Sophie at Versailles

"The way you take pleasure gives me an almost greater pleasure from watching you. I hope we shall have the opportunity to renew and expand this relationship in the next days," Charles said in a low voice as I recovered my breathing.

"If you are a good and faithful friend, I see no impediment to that request," I replied coquettishly. And in fact I relished the idea of seeing him again at the soonest opportunity, as I was in the process of falling deeply in love with him, the first love of my life.

That evening I composed a note to Marie admitting that maiden passage of love had taken place, and sent it by my maid to the distant part of the palace where she was lodged. A return note came with her congratulations, and her report that she had sampled the delights of fucking with two different men, that the men were the greatest of friends but that one had apparently found a new paramour so that she was now the mistress of the other. Neither she nor I mentioned the names of our lovers, as discretion seemed advisable when communicating via servants. She promised to reveal all when we were again face to face in private.

Over the next weeks I met Charles as often as possible in the park. It would have been impossible to remain discreet were we to meet in my room, and although he pleaded for me to join him at the inn where he lodged, I insisted that our love and lovemaking remain a secret for us alone. Despite this caution, our names were soon joined by popular gossip, and Liselotte warned me that such gossip could be dangerous to my goal of finding a more suitable husband.

During that first magical month I exercised all of the fantasies that had grown during the games with Marie and the ivory tool. From the first I was afraid of the sperm that could impregnate me and bring my disgrace, but at the same time I was enamored with that enchanted fluid, and I longed to play with it on my skin and in my mouth. So I encouraged Charles to spend his seed on my body and in my mouth, once he had exercised his tool in my body. It was with relief that my monthly flow commenced, putting a temporary end to our rendezvous.

My relations with Charles were then disrupted by Monsieur returning to St. Cloud, meaning that I was obliged to leave Versailles with them. The first weeks back were quite dull away from Charles, and the boredom was broken only by the chance to ride to the hunt. While Liselotte and I enjoyed these days, her enjoyment was tempered by the presence of her great enemy and rival Phillipe de Lorraine, who joined the hunt on the days that Monsieur deigned to lead us.

To me Phillipe had always been charming, but as a partisan of Liselotte I naturally felt him to be in the enemy camp. Although an open admitted homosexual, he was married and had several children. One afternoon, Liselotte called me into her private boudoir. "Have you remarked that the Chevalier has been paying you particular attentions?" she demanded.

"No more than any gentleman of the court," was all I could say.

"I have certainly remarked it myself, and for me the cause is clear. As you are tall and slender, and wear riding clothes that are rather boyish in style, I am sure he regards you as type of female Ganymede."

"I shall certainly be on my guard to discourage any such attentions, your Highness."

"By no means, my dear. It occurs to me that should he transfer his attentions to you, then his hold on my husband will be loosened."

"You wish me to have a dalliance with him?" I asked in wonder.

"Being the mistress of the Chevalier is not the worst goal for a young lady such as yourself, and you could count on my gratitude as well," she said meaningfully.

I could do nothing but give me assent to encourage the Chevalier should be occasion arise. In fact, such an occasion occurred within a week when the next hunt in the forest of St. Germaine was announced. Monsieur was indisposed, and to my surprise the Chevalier suggested that I might join him after the hunt in a small repast which he would be hosting in a pavilion to be erected in the forest. I naturally assented, assuming that others of the hunt would be present. When I told Liselotte of the proposal, she took charge of my wardrobe for the day, giving me a tight jerkin of the finest leather that compressed my breasts and covered the spread of my hips, plus fine silk riding britches and hose. The hunt went off as planned, and although I found the new garments rather uncomfortable, I was able to ride close to Phillipe all morning. After we had killed a stag and numerous hares, he indicated an alley in the forest leading to his pavilion. It was not altogether surprising to find that we were the only two people present; his servants had prepared a magnificent dinner in a clearing, but none of them were be seen when we rode up.

