Chateau

Chateau
by J. Boase
© 2001

Reproduction in any form prohibited without the express written permission of the author at the link below. Please note that this poem appears in my book EROTIC MUSE - Sonnets about Sex (2001 and 2003 editions).

I

The limousine crunched up the tree-lined drive,
We tensed as the chauffeur stood to the door;
How thrilled we were to see our men arrive,
This escapade had been worth waiting for.
‘They’re perfect specimens! You have excelled!’
‘I took my time. We three deserve the best.’
‘To us!’ Our mutual satisfaction swelled,
This weekend fantasy had long obsessed.
Maidservants took the men to be prepared,
Our orders comprehensive and precise;
No detail of their bodies to be spared,
Perfection to indulge our secret vice.
‘We’ll bathe and dress, then let the games commence!’
‘A toast to the pursuit of decadence!’

II (The Head Maid)

Our task was to prepare and groom the men,
Fine fellows of phenomenal physique;
Their body hair had been removed by then,
We shaved their faces silky-smooth and sleek.
A scented bath, each man washed carefully,
The scalp massaged, the long dark hair shampooed;
A tepid shower to rinse them thoroughly,
Slow towelling of their bodies to conclude.
Our mistresses had chosen body scents,
And specified how they should be applied;
(A turn-on for us too, these gorgeous gents..!)
Hair brushed devotedly, pulled back and tied.
A robe of silken softness, fine and black,
Slit to the waist in centre, front and back.

III

The grooming tempted us, for fun we spied,
Our peepholes gave an appetising view;
Broad shoulders, narrow waists, long legs we eyed,
Choice bodily delights we’d soon pursue.
Enthralled, I marvelled at their shapely thighs,
Supremely sculpted bottoms, bellies firm;
Soft penises gave promise of full size,
In time we would their staying power confirm.
A run of water down a manful back,
Engrossed, I watched its progress bit by bit;
Slow, tantalising trickle to his crack,
I shivered at the thought of licking it.
Delectable male handsomeness on show,
Our bodies lively, randy minds aglow.

IV

The three of us at table, laughter, wine,
At liberty our instincts to express;
The means by which we would the men assign
Had been devised. Which one would I possess?
Each man would wear a singular tattoo,
Imprinted on the upper, inner thigh;
The stallion, boar and Priapus we knew,
But did not know which symbol on which guy.
Three numbered papers, folded in a dish,
We drew in turns, deciding 1,2,3;
The first then chose the motif of her wish,
The others followed suit excitedly.
That done, we moved into the drawing room,
‘We’re ready for the men now, I presume?’

V

Tall, statuesque, exciting to behold,
Magnificent, a feast for woman’s eyes;
Proud, clit-engorging, confident and bold,
Each one a stunning, virile, sexy prize.
‘First man, approach!’ He came before our chairs,
Two of us drew his silky robe aside,
On soft and scented skin, bereft of hairs,
A rampant stallion, flaunting it with pride.
The Priapus was on the second man,
With massive penis pointing at the sky;
The boar required but superficial scan,
Impossibly erect on perfect thigh.
Consumed by our lascivious intent,
My sheath was wet, my nipples prominent.

VI

Time then for introduction to our men,
In separate rooms acquaintance to pursue;
My eagerness was far beyond my ken,
Excitement, expectation, passion grew.
‘Undress! Lie face down on the bed! Don’t speak!’
I watched his male magnificence obey;
Divine, majestic body at its peak,
In high-heeled shoes and panties I would play.
I’d lick and kiss and stroke all over him,
Aroused by shapely shoulder, buttocks, back;
Flat abdomen, calf well-turned, waistline slim,
Hair now untied, cascading shiny black.
A banquet of nude masculinity,
Resplendently laid out in front of me.

VII

My breasts and mouth and hands stroked bum and back,
To every sexual whim I could submit;
Taut nipples brushed enticing cheeks and crack,
Exciting surges stirred tumescent clit.
I turned him, he was marvellously long,
Voluptuary’s penis, hard and thick;
Smooth-silken yet imperiously strong,
A cock to touch a woman to the quick.
Along, around, beneath I ran my tongue,
Kissed, licked and lapped and sucked its lovely length;
Mouth-watering the fruitful balls that hung,
Such contrast in their frailty and their strength!
Three times I sensed him just about to come,
To his indulgence I would not succumb.

VIII

‘I’ve done enough. Your turn to pleasure me.
Take off my shoes and panties! Lay me down!’
Such frank behavior, inhibition-free!
In these licentious waves I’d surely drown!
His sensual ministrations were sublime,
Soft kisses, tiny licks, light finger-stroke;
My stallion and my satyr, in his prime,
My juices he continued to provoke.
I turned. Lips, tongue and fingers slow caressed,
Each touch a deeply satisfying thrill;
An age he took to kiss the swell of breast,
My sex he probed with patient, gentle skill.
Aroused, aflame I sought his stiffened prize,
And guided him between impatient thighs.

