The feats of a little Don Juan

Having been a passerby for a long time and having nothing to express, I am posting a portion of the French author’s erotic literature, “The Feats of a Little Don Juan”, and if the guys like it, I’ll keep posting it.

(10-1A)

Summer came and my mother went to an estate in the country that had just belonged to us. My father stayed in town to look after the business, regretting that he could not persuade my mother to buy the estate.

“It is you who are going to buy the mansion,” he said; “you can go if you want to, but don’t make me go. But you watch, my dear Anna, I’ll sell it as soon as I can.”

“But… dear,” my mother said, “you can’t imagine how good the country air is for the children…”

“Gee, gee, gee,” my father snaps, looking at his notepad and picking up his hat, “I really shouldn’t have left you too much to it.”

My mother had gone to the country, just as she had said, to enjoy this temporary pleasure as quickly and as fully as possible.

She was accompanied by her younger sister, who was still in the womb, a maid, my second sister, who was a year older than me, and me, her only son.

We were happy to arrive at the country house locally known as “The Castle”. The “Chateau” is the former house of a wealthy farmer, which must have been built in the seventeenth century. The grounds were very spacious, but the rooms were so unusually arranged as to render the house comparatively unsuitable for habitation, for the structure was disorderly and winding. The rooms are not organized as in an ordinary house, but are divided by wide, dark corridors, winding aisles, and spiral staircases. In short, it was a real labyrinth, and it would take days to get the bearings of the house and recognize where the various rooms were.

The outbuildings, which were used as cattle pens and stables, were separated from the castle by a courtyard. Between the outbuildings there is a small chapel, which can be entered either from the courtyard or from the castle or the outbuildings. The chapel is intact.

It was formerly run by an abbot who lived in the castle, and the abbot was also responsible for saving the souls of the peasants who lived scattered around the castle.

The abbot had not been replaced since the death of the last lord of the castle. It was only on Sundays, holidays, and sometimes even on ordinary weekdays, in order to hear confessions, that one of the Capuchin monks from the neighboring monastery came to the chapel to recite the indispensable daily lessons for the good peasants.

When this Capuchin monk came, he always stayed for dinner and a room near the chapel was prepared for him to spend the night. My mother, my aunt, and the maid Kate were helped by a manservant and a maid from the administrator’s farm, and together they were responsible for preparing the room.

Since the food was almost all in the warehouse, my second sister and I had the right to play everywhere. We walked all over the castle, from the cellar to the attic. We played hide-and-seek around the pillars, or one of us would hide behind a staircase, wait for the other to come along, and then suddenly, with a loud roar, scurry out and startle the other.

The wooden stairs to the top floor were steep. One day I went down the stairs before my sister Berthe. I hid between the two fireplace chimneys, which were very dark, while the stairs were lit by a slot window toward the roof. As she came cautiously down the stairs, I scurried out, barking loudly like a dog. Bert, not knowing that I was hiding there, was so startled that she missed her footing, stepped short of a flight of stairs, and fell down the stairs, her head rushing down, with both feet still dragging on the stairs.

Of course, her skirt flipped up over her face, revealing both thighs. I smiled and walked over to her and saw that her shirt had flipped up above her navel along with her skirt. Berthe had set out to wear pants, and she told me later that it was because her pants were dirty and her bags hadn’t been unpacked yet. And so it was that I got my first chance glimpse of both of my sister’s bare thighs.

In fact, I’ve seen her naked, since I was made to bathe with her – in pieces – for the first few years. However, I had only seen her rear, or at best her side, because my mother and aunt always had us ass to ass when they bathed us. They were both very careful to keep me from peeking, and when they were dressing us, they made us put both hands in front of us.

On one occasion, Kate was severely reprimanded. Because one day, when she was bathing us instead of my aunt, she forgot to tell us to hold our hands in front of us. I was not to be touched by Kate in any way; it was either my mother or my aunt who bathed me. When I sat down in the big tub, they said to me, “Roger, you can take your hands off now.” And, as you can imagine, it was always one of them who soaped and scrubbed me.

My mother’s principle was that children should be treated as children for as long as possible, so that’s what was always done.

At that time, I was thirteen and my sister Berthe was fourteen. I knew nothing of love, nor even of the difference between men and women. However, when I was naked in front of the women, when I felt the delicate hands of women rubbing and touching me, I had a strange feeling. I remember very well that whenever my Aunt Margaret washed and scrubbed my lower body, I had an indefinable strange and especially pleasant feeling. I noticed that my penis suddenly became hard, like a piece of iron, and instead of hanging down as it had been before, the head stood up. I instinctively moved closer to my aunt, stretching my stomach as far as I could in front of her.

One day when this was happening again, my aunt Margaret blushed all at once, making her face even more lovely and attractive. She noticed that my little plaything was up, but pretended to see nothing of it, and signaled to my mother, who had bathed first with us. At the time, Kate was washing Bert, but she noticed immediately. However, I had long ago realized that she preferred bathing me rather than my sister, and never missed an opportunity to help my mother and aunt bathe me.

Now she wanted to see what was going on, too. She craned her head around to take a big look at me, while my aunt and my mother were squeezing. My mother was wearing a petticoat, lifted above her knees so she could cut her nails. She let me see her pretty, fleshy feet, her sturdy tummies and her white, rounded knees. The sight was as exciting to me as being touched by my aunt.

My mother probably understood immediately because she blushed and dropped her petticoat. My mother and aunt laughed, and Kate burst out laughing, only to be stopped by a glare from my mother and aunt. But she smiled and apologized, “Bert always giggles when I rub that spot with a hot sponge, too.” My mother sternly told her to shut up.

It was at this point that the door to the shower opened and my oldest sister, Elizabeth, walked in. She was fifteen and in high school.

(10-1B)

Though my aunt rushed to drape a shirt over my nakedness, Elizabeth had time to see it, which embarrassed me greatly. For, if I had no shyness before Bert, I would not like to be seen naked by Elizabeth, who had ceased to bathe with us for four years, either with her mother, her aunt, or Kate.

I was very much annoyed how it was that all the women in the house could come in when I was bathing, but I had no such right. Moreover, when it was only for Elizabeth, none of them allowed me to come into the bath room, which I thought was too much, for in spite of her pretending to be a great lady, I could not see why she should not be treated the same as we were.

Elizabeth one day refuses to get naked again in front of her sister, and when she is alone in the bath room with her aunt and mother, she strips quite quickly. Bert was disgusted by this pretentiousness on her part, and we couldn’t understand how Elizabeth could act this way out of shyness. Her hips were already bulging and her breasts were beginning to bulge. And, I learned later, she was beginning to grow hair on her lower body.

That day, Bert just heard his mother say to his aunt as she came out of the bath, “Elizabeth is growing up a little early, too.”

“Yeah, I’m a year behind her.”

“I’m two years behind her.”

“Now it’s time to give her a separate bedroom.”

“She can share a room with me.” Auntie replied.

Bert told me all about it, but of course, like me, she didn’t quite understand what was going on. So, on that occasion, as soon as my elder sister Elizabeth came in and saw me naked, with my penis standing up like an angry cock, I noticed that her eyes were fixed on my special place for her, and she couldn’t hide her expression of great surprise, but she didn’t look away. On the contrary, when my mother suddenly asked her if she wanted to take a bath too, she immediately turned red and stammered, “Yes, mom!”

“Roger and Bert have washed up,” said her mother, “you can undress now.” Elizabeth did so immediately, stripping down to her shirt.

I only saw that she was more voluptuous than Berthe, that’s all, because my mother made me leave the shower.

Since that day, I have not bathed with Berthe. My Aunt Margaret or my mother was still present, because she had heard that a child had drowned in the bath tub, and was therefore uneasy about letting me wash alone. But the women no longer touched my cock and balls, although they still washed me elsewhere. Despite this, my cock still had to be hard in front of my mother and my Aunt Margaret. They both saw it, though my mother twisted her face away, pulled me up and put my shirt on for me, while my aunt had her eyes on the floor.

Aunt Margaret was ten years younger than my mother, at twenty-six years of age. But as she had always had a heart of stone, she was still a virgin. My nakedness seemed to impress her, for whenever she bathed me she spoke to me in a very melodious voice.

Once, she gave me a lot of soap, hard for me to rinse, her hand did not realize that touched my little stick, as if she touched the snake, violently hand shrink back. When I realized this, I said to her with a little irritation, “Good sister-in-law, why don’t you wash for Roger that anymore?”

She was blushing and said in an unsteady voice, “I’ve washed it all for you!”

“Never mind, Auntie, wash my dick for me.”

“Go! Bad boy! You can wash yourself.”

“No, Auntie, please, wash for me. I will not wash as you do.”

“Aww! Little bad boy!” My aunt said with a giggle, then, picking up a sponge, delicately washed my cock and balls.

“Come, sister-in-law,” I said, “let me kiss you for taking the trouble.”

Her pretty mouth, red as a cherry, opened to reveal two rows of neat, white teeth. I kissed her on the mouth. “Now, rub it for me.” I begged her as soon as I got out of the bath and folded my arms. So, my aunt dried me off and stayed on that sensitive spot perhaps longer than she should have.

I felt so stimulated that I leaned over the side of the bath tub in order to push my stomach forward even more and it wouldn’t stop moving so Margaret whispered to me, “Come on, Roger, you’re not a little kid anymore. You’ll have to bathe yourself from now on.”

“I don’t! Auntie, please, don’t make me wash myself. I want you to do it for me. It’s much more comfortable for you to do it for me than for mommy to do it for me.”

“Put it on, Roger!”

“Do me a favor, sister-in-law, and wash with me once!”

“Put it on, Roger.” Margaret said as she walked toward the window.

“No,” I said, “I want to see you take a shower too.”

“Roger!”

“Auntie, if you don’t wash it, I’m going to tell Daddy that you’ve got my cock in your mouth again.”

Auntie swished and turned red. She did do that, but only for a moment. It was one day when I didn’t want to take a bath and the water in the tub was too cold, so I fled to my bedroom. My aunt went after me, and since it was just the two of us, she stroked me, and then finally took my cock and put it in her mouth, pursing it with her lips for a while. I felt so comfortable that I finally obeyed and went to take a shower.

Also, my mother did this on one occasion in the same situation. I’ve had a lot of these situations, and women do it all the time when they bathe little boys. It produces the same sensation for them as it does for us men when we look at or touch a little girl’s crack, but women are more creative.

When I was very young, an old babysitter who watched the kids, seeing that I couldn’t sleep, touched my penis and balls, sometimes with her mouth. I even remember one day when she put me on her bare belly for a long time and wouldn’t let me go down, but since it’s been so long, I only have a vague memory of it.

As soon as my aunt calmed down, she grunted and said to me, “That was just joking, and you’re still a little kid. But I don’t think I can joke with you anymore, you’ve grown up.” She then glanced at my stiffening cock: “You’re even a nasty one, I don’t like you anymore.” As she said that, she slapped me on my plaything.

Then she tried to walk away, but I caught her and said, “Forgive me, good auntie, I won’t tell anyone, even if you come to bathe in the tub.”