As we dined, I allowed myself to be plied liberally with wine, and soon became gay and carefree. The Chevalier paid me numerous extravagant compliments on my horsemanship, my beauty, and so forth, while for my part I flirted in an outrageous manner. After we had finished eating, he stood up and kissed me on the nape of the neck, Indicating a large fallen tree at the edge of the clearing, he asked if I would be so good as to stand before it. I had no objections, and as I faced it with my hands on the bark, he began to caress my shoulders and hips, while continuing to kiss my neck and ears. Before long his hands were pulling down my riding britches to expose my buttocks to the warm forest breezes.

I felt my sex begin to moisten, and as I heard him loosen his own clothing I prepared to be fucked by the second man of my short career. He gently pushed my thighs further apart, and I felt his member touching between them, rubbing against my inner lips. His goal, however, was not my longing sex, but rather higher, and to my consternation I felt the head of his penis pushing against my bottom hole. I had long since been penetrated there by Marie using the god, but this time there was no assistance from the special salve, and as he pushed himself into me I felt real pain. It was also clear from this assault that his member was considerably larger than average, and perhaps even larger than the god; I groaned under the assault, but determined to withstand it, and in a few moments I felt his belly pressed against my buttocks.

"You are brave to accept me thusly," he grunted, as he began to thrust himself in and out of my ravaged anus. Although in considerable discomfort, I also felt some pleasure, and allowed one hand to descend surreptitiously to my dripping sex, so that the motions of my hand on my lips and clitoris, in time with the rapid thrusting of his penis in my bottom eventually brought me to a strong climax at the same instant that he deposited his warm enema deep within my bowels. As he withdrew, I sank to my knees, and explored my bottom delicately with a finger. It seemed raw and open as I felt his seed dripping down my leg and over my probing finger. Without thinking, I licked his offering from my hand, tasting not only the Chevalier's semen but the musty taste of my ass as well. To my surprise the taste was not at all unpleasant. Turning toward my ravager, I found myself facing his waist and his, to my mind, enormous engine, slick with my fluids and traces of his copious emission. Boldly, I took the slack penis in my hand and washed the head with my mouth, although it was all I could do to get it wholly into my mouth.

When I had finished, the Chevalier looked at me strangely. "That last was something unexpected; I could think you the most practiced harlot in France, or else the bravest novice. Which should I imagine?"

"Whether I shall be a harlot is yet to be seen, monsieur. Yet I tell you that you are the first man to enter me in that way, and it was not as I had imagined it previously."

He laughed and bent down to kiss my forehead. Then he bid me to stand, and taking his handkerchief gently wiped away the semen which was drying on my thighs. He was very gently when examining my anus, and declared that there would be no permanent damage.

"When I proposed our meeting today, I had the intention to humiliate you and thus show my ascendance over your mistress. But you have given me a great pleasure today, and I believe you are not truly a tool of Liselotte. Therefore accept this gift from me, and we shall carry on this dalliance no further." He removed a ring from his finger and presented it to me, along with the magnificent lace from around his neck.

As my bottom was too sore to ride back to St. Cloud, he offered me a seat with a soft pillow in his carriage, and we drove back with my horse tethered behind. I reported my adventure to Liselotte, excepting only the ring Phillipe had given me. "It was worth the effort," she decided, "although perhaps for you too much of a trial. I hope you do not suffer for my scheme." She then gave me a ring from her own hand, and as well admitted me to the right of the tabouret , meaning I could sit in her presence, a privilege that was sought after avidly among the courtiers and which caused much jealousy among my fellow ladies of Liselotte's court. I was not able to avail myself of this privilege for some days, and even at the card tables at night I needed a soft pillow to be comfortable. As I winced and shifted uncomfortably, Liselotte and I shared a secret smile while pretending that I had a case of piles.

I sent the Chevalier's ring to a Jew in Versailles and received an unexpectedly large store of gold coins in return; the lace I incorporated into a new gown that I commissioned from my dressmaker, while Liselotte's ring I wear on my left hand even today. Thus I cannot complain of my adventure in the forest for the cost of a few days pain.

