye with a black eye patch. Sometimes left, sometimes right, he made fun of confusing the people in the little town. Leaning on his walking stick, he hobbled through the alleyways, feigning a stiff leg. The women crossed themselves and dragged the children into the house when the sinister pirate walked through the alley.

He came home late at night with a little buzz and threw his walking stick precisely into the holder, straight as a die or whirling all around. He never missed the mark. The toothpick — as he called the walking stick — is the only good weapon a pirate needed to defeat an opponent. He was rumored to have sent a dozen captains, boat mates and cardsharpers to Davy Jones at the bottom of the oceans with the toothpick or his bare hands.

Jean was quite sure that the Grandfather was his biological father, because only he and the Grandfather fucked Mom, not a single other man had ever fucked her, she said before she died. He was 14 when Mom said goodbye to Jean very seriously after fucking them both, saying she was going to heaven tonight. The next morning she was dead. The district doctor found no cause of death and he wrote 'heart failure' on the death certificate because he didn't want to look like an incompetent fool in front of his colleagues.

Grandpa Jerome was bitter and devastated, never speaking a word to anyone again, only to Jean one‐word sentences. He died four months after Mama, he had hugged Jean very lovingly and said, "tonight Davy Jones is taking me to his watery grave!" The next morning he was dead. The county doctor shook his head in despair, the old pirate had drowned in his bed, 10 kilometers from the English Channel! How could a decent Christian drown in his bed!? He crossed himself panicking in horror and wrote 'cirrhosis of the liver, alcoholism' on the death certificate, he didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of his colleagues.

Jean was now an orphan, he had lost his father and mother in a very short space of time and cried one day and one night, sold the room and set off with a handful of coins in his pocket. He was soon a well‐liked stable boy and went out with the other horse grooms in the evenings to fuck the maids or the mistress. When the mistress found out from the maids what talent little Jean had, she called him and never let him go until the last day. A few mistresses had the decency to banish the husband to another room. But most of them didn't care at all that the husband was sitting, lying or snoring next to them. They let the stable boy with the great talent fuck them, from orgasm to orgasm, until they were both exhausted. He was slipped many a gold coin in his hand and that sealed his mouth. He preferred to sleep in fine linen rather than on bales of straw in the stables. He fucked his way through all the beds in the region and soon knew all the girls between the ages of 13 and 60. Jou interrupted him. "I thought none under 20?" Jean scratched his head. "The 13‐year‐old had already blossomed like an 18‐year‐old and was as in heat as a mare. It didn't happen very often." Jou sensed that he wasn't telling the whole truth, but she kept quiet.

They both laughed heartily, because his grandfather's insights of the fucking business of the legendary King were quite accurate. Jou sighed that she now also knew what suffering meant, because he, Jean, broke her heart every day by fucking other girls. And she had embarrassingly interrogated her mother, who had then admitted everything. Her mother wasn't too old yet and still had many lovers, at least for one night. Jou felt like an adult for the first time, because her mother spoke to her openly and honestly and no longer like to a small child. Her mother told her about fucking all the men she could remember and the others didn't deserve to be mentioned. Jou said he mustn't fuck her mother anymore, she would hold it against him!

Jean had been in Paris for months now, writing a letter every week. He was very happy with his job, he got a much higher salary and one day he wrote to tell her to come, she had a job! Jou said goodbye to her mother and the lovely people at the château and took the stagecoach to Paris. Jean picked her up from the stagecoach station in his count's carriage. She still had the first day off, the service didn't start until the next day. She no longer had to sleep with the cattle in the stable, but in a large stately double bed with a colleague, Fleur.

She was appointed to go to the housekeeper as soon as she arrived. She had to be addressed as Madame, after all, this was a respectable and important house! Jou was informed of everything Madame considered important. Jou was delighted at how much money she received for the six‐day week, the pay was really impressive. Madame, who was an old, withered tree, emphasized at the end that the male and female staff were not allowed to have intimate contact with each other. Jou had to ask, because she didn't understand the phraseology. Madame looked at her disapprovingly. "No fucking with the men, you understand?" Jou nodded, no, she wasn't fucking anyone yet, she was an untouched virgin. The corner of Madame's mouth twitched.

Then to the next point. Each employee was given a compartment in the large steel safe where he or she could leave valuables, tips and so on. She had the only key and you could come here every day at 9 sharp and deposit something. Unfortunately, said Madame with a Good Friday look, there had been embarrassments in the past, so the Count had decided to do this. Jou was to go to Madame Pelletier in the basement, she would get the service clothes from her. Madame nodded, everything was said, Jou could go.

The first night was already exciting. Fleur, her roommate, was a very friendly and direct woman, 42 years old, from Picardy. She took the time to explain everything to Jou. But of course she could have relations with someone else, for God's sake, that was just a hobbyhorse of the old housekeeper, who nobody wanted to fuck anymore and who was usually addressed as Majordomus, so that was a plus. There was a dead letter box in the kitchen, an old lunch box. The staff would put their note in for their loved one or anyone else they wanted to fuck. It was as simple as that. Fleur helped her stow her few belongings and the uniforms in the box. Then they went to bed and Jou breathed a sigh of relief at how naturally Fleur undressed and got into bed naked. Jou didn't have a nightgown with her, she had slept naked in the stable of course and she only had a nightgown at home, but she had forgotten it there.

