Lucien, a Murderer

"I'll be ready soon, Mom!" Luc breathed in Florence's ear. His mother Florence nodded, she felt his warm juice squirting and running into her pussy hole. They had cuddled, snuggled and smooched like every evening. After a quarter of an hour, Luc's stiff little cock found its way into her pussy hole. Now he let his juices flow in, exhausted he let his head sink onto her breasts. "I'm done, Mom!" he whispered and gasped for air. For years they had played this erotic game before falling asleep, which ultimately ended sexually. Luc's cock had grown really big during puberty, he had started to not only let his juices flow in like before, he had started to squirt inside rhythmically. She held his buttocks and pressed him against her, but she knew he still didn't want to fuck her.

Florence was 28, she had had Luc very young. It was her father, with whom she had slept since her mother's death, who gently and considerately deflowered the little girl and then fucked her every night. They lived like husband and wife and Florence loved her father more than anything, he was her hero, her lover, her husband. She was heavily pregnant with his child when the king sent him to war against Navarre. She received his belongings along with the news of his heroic death in the name of the king. Less than two weeks later, Lucien was born, and she gave him the first name of his father and grandfather. Although she came from a noble family, she lived in extreme poverty. She supported herself and Luc by selling her body from time to time, which was not unusual in Paris at the time.

She did not consider herself a prostitute. Many her age who were unmarried had no other option than to sell themselves for a few silver coins. If you were lucky, a rich man or a high cleric would take the bait, and she would get a gold coin. That would last you almost two months. She could only afford a modest room in a modest house. Little Luc lay at her breast when she was being fucked by a customer. The customers added an extra silver coin, she had a baby to care for. She breastfed Luc until he was 6, it didn't do him any harm and her milk only dried up after 6 years.

The two of them always played this game to get to sleep. They stroked and tickled each other, he sucked and bit her teats very lightly and wiggled like the customers lying on top of her. The world was so simple, they cuddled and snuggled for a quarter of an hour, as Luc's little boy's cock had already been stiff for a quarter of an hour. As far back as he could remember, he had stuck his stiff thorn into Mama's pussyhole, then he stopped and they held each other tightly in an embrace. "Just let it flow, little darling," said Florene to her little son, and he let it flow. It was such a nice game, he saw a flash and then his juice ran into the cunthole. After the birth, Florence had learned from the midwife how to calculate her fertile days. On these days she didn't take any customers into her room and didn't let Luc flow in her. He knew that she was afraid of the cuddling game on these days and that she took his little cock in her mouth and let him flow in her mouth. He was fine with it, what did he know about conception and contraception?

Florence had explained to him exactly how children were made and how women masturbated. His eyes widened when she showed him how she masturbated and had an orgasm. He liked that because she masturbated every evening after the cuddling game, he sucked, licked and bit her teats very lightly when she masturbated. She loved that very much, she had told him that. He also loved it when it flashed before his eyes and he squirted into mom's pussy hole, she had explained it to him very precisely. He played in a corner of the room when a customer came home with Mom. He had seen it a thousand times already how the customer fucked Mom and quickly left again. She had explained to him that she only let herself be fucked if she couldn't have a second baby. That was fine with Luc, he had seen many babies, ugly, red‐faced screamers, he didn't need one of those.

Luc naturally asked about his father. His mother told him that he had died in the war against Navarre. He began to hate Navarre and the war in which his grandfather, his mother's father, had also died. When he grew up, he would go to Navarre and cut off everyone's heads, he was sure of that. After all, they had stabbed his father and grandfather with their long swords. They deserved to have their heads cut off!

Florence had never been to school, she had learned to read and write from her father. Now it was the case that she didn't have enough money to send Luc to school. She taught him to read and write herself when he was 5, they read the daily newspapers together and of course she explained to him everything that was going on in the world and in the city. Most of these pamphlets were full of hatred or contempt for "the others". So she gradually explained to him that they had a king and a queen, that there was a large army where the soldiers fought against this or that enemy. That there was a people, that there were a few rich people who were called the nobles and that there was also the other people who were starving and had no money and that they were something in between, noble and destitute.

The king had died, there was a new king. They both had to travel to Reims to bury the old king and to see the coronation of the new king. All of the nobles, rich and poor, had to go there. Mama had packed a travel bag with their best clothes and they rode in the back of horse‐drawn carts, piece by piece to Reims. They were on the road for almost a week, sleeping in barns because they had no money for an inn. Mama had wisely saved some money so that they could buy enough food on the way. Luc was very excited, it was a real adventure! He had never spent the night in a barn, never slept in a stable. It was just a shame that the animals in the stable didn't sleep peacefully at night and made a lot of noise.

Finally they arrived in Reims. The huge cathedral towered over the big city. Luc's mouth fell open, he had never seen anything as big as the cathedral. Florence said that one day they would be in the cathedral, at the mass when the old king was buried. And again the next day when the new king was crowned. After that they would go back home to their little room. Luc's feet soon hurt because they went from pillar to post until they found a place to sleep in a small hall. Luc was already exhausted and was asleep in Florence's arms when they got there. She laid him down in the straw and fell asleep next to him.

