Sophie at Versailles

As she recovered her composure, I sat back and glanced at Marie, who was seated on a chair vigorously working her hand between her spread thighs. Marie's actions and gasped moans soon announced that she too had achieved orgasm, as a red blush spread across her chest.

Germaine sat up and removed the god from her belly, glancing at both Marie and me. "That was very pleasant, and I can see that you will be excellent students. Sophie has not yet had her pleasure this morning, and we shall need to attend to that. Now let us observe the carving." Germaine sat on a rug that covered the floor, and we sat around her. "The rounded end, which can resemble a plum or a small head is the point which spreads our openings and allows the rest to enter. The other end is attached to the man's belly, from which a small sac of flesh descends and contains the testicles, the source of life. Within the shaft and head is a tube leading to an opening, and when the man is sufficiently stimulated by stroking within us, he shoots his seed into our bellies. Afterwards the blood drains from the penis, and it becomes soft and slack, so that it withdraws from within us. It may then take some time for it to become hard again. A great skill for lovers is to delay the climax until both partners have satisfaction, and it is not always possible."

She handed the god to me. "Place the tip within your mouth." I did so, finding it so large that I had to open my jaws quite wide. At the same time I tasted Germaine's fluid on it. "It is very possible to give a man pleasure in this way, letting him fuck your mouth rather than between your legs. Some men find this more pleasurable than real fucking, and they desire to spend their seed in your throat. The taste is not unpleasant, and such an act can be useful when fucking is not convenient."

My aunt then rose and went to a small table against the wall, where a bottle of wine was to be found. She poured three glasses. We sipped the wine in silence for a time until Germaine spoke once more. "It is my intention today that you be rid of the bothersome hymens, so that you will experience the joy of fucking, and so that for your maiden passage with a man be pleasurable. Have you any objections?" Neither of us spoke immediately, which Germaine took as assent. Leading me to a nearby armchair facing the windows, she positioned me with the cheeks of my bottom at the front edge of seat and placed my legs over the arms, so that I was well spread apart and feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

"Marie, come over and kiss Sophie's mouth, and do not neglect her nipples, which are very erect and demanding a mouth." As Marie moved to comply, Germaine applied her lips and tongue to my private parts, giving me much pleasure and causing my juices to flow copiously. Very soon I was gasping into Marie's mouth as our tongues intertwined. I felt myself grow close to a climax, but each time I neared the critical point Germaine seemed to sense my feeling and reduced her ministrations, so that I teetered near the brink but could not go over. It was thus that I barely noticed the ivory head of the god first enter between the folds of my inner lips and begin to spread apart the gateway to my depths. Germaine maintained a very slow and easy motion of the shaft, allowing my lubrication to ease its path into me, until at length I felt the pressure of the god against my hymen. Now Germaine recommenced to lick around my clitoris, and at the same time inserted a finger gently into my anus. Now there was no question of reaching my climax, and as it overtook me, Germaine thrust the shaft firmly and quickly through my maidenhead, so that the shaft seemed to rush deeply into me. There was a sharp pain, but it was washed away by the stronger sensations coursing through me. Then I collapsed back onto the chair, too weak to do anything else or to hold myself erect as I had been doing up to that point.

After I was sufficiently recovered to look down and see the god immersed inside me up to the handle with Germaine smiling as she held it lightly in her hand I managed to smile back. Marie knelt down to get a closer look at the ivory rod protruding from me. Germaine slowly withdrew the instrument from me, showing a slight trace of blood along the length.

"I shall not fuck you at this time, as there may be soreness for a day or two. I wish your first time to be a pleasant memory. Were I a man, I would probably be pumping away with no regard for your feelings, so you may be grateful at least for that. And as well we have further work to do."

I did not fathom what further work was in store, but as I gingerly lowered my feet to the floor, I could not help exploring my opening with a finger. I felt no soreness, and my inner lips had closed over the opening as normal, almost denying how widely opened I had been only moments before.

"As your aunt, I took on the responsibility for your defloration. Now it is Marie's turn, and as you are her aunt it falls to you to attend to her as I to you."