Jou couldn't fall asleep. Fleur jerked violently back and forth as if she was rubbing a boy's cock to make him cum, then a stifled scream and then it was dead quiet. Jou asked into the darkness, "Fleur, are you all right? Or is something wrong? Are you ill?" She listened and heard Fleur laugh softly and chuckle. "All good, Juliette, I just made myself." After a pause, "I was just rubbing my clit!" Jou said, she didn't understand what the clit was? Silence.

Fleur turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her, puzzled. "The clitoris! Your pleasure spot!" The 42‐year‐old looked at the 19‐year‐old in confusion. "Every woman has a clitoris!" Jou also sat up, "Not me, I don't have one!" Fleur threw her blanket on the floor and spread her legs. She parted her labia with her fingers and pointed to her clitoris with her index finger. Jou now spread her legs as well. She looked down and said, "look, I don't have one!"

Fleur was desperate, was she acting stupid or did she know nothing? She leaned over and touched Jou's clit with one finger. "There it is, small and well hidden, but it's there, your pleasure spot!" Jou felt an unfamiliar sensation, this was a pleasure spot? Fleur smiled, "don't you ever do it to yourself?" she asked incredulously as Jou nodded and shook her head. "And what do you do with a pleasure spot?" Fleur struggled for words. "You rub it when you feel like it but don't have anyone to fuck. Or if you haven't had an orgasm while fucking." In a flash, the image of the girl appeared in her head, the girl who hadn't had "it" and the guy had just shrugged his shoulders gruffly. The girl had rubbed between her legs for a moment, then they had left. "And how does that work?" asked Jou. Fleur crawled over to her, laid her on her back and spread her legs. "I'll show you," she said, rubbing Jou's clit to orgasm. "This is the orgasm that releases the sexual tension, that's when the urge really pushes and squeezes you. Okay, do you understand?" Jou nodded, this was very important, what she had now learned. "I do it every night, at my age you find fewer and fewer men to fuck." Fleur crawled back into her half of the bed, turned out the light and they fell asleep.

The service was easier than at the château, Count Armand de Montbradouille was a jovial, garrulous gentleman with an affluent belly and was one of the first in Paris to have a telephone. He was very proud of it and talked on the phone all day long. Jou would one day understand that he was neither a real count nor did his business empire consist of more than one person, himself. But he traded very successfully with other people's money, advised very well and made a ton of money for his customers. He also cheated inconspicuously and had become very rich in the process. Only twice in his life as a financial genius and thief, had the customer discovered the shortfall and made a complaint. Both times he had cleverly talked his way out of it without jeopardizing his reputation. He had to bridge a momentary liquidity shortage and wanted to transfer the amount next month, but he would come by today and bring the money. Count Armand rode off immediately and settled the matter. He rode around the Jardin de Luxembourg for 20 minutes every day since it was closed to riders. Although he owned a carriage, he rode. Dressed like a gentleman in the latest London fashion, he rode out, the rich count, often accompanied by Jean in his uniform. He owned three riding stallions, beautiful, fiery Trakehners, and rode a different one every day. He also owned a racehorse in a racing stable, the mare won many prizes and the count raked in a fortune in prize money and bets. Jean was his stable master and had managed to get an old, lazy mare bought for the stallions right from the start. The old brewery horse only bucked on the first few days when Jean had a stallion mounted, but she now let herself be mated peacefully and lamblike by a stallion, a different one every day. Jean left the dirty work to the two 13‐year‐old stable boys and rode out twice a day with the stallions that the Count was not riding today. Jean wore a very impressive hussar uniform with the embroidered coat of arms, he impressed the Parisians and, of course, the Parisian women and girls. He was not the count's stable master, the count had said, but his chief stable master.

Count Armand's wife had run off with her 17‐year‐old Spanish guitar teacher, leaving only his pimply‐faced son, 16‐year‐old Gilles, living here in the city palace. He dizzied his way through school and was otherwise only to be found in the kitchen. But not to eat, oh no, just to fuck the fat Dutch cook as often as he could. Everyone knew about it, everyone despised him. He could have had any girl, but he only wanted fat Gertrud with the fat ass. She let him fuck her at any time in the pantry, as often as he wanted, standing up or bent over a sack. It was nothing special for Gertrud, because she had a son born out of wedlock at the same age, who took turns fucking her with Gilles half a dozen times a day. That was normal for Gertrud and nothing special, she sighed resignedly. Allegedly Gilles had to pay half a gold franc each time, which was worth about 25 francs, but perhaps that was just a rumor.

Jean could sneak up to Jou every night. He lay down in the middle, between Jou and Fleur. Fleur stopped breathing when she saw his cock for the first time. But she held back, Jean belonged to Juliette, that was for sure. Fleur remained silent, but her eyes registered everything attentively. Jou got Jean really hot with cuddling and French kissing, then she rubbed his cock with her perfect technique, as she had done for over a year, and made him cum in a high arc. It was only one morning that Fleur said to Jou, "If you ever don't want him anymore, I'll gladly take him, even kissing your hand!" Jou nodded, grateful to Fleur for letting her do whatever she wanted with Jean. When Jean had gone out at night, she masturbated like Fleur did before falling asleep.

Count Armand greeted her with a hearty handshake when she served his tea early in the morning. He looked her up and down and suddenly grabbed her bosom. The damn uniform was so stupidly cut that her breasts were completely exposed at this touch. "No, no, don't," said the count, looking at her breasts with such a look that Jou felt defiled. She ignored his command and covered her breasts again. He looked at her body for minutes and she felt his gaze stripping her naked. She took half a step back, away from him, out of his reach. He cleared his throat.