They both woke up when the first person came into the dormitory. It was a big, rough man. It was midsummer and unbearably hot. The man stripped naked and lay down in the straw opposite them. Soon he spread his legs, rubbed his cock unashamedly for a while and squirted high into the straw. Luc whispered quietly to Mama. She explained to him that some men didn't have a woman to squirt into and rubbed themselves with their fists to squirt. Luc nodded, Mama was probably right. She was very clever and knew almost everything. The dormitory gradually filled up. A young couple lay next to them, they cuddled and snuggled for almost an hour. Luc knew this of course and watched attentively. The young woman cast a pleading look at Florence as her husband mounted her. Florence hugged Luc tightly, but the boy knew how the fucking goes. Most of the people in the dorm sat up and watched the couple fucking. The young man had pulled his pants down to his knees and the girl's skirt up over her perky breasts. They were still very young and inexperienced at fucking. The people around could see exactly how he stuck his stiff cock into her pussy hole and immediately fucked her. Luc didn't understand exactly why so many spectators were rubbing their cocks. None of the women were playing with their pussy or clit. Strange. The young man fucked his girl and they kissed endlessly until he had finished squirting. Then they continued to cuddle and he fucked his girl a second time. The girl looked into Luc's eyes full of despair, then she closed her eyes as the orgasm flooded her. The very next neighbors were also watching, but the young couple continued to fuck until he finally squirted. After a short break they cuddled again, he mounted his girl for the third time, they fucked for an eternity until he squirted. Then it was very quiet, everyone was asleep. Luc lay down on Florence, he wanted to cuddle and snuggle. She opened her dress and let him lie on her naked body and the game began. She whispered that they had to be completely silent, Luc nodded and played silently with Mom. He looked at the couple next to them, who were sleeping with exposed genitals in a tight embrace. Finally he stuck his stiff cock in her pussy hole and let it run in. "I'm ready, Mom!" he whispered, then they fell asleep.

The celebrations were very exciting, Luc thought. They had put on their best clothes and stood in the crowd for hours. At the front of the cathedral people were busy, walking back and forth, and at the back a large choir sang beautiful songs. The songs at the funeral were so sad that Luc had to cry the whole time, it touched his heart so much. But many adults also cried, because the old king had been very popular. He had sent thousands of soldiers to their deaths, but no one held that against him anymore. People would much rather remember the lavish parties in the Palace of Versailles or the cheerfully trumpeted hunts that the king loved so much.

The coronation the next day was endlessly boring, Luc thought. People whispered and laughed quietly, no one was sad. An endless line of nobles knelt before the king and presented his sword with both hands as an oath of allegiance. Luc saw the cathedral from the inside for the second time. They had managed to get a seat and Luc was sitting on Florence's lap. He had exposed one of her breasts and was absentmindedly sucking on her teat. Nobody was paying any attention to them. He looked up at the ceiling of the Gothic cathedral. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He saw the many beautiful angels frolicking up there. He could almost see them talking, these statues were so alive. Mama whispered back, No, they couldn't talk, they were made of stone. It was over in the late afternoon. They went to the dormitory at sunset.

Florence stopped, the rough man grinned at her and continued to rub his cock. Florence looked around and stood directly in front of the man. She lifted her skirt and let him see her pussy. The man grinned and stared at her pussy with his tongue stuck between his lips. He rubbed himself very, very fast and squirted. Florence nodded at him when he had squirted. Then she lay down on the straw and let Luc play the cuddling game. At the end he stuck his erect cock in her cunthole and let his juice run into it. Florence whispered to Luc that she had become very hot when she saw the horny man and his squirting and that she had to rub herself right away, but she was embarrassed to do it in front of so many people. Luc shrugged. They didn't know any of these people. They wouldn't hear if they were talking about her behind her back. Florence was already really hot and gave in. She lifted her skirt, let her knees fall apart and rubbed her clit in full public. Of course everyone was watching, some came very close and sat down to watch Florence masturbate. Men and women masturbated, grinning and squirting. They were distracted at least, when the young couple next to them started fucking. All eyes were on the couple fucking, no one looked closely as Florence's finger continued to rub her clit.

Florence had started talking to the girl and found out that they were half‐siblings. They had only found out recently, and they were already lovers. Florence had asked Luc to sit in front of her so that those around her didn't see her masturbating. She looked at the brother's big cock, which he was pushing into his sister's little pussy hole. This stimulated Florence's imagination a lot, she fantasized about being fucked as his sister. She had lifted up her skirt and was masturbating hard behind Luc's broad back. She came to orgasm at the same time as her sister, the orgasm was powerful and strong. She looked over, the brother was in the finale and was fucking his sister with powerful thrusts. All three of them needed a break, then the brother fucked his sister again. Florence looked at his cock, his thrusting triggered her horniness again. She masturbated and saw her sister running towards orgasm. She climaxed at the same time as his sister, and if she had reached out she could have touched the brother's thrusting cock. But then it was over.

Luc noticed that Florence had finished masturbating and was modestly pulling down her skirt. He lay down on top of Mom, he really needed the cuddling game. His cock had become stiff as he watched the couple fucking and Florence masturbating out of the corner of his eye. That was more than enough of a turn‐on and he quickly stuck his cock in Florence's pussy hole because he had to squirt right away. The next day they went home, after 4 days they were back home.

The next year was completely unspectacular. Florence collected silver and gold coins, she was not ugly like so many others, the men liked to go with her. But one stood out in particular. An aristocrat, rich and paying in gold coins, but he was a rough and brutal guy. Florence reassured Luc that she didn't mind if the rough guy hit her after fucking. Luc always wanted to intervene, but Florence held him back. The rough guy always gave 3 gold coins, which was a lot of money. But Luc could no longer stand the guy beating up his mother.