"Oh, but no!" I exclaimed. "I could not do it as well as you. I don't want to hurt her."

"You will not harm her, and as you love her you will do her a great favor."

Marie came over to me saying, "I could wish it from no one but you. Don't be afraid." She assumed my position in the armchair, and handed me the god. The scene unfolded much as before, as I tried to emulate the actions my aunt had taken with me. When the time had come to insert the god into Marie, I found that she was so well lubricated that it slid easily into her until the head was stopped by her hymen. I gave a gently thrust to the god, but that elicited only a groan from Marie.

"Gentleness is not what is required, Sophie," said Germaine. Some maidenheads are tougher than other, so a firm thrust is needed. We continued to stimulate Marie with tongues and fingers, and when Germaine nodded to me that the proper moment had arrived, I gave a great push on the ivory handle and felt it break through. Marie gave a little shriek and appeared to faint.

After some moments she opened her eyes and smiled at us. I withdrew the god, and could not resist holding open her lips so that I could see the ragged remains of her hymen lining the dark pink of her inner passage.

After another glass of wine, Germaine declared the lessons over for the day. As we left the salon, she gave the god in its case to me. "I make you a present of this, knowing you will always remember this day when you look at it. When your soreness has passed in a day or so, you may wish to practice upon yourselves. We shall make use of it again in the future.

It did come to pass that we found many useful games to play with the god. One that we discovered ourselves was to insert it into one of our bellies, and for the other to mount and rub her sex against the protruding handle, causing extravagant sensations in both of us.

Germaine also showed us how the god could penetrate our rears, a practice we found unpleasant at first but came to enjoy with time. "Just as men enjoy spending within our mouths, so they enjoy equally fucking our asses. A woman who is willing to submit to this practice will find it to her advantage. And there is no danger of conceiving from a man's sperm in the intestines." Germaine showed us a type of balm or salve that both lubricated the passage and also numbed the area; the recipe she gave us showed mint and glycerin among the ingredients, and she assured us that any good pharmacist at Versailles could formulate it for us.

Her advice on Versailles could be summarized as follows: "Each year numerous 'country countesses' like you come to Versailles. You have several years to make your way, and if at the end of the term when your beauty fades you have neither made an advantageous marriage nor become the mistress of a great man, then your fate is to enter a convent or live as an old maid at Reignac. So you must fuck your way to success, as each year some newer and younger women will be your competition. Now you have some advantages, in that the Comte de Reignac is a great friend of the King, and his son is a rising man in the army. You must use these trumps as well as your bodies to advance yourselves."

In the year we spent with Germaine, sexual proficiency was not the only topic on which we were drilled. To her credit, we became expert in the intrigues of the court, the etiquette demanded in all situations, how to dress ourselves and our hair. We were also coached in all of the gambling games then popular with the courtiers, and how to either win, or at least avoid losing large sums.

A most important lesson dealt with accidental conception. A woman who bore a bastard could expect no benefits for her offspring, and the baby would almost certainly be given to the Church and placed in an orphanage. Children were never seen at Versailles, and even married nobles were required to keep their children in houses away from the palace. The sole exception would be if the father were the King, or a prince of the blood, in which case carrying a natural child would be the making of the woman. However, the King's official mistress was the beautiful Madame de Montespan, so the chances of becoming the King's new mistress were remote. Germaine gave us the names of certain reliable midwives who could relieve us of an unwanted pregnancy should the occasion and need arise.

At the end of the year, Germaine announced that she and father had arranged positions for us at Court. I would become one of the ladies-in-waiting to Madame, the wife of the King's brother, and Marie would join the household of the Duchesse de Maine, a daughter-in-law of the King.

My position with Madame was one which Germaine had occupied during her time at court, and so she was able to give me good advice in advance of my arrival at court. It seems that she had also briefed the Princess, as I deduced during my first interview. Madame, as she was known at court, had married the King's brother as part of a royal alliance with the Palatine states; she was also known as the Duchess of Orleans, Liselotte, and "The Palatine". My father had been part of the diplomatic mission which had arranged the details of her marriage, and Liselotte recalled him with affection.