"The girls who serve me are all beautiful and pretty. You, however, are the most beautiful of them all, I'll give you that! Well, the girls know that I'm all about beauty and eroticism and if they let me, I reward them with francs, a lot of francs in fact. Well, how about you, would you be interested in being my Wednesday wife?"

Jou was completely taken aback, what a cheeky guy. After all, he was very clear about what he wanted. She thought about how she wanted to answer him. He beat her to it.

"I'm banging the door down, and of course you have to think about it. Please tell me next Monday what you've decided." Jou was free to go. She had five days left to spit in his face and leave. She walked down the marble stairs and went straight to her room, she wanted to throw herself on the bed and cry. Fleur had seen her coming down and ran after her, into the room.

Fleur held Jou in her arms and let her cry. When Jou stopped crying, she had to tell Fleur everything. Jou was amazed at how calmly Fleur took the monstrosity. Fleur took her tear‐stained face in her hands and said, "Now listen to me carefully, dear." She waited until Jou was ready to listen to her. "I'm 42 now and I've been here for almost 20 years. I've been destitute all my youth, I've starved and frozen, it wasn't fun. When I was crouching beside the road in winter to piss, I would hold my fingers over it to keep them a little warm. How often did I go with a complete stranger just to have a warm room, a warm meal, a warm bed and a warm cock. Then Madame, the Majordomo, took notice of my beauty. She brought me here, I didn't work as hard as I used to, I had a warm bed and enough to eat. I became Armand's Saturday wife and still am today. I get an extra half a month's pay every Saturday, that's 3 months' pay a month! I decided against hunger and morality back then. But I've saved up so much that I can always stand on my own two feet. He'll get tired of me one day and take another Saturday wife, I don't care. I'll never go hungry again!"

Fleur stroked Jou's hair as if she were her daughter. "You need to think hard and decide in five days. You only have two choices, if I see it right. Firstly, you can resist him, and I wouldn't bet on whether Madame will want to keep you or put you out on the street. Or secondly, you can go my way. Then you only have to keep three things in mind."

Jou stopped crying a long time ago. She straightened up and asked, "what three things?" Fleur looked at her seriously. "You must decide, first, whether the Count or Jean may have you first, to whom you will give your maidenhead. Secondly, you need a sidereal calendar and thirdly, you need to consider how much Armand will have to pay for each fuck."

Jou buried her face against Fleur's neck. She had long since made up her mind, but she needed advice. "How do I tell Jean? That I want to give him my virginity, of course, even though I've sworn to give myself only to the man who will marry me? Should I ask him to marry me one day, even though the count will dishonor me week after week? I wouldn't care about the money, but I've listened to you carefully. If I have a family one day, I'll need every Sou I can earn now. So I won't do it cheaply for the count!"

Jou asked into the long silence what that was, the Siberian calendar? Fleur laughed uproariously. "It's called the sidereal calendar, it's a lunar calendar. You can use it to avoid pregnancy. At the time, I thought very carefully about whether I shouldn't let Armand get me pregnant and force him to marry me. But I found out from Madame Majordomus' curriculum vitae that that would never work. She bore him a bastard, but he didn't want to marry her, he later married the snooty, beggarly count's daughter, who was "of class". Majordomus had to give their child to an orphanage, where the poor worm died, not even a year old. We'll do the lunar calendar tomorrow and I'll explain everything to you. Now come on, dinner! And then Jean will join you. I can't wait to see what your boy with the giant cock is made of!"

Jean lay down between the two women and something was up. Jou wasn't rubbing his cock yet, she was stroking it thoughtfully.

"Jean, are you the man who will marry me one day?" asked Jou. He nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I will! I've wanted this since the first moment!" Jou stroked his cock very slowly and gently. "Jean, will you marry me and fuck me so I don't lose my job?" Jean was now startled. "Fuck yes, marry yes, but lose your job, no! Why lose your job, what does it all mean!?" Jou stopped stroking his cock and looked at him seriously. "If you want to marry me one day despite everything, I will give you my virginity! Then you shall be the first man to fuck me. Because the count wants to fuck me once a week and he will pay dearly for it!" Now it was out, she turned her head away and let him think. Jean only needed a split second, he knew the rumor that the count fucked one of his maids every day, a different one every day. Allegedly he fucked the stern, ugly majordomo in the princely marriage bed every Sunday morning, who had to fuck his morning wood away. He had never been interested, as the strangest rumors were flying around the house. Jean fucked one of the girls every midday when the count rode out. But none of them admitted to fucking the count. "The count? Where are you thinking!" Jean sat up resolutely.

"Are you saying that you're going to fuck the fine gentleman once a week for money, like a cheap whore?" Jou winced, because he was only telling the naked truth. Fleur had been lying with her back to them and hadn't said anything so far. But now she spun around like a fury and grabbed his arm. "Cheap? No, never, the guy has to pay a lot, because Juliette is not a cheap whore!" Fleur was really outraged because Jean seemed to have such a humiliating, typically male view. Jou looked directly at Jean. "I can leave here if you prefer. I was looking forward to three things in particular, but they're not that important. I wanted it to be you to whom I gave my virginity, and no one else. I was looking forward to fucking you every night like a decent girl should. And I wanted to save every Sou, every Franc, so that one day we could both start a family and not go hungry. But you're right, I'm not a cheap whore!" There were minutes of silence. Everyone was thinking. Jean stared at Fleur's slightly open cleft, he had never seen it up close before.