The catastrophe did not come quietly, but with a loud bang and beating. Florence was bleeding from her nose and mouth when the guy finally let go of her. She lay on the pillows, dazed and close to fainting, when she saw a shadow scurry past behind her tormentor. It was Luc who grabbed the monster's dagger and rammed it into his throat. The guy fell over like a sack of potatoes, blood spurted from his neck and he was dead in seconds. Luc stood over him like an animal ready to pounce. Florence screamed like mad and jumped up immediately. Luc hugged her protectively, they both stared silently at the dead man. Thoughts raced through Florence's brain.

Luc was no longer a child. They would behead him on the guillotine. But she could claim emergency and self‐defense, they would not behead her. She pulled herself together. She told Luc insistently what would happen next, what he should say, what he should not say. She would present it as self‐defense, so the punishment would certainly not be so bad. It took Luc a few minutes to understand it. She ran behind him into the street and called for help. The gendarmes came quickly, she told her story three or four times, she made no mistake. She told Luc where he would find money in the room and was taken away. Since there was a dead person, the trial was carried out quickly. Florence could have been acquitted, but two of the three judges despised her because she worked as an unregistered prostitute. She had to go to prison for a year and a half.

Since Luc was not yet 18, he was put in an orphanage. Every week he was allowed to visit Mama in La Salpetriere prison for a quarter of an hour. But she was not doing badly, she had settled in and lived according to the rules of the institution, but also according to the unwritten rules of the crooks. At 17, Luc was one of the older ones, but he always said, "I'm not the leader of anything!" and behaved like that. He was more of a loner, he didn't cause any trouble for the staff and didn't take part in any of the stupid actions of his male colleagues. The only thing that interested him and that he was fully into was fucking. Fucking the staff was not a good idea, the staff chose their victims themselves. But he approached all the girls. First he fucked the ones his own age, then the younger ones. Most of these girls were completely perverted and let themselves be fucked. There was rivalry and competition, but Luc didn't take part in any of that. He just made sure that a willing girl was waiting for him at night.

One of the older girls was very into Luc. She pushed herself forward, fucked him as often as she could. Of course he fucked her as often as he could, but he didn't return her fervent, lustful feelings. She couldn't accept that. So one night she came to him with a young, frightened child, triumphant. "This is Remy, she's brand new here. She's still a virgin and I thought I'd give her to you as a gift. You can be the first to fuck her, to deflower her. Well, what do you say?" He looked at Remy, then at Madelaine, his stalker. "Okay," Luc said slowly, "I'll accept her as a gift. I'll remember who gave her to me, Madelaine!" She made a terrible curtsy and pulled away with an ugly grin.

Luc hugged Remy very kindly and said gently, "I won't hurt you, don't be afraid of me. I'll give you enough time before we fuck, okay?" Remy nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "You're a nice man, Luc!" she said, "I'm not afraid of you. But you definitely want to fuck me, right?" Luc nodded. "When you're ready." Remy told her about her family, about her mother who had died a year ago and her father who didn't want to deflower her, she was too young in his opinion. He let her do it with her fist and loved to squirt in her mouth. But he wanted to wait another year or two before they fucked. Now her father was dead too, run over by a horse‐drawn carriage. Remy said she would like to do it with her fist and he could squirt in her mouth too. Luc nodded, that was a good idea. They lay naked on their bed in the girls' dormitory, Remy masturbated him with her fist and let him squirt in her mouth. He wasn't finished yet, said Luc after he had squirted, he needed it again. Remy did it to him a second and then a third time. She had gotten really hot, but he had to go back to the boys' quarters, he couldn't stay and watch her masturbate.

The next evening he went with her again. She told him how hard she had had to masturbate yesterday, she had gotten so hot and horny. She was now ready to fuck him. She had been pestering her father for half a year because she wanted to be deflowered and fucked. "Okay," said Luc, "if you really want it, I'm fine with it!" A whole crowd of girls surrounded Remy's bed, there was a deflowering to gawk at! It didn't bother him, but Remy was quite frightened because so many girls were watching. He lay on top of her and told her to steer his cock and hold it afterwards in her hand, that felt very good. Remy steered his cock, it pushed through her hymen with a quick jerk and Remy let out a tiny little scream. Luc paused and asked if it hurt a lot? Remy shook her head, no, she was only frightened for a moment, it didn't hurt at all. Luc looked into the girls' circles and fucked Remy for a very long time, probably 20 minutes. She held his cock with her hand while he was fucking her, which made her very horny. Most of the girls had left when he came into Remy's pussy hole. Then he lay next to her, breathing heavily and gasping for air.

After the second fuck and after the third, Remy kissed him for a very long time. "You are my first man and my favorite!" she whispered softly. During the third fuck, which lasted a long time, the bell rang, in five minutes all the girls and boys had to be in their dormitories. He squirted as fast as he could and told Remy, who was showering him with kisses, that she would have to make sure she had contraception if she wanted to stay with him. She should ask the women in the kitchen, they were nicer and more reliable than the educational staff. Then he ran down to the boys' quarters.

Of course, Luc visited his mother every week at the Salpetriere. After a few weeks, he told her about Remy, as much or as little as he knew about her. Florence had lost all her fat, but she was in good spirits. She would be out in six months, that's what the friendlier guards had said, and they had to know. Luc said that he had only taken a handful of silver coins from her treasure so far, everything else remained well hidden.