I wrote to Marie describing everything that had happened. In return she sent a note, whose contents I try to reproduce here:

Dearest Sophie,

I congratulate you on yet another conquest. I have not as yet yielded my rear to Etienne, fearing the same discomfort that afflicts you. Yet our experiments at Vicq show that pleasure can be had in that way, in particular with the application of that balm which our dear aunt provided.

Your privilege of the tabouret is greatly to be envied, as I find the necessity to stand in the presence of my duchess three or four hours without intermission to be more than I can tolerate some days.

It is rumored that the King will hold a great fete in the park in several weeks time, so that we should have a chance to meet in the flesh after so long a separation.

Marie



This was the first time she had referred to her lover by name, but since Etienne is so common I had little chance of guessing who it might be.

Marie's rumor proved to be fact, and the King announced a great celebration in the park of Versailles at the end of August to celebrate the marriage of his grandson. All during the early afternoon I was kept busy in attendance on Monsieur and Madame, and it was not until late that I was released from my duties. I had seen Marie at a distance earlier and wandered in that direction hoping to meet her. When I found her seated next to one of the fountains, she was not alone. Two gentlemen attended her, and one of them was Charles. On seeing me approach all three arose. Marie and I embraced, and then each of the gentlemen kissed my gloved hand as I curtsied in return.

Charles introduced the other man as "My oldest and dearest friend, Etienne de la Vailledaire." I immediately surmised that this Etienne was Marie's lover, but I also recalled her earlier admission of having been the mistress of two friends, and so my suddenly jealous mind turned to Charles as her erstwhile lover. Hiding my discomfiture I made typical small talk with the others as I wondered how I would get Marie alone. The chance was to come soon.

"Sophie, Etienne and I wish to invite you and Charles to sup with us tonight at his house, and if you are not otherwise needed by the Princess we could stop overnight as well." She winked at me in a telling manner. "The location is within two leagues and Etienne's carriage can take us there as soon as we wish."

Charles and I had not been together for two weeks, so the opportunity was not to be missed. "I am free for the next two days, as Monsieur and Madame go with the King to Marly. Allow me to prepare a valise and I shall be ready within an hour."

"You need not prepare too many garments," she laughed. "I intend to wear as few clothes as possible." As we walked back towards the palace, I asked her about Etienne. "He has been in the army since the age of seventeen. Now he is twenty-five and commands his regiment in the west. He has been wounded in several battles; you should see the scars on his body. And of course there's his hand."

"His hand? What about it?"

"You didn't notice that his left hand is gone. Of course he has an artificial one, beautifully made. Unless you touch it you would never know. He has several versions according to his mood. They attach to an armature on his wrist. You will really appreciate one of them," she said with a charming laugh.

I would have to find out later about appreciation of a hand, as we had arrived at the palace where we parted ways.

The drive to the Etienne's country house was subdued, as his coachman, valet, and postillions were in earshot, so our conversations were of the commonplace type. Etienne demonstrated his artificial hand for my benefit. The one he was then carrying was beautifully made, and very natural. He mentioned that he had over a dozen different ones, depending on the intended activity.

We arrived as the sun was setting. The house seemed to be an ancient relais de chasse that had been modified into a country residence with the addition of a newer wing, forming an el with the original core of the building. A dinner was quickly prepared and consumed, and by eight in the evening Charles and I were alone in our bedchamber, which was elegantly furnished and well supplied with fine wax candles.

As we undressed, I made the comment that this would be the first time we would be naked together, as each of our couplings in the park of Versailles had been cautious affairs where we had retained a majority of our clothing in case of discovery.

"I had not considered that fact," Charles said when we were as Adam and Eve in the garden. "But I find that each morsel of flesh that you show me makes your beauty even more apparent."

"A pretty speech, my friend", I said as pivoted for him, my arms lifted over my head. For my part, this was the first time I had seen him without the powdered wig that was the mandatory costume for all courtiers. He had cut his hair to a dark stubble in order to make the wig fit well, so his appearance had a strange aspect as he took me in his arms.