Jou turned her back on the two of them, she wanted to sleep or cry, cry or sleep. She only listened with half an ear, because Fleur was being hard on him. There were only two solutions: go away or get fucked for a lot of money. The old count once a week, but he could fuck his sweetheart every night, seven times a week. Jou closed her eyes, she sensed very clearly that Jean would give in. And she was looking forward to giving him her virginity, to fucking him. He was her favorite and she wanted to fuck him today, one way or another.

Fleur was on a roll. This donkey of Jean's needed to be pulled over the line, pushed and kicked. It was natural to him, apparently, that Juliette was his. He was not prepared to share her with anyone else. Fleur snorted contemptuously at how dishonest his view was, knowing that he fucked the count's girls at lunchtime, he simply took what belonged to the other!? And what feelings Juliette had to endure!? Fleur touched his big, glorious cock as if by chance and stroked it briefly like Juliette before. The cock was half as long as his thigh and it was a so‐called meat cock. It was always half stiff and you could keep fucking it even after it had cum. Fleur loved cocks like that because they were guaranteed to fuck her to orgasm. Count Armand had a shrinking cock, he would fuck her for a few minutes, cum and shrivel up into a useless worm. No chance of getting an orgasm. Fleur pulled herself together, she couldn't rub him to squirt or think about fucking him!

It was getting very late. Fleur had dragged the petulant donkey by his ears to the feeding trough. He had made his decision and said ambiguously to Fleur that the count would have to pay dearly for his lust! He leaned over Jou, kissed her on the eyes and whispered, "Come fuck, my love!" Jou woke up fully. He didn't have to say anything, she could see it in his eyes. She hugged him spontaneously, "we'll stay together, together forever!" She turned onto her back, opening her thighs with shining eyes. "I'm ready!"

Fleur knelt beside him, grabbed his cock and steered it towards Juliette's pussy hole. She let go of him. He kissed Jou with love. "Be my wife!" he said in the Old Language and penetrated with a quick jerk. He pressed his cock forward, deeper and deeper, until he reached the end. Tears beaded from Jou's eyes. Fleur leaned over her, kissed the tears away and kissed her on the lips. Jou's heart leapt; never before had a woman kissed her on the lips! She opened her lips and returned Fleur's French kiss. Jou had never French kissed anyone other than Jean and for sure no girl, but now she kissed her motherly friend wildly and with increasing lust. Jean put his foot down and fucked Jou with strong, firm thrusts. He could feel Jou's growing excitement and the approach of her orgasm. He increased the tempo and Fleur broke away from Juliette's lips. Jou reacted to the orgasm with a soft cry, clung tightly to Jean and her pussy throbbed strongly against him in orgasm. Then she suddenly relaxed. She patiently continued to let herself be fucked until he cummed. He rolled between the two of them.

They whispered, hugging and kissing, for a long time. They agreed on how it could go down. He would cope with her being fucked by the Count every Wednesday morning. She asked him if the rumor was true that he fucked the girls at lunchtime. He was taken aback, but admitted it immediately. But that was because they hadn't fucked before. But from now on he would stop, I promise! She thought about it for a moment, "That's not fair, I fuck another man once a week. It's only fair if you fuck someone else too. Just tell me who it should be!" Of course she knew who she would suggest, but he was supposed to tell her. He was still thinking back and forth when she whispered in his ear, "Fleur, of course!" He would never have thought of it, but he nodded. Fleur was good, Fleur would accept him, Fleur meant neither competition nor danger. He nodded, "Yes, then Fleur!"

They just couldn't wait. The very next evening, after they had fucked, Jou nudged Fleur. She spun around, "Yes!?" Jou whispered to her. Fleur was visibly surprised, and she nodded enthusiastically after a moment. Jou asked her if she didn't want to look at the Siberian calendar first, but that only elicited a small smile from Fleur. "Girl, I'm already 42, I don't need a calendar anymore!" She hugged Jean, they cuddled and kissed until they were both ready. "But do it very carefully first, my pussy hole is really tight, much tighter than Juliette's!"

Jean nodded and penetrated very carefully, giving Fleur's pussy time to adjust. Jou was a little jealous, but she quickly got over it. She watched closely as Jean's cock slowly entered Fleur's hole like a fat worm. Further and further until he was deep inside. He took a short break and gave Fleur a long French kiss, their tongues tonguing and fighting with each other like little snakes. Then they started to fuck. They both fucked each other, Fleur fucked him hard. She was not one to lie there like a dead plank. Jou watched everything very closely and attentively, because there were two masters at work. So she learned from Fleur how to fuck properly and how the woman herself could ensure her own orgasm. After Fleur's first orgasm, he simply carried on fucking, because he had previously fucked Jou and needed longer. He squirted just as Fleur's second orgasm broke loose. They hugged each other tightly for a long time and gasped for air. Then the three of them lay next to each other for a long time, whispering. Jean said a little tactlessly to Jou that his cock was too big and didn't fit all the way in her, but in Fleur's his cock had gone all the way in, just like it had in her mother's as well. Jou snapped that he shouldn't keep talking about her mother's pussyhole, it was disrespectful. But after some days it turned out that his cock did fit into her hole, so everyone was happy. Fleur said that only one person had ever had a cock that big, and that was her father. She told them the whole story about fucking her father for 15 years. She fucked him every day, even when she was already working for the count. She was able to sneak him into her room every night and send him away after midnight. But the Majordomus had put an end to that. Fleur could describe everything wonderfully in naughty and spicy words. Jean went to his room very late.