He and Remy remained an inseparable couple. He had to fuck Madelaine now and then, almost out of gratitude, but he left no doubt that his heart belonged only to Remy. Everyone accepted that he lay with Remy every evening and fucked her until the bell rang. Even Madelaine gave in, she couldn't win him back, she turned to other victims of her ardent desires. But it took more than 6 months before Florence told him, beaming with joy, that she would be released the following Sunday. He checked out of the orphanage, said goodbye to Remy with a heavy heart and picked Florence up from the Salpetriere on Sunday morning.

They stayed in bed for two days. They didn't smooch, they didn't snuggle. They cuddled and fucked like a couple who hadn't seen each other for ages. Florence had missed fucking more than she thought. In the Salpetriere she had to masturbate all days and all night and she told Luc that she never wanted to masturbate again, only fuck. That was of course a hasty statement, but it was completely understandable.

Florence told him that she had learned lesbian sex in the Salpetriere, that was something particularly fine! She sometimes had a cellmate who could and wanted to do that. She had learned it and found the clit‐to‐clit fucking wonderful, even though you had to twist yourself acrobatically. She described it to Luc as best she could. And she was determined to do it sometimes in the wild, too; she would keep an eye out and let him watch. After a week, she went out hunting for men again and earned silver and gold coins again.

It only took a few weeks for Florence to get the hang of it. There were enough rich, bored women who would pay for good lesbian sex. It wasn't difficult for her to find customers. She brought the first woman with her and only had to explain why Luc was there. The customer was already hot and horny like yellow monkey shit and didn't give a damn about Luc. She wanted to be fucked by Florence, now, immediately, without further ado! Florence undressed the distinguished older lady and got into bed with her. The lady smelled incredibly good, Luc noticed as he lay down with the ladies. The distinguished lady moved away a little, she wanted to be fucked by Florence! Luc smiled, "but of course, Madame! I'm practically not even here, don't pay any attention to my cock, Madame!"

Florence unfolded her wings, she sold clitfucking for the first time for two gold coins! The lady was not ugly, she was well‐groomed and smelled good. Florence and Luc had also bathed that morning as every day, albeit in the shared bathroom. Florence laid herself out for Madame, who had never done it before. Florence rubbed her own clitoris until it was stiff and hard. Then she placed her clit on Madame's clit and began to fuck her. Luc was very excited, it looked incredibly great! The lady closed her eyes and whispered that she hadn't been fucked for a long time! Florence gave it her all, she fucked the lady so much that the lady soon no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. The lady screamed softly as the orgasm overcame her, but Florence carried on and fucked her until she herself had an orgasm, only then did she let go of Madame. Luc stroked the old woman's pussy, her clit was stiff and hot again. Without asking her for long, he fucked her. The lady screamed at first, but then she let herself sink back and be fucked. Luc fucked her for another 20 minutes after she had come immediately and Florence touched Madame's clit. She immediately triggered her orgasm while Luc squirted powerfully into the old woman. Florence helped the lady to get dressed again. Unusually, the lady thanked both Florence and Luc with a kiss on the cheek before she left.

The ladies all paid with gold coins. Florence was already considering moving to a larger, more beautifully located apartment. Luc visited Remy in the orphanage every few weeks. His girl was not doing badly, she had mourned him for a long time, but her heartache was over. Like all the other girls, she now had the whole fraternity in front of her and fucked her way through the beds. Luc took her for a walk in the garden and listened to her. He was a little sad that he couldn't take her out of the orphanage. When she was 18, she would serve as a maid of all trades, for everything in a rich household like all the other girls. Remy giggled stupidly when she said "girl for everything". You know exactly what that means, girl for everything. For everyone, she said giggling. Before Luc left, he gave her a handful of silver coins that Florence had earned. Remy was a little embarrassed, but finally took the money.

Luc and Florence fucked every night. Florence also bathed every evening, she wanted to meet Luc clean and not infect him with God knows what. They both felt that her self was something completely different than at fucking for money. Only very rarely did a customer fuck so well that she felt something different or horny, but she could never have an orgasm, they were paying customers, not lovers. When it seemed necessary, she faked an orgasm, and of course it was Oscar‐worthy. But with Luc it was completely different, she didn't fake anything. Either she had an orgasm, which happened again and again, or she triggered the orgasm with her finger after fucking him. But she didn't need to put on a show for him.

Luc often talked about it. He had killed a man and it was actually self‐defense, but he didn't have to pay for it. He had only been sentenced to one and a half years in an orphanage, where he actually had a pretty good life. Florence had been sent to the Salpetriere for one and a half years for manslaughter, even though she hadn't done it. Florence didn't like to talk about the subject. She had sat it out so as not to lose him to the guillotine forever, that was a small price to pay. And she had learned something there that she could now use professionally and that earned her a lot of gold coins.

Luc kept fit and ran for half an hour every morning in the Jardin de Luxembourg before he bathed and had breakfast. Sweating for half an hour was good for his body, but it was also good for him mentally. When he ran, he could think well. For example, that he had never fucked Florence before the Salpetriere. Only afterwards did they fuck, without talking about it any further; it was somehow natural. He had actually learned to fuck in the orphanage because it was completely normal there. The girls in the orphanage didn't make a big fuss; each of them was happy to get one of the few boys to fuck; that was also quite normal there. The fact that the girls learned contraception from the cooks was quite natural because the cooks were much nicer than the staff, who only cared about whom of the orphan girls they could fuck that night. All female staff were lesbians. That was also quite normal there.