“I can come and wash it.” She said with a grin. She took off the red slippers she was wearing on her bare feet, lifted her bedclothes above her knees, and got into the bath tub, where the water didn’t come up to her legs and stomach. “Now, I’ll grant you your wish Roger, get dressed properly and do as you’re told or I’ll never look at you again.” She said this in a very firm tone, and it was obvious that she meant it.

My rod no longer hard, I picked up my shirt and put it on; Aunt Margaret was washing her feet, but, to keep me from getting an inch, she told me that she didn’t feel well enough to wash them.

While I was getting dressed, she got out of the tub and was wiping her feet. The towel was wet and I got down on my knees to wipe my sister-in-law’s pretty feet for her; she didn’t say anything and let me do it. She giggled when I rubbed her toes, was delighted when I tickled her paws, and let me rub her calf bellies.

When I reached my knees, she ordered me to go no further. I did so, although I had long looked forward to knowing what was so precious under a woman’s skirt that was so seamlessly hidden. My aunt and I, we became friends again, but, since then, I have had to bathe myself.

My mother probably heard all this about my aunt, but she didn’t shed any light on it. Let us leave aside for the moment these words, which are essential to the intellect of the future. Now we must first look back a little and renew our story.

（１０－２）

My second sister fell at the bottom of the stairs and her skirt flipped up. Even when she saw me right beside her, she didn’t get up. She seemed to have fainted from the shock of the fall, whereas I thought she was deliberately trying to scare me, so I was more curious than pitiful.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth thighs, and I saw a peculiar bulge in her lower abdomen where her thighs met, a thick lump, triangular in shape, with a few blonde hairs on it. Almost at the intersection of the thighs, the thick lump was bisected by a large crack of almost three centimeters, with the two pussy lips separated on either side of the crack. As my second sister was struggling to get up, I saw the upper end of this crack.

Maybe she didn’t realize she was naked down there, or she would have lifted her skirt down. But as she recovered her legs, they suddenly forked apart, so I saw the upper ends of the two labia I had seen earlier when her legs were clenched together stretching downward, coalescing next to her buttocks. As she quickly tightened her legs, the slit opened slightly, and at that time, it was about seven to eight centimeters long. At that time, I saw the reddish flesh inside, whereas she was snow-white all around, except for a slight reddish color at the base of her thighs next to her labia, but that slight redness must have been due to sweat or urine.

There was a few fingers of distance between the underside of her pussy, which was shaped rather like a split apricot slit, and her ass, where Bert’s anus was. As she rolled over, with her ass facing me, the anus was exposed. The hole was no bigger than the tip of my pinky finger, but it was darker in color, and the skin on both butt-questions was slightly reddened by the sweat from the heat of the day.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the fact that my second sister was in quite a bit of pain when she fell, because I was so curious, but I finally saw it and rushed to help her. The scene honestly only lasted a minute, I helped Bert to her feet and she wobbled and yelled about her headache.

There was plenty of cool water in the well in the yard, but we were sure to be found out, heckled, and certainly not allowed to wander around the castle any more. I suggested a walk to the little pond, which we found from the roof at the end of the garden.

Berthe sat down on a stone bench, and I bandaged her with both our handkerchiefs; she was a little hot and breathless. But it was still early toward noon, and in half an hour she was composed, though there was a bulge on her head. Luckily, it wasn’t very visible, as it was blocked by the hair.

At this point, I was making sense of what I was seeing in my head, intentionally thinking about all the fresh playfulness, but I didn’t know how to talk to Bert about it all. Finally, I decided what to do. At the sight of my second sister’s bare bottom, I had noticed that there was a mole on the underside of her pussy, below her ass.

I had this mole in the same place on the back of my scrotum, and my mother and aunt laughed at it one day, but I didn’t know why they were laughing. Then I looked at my ass in the mirror and found it.

When I told Berthe about this discovery, she turned red and looked surprised. She first pretended not to understand, but when I described the location of her mole in some detail, and when I then got down on the floor, legs spread, and told her how I had seen it, she was mortified.

I took care so that there was no one else in the garden but the two of us, the tall grass and trees blocking any gaze from a distance while we could see anyone approaching the pond. I unbuttoned my backstrap, pulled down my thin pants and lay on my back towards Bert.

“Ah! God! Roger, if anyone sees you…” she whispered, but her wide eyes did not move away.

“There’s no one around, Bert.” I answered her softly as well. Then I stood up and stood in front of her, lifted up my shirt and said to her, “Since I saw your whole body, you can see my whole body too.”

Bert’s curiosity was aroused and he looked at me generously. I swung up hard and my glans showed.

“See? Bert, I’m peeing through that little hole in my head, but I can’t right now, as much as I’d like to.”

“I’ve been wanting to pee for a long time, too,” Bert said delicately, “but I’m embarrassed, and you’re not allowed to look, Roger.”

“Okay, Bert, don’t be so bad. If you hold your pee in too long, your bladder will burst and you’ll die. That’s what our old nanny told us.”

Berthe stood up and looked around, then squatted down beside the stone bench and began to urinate. I hurriedly leaned down to see what was going on, only to see a thin, wide stream of water erupt from the top end of her crack and fall diagonally to the ground.

“No, Roger!” Bert dragged in a sob yelling, “No looking!” She stopped spilling and stood up.

“Bert, no one can see us, go ahead and pee.” I said, then added with a smile, “Look at me, I’m not afraid to be embarrassed in front of you.”

I started to pee, but it wasn’t going well because the guy still had a hard-on. Bert laughed out loud and I took advantage of the mood she was coming into and hurriedly lifted up her petticoat and shirt and held her down in a squat to pee.

She stopped squirming, spread her legs and leaned forward slightly, only to see the urine splashing on the floor, getting thinner and thinner, and finally, I felt her pushing so hard that the upper end of her slit opened up and you could see the red flesh. It was only a matter of seconds before the piss stopped and only a few drops fell to the floor.

At this point, I grabbed both of her pussy lips with both hands and twisted them apart. This seemed to give Berthe a great deal of pleasure, for otherwise she would not have lifted her shirt up so willingly.

Eventually, I realized that her crack, which was rather like a half-open mussel, hid two more labia, only smaller than the outer ones. The inner labia were bright red in color, tightly closed, with a small hole visible above them where the urine came out. There was also a tiny bit of flesh visible, the size of a bowl bean. I touched it and found it quite hard.

This groping on my part seemed to please my second sister quite a bit, because she didn’t move a muscle, except to push her belly forward slightly. Bert became agitated and lifted her shirt above her navel, so I inspected her stomach and ran my hands all over the place. I tickled her navel and ran my tongue around her. Then I stepped back a little to get a better look.

That’s when I saw the beautiful hairs around Bert’s thick triangular lump of flesh. Actually, there wasn’t a lot of hair, it was short, fuzzy hairs that were so light in color that you could only see them if you got close. I didn’t have any more there than she did, but it was darker. I curled those hairs slightly and was amazed at the difference in the color of our hairs.

Bert replied, “Always!”

“How do you know?”

“Kate told me that when we were alone in the shower together. Besides, I’m about to get my period.”

“What was that about?”

“Pussy has to bleed a couple days a month. Kate grows hair and gets her period at a similar age to mine.”

“Her hair is the same as yours?”

“No!” Bert said divinely, then, putting her shirt down, she added: “Kate grows reddish-brown fur, and mine is blonde. She puts oil on her head to make the color appear darker. However, she’s exceptionally hairy, so the only way anyone can see inside is if she spreads her legs.”

When Bert said that, my dick stopped getting hard, and when Bert realized it, he said, “Look, you’re getting a little bit of that playfulness back. Kate told me about it the other day when you asked me why I was laughing out loud in the shower. She said to me: ‘Roger’s penis is as big as a man’s.’ And, it seems to be quite thick.’ Kate said, ‘If Roger grows up, I’ll let him poke me.’ She said: ‘Bert, be careful, he’ll stab you with that thing.'”

“What does ‘stab you’ mean?” I asked.

“I know! When Kate and I scrubbed each other, she got it with me and I got it for her. She got it much more comfortable than you just did. Her fingers were always getting wet, and I had to use my thumb to get her because it seemed to poke my fingers in the deepest. She was so happy when I poked my finger back and forth inside her; I was happy when she did it for me. But the first time she let me do it, it freaked me out. She started sighing, gasping, shaking and screaming, and I thought she was in pain and was going to stop. But she said to me, ‘Don’t stop, Bert.’ She was shaking and yelling, ‘Bert, Bert, it’s coming, whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! And then she collapsed on the bed, as if she had fainted. When I pulled my finger out of her slit, it was covered with a paste-like slime. She washed it off for me and promised me that when I grew up and got hair on my thick block, she’d let me get this out too.”

My mind floats and I have so many questions to ask because there are so many things I can’t figure out.

The bell rang, and it was time for dinner, or else there was no telling what might get out. I took a hasty look at all of Berthe’s babies, and I showed her mine again, and then we put our clothes in order, and kissed, vowing never to let on what had just passed between us. We were about to go, when, suddenly, we heard a heckling noise, and stopped in our tracks.

（１０－３）

We realized that the bells had not just called us, but had summoned the servants to their meals, so we could go without haste, for we were fully dressed, and even if someone came along, they could not possibly know what we had just done.

We heard noises, not far from us, outside the garden. We soon saw that the noises came from some maids who were working in the fields behind the garden. We could see what they were doing, for the servants were not to begin their meal until a quarter of an hour after the bell had rung.

Because of the rain last night, the plowed fields had stained the maids’ feet. They were all barefoot, and their skirts were so short, in fact, that it seemed as if each of them wore only one skirt that came down to their knees. They weren’t very pretty, but they were, after all, fit village girls, red from the sun and in their 20s to 30s.

When the group of village girls came to the pond, they sat down on the grass on the bank and put their feet in the water. They jostled and chattered as they washed their feet. They were facing us, not ten paces away, so we could clearly see the brown bellies of their legs and all their bare, much whiter knees, and we could see the thighs of one or two of them.

Bert didn’t seem interested in them, and tugged on my shoulder to tell me to go. At that moment we heard footsteps beside us, and saw three manservants coming down the path near us. Some of the maids hastened to straighten their clothes at the sight of a man coming, and one of them in particular had dark hair like charcoal, a freckled face, and two light gray eyes that shone with a sly, dull light.

The first manservant was so stupid looking that he didn’t notice a woman was there, and when he came to us, he unbuttoned his pants and peed. He pulled out the guy, which was quite similar to mine, except the glans was completely encased. He peeled back the glans for a little pee, and he lifted his shirt up pretty high, so even the hair around the shaft was visible. He also pulled his balls out from inside his pants and was scratching them with his left hand while holding his plaything with his right.

I was as bored with the sight as Berthe was when I showed her the village girls’ legs and bellies, but for the moment, Berthe was absorbed. The nuns pretended not to see anything. The second manservant was also unzipping his pants and pulling out his prick, but it was smaller than the previous one’s, yet the glans was half exposed and brown. He began to urinate, and the nuns laughed. When the third manservant also peed, their laughter became even louder.