IX

He rocked his hips, slipped slowly into me,
The thought of this had turned me on for weeks!
Enfolding, holding him exultantly,
My palms spread on his smoothly muscled cheeks.
Sheer joy of being covered, opened, filled,
Impaled beneath that virile, handsome man!
A dream come true, a fantasy fulfilled!
Elatedly my mind and spirit ran!
I lifted to his thrustings, claiming him,
His balls bumped lustily on my backside;
Their juice profuse would fill me to the brim,
My woman’s urge became a swelling tide.
So close... So close... Then I could take no more,
I came as I had never come before.

X

We drifted into deep and sated sleep,
And woke to bird calls of the early light;
Complacently I felt his semen seep,
Our coupling a sensational delight.
His skin intoxicating, warm and sweet,
Aroused anew, I kissed his neck and chest;
We cuddled close, enjoyed the touch of feet,
He stroked my hip and buttock, cupped my breast.
I straddled him, my sleepiness dispelled,
And welcomed him into our liquid blend;
His penis, semi-soft, soon rigid swelled,
Our passion even last night’s would transcend.
Again my woman’s sway I would affirm,
Rejoicing in my power to draw his sperm.

XI

Broad sunny terrace, crispy morning air,
Iced water trickled gently down our throats;
Stretched leisurely on soft reclining chair,
Well-rested, robed, we sat comparing notes.
The men had all passed their initial test,
Our instincts had flown unrestrainedly;
Intense virility we could attest,
A surfeit of raw sensuality.
Sweet oranges, black grapes, plump strawberries,
Warm croissant lightly spread with ginger jam;
Espresso coffee, rich and creamy cheese,
Coarse-textured bread, the thinnest slice of ham.
‘Some time alone before we play again,
We’ll meet by Aphrodite, say at ten!’

XII

The water in the stream was cool and clear,
We swam and frolicked near a waterfall;
The strident sounds of peacocks met the ear,
Our Eden, that would heart and mind enthral.
The men we sent to walk among the rocks,
We ogled them while resting on the grass;
So pleasurable watching bobbing cocks,
Butts well-proportioned, visages of class.
Beneath the waterfall we swam in pairs,
The water roared and splashed in grand cascade;
I reached between his legs and felt his wares,
With joyous, earthy randiness we played.
A game of hide and seek to get us dry,
Cavorting nude, at one with earth and sky.

XIII

Spread rugs, a gentle breeze, secluded glade,
Our swim had given energy afresh;
Chilled chablis, lobster, peaches, dappled shade,
Our thoughts returned to matters of the flesh.
Magnificently hard, our men reclined,
We mounted them to exercise control;
Our bodies hot, our spirits unconfined,
Enraptured ride on lust-inspiring pole.
While fucking mine I watched the other two,
And quivered as they took those big cocks in;
A riveting, exhilarating view,
A thrilling blend of decadence and sin.
In time rang out all six climactic cries,
We capered off, fresh semen on our thighs.

XIV

We lazed and dozed until late afternoon,
Then met in cloistered garden for champagne;
The sky was clear, that night would be full moon,
Our conversation in lighthearted vein.
‘Wow, yours was big! How ever did it fit?’
‘You have the most fantastic ass and tits!’
‘I had to take him slowly, I’ll admit.’
‘I came so hard I nearly lost my wits!’
A second bottle, vintage Veuve Clicquot,
Hilarious, salacious repartee;
‘I’ve got a lovely wet patch down below!’
The others laughed in concert: ‘Same for me!’
Close friends in bawdy conversation frank,
‘To womanhood!’ The toast we gladly drank.

XV

Sweet-scented bubble bath, red candles lit,
Vivaldi mandolin in muted tone;
A young maid brushed my skin with massage mitt,
Then rinsed my hair and left me on my own.
So peaceful and relaxing lying there!
Consuming all my thoughts, the day’s delights;
Warm sun, cool stream, invigorating air,
Arousing, heady, stimulating sights.
I closed my eyes, could feel him still inside,
Hard, woman-gratifying, long and thick;
A sweaty, unrestrained, triumphal ride,
Hot-pulsing flow, my pussy semen-slick.
The maid returned, towelled dry my steaming flesh,
My mind and body craved adventures fresh.