Monday morning Jou went into the count's study and waited motionless, the count stared at her greedily and lustfully and fucked the girl for another half minute, then squirted inside her cunthole, groaning and grunting. Jou waited completely unimpressed until the girl had dressed and disappeared with a shy, shameful sideways glance at her. She looked straight at the count, sure of herself, and agreed to meet him on Wednesday. Yes, of course she would shower beforehand, that was a matter of course. And she wanted 250 Francs each time. He thought about it for a moment, there was no negotiating with this determined girl. He nodded, "See you on Wednesday then!" Jou left quickly, the pact was made and she had no desire to haggle with the old man.

Jou and Jean stayed with the count for another three years. Jean didn't just fuck Fleur once a week, it expanded. He fucked his lover's lusty girlfriend three or four times a week, which was okay for all three of them. One evening, when Jean had already left, the drunken son of the count staggered into their bedroom. Gilles could hardly stand on his feet, but he was determined to fuck the beautiful young girl, because fat Gertrude had already gone home. He dropped heavily onto the bed next to Jou. Fleur whispered softly, could the calendar be allright? Jou nodded, no problem. "Then, young Sir, it'll cost two gold francs or 50 in bills, whichever of us you want!" The 17 or 18‐year‐old had already half undressed and said in an uncertain voice, "Excuse me, Madame Fleur, but you're too old for me if I don't offend you." He dug a gold coin out of his vest pocket and placed it on the bedside table. Jou took his clothes off completely and patted his face softly until he was half sober. She pointed to his cock. "He's not ready yet," she said and neither she nor Fleur wanted to rub him hard. His cock really was a pathetic worm and both women crouched in front of him and watched broad grinning as he masturbated and gradually got his small cock hard. Jou let him fuck her without emotion, not cuddling or kissing him. He was wobbly even when kneeling, but he fucked very bravely, the little boy. Less than two minutes later he squirted, got dressed with a groan and rolled off. Jou waited until he reached the marble staircase and went off, then she burst out laughing with a snort. "Quite the Daddy! A little worm, barely two minutes and that's it, Mademoiselle!" Now Fleur was laughing too. She said later that she fully understood why the countess had run off with the young Spaniard. He had made the countess scream so loudly that you could hear her all the way down here.

Jou was insanely curious and brought tea to the Count's bedroom every Sunday morning, of course she knew exactly when she wanted to show up. Madame Majordomus was completely naked and rode the Count's amazingly large morning wood, otherwise his cock was much smaller. Jou stayed in the background and watched them, the Majordomus slid back and forth for fifteen minutes. Her breasts were wrinkled, empty sacks that slapped in rhythm. She began to bounce up and down firmly as he seemed to squirt inside. She remained seated on his cock, put her head back and masturbated quickly. The count looked on with a shabby grin. Now Jou stepped into the bedroom and served the tea. She looked out of the corner of her eye at Madame's clitoris, which was unusually large and rubbed red and sore. Jou came now every Sunday, entered a little earlier and watched his squirting and Madame masturbating from the start to having her orgasm. Madame treated her noticeably more kindly since Jou started acting so naughty and cheekily.

Jean didn't tell Jou until they were married. Once a week, when Madame Majordomus was not in the house, he would sneak into the count's study with some bills in his hand as an alibi. He opened the safe with the key, the hiding place of which was known to almost everyone; there were usually 40 to 50 bundles of money, perhaps a million Francs. He took a bundle from the back row, because the bundles looked as if they had been carelessly thrown in. Perhaps that was indeed the case, but he suspected that the shrewd count had memorized the mess formation well. At least he would do so. So he took a bundle from the very back. Once a month he rode by his bank on his daily ride — a bank the count avoided — and deposited it along with his wages. "You have earned it well," he later said to Jou, "I have no guilt feelings about stealing from a thief."

Three years was a long time, but they lasted. Jou fucked Jean, the count, and occasionally his son Gilles, once or twice a week. When her calendar forbade it, the two women would get Gilles hot and Jou would lay on top of Fleur. The mostly drunk boy rarely realized that he was actually fucking Fleur, the bottom hole, but he didn't care. Jean fucked Jou and Fleur every day, except for the dangerous days, and Jou had long since stopped being jealous of Fleur. He no longer touched the count's other girls, he kept his promise to Jou. After three years, Jou ignored the calendar and let Jean impregnate her.

"I'm pregnant, Monsieur le Duc," she said to the count, "if you don't want to marry me, then I'm leaving for good." The count pondered, because the other girls were going to the backstreet abortioner, but that was completely out of the question for Juliette. "How much?" the count asked, exasperated, and Jou pondered for a long time. "Seventy‐five, Your Grace, and you'll never hear from me again. I'm leaving at the end of the month to get my wages." The count thought he was getting off fairly lightly and quickly gave her the money.