Luc liked to remember the time before the Salpetriere. He had been cuddling and snuggling with his mother for as long as he could remember, and it was very nice. He had always been able to squirt, and she patiently let him let his juice run into her. She would have let him fuck her, too, she had always loved him. But he was obviously not ready to fuck, just let his juice run into her pussyhole when it flashed before his eyes, and that was all he wanted from Florence at the time. Somehow, for him, fucking was part of being an adult, he only saw adults fucking Florence. He only became an adult at 17, when he stabbed the customer. He had to be an adult from one minute to the next and lie to the police without making a single mistake to protect himself and his mother from something worse.

Florence brought a woman or a girl with him every day who wanted to be fucked. Although Luc had watched it for years, it was always exciting and thrilling. Not a single customer complained that he was lying with them as a young man. Luc couldn't get enough of watching, the women fucked very differently, their orgasms were always different and unique. Hardly any of them refused when he fucked them afterwards, many even let themselves be fucked twice and some very young girls even three times in a row. There were at most half a handful who didn't want to be fucked and Luc respected that. He never, ever wanted to force or rape a woman, that was far from his intention. But fucking the women who had just let Florence fuck them and had wonderful orgasms was something very special. Most of them were surprised at first when he mounted them, but then they were happy to join in. They were still so full of beautiful emotions and horny, that many of them had beautiful and honest orgasms when they were fucked. Neither Florence nor he were fooled by fake orgasms, that was clear. He fucked them all, the young and the old, the thin and the fat, the lesbians and the happily married. The latter in particular loved to fuck, they had already had a lot of practice. That were very happy times, both Florence and he experienced those months, those years full of lust and sex.

Luc eventually got tired of hanging on Florence's coattails. No, he still wanted to fuck her, but he didn't do anything with his life, eating and fucking, that wasn't a real activity. He wanted to work professionally, earn money himself. Not because they needed it, Florence earned much more than they needed for daily life. He kept talking to her about it. She wasn't yet 30, she was pretty enough to fuck all the women and sometimes men, but she had to put the money aside because when she was older she wouldn't be able to earn money from fucking. It took Florence a long time to understand his thoughts and that he was right. She nodded and saved every gold piece for later. She was very happy that he wanted to work. He should organize his work so that he didn't miss out on fucking too many beautiful young girls, she said with a smile, but Luc knew that she was serious.

Luc found work and one with good prospects at that. He was apprenticed to a notary. Notaries were highly respected and earned good money. The notary was only three streets away, a five‐minute walk. And he was carefully tested on how well he could read and write, which was important. He was also good at calculating with small numbers, but he would learn how to deal with large numbers, percentages and so on. The old notary, Monsieur Messier, liked him very much at first sight and that was precisely why he was hired. The notary's daughter, Perrine, ran the office with two female scriveners, and Luc knew after the interview that he would fuck both Perrine and the scriveners, one day, when the time was right. The notary had mentioned in passing that he could not give the office to Perrine because only men could be notaries. Luc went home elated and reported to Florence. She listened to his report. "Just be careful. Be slow with the fucking, don't conquer, let yourself be seduced. Women who conquer a man themselves are much more compliant and nicer when they break up than those who have been conquered by a man. They'll bite you to death!" Luc remembered her words and stuck to them strictly, for his own good.

Luc learned quickly and skillfully. Perrine was a well‐trained lawyer who was not allowed to practice. So she took the young man under her wing and taught him the law. He came to work on time every morning and went home after 6 hours without a break, for a late lunch. From the very beginning, he dictated to the scriveners, he didn't want to waste his time with writing. The notary took him to his heart and taught him to the best of his knowledge. So did Perrine. Luc kept his distance and only showed professional interest. Perrine was not married, had no lovers and, as he would later discover, was completely sexually inexperienced and a virgin, a regularly masturbating virgin.

He didn't miss much at home. In the mornings Florence was out hunting, as she called it, and by the time they were fucking in the afternoon, Luc was already home. He fucked Florence's girls and women with great pleasure, he fucked so many that it made him tired. He had to take a nap before dinner to recharge his batteries. But he loved these things, watching Florence fuck a woman or a girl to madness. And then fuck the girl to his heart's content, as his heart desired. Florence wrote down all the names and addresses in order to build up a solid client base. It could all be so simple.

Perrine took a long time, over two years. She too knew that her father would leave his fortune to her and his law firm to him. She dreamed of him when she masturbated at night. She hadn't felt the need to do so very often before, but now she saw him every day, sat next to him and taught him, she smelled his masculine scent. She knew how clean he was and how he bathed every morning, but he didn't use perfume, he smelled of himself. She had no sexual experience, even as a child she had never heard or seen anything about sex. Her mother had died when she was still quite young, and her father was a serious man, didn't let her sleep in his bed and never touched her inappropriately. He mourned his wife very much and kept stressing that he would never experience a similar love again. He hugged Perrine and kissed her, but when it came to sex, he had his own sources. Sometimes, she found out, he fucked his scriveners, the house maids and sometimes even customers. But he was very discreet and never revealed anything about it.

She had no idea how to get a man interested in her, how to seduce one, how to tie one to her. It was clear to her purely rationally that Luc de Laffitte was the best choice. Rationally, because he was the only man she knew. She was horrified to discover that she knew nothing about all these things. Nor did she have a best friend, someone she could have ask without losing face. Yes, her mother was Chinese, and during those few years Perrine had learned and internalized the meaning of losing face. She looked dazzling, but nobody told her this, only Luc. She was a beautiful Chinese woman, exotic and exciting. She was delicate and slim, she had no breasts to speak of and only a small, flat bottom. Luc was aware of how beautiful she was and that with a little makeup she would have outdone any French woman at a ball or banquet. But Perrine never wore makeup.