By this time, the first manservant had finished peeing, he pulled it out completely, shook off the last few drops, and then bent his knees forward slightly, shrinking the whole thing into his pants. At the same time, he let out a loud, clear fart and gave a satisfied “ah”, which caused a lot of laughter and mockery from the village girls.

They laughed even more when they saw the slutty root of the third manservant. The manservant was standing diagonally so we could see both his prick and the village girls.

He put up his slutty root high so he could piss high and far and make the village girls laugh. Then the footmen went towards the maids, and one of the maids splashed the stupid-looking footman with water. The last one said to the brunette, who had hurried to straighten her skirt when the men came, “You are in the way for nothing, Ursula, and I have seen your hidden treasures.”

“There’s so much more you’ve never seen, Valentine! You’ll never get to see it!” Ursula said coquettishly.

“Really?” Valentine said having gotten behind her.

Too late, Valentin grabbed Ursula by both shoulders and yanked her to the ground. She tried to pull her feet back from the water, but didn’t notice the thin petticoat and blouse shrinking up into what I saw when my second sister, Berthe, fell down the stairs. Unfortunately, the nice view was only a few seconds of work, but it was enough to get a good look at both of Ursula’s exposed thighs.

Her two exposed leg bellies were already tantalizing, but those beautiful thighs were even more mouthwatering, and with those plump ass cheeks, they were impeccable and desirable. Below the belly between the two thighs, there was a clump of black hairs that stretched all the way down around the two beautiful pussy lips of the pussy. But the hairs in that place are not as thick and dense as the hairs above, the hairs above cover a large part of the place, I can’t cover it all with my hands.

“You know what no? Ursula, I can still see that black hoo-hah of yours!” Valentine said excitedly, and he let the really angry Ursula beat and curse him without moving.

The second manservant wanted to play with the village girl in the same way as Valentin and Ursula. This second maid was quite pretty, but her face, neck, and arms were so covered with red spots that she could hardly see her original skin color. There were red spots on her legs, too, but they were fewer and larger. She was intelligent, with brown eyes and short, curly reddish-brown hair.

She wasn’t beautiful in the final analysis, but she was quite exciting and aroused a man’s desire. And the manservant, Michelle, seemed to have come on.

“Elena,” he said, “your hair in that area is probably red. If it’s black, it’s been swapped!”

“Asshole!” Elena said, already on her feet.

Instead of seeing her good-looking piece, Michel received several slaps that made him double over. The other two village girls followed and slapped him, and finally, he fled with a shout, the girls laughing and chasing after him as he fled after his two partners.

The village girls finished washing their feet and left, only Ursula and Elena were still packing up, ready to leave. They were muttering something close to their ears, Ursula letting out a laugh and lowering her head to make a face, Elena looking down at her lower back and shaking her head.

Yulsura still seemed to be thinking about what Elena had taught her, and the latter looked around to see if everyone had gone away, and then, suddenly, she lifted up the front hem of her skirt and lifted it higher with her left hand, while her right hand went into the middle of her thighs to touch the area where a large patch of reddish-brown hairs could be seen. From the flickering of those hairs, which were thicker than Ursula’s, we could see that she was rubbing her fingers over her labia, which were hidden by the thick hairs.

Ursula watched her silently. Suddenly, a column of water shot out of the hairy bush, but did not immediately hit the ground; instead, it went upwards, in a semicircle. This surprised Berthe, who, like me, did not know that women could pee like that. Elena peed as long as Valentin, and Ursula was so amazed that she seemed to want to try it, but she did not, for the second and last dinner bell rang, and the two maids left in a hurry.

（１０－４）

When Berthe and I returned to the castle, the dining table was already set, but my mother and aunt had not yet finished tidying up the living room. While my second sister was helping them, I was reading the newspaper that my father had sent us, which contained an anecdote about a Mr. X who had raped a young lady named A… I looked up the word “rape” in the dictionary, and I found it, meaning “to make a virgin lose her virginity I looked up the word “rape” in the dictionary. I still didn’t understand it, but I had more of an idea in my head than before.

Then I sat down at the table, and contrary to usual, Bert and I did not say a word, and my mother and aunt, wondering, said, “They have probably quarreled.” We thought it best to pretend to gamble in order to conceal the new intimacy between the two of us.

Mother tells how the rooms were arranged for herself and her husband and aunt. Their rooms were on the second floor, as were Kate’s and Bert’s, and mine was on the first floor behind a flight of stairs leading to the study.

I went upstairs to the study, which contained many old books, and a few modern ones. Next to it was a room for the monks, separated from the chapel by an aisle. Next to the altar in the chapel are two large compartments where the former landlords came to hear Mass. At the bottom of one of the compartments was a confessional for the masters, while the other for the servants was at the top of the chapel.

I saw all this in the afternoon, and Berthe saw it after supper, for she had to help the grown-ups, and I only had time to give her a kiss when I went to ask if I was wanted to help or not.

Several days passed without much happening.

The adults hadn’t finished cleaning up yet, and Bert had been helping them out.

Due to the bad weather, I mostly stayed in my study. I was very pleasantly surprised to find an anatomical atlas with color drawings of all parts of the body of a man and a woman. I also found out about pregnancy and the stages of gestation in it, which I had not known before.

I was particularly interested in the fact that the administrator’s wife was currently pregnant, and her large belly stimulated my curiosity, as I had heard her talking about it with her husband. Their room was on the first floor, next to my bedroom and facing the garden.

Obviously, the events of that memorable day when I saw my second sister, the manservant, and the maid naked still linger in my mind. I often recalled the scene, and my penis was often erect and hard. I often pulled it out to look at it and play with it, and the pleasure of playing with it motivated me to continue to manipulate it.

I often liked to lie on my back in bed, rubbing myself on the sheets. My senses grew more and more delicate, and a week went by.

One day I was sitting in that old leather couch with the anatomy atlas turned to the page on women’s genitals, resting in my lap, when I felt my penis stand up high, so I unbuttoned my pants and pulled it out. As a result of all the old pulling out and pulling out, that glans now flopped open easily. I was sixteen years old and felt like a full grown man, the hairs on my lower body had increased and were very much like a nice moustache.

That day, due to the friction, I felt a great pleasure that I had never experienced before, so much so that my breathing became rapid. I squeezed my dick tightly and then released it, rubbing it back and forth, with the glans completely exposed. I tickled my balls and anus and looked at the exposed glans, which was a deep red color, shining like paint. This gave me an indescribable pleasure, and I finally discovered the art of manipulating that plaything, rubbing it often and rhythmically.

Finally, something flows out that I don’t know about yet.

The pleasure was unspeakable, causing me to stretch my legs out against the table leg while my body leaned back against the back of the couch. I felt the blood rushing to my face and my breathing became so rapid that I had to close my eyes and open my mouth. For a second, a thousand thoughts flashed through my mind.

I’d been naked in front of my aunt, I’d seen my second sister’s pretty little plaything underneath, I’d viewed the toned thighs of the two maids, and it all flashed before my eyes as I rubbed my hand against my slutty root even faster. Suddenly, there was an electric shock…

Auntie! Berthe! Ursula! Elena! I felt the toy bulge, and a white substance poured out of the crimson glans, first in large pushes, then in smaller pushes. I ejaculated for the first time.

My plaything soon went soft, and I was watching with curiosity and interest the semen that was running down my right hand, for it smelled of egg whites, and rather like egg whites, too. It was thick like a paste, and when I licked it with the tip of my tongue, it smelled like raw eggs. Finally, I shook the last few drops of cum off my already completely soft cock and wiped it clean with my shirt.

From my earlier reading, I knew I had just masturbated. I looked up the word in the dictionary and found a long list of detailed explanations, so that even people who didn’t know how to masturbate originally were bound to be unschooled after reading it.

After looking up the explanation of the word, I got excited again. The fatigue after the first ejaculation had passed, and I only felt my stomach grumble with hunger. At the dinner table, when my mother and aunt saw me swallowing hard, they thought I was growing!

I realized that masturbation was like a drink… the more I drank, the thirstier I got… my dick was always hard and I always wanted to feel that kind of pleasure. But masturbation didn’t always satisfy me anymore. I was thinking about women, and I felt that rubbing myself was a waste of semen, which was a pity.

My rod was darker in color and more hairy. My voice was thickening and a couple of beards that weren’t quite visible yet were starting to show above my upper lip. I found that I was not lacking in anything that a man had, except for the word intercourse which was in a book and I didn’t yet understand what it was all about.

All the women in my family saw the change in me and stopped seeing me as a little kid.

（１０－５）

The Feast of the Holy Fathers in the castle chapel was here, and it was a great feast. Before the festivities, the inhabitants of the castle had to confess, and my mother decided to confess on this day, and my aunt intended to do so, and the other inhabitants of the castle were not allowed to drag their feet.

I lied about being ill and stayed in my room from the first two days so that I would not be seen. The Capuchin friars had already arrived and joined us for dinner. We all had coffee in the garden, and after Kate had cleared the table, I stayed alone in the garden. As I felt that time was passing too slowly, I went to the study. I found a secret door in the study, which I had not noticed earlier. This door led to a dark staircase, narrow and dark, with only a faint bit of light coming in through a skylight at the end.

From this dark staircase you can go down to the chapel, and behind the locked door that has been  unopened for a long time you can hear the voices of the Capuchin friars who were here the next day to hear my mother’s confession.

The wooden partition against which the confessional seat rests is not soundproof, and the talking can be heard perfectly. I felt that I could overhear everything from here. I also thought that this dark building was probably built in the last centuries by a jealous lord who wanted to overhear his wife’s confessions.

The next day after coffee, the administrator’s wife came to tidy up my room. As I said, she was pregnant, and I was free to view her large belly as well as the two large breasts that jiggled under the thin women’s shirt with the tight, wide hemline. The woman had some good looks and a pretty face. She used to work as a maid at the castle before she was knocked up by the administrator and married him.

I had already seen women’s breasts in pictures or sculptures, but I had never seen them in the flesh. The administrator’s wife was in a hurry, and her thin tunic was buttoned only once, so in bending over to make up my bed, the buttons came undone, and I got a good view of her whole breast, for she wore a shirt with a very low opening.

I popped over and said, “It’s too big, you’ll catch a cold!”

It was as if they had popped out of their hiding place, and I could feel that they were big and hard. The nipple in the middle of the two breasts stood out, red, surrounded by a wide circle of light brown circle. The two breasts were as hard as two ass cheeks, and I pressed them gently with both hands, like a pretty girl’s buttocks.

The administrator’s wife was in shock and I had time to leisurely kiss her breasts before she calmed down. She smelled of sweat, but it was nice and exciting. I later learned that it was the “woman’s body odor,” which emanates from a woman’s body and is either titillating or repulsive, depending on the situation.

“Ah! Ah! What are you doing? No… don’t do this… I’m a married person… absolutely not…” she said as I pushed her towards the bed.

I had undone my bedding, lifted my shirt, and raised my horribly hard guy at her.