"An excellent German accent, as opposed to the ass-braying of the rest of them," she said recalling that time. "And your accent is good as well. It will be nice to speak normally from time to time. As to your duties, they are very light, mainly to stand around to watch us eat and to be available to play at cards when we need a fourth. I understand you ride as well?"

"Yes, highness," I replied.

"That is well. I like to ride to the hunt, and want you to come with me, that is, if you can keep up."

Madame was a rather dumpy woman and of a pleasantly ugly appearance. At the time she was 36 years of age. I could not imagine that I would not be able to ride as well as she, but she was in truth an excellent horsewoman and fearless besides. In a month we became rather intimate, as she seemed to regard me a something of a daughter, and I soon earned the enmity of several others of her ladies, who were neither able to converse in German nor to ride to the hunt.

Monsieur, her husband and the King's younger brother, was a merry pleasant individual whom I saw from time to time. The couple had three children, notwithstanding that he was a notorious homosexual and had a stable of male lovers around the court, the most notable of whom was Phillipe, the Chevalier de Lorraine. Madame detested the Chevalier, but was never able to pry her husband away from him. For this reason, she was reputed to have taken many women to her bed, among them the Dauphine. Germaine had intimated that she herself had shared Madame's bed in times past, and I would have felt obligated to do so as well had the requirement arisen.

Liselotte took an interest in my advancement, and offered sage advice to me from time to time. She encouraged me to join the King's hunt whenever possible, and to be aggressive in my riding. The King loved to hunt and usually went several afternoons per week. He did not require anyone who did not love the chase to participate, so that the crowd of courtiers that surrounded him at the palace was considerably reduced in the field. In this way I attracted his notice on several occasions, and it was reported that he had asked who I was and made favorable comments about me.

Someone else took a keen notice in me, and made it a point to ride with me during the hunts. Charles de Longeville was a young nobleman and heir to a small estate in Burgundy. He had been at court somewhat longer than I, and had a reputation as a seducer of women and one who made free with the willing maids at the inns in Versailles village. Since Monsieur and Madame were then in residence at St. Cloud, I had occasion to meet him only during the hunt. He was one of the most handsome men I had met, and his manners were impeccable. He tended to pay me extravagant compliments, and although I had every intention of resisting his charms I gradually fell under his spell.

Liselotte's opinion, when I sought it in his regard, was that for a dalliance he would be appropriate, as a marriage prospect he should not be considered for reasons of financial prospects. As I became more infatuated, and indeed eager for an initial coitus, my body yearned to give itself to him while my mind urged caution.

After some months, the court of Monsieur moved to Versailles for the summer, and I was allocated an apartment in the palace. Now this was no small thing, as the King personally decided who would live there and who, like Charles, would be forced to rent rooms in the village. Marie had been living all spring in the palace, and our communications had been via small notes passed by our maids. She intimated that she had become the close "friend" of a member of the court, but was coy as to whether she had yet been fucked by anyone. I was likewise coy about my relationship with Charles, preferring to let her guess the depth of my feelings. And even when we were living within the palace, I rarely saw her save at a distance, when we could wave at each other discreetly.

During the summer my afternoons were generally free, and I took a fancy to strolling along the long basin within the park of Versailles. Although bordered by a pleasant footpath and plantings of trees, few members of the court cared to walk in nature, and most of the traffic in this area consisted of carriages or the occasional horseman. During my walks I often encountered Charles who "happened" to be taking the air on horseback. We fell into the habit of walking together, with him leading the horse by the reins. He was a practiced seducer, and I enjoyed the extravagant compliments he showered upon me.

Feeling that the time had come to experience the true meaning of lovemaking, I eventually acceded to his suggestion to have a pique-nique in the park. I had just had my monthly flow, and knew that I was in a "safe" period. The idea of a pique-nique was a euphemism for an assignation, and the park of Versailles was well-known as a site for such meetings. So it was on a hot June afternoon that we met along the basin. Charles came as usual on horseback with a packed saddlebag. When we had arrived at a secluded copse he produced a fine cotton blanket on which he spread a bottle of wine from his estate (so he said), a large loaf of bread, several jars of paté, and two ripe peaches. I was hungry in more ways than one and made a good lunch while avoiding Charles' attempts to kiss me.