After two years of silent adoration and obsessive masturbation, Perrine acted rationally. There was not a single bed in the office. She rearranged her office and had a sofa installed. She told no one and would have just shrugged her shoulders. A sofa, so what!? She kept the reason to herself, not even Luc or her father found out anything. A sofa, so what!? She now arranged things so that she sat with Luc for the 6th hour and taught him intensively about the law. He had to learn a lot to pass the notary exam!

But actually she and her body got used to his presence. Luc was 26 and she was 31. Not the ideal distribution in terms of general ideas about age. But she knew what would happen next. She was thinking very rationally when she increasingly involved her father in the subject of aging, death and inheritance in the evenings. He had to be clear about three things. If he died too early, Luc would have no proof that he was trained. So he had to leave a letter to that effect to clear the way for Luc. He was also to stipulate what would happen to the firm after his death. She could inherit his fortune, yes, but she could not inherit his firm. And thirdly — and this did not need to be in writing — thirdly, she wanted his blessing to marry Luc. Her father's head jerked up. Marry? Why didn't he know about their relationship, why didn't Luc ask for her hand himself, as was proper? Perrine immediately stopped him. "He has no idea, Daddy," she said quietly, "he doesn't know yet how much I love him. We've never spoken about love or marriage. But I love him madly, and I've decided to marry him, it's my decision, not his, not yours. I want your blessing, that's all. And no, I have no idea how to go about it practically. I have no idea about all this love stuff, as you may still know!" Perrine leaned her head on his shoulder so that he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.

But Monsieur Messier remembered how it was with love. Perrine's mother was the same, she had decided to marry the dashing lawyer, not him. Monsieur smiled. "I'll gladly give you my blessing, my dearest daughter, very gladly! But we both know that you'll snatch him up, with or without my blessing!" He laughed harshly. "Mama was like that too, I'm not in the least surprised." He poured himself a glass of cognac and gave Perrine a glass of cognac too. "I still live with Mama, inside me, nothing has changed. She is always with me, funeral or not. And you will have noticed that I get sex for money. I am perhaps the most unreliable person you can get. I know how Mama got me. Firstly, she seduced me, seduced me sexually, and secondly, told me how much she loved me and thirdly, that she wanted to be my wife. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't even get a yes out. That's more or less how she did it, like a triple jump." Perrine smiled again. "If you had told me this earlier, Dad, I would never have put you on the hero's pedestal from which you will now inevitably fall. No, seriously, I thank you for your blessing. I know how old‐fashioned I am, but that is the first step, then comes the triple jump. Sexually seduce, confess my love and get married. It's actually quite simple, your recipe, Dad, and I kiss you for your wisdom!" she said and kissed him on the cheek like a daughter. "Dad, I confess, I need another cognac, a double one, please!"

The very next day, Monsieur had the two documents written, had Perrine read them and put them away in the top drawer of the desk. "I still feel far too healthy to talk about dying, but you did the right thing, Perrine!" Otherwise, he didn't let on that he was privy to Perrine's triple jump. She was completely rational. When they were sitting alone in her office, she asked Luc if he could tell her anything about sex. She had no idea, like a three‐year‐old child. Luc sat up straight. He was suddenly awake. How serious was she? But Perrine insisted that she was very embarrassed, but she wanted to hear it from him. Her mother hadn't told her because she had died far too early, and her father — she left the sentence open. An ice‐cold shiver ran down his spine. This wasn't a play, this wasn't a test, this was a friend asking the person she trusted most. His heart warmed.

Perrine had locked her office door like she did every day when she was not to be disturbed. So he described the cock and pussy, the fucking and the masturbating. She pricked up her ears. She had often seen her mother masturbating as a child, as he had described female masturbation, and since then she had done it too, every night, just once. One orgasm was enough to get her to sleep, said Perrine. She had done it much more often during puberty, but that was long over. She was 31 now and one orgasm was enough for her. So that was settled. Would he show her his cock? She had never seen one before, even in pictures and statues you only saw a fig leaf covering it. He nodded hesitantly, but he felt her childlike, honest trust. So he pulled down his pants. "Go ahead and touch it, it won't bite," he laughed. Perrine really saw a cock for the first time and reached for it. "It's warm and soft," she commented scientifically‐rationally. "Wait a while and hold it properly, it will grow." Luc explained the scrotum, the foreskin, the glans with the hole. "Yes, for pissing and squirting semen into the vagina, while fucking." She pulled the foreskin back a few times to inspect the glans closely. He looked at the grandfather clock. "We have to stop," he said, "Mom is probably already waiting for me with lunch!" While he was getting dressed again, she asked if she would show him how to squirt and how to fuck tomorrow? Luc nodded, well tomorrow then! He went home as quickly as he could.

Florence congratulated him on having waited for over two years without batting an eyelid. And now she was taking the initiative, that was good, because if they split up afterwards, she wouldn't bite him to death. Florence asked him to tell her again what he had said to Perrine. "So not a word about contraception, pregnancy and childbirth?" she said and he nodded. You can't cram everything into a single hour. But should he tell her about his juice flowing in her cunthole and the subsequent fucking? Orphanage? Remy? Florence thought about it. "If she wants to marry you, you should tell her, but not a day in advance!" she said with great seriousness. "I'm your mother and you're my son, and the fact that we fuck each other is socially rejected, frowned upon and forbidden by law. So not a day in advance!"

