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Story title : Erotic Diaries of Nicolas Renovin

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The erotic diaries of Nicolas Renouvin (MF, rom)
by Lisha (LishaVei@aol.com)


What follows is an extract from the diaries of my 
French grandfather who died after a long, full, 
amorous life at the age of 90 in 1992. He willed 
the diaries to me his youngest grandchild because I 
had followed in his footsteps as a journalist. The 
diaries are full of erotic encounters and I hope to 
publish more extracts in due course. This is a 
fairly typical one.  I realize that the style may 
seem quaint at such a remove in time but as the 
extract deals with age-old themes I do not think it 
should prove a barrier to enjoyment.

It was the year 1925, I was twenty-three years old, 
and, my father, a war profiteer had succeeded 
through a series of unwise investments in losing 
not only all his ill-gotten gains but a large 
portion of my mother's money as well. He had fled 
to South America to escape both his creditors and 
the attentions of the law. In consequence of all 
this I was eking out a small annuity, willed to me 
by my late grandmother, with freelance journalism 
whilst attempting to do some serious writing in my 
spare time. 

Having some entree into the fashionable world of 
Paris I found that the pieces I contributed to the 
society journals and the popular press on the 
doings of the idle rich, the famous and the 
notorious proved extremely popular and financially 
quite rewarding. A pleasant little perk was 
provided when I found that a number of ladies, 
mostly married, and some entering their middle 
years, were not unwilling to provide me with 
intimate favours in return for keeping their names 
before the public as it were. After all I was young 
and vigorous and not unhandsome and it proved a 
most enjoyable way of combining business with 
pleasure. 

These ladies would visit me in my modest apartment 
in the Rue des Capucines in the afternoons and we 
would enjoy the pleasure of one another's company 
whilst their husbands were hard at work earning the 
money that kept their delectable bodies clad in 
such exquisite clothes, decorated with such opulent 
jewelry, and fragrant with such expensive perfumes; 
and their empty heads so fashionably coiffeured! I 
particularly appreciated the tantalizingly flimsy 
lingerie they delighted in, making a particularly 
close study of the latest fashions in these 
garments! 
   
   My apartment was small but had been tastefully 
decorated for me by one of Paris's most fashionable 
interior designers who gave his services freely in 
return for generous plugs in the glossy journals. 
My meager funds meant that it was rather sparsely 
furnished but it contained a pleasing mix of the 
old (some good pieces given to me by my mother from 
a country property she had been forced to sell 
following my father's financial debacle. I was 
always convinced that the sale of this, her 
childhood home, had contributed to her sudden death 
only six months after the sale was completed) and 
the ultra-modern. Many of my afternoon companions 
agreed with me that it was tres chic but the only 
piece of furniture they were really interested in 
was the bed, which certainly proved to be both 
pleasing to the eye and serviceable! Not that these 
afternoon dalliances lasted for any considerable 
length of time. With these bored, idle ladies 
novelty was all and novelty soon wears off but that 
was the nature of these affaires and we had our 
pleasure and no regrets.

   I was though on the look out for a different 
kind of woman. One who had money and influence and 
was in a situation where she could share both with 
me. I was willing to play the gigolo if it would 
advance my position in the world. There was  one 
lady who seemed to fit the bill. This was the 
Comtesse Ernestine Vigy Le Brun. She was not young, 
those who knew, or claimed to, said that she was in 
her mid-fifties, others who envied her said that 
she was well on her way to seventy.  From all that 
I heard before actually making her acquaintance I 
had come to regard the Countess as something of a 
tragic figure. 
   
   The widow of a career soldier she had lost her 
husband and both her sons to the army. The eldest 
who had carried on the family tradition and become 
an officer in the regular army survived the whole 
four and a half years of the Great War only to be 
killed in 1920 in Morocco fighting the Riff. The 
youngest had enlisted in the last year of the war 
whilst still under age and had been killed a month 
before the war ended. Her youngest daughter, still 
weak from the ordeal of a stillbirth had succumbed 
to the influenza epidemic. She had another daughter 
still living, Aurore, an artist, who, under the 
name of Aurore Bruneau, had achieved some fame for 
her paintings from life i.e. nudes and her 
landscapes and more notoriety for the erotic and 
pornographic works she turned out to order for the 
discerning connoisseur.   Aurore was very much a 
free spirit and lived the life of a determined 
bohemian.  The Countess, popular report had it, was 
not on good terms with her Aurore. 

   The Countess was a tireless worker for charity; 
for war orphans, for war wounded, for the blind, 
for - the list was seemingly endless. I had 
attended the launch of her latest charity for the 
relief of destitute White Russian refugees and 
afterwards I wrote what I considered to be one of 
my most sympathetic pieces. On the day after it's 
appearance she telephoned me at the office to thank 
me for what she called "my true gentility." I, in 
turn, thanked her and asked if it would be possible 
for her to grant me an interview so that I could 
write a profile of her. She consented on condition 
that she could combine it with a visit to my 
beautiful apartment of which she had heard so much. 
Better and better I thought and so a date was set. 