XVI

Skin creamy-smooth, gown figure-hugging, black,
My breasts its neckline tokenly concealed;
Diaphanous, slit to the thigh, no back,
Seductiveness of nakedness revealed.
This night in mind a gown we’d each designed,
‘One garment only’ wickedness decreed;
Conducive to a daring state of mind,
Facilitating every carnal need.
Our eyes lit up, we ‘oohed’ in unison,
Curved shapeliness alluringly displayed;
Of inhibition, hang-up there’d be none,
Libido we would blatantly parade.
A glass of good sauternes, its color straw,
This was a night we’d long been waiting for.

XVII

Rich curtains, drawn, in red and gold brocade,
Soft glow from candelabra, chandelier;
From ornate vases, urns, blooms in cascade,
Quartet by Mozart, pleasing to the ear.
Three places set with silver cutlery,
Rare plates and cups of elegant design;
Fine glasses made by hand, exquisitely,
A gourmet menu and the best of wine.
Black leather shoes, black trousers, shirts pure white,
Our men were appetisingly attired;
A musky after-shave, its scent but slight,
Yet quick to get imagination fired.
Their service excellent, then as foretaste,
They served our cognac naked to the waist.

XVIII

Long gallery, gilt mirrors, candle light,
Scenes pastoral, stern portraits lined the walls;
Grim ancients in whose minds we’d reignite
Liaisons secret, lavish costume balls.
I pressed into my lover’s manly chest,
His muscle-rippling back my arms around;
Exulting in the pressure on my breast,
His knee pushed forward, pressing on my mound.
Slow, steamy dance, lust dominating thought,
Desire for him an overwhelming urge;
I licked his skin, my mouth his nipples sought,
And felt a tidal wave of passion surge.
Lips locked, tongues met with urgency, hands strayed,
Curvaceous bottoms mirrored as they swayed.

XIX

Snug drawing room, carved panels, tapestries,
Ornately woven rugs on polished floor;
An atmosphere conducive to the tease,
A place to act the strumpet, play the whore.
I shed my gown, on silk chaise longue reclined,
One foot a-floor, one leg upon its roll;
Libidinous and wanton frame of mind,
At first touch of his mouth I lost control.
He licked and lapped and sucked my willing lips,
Then thrust his tongue with raw intensity;
I pushed against his face with lifting hips,
My randy clit bestirred convulsively.
My blinding, noisy climax all amazed,
I’d never come before while others gazed.

XX

Bedchamber softly lit, four poster bed,
The kind of room where sexual secrets dwell;
Tall canopy of gold and silken thread,
On satin sheets we laid a nude Michelle.
And held her down, on to each arm, each leg,
Impressively erect her lover knelt;
He stayed his entry, teased her, made her beg,
Then took her, to his balls. It made me melt.
I held an ankle, so could watch in awe
The flexing of his buttocks as he thrust;
He’d hold, she’d toss her head, entreating more,
He’d lunge with vigor, answering her lust.
She moaned in satisfaction of her need,
His cheeks in spasm as she claimed his seed.

XXI

Exquisite garden off the drawing room,
White gravel path, superbly sculpted trees;
Dew-misted lawn, bright moon, sweet scent of bloom,
Nicole presenting, svelte on hands and knees.
Her lover kneeled, delectably full stand,
His cockhead eased apart her plumpen lips;
I shivered as I sensed her sheath expand,
Tensed when he gripped her firmly by the hips.
Petite Nicole, ensheathing massive male,
Rejoicing in her femaleness, eyes closed;
Her body seemed diminutive and frail,
Yet sexual dominance her will imposed.
She fucked him jubilantly, fervently,
And came in sweeping waves of ecstasy.

XXII

Relaxing spa, all six, all briefly spent,
Warm water streaming soothingly on skin;
Mere pause in our lascivious intent,
Mere respite in our appetite for sin.
Our mood subdued, our memories enthralled
By images of bodies having sex;
Audacious, lewd, exciting sights recalled,
My mind possessed by watching buttocks flex.
Our lovers dried and robed us tenderly,
We left them for a while to sip champagne;
The time had come to share around the three,
Our pleasure to pursue in new domain.
Enthusiasm we could not disguise,
Their cocks had rested, now again must rise.

XXIII

Dim drawing room, the maids had cleared the floor,
Deep, downy bedding laid out in a square;
We took a different partner from before,
The favors of the others we’d now share.
I pressed into a man, enjoyed his kiss,
His cock was hard and hot against my flesh;
I straddled him, ensnared his shaft with bliss,
He stretched and filled me, rapture flamed afresh.
I rode that gorgeous stiffened staff sublime,
And took his length until he touched my top;
A wondrous rod of manhood in its prime,
Magnificent! I didn’t want to stop.
And yet a time to change we had agreed,
Dismounting him I found another steed.