He was quite confused at work the next day. Perrine pulled him into her office half an hour earlier than usual and locked the door. They sat down on the sofa again as usual. "Squirting and fucking," said Perrine, "we stopped yesterday." He nodded, that was true. But first he had to address four topics, he said, deflowering, contraception, pregnancy and childbirth. Perrine fiddled with his fly and searched for his cock, childlike and completely uninhibited. Deflowering. He described it in detail and Perrine wanted to know if it hurt? He nodded, "I've deflowered many girls," he lied, "most of them have felt little more than a little prick, not even like a bee sting." Perrine nodded and pulled his cock out for good. "I'll hold it firmly in my hand again so it hardens," she said, because she was a rational person. He explained to her in broad terms about contraception and the connection to women's menstruation. "I had it very late, I was already 27," said Perrine. "Our family doctor explained my period and how to use the sanitary pad to me, thank God, otherwise I would have died of panic!" said Perrine. Luc felt his cock slowly hardening. He hurried to explain the pregnancy and the birthgiving. The childbirth was much worse than he was describing, but he didn't want to scare her too much. "And the baby really comes out from down there?" asked Perrine in disbelief. Yes, he said, through the pussy hole. It is very elastic and can expand so much that the head can come out, and the rest of the baby comes out without any problems. But the head causes a lot of terrible pain. Perrine nodded. "I can't imagine it, my pussy hole is very tight and almost completely closed." Luc nodded, "that's the hymen that is pierced during the first fuck, during the defloration." Perrine nodded. "Squirting and fucking, that was our topic today, wasn't it?" she interjected. "Okay," Luc admitted after a moment's hesitation, "that's right. You can rub my cock to make it squirt if you want," he finished the difficult cliff. "Okay," said Perrine, "what should I do?" He told her how to rub the foreskin firmly with her fist and she did it. Perrine did it as if she had always done it. Luc took out his handkerchief before he squirted. Perrine paused in surprise, but he said she had to keep rubbing until nothing more came. He was damn careful to squirt into the handkerchief, he didn't want to mess up his dark suit.

Perrine sighed deeply. "So that's the squirting, okay. Now comes the fucking!" But he said, "that a man needs a rest after squirting, and besides," his gaze slid to the grandfather clock, "I promised Mom I'd be on time today, yesterday's lunch got cold," he lied cheekily. "So tomorrow we'll fuck," murmured Perrine, and he added, "Tomorrow the deflowering and maybe the fucking, if the prick was bearable." Perrine nodded, "anything else?" Luc thought for a moment. "A towel to put under so we don't mess up the sofa, that would be smart." He quickly ran home.

Florence laughed broadly. "She did it with her fist? And you squirted in her mouth?" He hung his head. "I knew," he said in a joking tone, "that I had forgotten something important, the squirting in the mouth! Oh my God, how stupid she will think I am, I only squirted in my handkerchief because of the dark suit!" They both laughed heartily. "It's very good that you are taking it slowly! The poor child will be rolling around in bed with excitement! We women like to be excited and wait for something to happen!" They laughed until they almost roared. "No, Mama," he said, becoming serious again, "I don't want to laugh at Perrine's expense. She asked me in confidence, like a best friend. I'm not laughing at her, that would be a betrayal of our friendship." Florence stopped laughing too. "You're right, that was mean of me."

Luc ate ​​the dessert with relish. English vanilla pudding with raspberry jam. Florence asked what Perrine actually looked like. "Slim and delicate, no breasts, black shoulder‐‐length hair and a fine, noble face, a Chinese face." Florence's mouth remained open. "Perrine Messier, a delicate Chinese woman?" Luc nodded, what about, Florence? She answered, "A young lawyer had come to the Salpetriere, the Chinese Perrine Messier, she had interviewed the prisoners, how, where and what. Everything, she wanted to know everything. A pleasant, friendly person, that's why I remembered her name. She listened to everything and wrote it down, but of course nothing has changed." Luc thought about it, one stone fit the other. "And the same one did it to me today with her fist!"

The next day at work was a disaster, he knew that. Now it was he who pushed Perrine into the office. "We need more time for our project today," he explained. She closed the file on her desk and locked the door, then she came to the sofa. He asked her urgently if she really wanted to do it, because it reduced the chances of marriage if you were no longer a virgin. "Oh, come on," she said lightly, "I already know who I want to marry!" He looked into her beautiful brown‐gold almond eyes. "Well, if that's the case," he said a bit disappointed and slowly undressed. He nodded to her and told her to take off her clothes too. She had a beautiful, slim body, small round breasts and a small black bush towered over her pubic cleft. They lay down on the sofa, hugging each other tightly, on the white towel that she had placed under her small ass. "I don't want to hurt you, dear Perrine," he said, "but you will feel a little prick!" Perrine nodded, not bothered by the fact that he had spoken to her in a familiar tone. "I know, my dear Luc, I've remembered everything well and I'm not the least bit afraid." They looked calmly into each other's eyes and nodded to each other, then he got her ready.

He guided his cock into the entrance to her cunthole, where he immediately felt the hymen. With a quick jerk he penetrated, the hymen tore instantly. "A prick," smiled Perrine, "from a mighty big wasp!" she smiled as he pushed his cock deep inside. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, but she shook her head. He began to fuck her slowly and carefully. He lasted a long time, the squirt only came after 20 minutes. He pulled his cock out instantly, rubbed it and squirted on her belly. He continued to rub his cock until he had squirted everything out. "Why?" asked Perrine, slightly irritated. "This is the worst method of contraception of all," he said with a sigh, "but I don't want to make you a bastard, just like that!" Now she nodded, understanding. "You're still really horny from fucking," said Luc gently, "now you have to trigger your orgasm with your finger!" Perrine nodded obediently and masturbated very quickly. Her beautiful, smooth face twisted briefly into a grimace of pain, then she immediately relaxed and smiled into his eyes. He looked at the grandfather clock. "I have to go home, my love," he said warmly. She looked at him and asked, "Are we going to fuck again tomorrow?" He nodded. "If you bring a clean towel tomorrow, I know you want to fuck." He left quickly and she looked at the towel. A few small splatters of blood and his semen that had run down.