“Let me go, I’m pregnant, ah! Good Lord! If someone bumps into me!” She was still struggling, but breathlessly. Besides, her eyes didn’t leave my plaything.

Her back was against the bed and I desperately tried to push her down.

“You’re hurting me!”

“My beautiful girl! No one saw or heard us.” I said.

Now she’s sitting up in bed, and I’m still pushing her. She’s limp, collapses on the bed and closes her eyes.

I was so excited that I lifted up her skirt and shirt and saw two beautiful thighs that excited me more than those of the village girls. Between her clamped thighs I caught a glimpse of a small tuft of maroon hair, but could not see the cleft in the hair. I got on my knees and grabbed her thighs, touching and stroking them all around, pressing my face up and kissing her thighs.

My lips traveled up her thighs and kissed the high ground, smelling of urine, which excited me even more. I lifted her shirt and was amazed to see her huge belly, her navel protruded instead of being concave like Bert’s.

I licked and licked her navel and she didn’t move a muscle, both breasts hanging down at her sides. I lifted one of her feet and rested it on the bed, her bright pussy was revealed. Only to see two large pussy lips and thick and swollen, the color from red to brown, first startled me.

She was giving me a full and ample view because of her pregnancy, the two labia were open and I looked inside, it was a case of meat, revealing bright red moist tender flesh. There was a small bit of flesh above the piss hole above the labia; it was the clitoris, I knew that from the anatomy atlas. The upper part of the cleft was hidden amongst the pubic hair that covered a fat mound. The labia were almost hairless, and the skin between the thighs was wet and red with sweat.

In reality, there wasn’t much to see in these, but this woman was cleaner, so that piqued my interest. I couldn’t help but stick my tongue into her crack, licking it one by one, and fine licking her clit, licking it until it got harder and harder.

I soon got tired of licking, so I used my fingers instead of my tongue, and the crack was very wet. At this point, I grabbed her breasts and put both nipples in my mouth and sucked on them in turn. My index finger didn’t leave her hardening, growing clit, which was soon the size of my pinky finger and as thick as a pencil.

At this point the administrator’s wife calmed down and began to cry, but did not change the position in which I had forced her to be. I sympathized a little with her grief, but I was too excited to care so much, and I spoke warm words of comfort to her. Finally, I promised to be the godfather of her future children.

I went to the drawer and took out some money and gave it to the woman who was organizing her clothes. Then I took off my shirt, especially since I was more than a little embarrassed to be naked in front of a married and pregnant woman.

I grabbed the administrator’s wife’s wet hand and placed it on my slutty root. As soon as she touched it, I felt really pleasured beyond words. She squeezed gently at first, then she squeezed harder. I wrapped my arms around her two greedy breasts, I kissed her on the mouth and she responded with excitement, and my whole body felt indescribable pleasure.

I stood between the administrator’s wife’s legs, but she yelled, “Don’t get on top of me, it’s going to hurt me, and I can’t afford to be stabbed from the front anymore.”

She stepped out of bed, turned around, and bent over, her face pressed into the bed. She didn’t say another word, but instinct told me exactly what to do. I remembered seeing two dogs doing so and so, and I immediately followed suit, lifting up the shirt of Diana, the administrator’s wife, and her buttocks were exposed.

I had never dreamed of such a large ass, if Bert’s was quite beautiful, it was really small compared to the administrator’s wife’s. My two ass cheeks together weren’t as big as a slice of Diana’s big ass, and it was quite firm and snow-white and dazzling, the same as her breasts and her beautiful thighs.

There was some blonde hair in the crack, and the crack also deeply divided the big ass into two large pieces. Below the big ass, between the thighs, a fat, wet pussy was revealed, and I naughtily dug my fingers into it.

I pressed my front against her bare limbs and tried to wrap my arms around her big belly that was dangling uncontrollably like a big round ball of a building. I then floor her hips and rub my guy on them. However, my curiosity was not yet satisfied and I spread her two ass cheeks to observe the hole, which was protruding like her navel, brownish, but clean.

I stuck a finger in, but she shrank back a bit, and I was worried about hurting her, so I didn’t poke anymore. I pushed my hot prick into her pussy like a knife into butter. Then, like a madman, I slammed my belly against her bouncy ass, “slapping” it.

I stabbed myself into oblivion, not knowing what I was doing anymore, and didn’t stop until I finally shot my cum into a woman’s pussy for the first time and had an orgasm.

After cumming, I wanted to stay so comfortable, but the administrator’s wife rolled over and shyly covered herself. As she buttoned up, I heard a soft “tick” as my sperm dripped out of her pussy and onto the floor. She wiped it off with her foot and cleaned her thighs with her skirt.

When she saw me standing in front of her, my prick dangling, red and wet, she guffawed, pulled out her handkerchief, and carefully wiped clean my thing that had given her such pleasure.

“Get dressed, Mr. Roger,” she said, “I must go. For God’s sake, don’t let anyone know what we just did,” she added, blushing, “or I won’t love you anymore.”

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed each other a couple of times, and then she was gone, leaving me with a new set of feelings that almost made me forget to repent.

（１０－６）

I crept into the narrow aisle as best I could, and, in my old slippers, I approached the wooden partition, where I immediately found the place where I could hear most clearly. The Capuchin friars had made arrangements so that only the penitents stayed in the prayer-room, while the others who were waiting stayed in the chapel, so that it was not necessary to confess aloud, but the conversation between the confessor and the penitents was quite clear.

I knew by the sound of the voices that I was at the confessional. It must have been a long time since confession began, for the Capuchin friars and the penitents were heard saying.

The monk: “So, you are always fiddling with your playthings in the house. Why do you do it? How long have you been doing it? How many times a week?”

Farmer: “Usually it’s twice a week, but sometimes I do it every day until the stuff comes out. I can’t hold it in, and I find it very pleasant to do it that way.”

Friar: “You’ve never fucked a woman?”

Farmer: “Only once, and it was the same old woman.”

Friar: “Tell me, don’t hide anything from me.”

Farmer: “Once, I fucked an old woman, Rosalie, in a hay barn. My dick started to get hard, so I said, ‘Rosalie, your man’s been dead a long time, hasn’t he?’ She said to me: ‘Ah, asshole! God’s a bad man! It’s been at least forty years. But I don’t think about any man anymore. I’m sixty years old.’ I retorted: ‘Forget it, Rosalie, I’d love to see a woman naked for once. You take off your clothes.’

She said, ‘No, I’m not sure, the devil will haunt me.’ So I said, ‘Didn’t the devil come the last time you did it?’ So I pulled out the ladder so that no one could get up. And I took out my thing, and I showed it to her, and she looked at it, and she said, ‘It’s bigger than my asshole’s.’ I said to her, ‘Rosalie, now it’s time for me to see your pussy.’ She wouldn’t let me, but I lifted her skirt over her head and had a good look…”

The monk: “What happened then? What happened then?”

Farmer: “She had a big crack under her belly, purple like a ripe plum, and a big bush of black hair above her.”

Friar: “I didn’t ask you that, I asked you what you’ve done.”

Farmer: “I stuck my gut into her crack, and I couldn’t stretch it any further. As soon as I did, Rosalie started rocking her belly back and forth, and yelled at me, ‘Pick my ass, asshole, hold it with both hands and rock it like I’m rocking it.’ So, we both shook together, shaking me began to get hot, Rosalie still desperately shaking. With all due respect, I’ve ovulated five or six times. With all due respect, I ejaculated once. At this point, Rosalie began to yell, ‘Stupid pig, hold on to me, it’s happening again, it’s happening again! And I had another orgasm.

Rosalie was sacked because one of the girls in the bull ring heard us rattling around and spilled the beans. Because of that, I don’t want to persecute those little bitches.”

The monk: “You have done all these good things. What else do you have to confess?”

Farmer: “I have been missing Rosalie. One day, when I was in the pen and the maids had gone to dinner, I saw a cow in heat. I thought to myself, “That cow’s pussy is just like Rosalie’s, so I took out my prick and tried to poke it into the cow’s pussy. But the cow didn’t stay still like Rosalie, so I grabbed her and lifted her tail so I could poke it in. I felt much more pleasure than poking Rosalie, but the cow shit herself.

With all due respect, it got my balls and pants full of cow shit, so I didn’t try to kiss it again.”

Friar: “Hey, how did you manage to fuck?”

Farmer: “Our shepherd always does this with his sheep, and our maid, Luin, was lying on the floor of the cattle pen one day with a big stick between her thighs, because she told her neighbor, who did the same thing, that it was especially good for the stomach.”

The words of the following confession not being of any great interest, I came out of my hiding-place and ran to the chapel to see what a virtue the penitent was. I was surprised to recognize the silly manservant who had been foolishly hobnobbing with the pretty maids by the pond.

He was the last male penitent and my mother got up to go to confession. Kneeling next to her was my aunt and Kate, who had ruffled her feathers, and behind them were all the maids, and I wondered why I hadn’t seen my second sister, Berthe. The administrator’s wife was excused from the penance because she was pregnant with a large month.

My mother’s confession was innocent, but not without interest.

“I have to ask you one more thing, Father,” she said, after counting her daily sins: “My husband has been asking me to do certain things lately. On our wedding night, he used to make me undress, and has done so from time to time since. But now he always wants to see me naked. He showed me an old book written by a clergyman, which specifically said: ‘The physical intercourse between husband and wife must be completely naked, so that the man’s sperm can mate more intimately with the woman’s egg.’ I am embarrassed about this now, and the older I get, the more embarrassed I am.”

Friar: “This book was written in the Middle Ages, when the fashion of wearing shirts was not widespread, and only people of high status wore shirts, while commoners did not wear shirts when they slept together. This is still the case in some rural areas. For example, almost all of our peasant women sleep this way, mainly because of bedbugs. The Church is quite unimpressed by this practice, but does not specifically forbid it.”

My mother: “I’m relieved about that now. But my husband still makes me assume certain positions that I find embarrassing. Recently, he made me lie on my back, naked and with my limbs apart, while he watched me from behind. Each time I had to go around the bedroom naked, he gave me a cane and ordered me: ‘Move forward! Or ‘Stop! or ‘Right side forward’ or ‘Left side forward,’ as if practicing drills.”

Friar: “It should not be so; however, if you are following orders, you are not guilty.”

My mother: “Ah! There’s something else on my mind, but I’m too embarrassed to say it.”

Friar: “There is no such thing as an unforgivable sin, child. Repent!”

My mother: “My husband always tries to stab me in the back, and he does it in such a way that I am ashamed of myself.

Recently, I felt that he was poking his finger with ointment into… into… into my anus. When I tried to stand up, he comforted me, and I could feel that he had pushed it into my anus. At first it hurt, but I don’t know why, but after a while, I felt quite comfortable. When he was done, I felt the same way I had felt before (the rest of the words became whispers, too low for me to hear)…”

Friar: “This is a sin. Let your husband confess it.”

The rest of the confession means nothing.