An hour later, she barged into Gilles' room and told him the news. He jumped up in horror and shouted, "Dad's going to kill me!" As cold as an icicle, Jou repeated, "He's definitely going to kill you, definitely!" Gilles paced back and forth. There was no way out, he would blow his brains out with his father's dueling pistol. His father might be sad, but his son would not have dishonored him. Jou encouraged him, that would probably be best and perhaps an honorable exit. It would just be stupid that he would then be dead, and she would be without a father for her poor, half‐orphaned child. That made sense to him, he paced up and down and suddenly had the brilliant idea, that he would run away with her like Romeo and Juliet! He looked at her with wet eyes. She nodded in agreement, "The two of them ended up dead as a doornail, just as I wish, Mr. Gilles," she said coldly, "maybe we'll take the poison at the same time so that neither of us cheats on the other." He stared at her with relief; if she and the child were dead, he would have no more reason to die, that would be the best solution. She stared at the idiot. Then, as cold as a fish, she said she was thinking of sailing to the New World, to America, because there was a great shortage of women there and she could find a man there even as a pregnant woman. But the ship passage was very expensive, he would have to give her money, at least 50 thousand. He didn't have 50, he said meekly. "Maybe you'll take it from the Father? He rides out every lunchtime, you can go into his study and take the money out of the cupboard, the key is in the top right‐hand drawer of the desk. When you've taken the money, you can put it back exactly as you have found it, then the Count won't notice it until much later, if at all." The idiot's eyes lit up, "and then nobody has to die!" He was thrilled and wanted to hug her, but she drew back. She should come back tomorrow after noon.

So she did, he even gave her 55 thousand and she immediately went to Jean and told him everything. She would pack this evening and take the stagecoach to Brest or Douarnenez tomorrow morning and wait for him at the château with Monsieur Ede or Paulette. He should only give notice after a few days, inconspicuously at the end of the month. "And when I'm gone, you can lie down with Fleur a few more times, but only if she takes you without me protecting her." They laughed and made a date for the night, she would only initiate Fleur then.

Jou stormed into the count's study the next morning, knowing full well that he had a lady visitor at that time of the morning. She would not disturb him, "but it could not be postponed!". The count was standing there with his trousers down, a girl she didn't know was sitting on the desk in front of him. A pretty face, beautiful waist‐length black hair, beautiful breasts and a normal, erect man's cock. A man's cock!? Jou had to look twice, but the girl was clearly a hybrid. Jou pulled herself together and looked at the Count, "Your Grace, I have been offered an excellent and free ride to Marseilles in the private carriage of the Baroness of Vermeuil, with whom I used to serve, and I must be ready at her palace in 20 minutes. That is why I am leaving so unexpectedly, but I must really hurry. If Your Grace or Madame Majordomus could hand over my outstanding wages to Mademoiselle Fleur, thank you very much. Perhaps I can get passage on a ship from Marseilles, but now I must hurry! Goodbye, Your Grace, farewell!" She scurried out of the door, hugged Fleur one last time, grabbed her two bundles and ran off to the stagecoach station.

Of course, Fleur took our Jean in warmly for the night, but she insisted that she get an extra portion of sex from Juliette. However, it would be 6 weeks before he could leave, Fleur wrote to Juliette. Of course Monsieur Ede was happy to take Jou in, the space above the animals was free, she could stay as long as she wanted. During the day, she worked in the kitchen with Paulette, who could use every hand she could get. She did not report to the lordship and stayed for 6 weeks as a hidden submarine. Monsieur Ede had two muscular stable grooms and a 13‐year‐old stable boy. In the evening, she told the friendly stable grooms that she was sleeping up there and that if they wanted to visit her, she would be fine. So it happened that the two men and the boy visited her every evening. The boy just watched on the first evening, he had never fucked before. But he was determined to learn, he said, if she wanted to teach him. She let the men fuck her every evening and they left her alone with the boy, whose name was Paul. Paul still had a small boy's cock, but he learned very quickly. She showed him everything that was important for fucking and he learned very quickly. They always took 5 to 10 minute breaks, but he was able to fuck and cum five times every evening. Jou really enjoyed his fucking, he wasn't as forceful as the stable men, he was more gentle like a girl and gripped her ass cheeks tightly only when he squirted. The 6 weeks flew by, one afternoon Jean came to Paulette and picked up Jou. They walked an hour to her mother's house, which Jou had already notified the day before with a stable groom on horseback, he was back within half an hour. Jean laughed affectionately when she told him about the stable grooms and little Paul.

The mother was overjoyed that she was back. It was a little awkward at first, but Jou broke through the awkwardness and told her mother and Jean at dinner that she was now going to be Jean's wife and that everything that had gone before was now meaningless. They prepared for the wedding together, there were a thousand things to do. Jean had borrowed a horse from the lordship and often spent hours on the road. He acted very secretive and only revealed that it was a surprise for the wedding. He kept an iron silence and revealed nothing.

Fleur was her bridesmaid, Jean had given her the travel expenses and a pretty dress. She slept next to them all week in her mother's marital bed. The wedding took place in the small chapel and Jou explained to Fleur what the devil's bell was all about and that one of the men who had rebuilt the chapel was her father. The chapel was full to bursting, some had to watch outside. The sun shone all day, and that was a good omen. When the storm blew or when there was no wind, but also the rain was considered a good omen for marriage. Divorces were unknown, if a woman was unhappy, she would run away with her lover. If a man was unhappy, there were plenty of beatings, or the woman drowned in the river. They went to the inn, where the keepers of three neighbouring inns and all the staff had prepared a feast for 170 guests, the whole village in fact. There was a typical Breton meal, huge pieces of roast meat, white bread, vegetables and buckets of the typical thin beer. People ate until the evening, drank until the barrels were empty and then the guests retired. Of course, many children were conceived that night, but that's not our topic now.