Florence gave him a warm hug when he told her. "She seduced you, she will never forget you, because you were her first husband." He asked her, somewhat thoughtlessly, if she still knew who her first one was, as she had fucked thousands? She said immediately, "It was your father, your grandfather, and it was on July 4th, 1842," she blurted out. He lowered his head. "Sorry, Mama, I didn't mean to offend you!" Florence nodded, "It's fine, Luc, you conquered a body today and you might lose your soul if she devours you, skin and hair. I don't know how much of her is Chinese or French." Luc was about to answer when there was a knock on the door. "She's much too early," said Florence, "you haven't eaten yet!" She opened the door and let the beautiful young lady in. He waved and said he would warm up his food and eat it, they should start now. During the meal he watched the girl and Florence slowly undressing and lying down next to each other. The girl stood up again, rummaged in her purse and put three gold coins on the bedside table. If she hadn't stood up he wouldn't have seen her wonderful Rubenesque figure. The women cuddled for a long time, he finished eating and put the dishes away. He lay down next to the cuddling women. "Madame de Montjuich, the wife of the Minister of War," whispered Florence and continued. "This is Lucien," she said between two long French kisses. The young Marquise gave him just a quick glance, and an even longer one at his cock. He couldn't suppress his grin, "and this is little Luc, Madame la Marquise," he smiled. She turned back to Florence with a smile and they cuddled for so long that Florence started to fuck her clit. The beautiful Marquise had one sighing orgasm after another until Florence orgasmed herself. Luc immediately leaned over the beautiful woman. "I was afraid you never asked, my little Luc," she smiled and let herself be fucked wonderfully, she was still very excited and horny from before and had another great orgasm just as Luc squirted inside. He was exhausted and sank onto the Marquise, he gasped for air and rolled up next to Florence. She stroked his hair. The Marquise stood up and let Florence dress her. She rummaged in her purse again and put three more gold coins on the bedside table. "For little Luc, I haven't been fucked as well as today in ages!" she exclaimed happily and relaxed, then she left with a bang.

Perrine brought a clean towel every morning and laid it on the sofa. Luc had marked in a book where contraception was described by counting the days after your period. Perrine took a rational approach and made a calendar. That's how Luc taught her how to squirt in her mouth, how to suck, lick and caress his cock with her tongue, and she read up on it in the clever book. He gave her Florence's regards. She was taken aback when he said that Florence knew her from the Salpetriere. He said that she had spent almost a year and a half in prison for manslaughter, a customer had beaten her half to death. He kept the whole truth to himself. "What, a customer? What does your mother actually do?" asked Perrine suspiciously. "She fucks rich women for three gold coins," said Luc dryly. But Perrine was stuck. "How can two women fuck?" she asked, confused. Luc said that they fuck each other with their clit, they fuck clit on clit. Perrine closed her eyes and imagined it. "You have to bend quite a bit," Luc added, "at least the person on top has to be very flexible. Mom is not yet forty and it's not difficult for her." Perrine opened her eyes and looked him straight in the eye. "It's OK with me," she said and never brought the subject up again.

Perrine had prepared Luc thoroughly for the notary examination. He was very nervous, but Perrine took his hand as they went to the examination. He passed with flying colours and received his diploma. Perrine's father called him into his office. Perrine stood at the window and pretended to look out onto the Champs Elisées. Monsieur picked up some documents. "It's amazing how beautiful the documents are, with these new typewriters!" he said, for his firm was one of the first to use typewriters. "Well. First, your appointment as a partner, dear Luc." He handed Luc the document. "Second, the change in the legal form of the company. My firm is now called 'Messier, de Laffitte and Partners', as you can see from the letterhead." The old notary paused for a long time. "Partner, this is Perrine for now. She has invested a considerable amount in our firm, Luc. Listen, she cannot be an Notary at the moment, but perhaps one day. She would be an excellent notary, believe me." Luc paid little attention to the documents. He had admired the typewriters at first, but they had simply become part of the daily business. He looked at the old man. "Thank you, sir, it is a very great honor! I promise to do my best to advance the firm. I swear that, by all that is holy!" So Luc became a notary and partner in the firm. His salary remained the same, but at the end of the year he received a decent chunk of profit sharing.

He invited Florence, Perrine and the maitre to the best restaurant in town. They got to know each other, with Florence only identifying herself as his mother and saying nothing about her livelihood. It was a very warm meeting, Perrine whispered to Florence, the Maitre to Luc about business.

Luc fucked Perrine every day or came in her mouth, she had learned to concentrate fully on her orgasm when fucking and it usually worked. Nevertheless, she masturbated after fucking because she had noticed how much Luc liked watching her. Luc still went home for lunch after 6 hours and in the afternoon fucked all the beautiful or ugly, lesbian or heterosexual girls and women with Florence. Of course he didn't tell Perrine about his double life, because she was the first person he fucked on the sofa every day.

Perrine waited a few more weeks before telling him how much she loved him.

And that she was going to marry him.

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