A little while later, my aunt arrived and I could hear her moving voice. As far as I could analyze it, she was blaming herself for often not coming to confession. However, I was surprised when she said, in a very low voice and with a stammer, that she had still not had carnal relations, but had felt an impulse to see her young nephew in the bath and to touch his body greedily, but that she had stopped her evil thoughts in time. She also said that just a few times, when her nephew was asleep and the covers fell off, she saw his lower body and she looked at it for a long time and even put that plaything of his in her mouth. When she said this, she stammered as if the words wouldn’t come out, and I felt particularly excited.

Friar: “Have you never sinned with a man, or have you never practiced alone?”

My aunt: “I’m still a virgin, or at least I’ve never had sex with a man. I often looked in the mirror naked and touched my lower body with my hands. Once…” (She hesitated.)

Friar: “Be brave, child! Don’t hide anything from your confessor.”

My aunt: “Once, my sister said to me: ‘Our maid uses a lot of candles, she must be reading a novel in bed, and one day she will burn the house down.’ You sleep next to her and keep an eye on her.’ I did as I was told, and that night, seeing the light in the maid’s room, I opened the door and crept into Kate’s room.

She was sitting on the floor, her back half turned toward me leaning toward the bed; a chair sat in front of her with a mirror resting on it and two candles lit on either side. Kate was wearing a shirt, and I could clearly see in the mirror that she was holding something long and white in both hands, with her feet wide apart, poking and tugging at her legs. She was moaning deeply and shaking all over. Suddenly, I heard her cry out: ‘Oh… oh… oh… oh…’ That feels so good! She leaned her head forward, her eyes closed, as if she was completely mesmerized. At that moment, I moved, she jumped up, and in her hand she saw a candle that was almost completely hidden. At this point, she explained to me that she was doing this in remembrance of her lover, who had presumably gone off to military service, and I was amazed that it was possible to do this. She begged me not to say anything, and I walked out, but it made such an impression on me that, later on… Father, I used to lift up my shirt and do that sinful act in different positions, just as Kate had done.”

The friar advised her to marry and forgave her sins.

The reader can easily imagine what Kate’s confessions were like now, based on what was in my sister’s and my aunt’s hearts. I was also informed that she wanted a man more and more, and that her friendship with Bert deepened considerably.

The two of them often slept naked together and often compared each other in the mirror after viewing each other’s buttocks.

The maids’ confessions were simple. They let themselves be poked and prodded by the manservants, but were so uncouth that they never let the men into the room where they slept naked together. But when the big maneuvers came, they didn’t make it. In a regiment passing through here, the soldiers had tickets for housing, and they were housed everywhere. As a result, all the maids, even one older one, had been fucked by the native soldiers, even stabbed from behind, which they felt was a mortal sin.

When the Capuchin friars asked them if they would be alone or with a partner, they replied, “Who wants to poke their hands into a stinking pussy?” But they thought it would be fun to watch each other poop and pee, or to play with chicks, pigeons or geese.

A maid once let a dog lick her pussy. Asked if she had ever let a dog poke her, she replied, “I’d love to do that, but it’s such a fine thing to play with.”

I carefully made my way back to my room without being noticed.

（１０－７）

Soon after I returned to my room, my mother and aunt came and told me that papa was coming, and told me that Berthe had gone to bed because she was not well. Mother added that my second sister was not very ill, and would soon be well, and that I had therefore been told that it would be best not to visit her.

This aroused my curiosity, and I had long been thinking of what I was going to do. I knew that my mother and aunt were going to the house of a poor sick woman in the village in the afternoon, and that Kate would have to accompany them, as it would be necessary for her to carry a basket of clothes to give to the sick woman.

As they spoke, I took care to look at their physical features, that is to say, my mother’s face was more delicate and my aunt’s body more slender and compact.

Both of them are very seductive. Auntie, who had never touched a man, was pure and innocent, and even more coveted; Mother, who was a mature married woman, happy to commit to an aspiring husband, was even more tantalizing.

I was washing my face as she entered the room. I explained that I wanted to try to get out of bed because, in reality, my feigned illness was starting to bore me to death.

Auntie, who had never seen my room or study before, went into the study. Mother went to the kitchen and supervised the servants in preparing the meal.

The fact that I was now alone with my even more coveted and beautiful aunt made me extremely excited. But the aftermath of my affair with the administrator’s wife was still fresh, and I had to admit that rushing things could ruin my plans forever.

After visiting the study, Margaret approached the table. She did not sit down to see what was on the table. She might have made an interesting discovery; the full volume of the encyclopedia was on the table, and next to the word “masturbation” I had put a question mark in pencil. I heard the book being closed, and then the anatomical atlas was turned a few pages. It was not surprising, therefore, to see her cheeks flushed when I entered the study.

I pretended not to notice that she was flustered, and whispered to her, “You’re probably pretty bored sometimes, sister-in-law. The priest who used to live here, he has some very interesting books about human life, you can take a few to read.”

I took two books: The Secret of the Cave and Love and Marriage, and put them in her pocket. When I saw her squirming a bit, I said, “Of course, only you and I know about this. We are no longer children, right? Auntie!” I suddenly wrapped my arms around her neck and gave her a passionate kiss.

She had her head in a pretty curl and her neck was charming, and pretty curls and charming necks always make my soul go crazy, so I kissed her all over her neck, and I was completely mesmerized. However, Margaret’s excitement at having done a thousand remorseful things had not yet passed. She pushed me away, but did not make any effort, then took another look at my room and walked out.

In the afternoon, I heard the friar leaving with my mother and the girls. I decided to go to Berthe and ask her why she pretended to be ill to avoid the Chantry. But it was not so; she had lain down and seemed really ill, but she was glad that I had gone to see her.

My natural nastiness soon came to the fore, but when I tried to reach under the covers to touch her, she turned away and said, “No, Roger, I’ve had my period since the day before yesterday… you know… and I’m very embarrassed.”

“Ah!” I said, “You’re menstruating, so you’re not a little girl anymore, and I’m a big man. Bert,” I added proudly, unbuttoning my pants and showing her the guy and the hairs on it, “And, you know what? I’ve done that! But I can’t tell you who I did it with.”

“Did you do that?” Bert asked, “What the hell is going on?”

So I told it to an attentive Bert one by one.

“You know what? Mom and Dad always did this too.”

“Fuck you! Really.”

Although she said that, but the tone is the opposite. So, I said again, “Heart? Why? Why were men and women created, Berthe? You can’t imagine how good it is. It’s much better than playing with yourself.”

“Yeah, when Kate gets me, it’s always a lot quicker than when I’m playing by myself. The day before yesterday, ah! I was in heaven. Kate said to me, ‘Now, you’re coming too, Bert, watch out. You’re about to have your period.’ That same day, I had a stomach ache, and suddenly, something wet ran down my thigh. I was shocked when I saw it was blood! Kate laughed and went to her mom. Mom looked at me and said, ‘Go to bed, Bert, you’re going to have your period every month for three to four days from now on. When you’re not bleeding, change your shirt and don’t wash yourself yet, or you’ll keep bleeding. You should stop wearing short skirts.’ I’ll be wearing long skirts like my mother and aunt.” Bert added with no small amount of pride.

“Okay, Bert, let’s do that. I’ll put my arms around you and hold on tight.”

“Don’t hurt my breasts,” said Berthe, “I’m very sensitive right now.”

She didn’t object to me lifting her shirt to see her two small, newly developed tits. Her breasts were like two little hills, and I thought they looked rather like the breasts of the maiden Psyche, the embodiment of the human soul in Greek mythology, or of Hepburn, the goddess of youth. But they were already in their infancy, not puffy, and sticking out with two pink nipples. I said some warm words to her, and she voluntarily allowed me to kiss and even let me suck on her breasts, which I found very stimulating.

She half-heartedly let me see her pussy, but first she rolled up her blood-drained shirt. She was already much hairier than I was. There was a bit of blood running down her thighs, which was of course revolting, but I was already so excited that I didn’t really pay attention to it.

She clenched her legs, but my fingers soon touched her clit. Her thighs loosened under the pushing and fucking of my hand. Finally, I was able to get my index finger into her wet pussy, but didn’t reach very far because she was contracting. I pressed on her hymen and there was a small hole in the center. Bert cried out softly in pain and another contracture.

I got very excited, stripped off my clothes, lifted up my shirt, got on top of Bert and slid my ever-hard plaything into her pussy. Belt protested in a very low voice and began to suck and sob. She cried out softly as my plaything poked fully into her cunt. But the brief pain seemed to turn immediately into pleasure, her cheeks hot, her two beautiful eyes sparkling, her mouth half open. She clung to me in a tight staircase, rocking hard with me.

Before I was finished, the “juices” began to flow out of her pussy, her eyes half-closed and blinking. She cried out vigorously and with great pleasure, “Roger, ah! Aah! Aaah! Roger… Jai… I… I… ah!” She was completely intoxicated.

I raped Berthe.

Since I had just fucked in the morning, and also because I was overly excited, I hadn’t ejaculated yet. Seeing Bert so fast got me even more excited, so I pumped harder, but suddenly I felt something hot in Bert’s pussy. I pulled out my thing and it brought out quite a bit of blood mixed with my semen, blood from my ruptured hymen and menstrual emptiness.

We were both terrified, my plaything was covered in blood and it was dripping onto my fur and balls.

At that moment, we heard someone talking, which scared us even more: “Ah! Well done! The young people are talking to each other.”

It was Kate who stayed next to us, she had forgotten something and the family had sent her to look for it. We didn’t hear her come up the stairs as we were fully absorbed. But she seemed to have been watching us from outside for a while, and quietly pushed her way in while Bert was sexually aroused.

She had a dirty look on her face, indicating that what she had seen and heard had given her a great thrill. Bert and I were so surprised that we were transfixed for a while, not bothering to get dressed, and Kate had just enough time to get a good look at Bert’s blood and water, and my thing that had gone soft from fear.

“When you’re doing that,” Kate said with a grin, “you have to close the door first!” With that, she pushed the door closed: “Bert, your mom forgot to tell you that you can’t do that during your period.”

“But I know,” Kate added with a hearty laugh, “in fact, the more the time comes, the more I want to do that sort of thing. Put a clean shirt between your legs and lie down. Don’t put your dirty shirt with your dirty clothes, unless Roger’s got his period too.”

At this point, I saw that my shirt was also stained with blood. Kate poured some water into the basin and approached me, “Luckily, the blood stains wash off easily,” Kate said, “Stand up, Roger, I’ll wash you.”

I stood in front of her so she could get her shirt wet, but it was quite inconvenient, so she simply removed my shirt. I stood naked in front of the two women, and Kate snickered as she washed my shirt, “Come here.”

She said in all seriousness, and proceeded to wash my body with a sponge.

After she touched it, my dick slowly started to stand up, and Kate said, “Ahh! This bad thing, even into Bert’s pussy to go.”

She tapped my plaything gently with her hand, and suddenly, she wrapped her right arm around me and held me over her lap, spanking my ass as hard as she could. I yelled and Belt laughed so hard she couldn’t stand up straight.