XXIV

Michelle held her man’s penis at full stand,
Nicole, splay-legged, lay upon her front;
Michelle uncompromising with her hand,
Nicole’s man pistoning into her cunt.
Promiscuous adventure, free for all,
I sought the nearest sac of balls and licked;
I watched Nicole across the bedding crawl,
The biggest of the penises she’d picked.
An eager tongue my anus ran around,
I jutted out my backside, loving it;
My tumid clit a questing finger found,
A steely cockhead slipped into my slit.
Unfettered, brazen sexuality,
A joyful pageant of carnality.

XXV

Unbridled, unrepressed debauchery,
Tits, bums and mouths and balls and cocks and cunts;
The sights and sounds of sexual revelry,
Loud sighs and cries and moans and groans and grunts.
Intuitively combinations changed,
Nude limbs untwined then intertwined anew;
Bare bodies disentangled, rearranged,
Abandoned, wild, unshackled by taboo.
Two men took turns to take me from behind,
The first held back, the second of them came;
Voluptuous in body, spirit, mind,
Free-spirited, no modesty or shame.
A while I rested from this scene debased,
Returned, refreshed, another cock encased.

XXVI

Fulfilled, contented, sated, sticky-thighed,
We had a drink, the men we sent away;
How pleased we were! Our smiles we couldn’t hide,
Exuberantly libertine foray!
Nicole, slim legs outspread, lay on her back,
I kneeled and sucked her nipple lovingly;
Her fingers stroked my thighs and cheeks and crack,
Michelle used mouth and hands so tenderly.
The two of us long pleasured thus our friend,
On journey unbelievable she went;
Trust, understanding, lust in lovely blend,
Her coming was a beautiful event.
I held her hand until her soul returned,
Through casement window dawn could be discerned.

XXVII

Michelle lay sleepily, at peace within,
She smiled at me and murmured a request;
I sensuously rubbed her flawless skin,
Her shapely figure sensually caressed.
Strokes velvety, for both a welcome balm,
The perfect way to end the night, unwind;
Replete, relaxed she purred in blissful calm,
Her pleasure metaphysical, refined.
Nicole my forehead sensitively stroked,
Then eyelids, temple, cheeks and line of jaw;
On nipples, breasts such joy her touch evoked,
Slow belly rub, palm cupped around my core.
Soft pressing on my clit, release profound,
Embracing me, she slowly brought me round.

XXVIII

‘Oh god, I need a coffee, short and black’.
Of all weekend this time would be the worst;
‘Of course, madame.’ Two pillows for my back,
Cool water to relieve my raging thirst.
My headache less severe than might have been,
Dulled down by morning-after lethargy;
Save from my well-used cunt a twinge obscene,
What you’d expect from having sex with three.
A scented bath, a flute of Veuve Clicquot,
The maid with sympathetic, gentle touch;
The water warmly soothing down below,
I’d had my fill of rampant cocks and such.
We pecked at lunch, subdued yet keen to find
Adventure of more cultured, courtly kind.

XXIX

Bright sunny garden, brushes, pots of paint,
Men into works of art to be transformed;
Artistic licence loosed without restraint,
Great deeds of living art to be performed.
Our theme from mother nature : vivid flowers,
Our canvas : legs and belly, butt and back;
A searching test of our artistic powers,
I giggled as I strove to paint his sac!
Excitement and enthusiasm reigned,
From time to time we’d rest, our men compare;
Aesthetic talent, stunningly unchained,
Such aptitude, such genius, such flair!
Three gems of human creativity,
Such classy artworks one would rarely see.

XXX

Mid-afternoon, warm sun, back in the glade,
Contentedly we lounged and sipped champagne;
The music of Debussy, sweetly played,
Our works of art with dance would entertain.
Bare graceful bodies moved majestically,
We gazed in admiration and in awe;
Inspiring show of human symmetry,
Lithe harmony of movement to adore.
Then glowing, sweaty limbs cooled in the stream,
Dismay, frustration in our faces showed;
As paint washed off we sensed a fading dream,
Ah, could we not prolong this episode?
Their lovely forms we followed through the trees,
Breathtaking beauty fanned by gentle breeze.

XXXI

‘We did it, friends!’ A final glass of wine,
Our mood reflective, sober, wistful, sad;
Our sentiments too complex to define,
What an amazing interlude we’d had!
We left as we’d arrived, each on her own,
Reluctantly we hugged and said farewell;
It seemed so short a time, the hours had flown,
On cherished moments each of us would dwell.
I drove off first, with hurried kiss goodbye,
Emotions mixed, tears flowed abundantly;
Our fantasies and passions had run high,
We’d lived for pleasure, self-indulgently.
Within my sheath a pleasant woman’s-ache,
We’d dared of life’s excesses to partake.