Jean had borrowed a gig, a two‐seater carriage from the lordship of the manor and took Jou for a ride, the mother and Fleur were already walking home. Jean stopped in front of the 'Lord Justice House' and they got off. It was the former home of a retired English judge who had lived here for the last few years of his life. It was a large, single‐storey stone house and was in very good condition, as Jean had had it renovated in recent weeks. There was a very large marble hall, 7 bedrooms for children and guests, a huge bedroom for the owners, there were 4 English flush toilets, which was still very rare 120 years ago, and 2 bathrooms with bath and shower and 2 washbasins each. There was no bidet, which was a French specialty that the English despised. It was only for whores who wanted to wash their pussy quickly and efficiently between two guests. In front of the house to the left and right was a space for herbs and vegetables, behind the house was a fenced‐in area of a good 2 thousand square meters.

Jou walked beside Jean through the whole house in amazement, she found a large kitchen and a large pantry. The whole house was empty, without furniture and without a speck of dust, as Jean had hired a bunch of girls to clean it the day before. The house was almost stately, the English Lord had not spared much. Jou stood in the marble hall with her Jean and was open‐mouthed in amazement. "What the hell is this!?" she exclaimed, although she had a vague idea.

"It's your house, our house. Count Armand paid for it, he fucked you on his desk for three years and I made him pay for it. We just have to ride to the notary in Brest next week and sign all the papers together, that's the law."

He said after a while, "you still have to arrange it to your liking, there's about 420 thousand Francs left, I'll need about 180 to 200 for the stables and the first horses." Jou asked, what horses? "I'm going to breed and sell horses, that's my job." Jou nodded, that was obvious, and then said, "I still have 130 thousand from father and son, as well as 80 thousand in gold from the count and his idiot of a son." The furnishings wouldn't cost that much, Jou said, and Jean reminded her that she didn't have to skimp or save, she should furnish the house finely, elegantly or, if you like, luxuriously. "Okay," nodded Jou, "I'll do my best." They went outside and sat down on a stone bench, the sun was shining magnificently and that was considered a good omen as we know.

"And maybe we'll sell your mother's poor, shabby hut and she'll live with us," said Jean, "she'll live a bit better and also relieve you of the household and the many children. And — perhaps Fleur will visit us more often. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave them to me, Juliette!"

"I've seen that you like fucking Fleur and I think of her as a big sister. We love each other very much, we've masturbated next to each other and with each other all these years. But my mother!?"

Jean scratched his head. "I'm not going to explain any further about the household and the children. Your mother is a few years younger than Fleur, but like Fleur, she really knows a thing or two about fucking. We used to fuck so often and so much, I can't complain. She still looks very pretty today and I suspect she hasn't forgotten how to fuck. The fact that she smells a bit strong is probably because she doesn't have a bath or a shower. I really, really want them, Fleur and Pernille, your pretty mother." Jean was silent, Jou was silent too. She was thinking.

"You men are so different from us women. I only love you and I only want you to fuck, others will be few and far between if we are separated for too long. But you want to jump several mares, even I innocent country bumpkin have realized that. But I'm only afraid of losing you and your heart to someone else, do you understand that?" Jou paused and couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

Jacques, the old horse, had come around the house, sniffing at Jean's trousers and Jou's bare legs. She lifted her dress up to her navel; Jacques shouldn't drool all over it. He sniffed at her pubic hair and licked her pussy twice and three times with his rough tongue. "Ewww!" exclaimed Jou, she wasn't afraid of horses of course, but his tongue tickled her. "You have a new admirer," grinned Jean, pointing with his chin at Jacques' cock. "Wow, it's big!" Jou exclaimed, but Jean waved it off. "It never gets completely hard, even when he's fucking it stays half hard." He told Jou about a widow in Remis‐des‐Anges who fucked her farm horse every Sunday morning, "Honestly, I've seen it myself!" The stupid beast never thought of fucking her. She had to fuck his soft cock herself until he squirted.

Jou interrupted him because she had thought of something else. "Tell me, Jean, have you ever heard of women who are above a woman but below a man, a completely normal man?" Jean didn't have to think long. "Yes, of course, they're ladyboys. Actually men who grow real breasts using some kind of herbs and whose character is or becomes very feminine. They're the most expensive whores in Paris, but I can't see anything desirable with fucking someone in the asshole!" Jou had listened in amazement. "Have you ever fucked one?" she asked, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. "No," Jean replied, "but I've seen it once. The count, Armand, sometimes let me ride along to Paris as a 'bodyguard', the road was full of highwaymen and the brothels themselves were not without danger. "We're both horse lovers," said the count, "and we can trust each other and look out for each other. Today I get a very special one, stay in the background and watch my back, the brothel father is a very sneaky one and I don't trust him." We went into the brothel, I kept discreetly in the background. The ladyboy came in, a really sweet Asian girl. The count fucked her in the asshole and rubbed her cock at the same time. The girl squirted and soon afterwards the count. In my opinion, the count only has a very small count, but he is very driven. — But why do you ask, my love?" Now she told him that she had seen a ladyboy at Armand's when she went out and that the count was fucking her in the asshole. She had seen that very clearly and also the ladyboy's big cock, which the count had just rubbed.