My ass was on fire, and yet, I felt a thrill I had never felt before.

In the old days, when I was ten years old, my mother used to take me between her legs, pull down my pants, and spank my little bottom so hard that after it started to hurt, I had a pleasant sensation for the whole day.

When Kate took a look at my erection, she started to laugh, “Heh! Oh! Roger’s rocker is so big. I’ve got to turn the handle, I’ve got to turn the handle!”

She took my plaything in her hand and squeezed it tight, turning the glans out. I couldn’t hold on any longer, I grabbed both of Kate’s breasts and she pretended to struggle, so I put my hands under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any pants and I grabbed her pussy, she tried to shrink back but I grabbed her pubic hair. I wrapped my left arm around her hips and I got on my knees and slipped my right thumb into her hot, throbbing pussy and then stretched it out.

She was undeniably very pleased by my play and struggled slightly, moving closer to Bert’s side of the bed. Bert, so that Kate wouldn’t laugh at her, wrapped her arms around her neck and helped me pin Kate down on the bed.

Kate was unsteady on her feet and collapsed on the bed as I lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy. Her pubic hair was reddish brown, not thick and dense like Bert had told me, but it was longer and wet with sweat.

Kate’s skin was white as milk and fine as silk. Two snow-white thighs were fleshy and beautiful, and she wore a pair of black stockings that strained the bellies of two hard, rounded calves.

I jumped on top of her and thrust the plaything between her legs, gradually poking it into her pussy, but I immediately pulled out again. I was in an extremely awkward position with my two feet not finding support.

However, Kate was slutty by now and jumped off the bed, pushed me to sit on a chair beside the bed and jumped on top of me, and before I could get back on my feet, my prick was clamped down on her pussy, and I felt her long pubic hairs prickling my stomach. She grabbed my shoulders and shifted all over, and with each movement her large pussy lips were  on my balls.

She took off her own short blouse of fine woven tulle and asked me to rub her breasts, which she said gave her pleasure.

Her breasts were naturally better developed than Berthe’s, and harder than the administrator’s wife’s, though not as large as the latter’s. Her breasts were as white as her thighs and belly, and her two large nipples were reddish with a yellow ring of fine hair.

Kate was so excited that she was close to orgasm, and because she was moving so much, my plaything fell out twice, and she put it back in again, causing me quite a bit of pain, but she seemed to find it more intoxicating and comfortable.

My cock was pushed inside for a long time. Kate was screaming with great pleasure: “I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m coming… Ahh! Aaah! God… I’m so happy with your stick.”

By this time, she was ovulating, and I could feel it in the growing wetness of her pussy. Near the end of her orgasm, Kate bit me on the shoulder. I could feel her ovulating, hotly.

At this point, I was about to cum too. Kate quickly calmed down: “Roger, your tail has been getting hotter and hotter, you’re going to cum now.” She stood up, grabbed my wet cock with her right hand, and started rubbing it vigorously, saying, “No. I’ll get pregnant! I’ll get pregnant.”

I stood as well, and Kate held me tightly in her arms with her left arm as I sucked on her breasts. I couldn’t help but spread my legs, my stomach rocking spasmodically as I was naked in front of the two curious women. Suddenly, my cum shot out.

Bert watched me cum with rapt attention, curious to see the white liquid on the bed. Kate tickled my buttocks as I ejaculated, encouraging me, saying, “Good, my Roger, you’re so good, you’ve ejaculated, good… good… “I can’t tell you how much pleasure I felt.

Then I dropped into a chair. Kate, as if nothing had happened, put everything in order, wiped my prick with her handkerchief, buttoned up her tight blouse, picked up the basket, and said to us with her usual gusto: “Thank God it was so good! Now, keep your mouths shut. You, Bert, lie still; and you, Roger, go downstairs!”

Kate left and I got dressed, kissed Bert and went back to my room.

（１０－８）

I’m exhausted from the day’s events and I just want to rest.

When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on my back in that position that usually has to keep my genitals erect.

Soon I could hear footsteps approaching and, wanting to tease the administrator’s wife, I looked to lift up my shirt, kick off the covers and pretend to be asleep.

But it was not the administrator’s wife who came, but her great-aunt, a woman of thirty-five, that is to say, a woman of the most ripe age.

She had worked as a maid in her youth, and after marrying an old manservant with some savings, she lived with her husband and three children (a boy of ten and two girls of eleven and thirteen) in the house of her brother the administrator.

Mrs. Miller wasn’t pretty, but she wasn’t ugly either, tall and slender, with a fairly dark complexion and hair as dark as her eyes. She seemed quite intelligent, and it was worth playing with her a little. Obviously, she had no doubt seen more than one man with that thing. Therefore, she could have a look at mine as well, so I didn’t move a muscle.

Mrs. Miller put her coffee on the nightstand, then was stunned for a moment when she saw my straightened plaything.

But she was a bold woman, without pretense, and she looked at me for a moment with full attention and interest, and then she coughed her staff to rouse me.

I gave a big stretch, making my prick harder and harder. She walked over to the bed, looked at me for a moment, pulled the covers up for me and said, “Your coffee, Mr. Roger.”

I opened my eyes and bade her good morning and complimented her on how well she looked, and clouded my eyes. Then, all of a sudden, I jumped out of bed and grabbed her, telling her she was the most beautiful woman in the whole castle.

She pretended to struggle as I ran my hand under her skirt and grabbed her hairy flesh, then I slipped my finger into her pussy. Her pussy was dry, like all sluts, but my fingers soon made it wet, and her clit was very hard.

“You’ve seen a big head! That’s enough! If my man finds out…”

“Mr. Miller is in the chapel miles!”

“Ah! Yes, he prays all day in the chapel. Take your hand out, you’re hurting me… my sister-in-law will come… she’s waiting for me… okay! I’ll come back this evening… I’m not solid now, my man is going into town today for two or three days.”

She promised and left. In the evening, after a good meal, I took some wine, sausages and desserts to my room, and the whole castle was soon asleep.

Finally, the door to my room opened and Mrs. Miller walked in, my heart pounding. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and kissed her, and she returned the favor. I hastily undressed and showed her my hard plaything.

“Don’t be in such a hurry,” she said, “or it won’t work then.” She tied the door behind her.

I grabbed the flesh of her lower back and felt it swell slightly, her clit hard. I lifted her shirt up high to get a closer look at her. At first glance she looked like a skinny woman, but she wasn’t, she was meaty. Her pubic hair was dark and went all the way down to her navel.

She had probably washed them because her pussy didn’t have any odor. So I undressed her and was surprised that her breasts were quite firm, not too big, with light brown hairs around the nipples. I lifted her breasts and saw some short hairs underneath as well, fine and dark. Her armpits were also covered with thick hairs, like a man’s.

I looked at her, intrigued by her ass, two ass cheeks high up against each other, and even the root of her spine had some sparse dark hairs that extended to the top of her spine. So much hair that it made my plaything harder.

Of course, I took off my shirt and jumped on Mrs. Miller. She squirmed so that my plaything poked her in the stomach.

We both stood and could see our whole bodies in the mirror. I pulled her over to the bed and she sat down and said, “I know you want to see my whole body.” She raised her legs, exposing her hairy pussy down to her ass.

I immediately tongued it for a long time. Her pussy lips swelled and when I tried to push my prick in, she smiled and said, “Don’t do that, you’re lying on the bed.” I begged her to call me “you” and to allow me to call her that.

I lay down on the bed and she jumped on top of me, with nothing but her beautiful body in front of me. She told me to play with her tits, then, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it gently against her pussy. She begged me to hold it in, not to cum, and then, all of a sudden, all at once, she shoved my rod completely into her pussy.

She was riding me and twisting desperately, causing me quite a bit of pain. At that point, she climaxed and I could feel the heat of her pussy, hear her moaning, and see her eyes roll back in her head.

I had a simultaneous orgasm. She felt it and rushed to her feet, “Hold it in, honey,”

Her voice still trembled with lust, “I have another trick that will make you happy without getting me pregnant.”

She turned around and thrust her hips at me. She bent over and took my cock in her mouth. I followed her example and stuck my tongue in her pussy, I licked her “juices” and it tasted like raw eggs. She licked my glans with her tongue, harder and harder. One of her hands tickled my balls and ass, the other stroked my cock.

I was so happy, my body stiffened as she took my slutty root whole into her mouth. With her most secret part all in front of my eyes, I grabbed both her thighs and stuck my tongue into her anus. I got carried away and shot my cum into her mouth.

When my momentary pleasure had passed, she lay down beside me and pulled the covers up over us both. She stroked me, thanked me for the pleasure I had given her, and asked me if I had been just as pleasurable.

I had to admit that playing like that hurt me more than the usual intercourse. Then I asked her why she didn’t let me cum in her pussy since she was married.

“Here is the reason,” she said: “My husband is impotent and will soon find out that I have deceived him. Ah!

God! I’m so sick of being with him.”

I begged her to tell me everything for my ears. She told me that her husband could only raise his prick if she whipped his ass with a whip and drew blood. She probably had him spanked too, but only with her hand, and, now that she was completely used to it, it was more of a pleasure than a pain. She probably still poops and pees in front of her husband because he wants to see everything! He’s especially curious when she gets her period.

When she’d pumped him fifty or a hundred times, she’d have to rush his half-softened thing into her cunt or it would go soft right away, unless she went and licked his ass or made him lick her between her toes so that his cock was hard, but it was all very uncharged.

“Besides that,” she concluded, “the old bastard is always in church.”

I was amazed and excited by her account, and my penis was erect again, and Mrs. Miller saw this and hurriedly tickled my balls. She took me between her legs and turned me on my side, crossing her legs over my ass, so that we were both lying on our sides facing each other. It was a particularly comfortable position as we could hold each other close and I could suck on her breasts.

I grabbed her swollen and narrowed by arousal pussy in my hand and we both poked each other’s anuses with our fingers. I let my slutty root shove into her pussy and she yelled as she ovulated again. She gripped my balls from behind, very hard, causing me raw pain, and I had to beg her to let go.

After she stroked me warmly, she pressed her face into the bed to make her ass look even better. I got her on her knees with her ass rammed up and spit at her anus, making it easy for the slutty root to be shoved in. I felt my balls slapping her pussy with every movement. She said it was so comfortable to get her this way that I could touch her hairy pussy with one hand and grab her tits with the other.

As I was about to cum, I tried to pull that rod out, but the muscles in her ass tightened and clamped down on my glans, causing me to cum inside her anus. She had never had anyone poke her in this area before, so to me it was even more pleasurable for her than it had been in the beginning, because it caused her some pain.

Feeling my cock harden and ejaculate in her anus, her arousal increased steeply and she climaxed at the same time as me.

“That’s enough for today.” She said with a smirk.

I’d had enough too, and I bought her a sweet treat, but she invited me over to her house for a drink. Then I came back to bed.

（１０－９）

One day, Mother decided that all the maids should sleep in the top attic of the castle, so they got busy packing so they could go to bed that night.

I watched them pick up, and when one of them, clutching her mattress, slowly ascended the last few stairs, I trailed behind and lifted her short skirt.