Finally as I finished my peach with the juice running down my chin, I offered my lips to his. His kisses inflamed my dormant passions, and as he licked the sticky juice from around my mouth I let my hand lie lightly on his thigh as he sat close to me. He took this as a hint to place his hand on my right breast as our tongues danced within our joined mouths. From there it was a natural progression to mutual groping. I had taken care to wear loose clothing so that I had only a light slip under my dress, and his hand was soon within my bosom, pinching my nipples and bringing them erect under his ministrations. My hands soon found the buttons of his trousers, and freed his member from its constraint.

His was the first penis I had ever touched and the first erect one I'd ever seen. Being eager to compare it to the carved example, I broke our kiss and bent down to inspect it before taking the head into my mouth. Charles seemed to be of average size, and the soft feel of the foreskin was something new and thrilling as I stroked it up and over the head, all the while bathing it with my tongue. Charles seemed surprised at my actions, but as I sucked him he raised the hem of my gown and placed his hand under the slip to explore my already-moist sex. We were both too impetuous to wait longer, and though he attempted to push me onto my back, I demurred and instead persuaded him to lie back on the blanket.

For my part I straddled him, and holding his erect member in one hand and my dress and slip in the other, lowered myself onto him until the head of his penis lodged at the entrance to my sex. As I slowly lowered myself, pushing him deeper into me, I leaned forward to kiss him deeply. When our bellies were touching, I paused to savor the feeling of that first penetration. Charles seemed surprised looking into my eyes, but soon he was thrusting into me rhythmically; I controlled the pace by meeting each of his thrusts as I felt my orgasm build slowly. Charles pulled the loose neck of my gown over my breasts, so that they were exposed to the warm air, and as we fucked he massaged them and rubbed my erect, sensitive nipples with his palms.

Now my climax was very near, and we pounded each other hard, each thrust of his penis into me seeming to bring it closer until at last I sensed the inner muscles of my passage contracting against his shaft. I could not resist letting out little high-pitched shrieks as I orgasmed, then collapsed on Charles' chest. He had not climaxed within me and quickly rolled me over so that he was on top, still embedded deeply inside my belly. Then he continued to fuck me rapidly until, within a half dozen strokes, he stopped with our bellies touching, and I knew he was ejecting his seed inside me.

When we had recovered ourselves somewhat, he rolled away from me, and we adjusted our clothing to a more modest state. He propped himself onto one arm and looked at me quizzically. "I had believed you to be some shy convent girl with whom I would need to spend many hours in instruction in the sweet art, but here I find that it is I who am in need of instruction. Never have I been so well deceived in advance and astonished in the aftermath."

I found this speech to be so charming that I replied honestly. "Monsieur, while your compliments are sweet, I say to you that it is I who was and am in need of a tutor, and in truth you are the first man to have congress with me. You may be disappointed not to have my maidenhead as a trophy, but know that no other can claim it in priority to you."

"A pretty reply, my dear Sophie. It has never been my habit to boast of maidenheads, and you have given me greater pleasure today than any lady of my acquaintance. I trust that we shall always be the best of friends, and anything I can do to help you, you need but ask."

"Another glass of wine would help me at this moment, my friend." After refreshing ourselves for some time, the spirits rose again in our bodies and we were eager to rejoin the combat. This time I lay on my back with my knees spread, while Charles above fucked me with long easy strokes. I let me hands roam over his chest, and even ventured to reach behind and feel his tight sac as it lay against my bottom. Feeling it tighten under my touch Charles increased his stroking as his climax neared. "Spend on my belly," I begged him, as I was anxious to see his engine spurting and to see his sperm on my skin. He obeyed my wishes and withdrew just as the first gouts sprang from the tip of his member, bedewing my sparse hairs with a quantity of viscous white fluid. I took a few drops onto a finger that I brought to my lips, tasting a man's semen for the first time. I found its taste not unpleasant, and as I had not had my pleasure completed, I stroked my engorged clitoris with fingers moistened in the male essence until shortly my body yielded to me its greatest pleasure.