"Where were we?" Jou mused, "Oh yes, fucking Fleur and my mother. And that I don't want to lose you!" Jean nodded rather glumly. "It's just that sometimes we men want to fuck someone else, but I'll only ever love you! Always! And look, with most women my cock doesn't go all the way in, it's fucking with the brakes on. Having a big cock has some disadvantages. Fleur, Pernille and you too in the meantime, I can penetrate really deep and fuck to my heart's content, it's really a pleasure!" Jean remained silent, waiting for Jou's "okay".

She didn't answer straight away. "What have we been talking about all this time? About horses, the pussies and fucking sisterly and motherly pussies. I'm definitely going to start a big library in our home with all the works about King Arthur, the knights in their shining armor, fighting with lance and sword in chivalrous combat for the favor of a fair maiden ..."

Jean sighed and shook his head. "The shining armor didn't exist until a thousand years later, the fair maiden only gave them a handkerchief or let them kiss her fingertips. Only the mares or the sheep were available for fucking. So much for that." Jou rolled his eyes, "We finally had something like a cultivated conversation, but it quickly descended into fucking. We still have a lot of work to do on that."

"Speaking of fucking, can you imagine that, Fleur and your mother?" Jean was very eager to hear Jou's answer. Jou knew the answer, but her heart ached. "I'll sleep in the small room tonight, you can share the big bed with her and Fleur." Tears welled up in her eyes, Jean took her face in both hands and kissed the tears away. "On the contrary! Fleur will share the small bed with your mother, it's our wedding night!"

Jou managed to smile again. "But be prepared for something! I had to kiss a hundred women and just as many men today! Most of them grabbed my butt, but I smiled at them: 'it's all Jean's now!" Jou smiled seductively and Jean kissed her.

They celebrated Pernille's 45th birthday in the garden, Fleur was also there and the three children, the 6‐year‐old twins Adam and Eva and Bernice, who was a year younger, were playing in the grass. Pernille had moved in with them, she had helped Jou to furnish the house and took great care of her grandchildren. Fleur stayed for 5 to 6 weeks every year, Madame Majordomus had been buried and now she was the Sunday woman. She liked that, because when she woke Count Armand on Sunday mornings, he had a nice big morning wood, bigger than after breakfast on weekdays. She rode him for half an hour with much more pleasure than on the edge of the desk and triggered her orgasm with her finger after he had cum. She had trained fat Gertrude as a substitute and had schooled her for a few Sundays, making sure the fat Dutch cook did everything right. She gave her 4 gold francs for every Sunday when she went to Brittany.

Fleur slept with Pernille and the two of them fucked the hell out of each other. They were both endowed with strong lesbian urges. Fleur had often seduced Jou into lesbian lovemaking in Paris, but Jou wasn't a lesbian at all. Fleur was also very diligent on vacation and used her nimble fingers to furnish and decorate the house even more. Once a week, she rode into town with Jou to buy new books.

Pernille gave the three children lessons four times a week, teaching them the written French language, nature and science lessons, reading, writing and a bit of arithmetic. When the sun was shining, she took the children down to the riverside where they bathed and splashed around with the neighboring children. Of course, Pernille also went into the water naked, she loved the cool water. Of course, she showed the children her jewels and explained everything in detail. She smiled when 6‐year‐old Adam played with the neighbor's daughter, who was twice his age, and both the girl and Adam squealed with delight. Of course he couldn't squirt yet, but Pernille had pulled his cock out as he triumphantly finished fucking the bigger girl, and lo and behold, Adam's cock squirted a few drops! Just a few drops, but he squirted! It was an interesting discovery, and Pernille was now starting the enlargement spell. She was not yet a true Wiccan, her mother had taught her a great deal before she became pregnant. She made the paste and rubbed it onto the little one's cock. She sucked and licked the cock and muttered the old spells, she sucked and licked him, until some drops squirted in her mouth. But she wouldn't let him play her fucking, that would come later, when he could already squirt, she put the boy off till later. His sisters paid close attention to the cock licking and memorized the long spells in the old language.

Jou had insisted without wavering after the wedding that Jean sleep with her every night. Every night. She was adamant about it. She did, however, smilingly allow him to sneak over to Pernille or Fleur in the morning and work off his morning wood. She lay in bed smiling and listened to Pernille's soft cries, especially as she could stroke her clit in peace. She had crept to the door a few times and watched the two of them fucking. But when Fleur came to visit, she watched eagerly the two women fucking. They rubbed their clits really hard at first and lay on top of each other in a well practiced way, fucking each other's souls out with clit‐on‐clit fucking. It was an intoxicating sight, as they were both very well practiced at it.

10 years later Adam was 16, a very good horse groom and was a great help to Jean with the dozen horses. He had been allowed to fuck Pernille for 6 years now and she was very pleased, his cock was growing beautifully and would soon rival Jean's. Pernille knew that neither Eva nor Bernice had a hymen by birth and had not yet had a period, yet she taught all three children the use of the lunar calendar. She often saw Adam sneaking into the girls' room at night and she could assume that he was fucking his sisters, the guy, but she didn't say a word. Adam had once gone into the master bedroom in the afternoon and there was his mother Juliette sprawled naked on the bed, masturbating. He curiously lay down next to her and mounted her when she was already far away. He fucked her thoroughly and squirted right into her orgasm. The orgasm subsided, Jou came to her senses and read him the riot act. He must never do that again, she didn't want it and it was cheating on the father! He would never fuck her again. He was happy when Aunt Fleur came on vacation to them, the two women liked to be fucked by the strong boy and let him watch them make lesbian love.

No one could have guessed at the time that the First World War would soon break into their Breton idyll.

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