I started by grabbing her ass, solid as it was, and I leaned up and shoved my thumb into her wet pussy. She didn’t say a word, smiled and twisted her face around, recognizing me as if flattered by my attentiveness. She was the brunette village girl, Ursula, and I led her to the top and kissed her.

As soon as I kissed her, she got very aroused and threw herself at me. So I grabbed her breasts and clutched at the semicircular hardness of her brown nipples. With my left hand I darted under her thin, short skirt and grabbed a handful of her hairy flesh. She clenched her legs and leaned her upper body forward slightly as I grabbed a nipple and put it in my mouth to suck on it while my fingers stroked her clit. I realized that her clit was coming on slutty, and my hand was soon between her thighs, with one, two, and three fingers together in her pussy.

She tried to walk away, but I pushed her against the wall, and I could feel her whole body trembling slightly under her thin shirt and skirt.

I quickly pulled out the guy and shoved it into her pussy, the position wasn’t quite right and, well, Yulsura was tall and strong and I couldn’t kiss her if she didn’t initiate it.

I just stood there and kissed her, and she was probably quite a flirt because she had an orgasm very quickly. I did the same, and since that position was quite tiring, I looked like I was going to cum as well. At that moment, we heard a noise in the other room, so Ursula broke away, but the noise was immediately gone again. So I showed her my crimson wet penis, because according to her, it was the first time she had seen a young master’s plaything in the city!

“Here, let me see it too.” I said to her.

She shyly complied. I lifted her skirt and saw her toned, good-looking thighs and a dense bush of dark hair between them. Thank God she wasn’t wearing pants, unlike the city wives who put on airs when someone touches their pussies. In fact, they were dying to have their pussies touched as hard as the village girls! I took a step back with her skirt and blouse, then walked up again, molding my hands around her belly and thighs.

Then I nosed her steady secret place as she had just ovulated and smelled of urine. I licked her clit with my tongue and she laughed and lowered her skirt, but I held on to her and continued to lick and fiddle under her skirt, which made my guy get harder and harder. As the rattling noise came back, Ursula rushed to break away.

I had to walk away, but as she turned around, I once again lifted her skirt from behind, exposing her big, real, porcelain ass.

“Play a little longer, Ursula.” I said as I wrapped my arms tightly around her shirt.

I kissed her buttocks, rubbing and breaking them apart, smelling nothing foul from her anus, just a whiff of sweat. However, she nonchalantly broke away, clearly not understanding how a young master like me could enjoy smelling a village woman’s ass.

In the evening, at dinner, I quietly asked Berthe if I could kiss her. She said no. Then I went upstairs to see if I could find an opportunity to do what I so desperately wanted to do, but I came up empty.

My bed was made, and I undressed and lay naked on my back with a handkerchief underneath.

I kissed the pillow and thought about my aunt, my second sister, and all the women I knew with their asses and pussies as I cummed. I rested for a while and then started playing again. When I felt like I was going to cum again, I just heard someone behind the door say, “Mr. Roger, are you asleep already? I brought you some water.”

I got up, put on my bedclothes, and opened the door. The visitor was the cook, named Elena. As soon as she was inside, I fastened the door. My desire was so strong that the plaything swung like a pendulum.

I immediately grabbed the beautifully dressed village girl’s firm buttocks and her two large breasts and kissed them beautifully. She was very pleased with this, but when I touched her pussy, she blushed and said to me: “I’m having my period.” What a coincidence.

My thing was hard with erection and she watched with interest and rubbed it affectionately. I was at least able to fondle her breasts as I undid her tight blouse and both breasts were exposed. They were as full of red spots as she was, but otherwise impeccable.

I deadpanned and insisted that she show me her ass and pussy, the reddish-brown curly pubic hairs now stained with blood, and I pushed her down into a chair so that she could wedge my guy between her two breasts.

It was quite affordable, with my toy hidden between her breasts, and the fat meatballs were particularly comfortable. I told her that it would be even better if it was wetter in the middle, so she spit between my toy and her tits, and then clamped my toy tightly between her tits, with the glans peeking out from the top, and her scrotum crashing down on her breasts.

At this point, I started rocking and saying sweet things to her, gently patting her cheeks or stroking the curls on the back of her neck. I ejaculated, quite a large amount, and she watched attentively, as such a play was new to me and to her.

When I had cozied up, I gave her a silk headscarf, which she gladly accepted, and apologized for having her period. She also said that the girls who worked with her in the kitchen slept quite late, but got up earlier than she did in the morning to go to the bullring, and that I would be content if I went up there.

Her words pleased me exceedingly. The next day, on the pretext of placing a pigeonhole under the roof, I went to the maids’ attic. But I failed in my purpose, for there were always interruptions. I caught Bert once in the changing-room, and another time, caught Kate. But as the weather was bad, and mother and aunt talked endlessly, neither Bert nor Kate dared to go too far, but only stroked my plaything as they walked by.

To pass the time better, I hollowed out a hole in the floor at the base of the changing room wall so that I could watch all the girls and women urinate and defecate in the afternoon. I could clearly see their buttocks, anuses and pussies, and I found that they were very much the same, except for the color and size of their pubic hair. I was convinced of the truth of what one of the village lads had said. He said that one of the countesses had allowed him to play with her, and when he was asked about it, he replied, “It’s only the texture of the petticoat that’s better, but other than that, it’s no different from any other woman.”

I could see the asses and pussies of all the women in the castle, and the sight of the women I had toyed with gave me even more pleasure.

In the meantime, I had given Yulsura a beautiful headscarf, as it was not her fault that I had not played with her enough. The other girls found out and became very affectionate with me, for they were not stupid and knew that it was comfortable to be played with by me and that they would get a present.

That’s what one of them told me one morning. That morning, everything was silent, except for the sound of walking in the distant cow pens. I went up to the attic and found that one of the doors leading to two bedrooms was unlocked, and that the bedrooms gave off a mingled odor from within the bodies of the maids, whose clothes were hanging on the walls or on the legs of the beds.

The smell is quite unpleasant at first, but once you get used to it, you will find it quite stimulating, not suffocating, it is the real “woman’s body odor”: the scent that makes one’s penis erect.

The beds were all old-fashioned double beds, all empty, except for one with a girl snoring loudly. She was lying on her side with her face to the wall, one foot stretched out on the bedpan and her buttocks were especially visible because she was naked. Her rough shirt lay on a wooden chair beside her, along with her other clothes. The girl’s name was Babette, and she didn’t realize that someone was sizing her up from head to toe. Her skin would have been a bit more delicate, her bones were thick, but the person wasn’t skinny.

I put my face close to her ass and smelled a pungent odor of sweat. Her anus hadn’t been wiped too clean, and the cleft underneath was clear, tightly closed, and surrounded by a patch of maroon hair.

I gently tickled her ass and pussy, and when I just slipped my finger into her pussy, she stirred and turned around. I could see the front of her now, her pubic hair was curly, and when I sniffed with my nose, it smelled like piss mania.

Gotta admit, these maids only wash their pussies once a week on Sundays, although there are many very respectable wives who don’t have time to wash them more often. But the smell was exciting, and my dick was already up.

I chained the door shut and stripped naked, then, as I spread her legs, she opened her eyes slightly.

“Babette,” I said as I slipped three fingers into her pussy, “you’re so titillating, look how hard this thing of mine is!”

She moved again, pointed her finger at another room, and said to me, “Ursula is in there.”

“It’s okay, we’ve already done it – once – before she woke up. Look, this is for you.”

I gave her a small fake ring that I had bought from a vendor. Then, without saying anything else, I knelt between her voluntarily spread legs. I let her play with my slutty root and balls while I tickled her pussy. When she was in port, I poked my hard as an iron rod in and lifted her hips to tickle her anus. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we both went into a frenzy. After a few moments of inversion, both of us reached an orgasm.

She was sweating quite a bit during the big fuck, and her wholesome scent of a young country girl made me want to do it again. I imagined poking her as if I were playing with she-pigs and bitches, but she was afraid of getting pregnant, and besides, it was time for her to get up, for today was Yulsura’s turn to sleep in.

I had completely forgotten about Ursula and Babette laughed when I said I wanted to wake her up. While Babette wiped her pussy with her shirt, I went to the other room and Ursula was still dead asleep!

Yursura was naked, but the blanket was pulled up to her chest, and she was lying on her back, with her two skeletal arms behind her head, and the thick black hairs in her armpits were clearly visible. As her arms were resting behind her, her two breasts stood out, and her long, dense, curly hair fell on both sides of her arms, making her very attractive. She was like a tantalizing painting, but it was a pity that she was just a village girl. I don’t understand why a man would not like the natural beauty of a peasant woman, but prefer the pretentious beauty of a noblewoman?

Her shirt was clean and placed beside her, I sniffed it and was amazed that it gave off that healthy scent.

I gently pulled down the covers and admired her naked body. I stared for a moment, appreciating her well-proportioned limbs and the hairy nuggets of flesh where the black hair grew from her labia to her thighs. I kissed her on her breasts and she woke up, startled, and rushed to cover the lump of flesh with her hand. Upon recognizing me, she smiled at me affectionately.

At that moment, Babette appeared in the doorway and said, “Yulsura, lie down; I will do your work for you.” Babette finished speaking and left.

I kissed Yulsura until that energy came up in her. I got her up and took in her beautiful body from head to toe and had her walk around the room, viewing her back and forth all over again, and then I held her tightly in my arms. We snuggled like that for a long time.

I put both hands over her hips and pushed her stomach against mine, she could feel my hard iron playthings, her pubic hair tickling my scrotum.

She was quite happy to play like that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest. I tugged on her armpit hair, she was so excited! I put my hand in her already hot, wet pussy and her clit was already very hard.

We got on the bed and I had her on her knees with her ass in the air. I looked eagerly at her anus, her dark hair guarded pussy slightly open, I watched her bright red slit with interest and then rubbed my glans against her pussy lips.

I was playing with her so much that she tried to help me, and I gently pushed the slutty root all the way in, then pulled it out and shoved it back in, and so on back and forth until I felt like I was about to cum.

She was lurching around like a madwoman, her pussy was fully distended and clamping down on my cock. I plunged the whole way in, straddling her hips, grabbing her tits and shaking them desperately like a madman. I was totally into it, I was intoxicated. She moaned with every jerk I made, and I pressed one hand against her breasts and tickled her clit with the other. We both climaxed almost simultaneously, and I could hear my cock “popping” in her wet pussy.

When we were done, we stayed so like we were dead.

When I withdrew my cock, it was still hard. Ursula was embarrassed because she had never been fucked in this position before. The most pleasurable thing for her was the “slap” of my balls against the bottom of her pussy. I hadn’t settled down yet, I really wanted to spend more time with this beautiful girl, and if it were possible, I would marry her.

She told me she had to go downstairs. She put on her shirt and I helped her get dressed with a friendly smile.

I looked her back and forth once more before I left. I promised to buy her a nice souvenir and she promised to spend the night with me.