That night our passion seemed inexhaustible; Charles spent his seed three times, twice between my legs and a final time in my mouth, and I seemed to experience an almost continual state of orgasm. Our excitement was enhanced and incited by the sounds coming from the adjoining bedchamber, where an excited Marie provided a continuous stream of screams and moans as she and Etienne engaged in the same games. It was after midnight according to the cartel over the mantelpiece before our lust was slaked, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The sun streaming into the open window was high when I awoke next to a snoring Charles. Donning my shift, I found the privy chair behind a screen at the end of the hall, and upon finishing I found Marie, also in a thin shift, waiting for me. "The men are both sound asleep, so here's our chance for a long chat. Let's walk in the garden," she said smilingly.

"I believe they are well worn out. I could hear you and Etienne going at it all night."

"And we could hear you. It was planned that way, you must have known. The sound of another's ecstasy heightens ones own fucking. Almost as much as the sight."

"You mean, watching?"

"Of course."

"Have you done so?" I asked in amazement.

She led me into the garden. It was already very hot, so we headed for a treed area that promised to be shaded. There we found a marble table and benches near to a pool of clear water that was apparently fed by a spring. "My dear Sophie, I believe you still have the most romantic notions of love. If we take pleasure from men, must we love them as well? I do not believe so, and if a man takes my fancy then I see no reason not to use him to my advantage. I believe you are the only person I truly love."

"Don't you love Etienne?" I asked in amazement.

"When I am with him, then perhaps I do in some way, but not in the same sense that you seem to mean. When he is absent another will do."

"You wrote me sometime in the past that you had been fucked by two friends. Must I believe that they were Etienne and Charles?"

"There is no need to be jealous. I have not lain with him since he started his pursuit of you. The truth is that I met him before Etienne, who was still with the army when we arrived at court. It was only later that Etienne returned to Versailles, and Charles is very good about sharing."

"Charles was your first, then?"

"Is that not another fact that seems to bind us together?" She kissed me gently. "Now that all is clear between us, let us bathe in the pool there, as the water is cool and it grows hot." We waded into the pool, the water level of which came up to the middle of my thighs. I held the hem of my shift with one hand, while Marie plunged in directly, so that all but her head was underwater. "You amuse me, standing there like that. Come immerse yourself." I advanced gingerly as the water seemed quite cold on my skin, raising small bumps all over my legs. Marie laughed again and tripped me, so that I splashed down, completely drenching myself so that my hair lay on my shoulders in lank strings. I sat on the smooth stone bottom beside Marie, sputtering and laughing. Once submerged the water felt cool and refreshing.

"You see, you must always follow my example in all things," Marie said to me, touching my breast with one hand and trying to kiss me on the mouth.

"A beautiful tableau, although perhaps a touch Sapphic." It was Charles who spoke these words, and as I disengaged from Marie's embrace I saw Etienne and him standing by the bank. They were dressed only in loose linen shorts, so that I could see Etienne in a state of undress for the first time. Like Charles his sandy hair was cropped close to the skull, and his muscular chest and stomach were marred with several ugly scars. His left arm bore the armature with a strangely formed hand seeming molded in black wood.

As I started to stand I realized that my wet shift, molded to my form, was as good as transparent, and I quickly submerged myself in the water again. Marie laughed at my discomfiture. She stood up and threw her shift over her head, rendering her entirely bare to our view. "I have been naked with all three of you, so I feel no need for modesty here." Charles dropped his garment as well and plunged into the pool to sit between Marie and me.

Etienne looked at me smiling, and said, "With your permission, mademoiselle?" It seemed impossible for me to do other than nod, and soon a naked Etienne joined us in the water.

Charles turned to me. "Now that the three of us are in a state of nature, is it fair that only you retain a garment?" He stood and gave me his hand, so that I stood and allowed him to pull the shift over my blushing head.

"Sophie, your body is so beautiful that it is a shame to ever conceal any part of it. It is regrettable that court practice obliges us to cover ourselves. For my part I would prefer to remain here in the country as we are." This was a pretty speech by Etienne, and I replied to it with a curtsey before settling again into the depths of the pool. Despite my slight discomfiture, I had not failed to notice Etienne's member. Nestled in its nest of reddish blonde hair it seemed considerably larger than Charles'.