(10-10 complete)

The whole castle was still asleep when I went downstairs and lay in bed. My mother brought my lunch and woke me up. She told me that I had to go to the station the next day to fetch my father, who had come with my eldest sister Elizabeth.

Mother was in a very good mood, but not Berthe, who was quite embarrassed by the arrival of her pretty sister. She told me that she was having an affair with the son of a friend of my father’s in business, and that the boy might marry her after he had finished his military service. She told me that, in addition, a lot of things she hadn’t understood before were now clear to her.

For sure, Kate and Elizabeth have been messing around together for a long time, and the two of them were even alone in the shower for an hour at one point.

The next day, I was quite happy to see my mother in the shower, ready for my father’s arrival.

At the station, when the train arrived, I was surprised to see that my sister Elizabeth had become a beautiful young woman. She had pretty little feet, and wore a pair of fine leather shoes, and walked with a twist and a turn that made me envy her Frederick. I had decided that all the women around me would have to be part of my harem, and now that idea was even stronger.

With my father came a friend named Frank, an old bachelor, whose eyes were always fixed on my aunt, and I watched with increased jealousy. Everyone was courteous when introduced to each other. My sister was surprised to find that I was even taller than she was, and we both kissed affectionately.

We did not expect Mr. Frank to follow us. Since there were only two seats in the car, I asked my father and Mr. Frank to ride in the car while Elizabeth and I walked, and my sister agreed.

The scenery on the way was beautiful, and the conversation between the two of us soon became very interesting, my sister taking great pleasure in my compliments on her beauty. When she asked about Berthe, I told her that Berthe was menstruating and able to bear children. Elizabeth looked at me in surprise.

“She’s been in the shower with Kate as long as you’ve been with Kate.” I added, then looked at her fixedly as I continued, “They also sleep in the same room, if you know what I mean.”

My sister didn’t say a word and was red in the face.

“You need not be ashamed, Elizabeth,” I said kindly; “I am not a child any longer. You have seen that when we were children, and our mothers bathed us together, my plaything was no worse than Frederick’s.”

“Roger!”

“We have hair between our legs now, and we know that some things are more exciting than fiddling with our hands.”

Elizabeth was so ashamed that her face looked like a peach blossom, her breasts rose and fell, but she didn’t know how to answer. Suddenly, she looked to see if anyone was paying attention to us, and then asked, “Roger, is it true that before young people join the army, they all have to be naked for people to see? I’ve heard my mom and aunt say that there is such a thing, and there are people in the school dormitory who say the same thing.”

“Frederick, my future brother-in-law should have told you about this! Of course they had to be that way; everyone looked at them as if they were a bride on her first night of marriage. But they can’t get hard at that game, because they’re afraid. So was Frederick, and he couldn’t get hard either.”

“Go ahead! … they’re probably anxious… is it in public? Can women go and see it too?”

“Unfortunately, no.” I said in all seriousness, “Elizabeth, I wouldn’t be shy around you.” I kissed her affectionately.

When we reached a small grove near the castle, I added, “Do you think there’s a bride in the world who doesn’t strip naked on her wedding night and let the groom have a good look? The groom himself is naked.”

“But men aren’t the same thing.”

“Why? If I stay naked in front of you, you see everything, my hair, the erect guy, my scrotum. But with you, I can only see pubic hair, your pussy is covered. Are you hairy, Elizabeth?”

“Ah! Look how pretty those strawberries are! Roger.” Elizabeth said.

I helped her pick strawberries. We went deep into the woods. I kissed Elizabeth and the plaything was immediately erect and hard as antlers.

“What’s that over there?” She asked.

“A hunter’s cabin, I have the key, that belongs to us.”

The cottage was tucked away in a thicket of trees.

“Wait for me, Roger, I’ll be right there. Be careful someone else sees me.” She went behind the hut and I heard her peeing.

I walked over and saw her squatting, her upper body leaning forward slightly, her legs splayed and her skirt lifted so you could see her calf bellies. Her pants were hanging below her knees, and her urine was coming out from between her thighs. Seeing that she had finished peeing, I was about to duck away, but she was still squatting and had not gotten up. She lifted the skirt to the waist, the pants and faded down faded, buttock groove appeared in the white without blemishes on the round buttocks. After a while, she had a big relief, finished, and peed some more.

This time, I could clearly see the piss dribbling out of the denser maroon pubic hair. After she finished relieving herself, she tried to find some hand towels, but couldn’t, so I rushed over and handed them to her: “Here, Elizabeth.”

A pout came over her face all of a sudden.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I told her, “I need to pee too!” I pulled out the thing, and even though it was hard, I peed out.

When I remembered the manservant, I erected and peed so high that my sister laughed at it. She wiped it up with a handkerchief, and when we heard a noise, and she was frightened, I pushed her into the hut, closing the door behind her as I went.

We looked out of the doorway and saw a pair of maids flirting with each other. The manservant pushed the maid to the ground, then jumped on top of her, pulled out his cock, lifted the maid’s skirt, and grunted like an animal.

I wrapped my arms around Elizabeth and held her close to me, her scent teasing my cheeks, her breasts rising and falling as we both watched the manservant and maid make love without a word. I pulled out my cock and placed it in her hot, thin, soft hand.

With the manservant maid gone, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and wrapped my arms around Elizabeth. Ignoring her struggles, I quickly ripped her pants and shirt off and rubbed her pubic hair with my face. Her legs were clenched, but I could feel her clit was quite hard.

“No, this is too much, Roger, why don’t you get dry? I’m going to scream!”

“If you yell, the people in the castle will hear you… No one will know… that’s how primitive people do it.”

“But we’re not primitive. Roger.”

“Elizabeth, if we were on an island! …” I had put my finger in.

“If my Frederick finds out…”

“He won’t know, come on, honey.”

I sat down in a chair and straddled Elizabeth and she stopped struggling when she felt my big dick against her pussy. She was no longer a virgin and admitted to fucking Frederick once. Her pussy was narrow and very hot and wet and cozy.

She kissed me passionately as well, and I ripped open her blouse and pulled out both of her breasts, sucking on them as they swayed. She began to feel extremely pleasurable as I built my skeleton shoulders around her firm, rounded buttocks, and we reached our sexual climaxes almost at the same time. Then we both vowed never to tell anyone.

We looked at each other warmly for a few moments, and then we headed for the castle.

Everyone was quite happy during the meal. My father was holding food for my mother, Mr. Frank was courting my aunt, and I was talking to my two sisters. My bedroom was given over to Mr. Frank as a guest, and I had to stay on the same floor with the women, in Elizabeth’s house, who stayed with Bert along with Kate.

When everyone was asleep, I looked in my sisters’ rooms and Bert was asleep, but Elizabeth was not in the house. I saw a little light and hid, and saw Elizabeth and my aunt coming in their shirts, peering through the doorway into mom and dad’s room.

I heard a crunch on my bare ass, and then my father’s voice: “Now, take off your shirt and take off your mouth, Anna… you’re so beautiful with your black pubic hair.” Then there was the sound of kissing and whispering.

“Walk up, Anna. Move forward! … stop! …Arms up… You have a lot of hair in your armpits.

Look at how hard it is! Anna, touch it… Raise your gun… over your shoulder… come here!”

“Come on, Char, don’t get so worked up… you’re hurting me… you haven’t looked at me much already. I’m embarrassed to have people look at my ass.”

“Don’t worry, my dear… lie down on the bed, feet up… higher… good… baby…”

The only sound I heard was the bedpan “clacking”.

“Getting to the climax, Anna?”

“Almost there, Char! Ah! It’s coming. It’s so good… Char… ah! Ah!”

“Anna! … I’ve ejaculated! …”

Kate’s voice came up the stairs, and when Elizabeth heard it, she went into her room. Auntie slipped into her room as well, but the door was left open and Auntie went back out of the room. Mom and Dad had turned out the lights and I went into my aunt’s room and was shocked when she came back in. I told her everything that had just happened and she lit the lamp and without saying a word I kissed her and I felt out her beautiful body.

She shuddered and struggled as I grabbed her pussy under her shirt. I soothed her, “Let’s be husband and wife, my dear, beautiful Margaret!”

My hand was playing with her clit and she went limp. I realized that her beautiful breasts were living like two snowballs and I pushed her towards the bed and she started sobbing. I suggested she elope and she laughed out loud. I pulled out my cock, she was even more excited from the champagne she had drunk during the night, she blew out the candles and my slutty root rested in her pretty hand as I pleasured her.

She was so happy that she couldn’t stop moving, her clit swelling. I slipped a finger into her pussy and sucked her nipple with my mouth. Then I lifted up her shirt, held her tightly in my arms, and desperately poked her as-yet-unveiled slit with my slutty root. After a soft squeal, Margaret was instantly overwhelmed with pleasure, transformed into a woman on fire with lust, so oblivious that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

We both put up a fight that felt so good it was almost incomparable, and then, both reached orgasm. I shook desperately and finally shot that life moisturizer into her arms.

I was so happy that my cock was still rock hard. I stroked Margaret gently and then lit the candles, she covered her face with a cushion, she was getting shy and shy again, but I pulled the covers off to see her beautiful body. The hairs of her pussy were stained with a touch of blood, laced with our cum and egg, and I wiped it off for her with my handkerchief, turned her over, tickled her back and buttocks, and tongued her anus.

Then, lying on top of her with my head buried in her fragrant hair, I wrapped my arms around her body and lifted her up slightly as I plunged my cock into her wet crack once more. We both fought for a long time, getting drenched in sweat, and while she screamed like a maniac and ovulated furiously, I ejaculated with a little pain. Having had enough fun, we left.

I spent a couple of weeks aching with all kinds of play. Mr. Frank stepped up his pandering to my aunt. One day Elizabeth and my aunt came to my room crying, they were pregnant, but neither dared to say in front of me that I was the culprit.

I made up my mind at once: “Elizabeth, marry Frederick at once; and you, aunt, marry Mr. Frank, and I will be your best man.”

The next morning, the door to my room opened and Yulsura walked in. She was also pregnant, and I told her to marry the cousin of the administrator who had taken quite a liking to her, and I promised to be the godfather of her child. I then proceeded to strip and lick her pussy and ass. After this, I washed myself with perfume and made her lick my ass. I was so excited that I kissed her so frantically that her hair fluttered on the bed.

Three weddings soon took place in the castle. When it was all over, I took turns sleeping with the women of my harem, each of whom knew what I had done with the others and were therefore very close to each other.

Soon after, Yulsura gave birth to a boy. Subsequently, Elizabeth and her aunt each gave birth to a baby girl.

On the same day, I became godfather to little Roger of Ursula, little Louisa of Elizabeth, and little Anna of my aunt. Three children with the same father, but they will never know it.

I hope to have a few more, in which case I will have accomplished a patriotic act and increased the population of my country.

[End]

Finally, I’ve finished posting this article before the Chinese New Year, which is also my way of wishing you all a Happy New Year. Maybe I didn’t make it clear that I didn’t translate this article, I only OCR’d the book. If I have time later, I will post other French erotic literature.