   She duly arrived in her big Hispano-Suiza 
Sedanca de Ville. The chauffeur assisted her 
descent from it's luxurious interior and discreetly 
departed. I met her in the foyer and explained with 
some chagrin that the elevator was not working, a 
not uncommon occurrence. She took this news calmly 
and took my proffered arm and we mounted the stairs 
to the first floor. When we entered the salon of my 
apartment she was somewhat flushed and rather out 
of breath so I led her to the long sofa, the 
centre-piece of the room and she sat down 
gratefully. She was wearing a plain black well-cut 
suit by one of the foremost coutouriers of Paris, 
her ample figure (and I found myself being aroused 
by this) was obviously well disciplined by her 
foundation garment. The skirt was calf-length and 
she had on black silk stockings and plain black 
court shoes with medium heels. I noticed that her 
feet and ankles were still shapely and slender. 
Draped across her shoulders was a sable stole and 
to complete the ensemble black kid gloves and a 
black toque hat with a little beaded veil. 

"What a soft life I must lead to find a few stairs 
so trying" she exclaimed laughingly. 

   I apologized once again assuring her that the 
whole world admired her for her indefatigable 
energy in the cause of humanity and, after she had 
regained her composure, took her hat, stole and 
gloves into safekeeping. I had resolved on a course 
of obsequious flattery because I was determined 
that she should be the patroness I was looking for. 
   I now considered her physical aspect more 
closely. Her short exquisitely marcelled hair was 
delightful silver gray. Her face was skillfully 
made-up. I say skillfully because it was subtle, 
there was no heavy-handed use of powder and rouge 
trying to give youthful appearance.  

She patted the sofa, "Come sit beside me, do." 

I complied with her request leaving a respectful 
distance between us. I saw a half-smile play upon 
her lips. She looked about her. 

"They were right those informants of mine this 
really is a delightful apartment, it has a very 
cultured ambience" 

I thanked her for her complimentary observations 
adding that she was at the present moment the most 
delightful ornament in it.  

"You flatter me said the Baroness, passing one hand 
lightly over her hair, "I well realize that I 
cannot hope to compete with those pretty young 
friends of yours, so slim, so slender as modern 
fashion dictates. Some of them so skinny that I 
suspect they starve themselves to skin and bone and 
to what end other than to make themselves resemble 
young boys! Twenty years ago it was very different 
when I was their age. Young women then were proud 
of having figures like an hourglass. The ideal was 
to have a full bosom and rounded hips." 

True I thought to myself but what was natural about 
that or the tortuous constrictions of the tightly 
laced corsets worn to bring that idealized shape 
about?

"Well Countess you appear to have been true to that 
ideal.  You have obviously preserved your 
delightfully Junoesque figure and I think Countess 
that like me most men, in their heart of hearts, 
find most attractive those women who ignore the 
dictates of fashion or the whims of dressmakers and 
display their true and natural charms."  

I could see that what I had just said pleased her. 

"Please Nicolas let us dispense with formalities, 
call me Ernestine" she said warmly "Yes let us 
become good friends for I am sure that you 
understand me." Then she sighed, "And yet to you I 
must seem terribly old."

"Not at all," I replied gallantly, at the same time 
feeling a slight thrill as I thought I perceived 
the direction which matters were taking, "Since 
when has age ever prevented two kindred spirits 
from enjoying mutual pleasures?." 

This last remark was something of a hazard so that 
I was relieved when she replied,
 
"Those are my sentiments exactly Nicolas." 

Having said this she held out a slim hand with 
perfectly manicured and painted nails and taking 
mine she indicated that she wished me to move 
nearer to her on that long sofa. I obeyed and moved 
quite close, close enough for me to detect the 
musky fragrance of the perfume she wore. We chatted 
for a while on this and that (many of my little 
stories made her laugh unrestrainedly) during which 
time she imperceptibly moved closer to me so that I 
could feel the warm pressure of a generous thigh 
against mine and her left hand came to rest on my 
right thigh pressing gently as she emphasized some 
point in an anecdote she was telling. I felt a 
sudden and pleasant stirring between my legs. 

"Ah Nicolas I find you such a charming companion, 
so eloquent and so witty, so responsive to a 
woman's needs I have no doubt. Ah, Nicolas 
sometimes one comes almost to the edge of despair. 
The endless round, the dull routine, all the 
wearing committee work, the bickering and 
disagreements amongst those whom one is trying to 
help. The stresses of it all, how one longs for 
some relief, some release!" there was a melancholy 
edge to her voice. "Ah if only I were twenty years 
younger!" And she gave a deep sigh. 

"No Ernestine have we not just agreed that age need 
not  be a barrier to friendship and especially as 
in our case there is such an obvious affiliation of 
the spirit" 

At this she smiled and pressed my hand fondly so I 
decided to hazard all. I got up from the sofa, 
slowly, keeping my left hand across the front of my 
trousers to hide my feelings as it were! Taking her 
right hand in mine I said, 

"If you are rested I will show you the rest of my 
apartment." 
She rose smiling and hand in hand we approached the 
bedroom. When we were inside she exclaimed ,

"Another charming room, so comfortable so relaxing 
surely one could find peace and comfort here." 

She sat down on the side of the bed feeling it 
appreciatively by pressing down on it with her 
hands and bouncing her backside lightly up and 
down. 

"Yes one could definitely find pleasure here." 

She laughed kicking off her shoes. 

"Well then let us try" I replied unfastening her 
jacket and helping her off with it and placing it 
over the upright chair. Underneath it she had on a 
pearl gray blouse of moire silk well filled out by 
her ample bosom but in such a way as to suggest 
that nature was being given a helping hand by the 
corsetiere's art. 

"Ah Nicolas I put myself into your hands entirely 
"she murmured softly. 

"Then I must do all I can to please you Ernestine, 
dear Ernestine" I answered. 

I gently made her stand again and helped her off 
with her skirt, placing this with the jacket. Now 
she stood in just a black lace slip and whatever 
garments were yet to be discovered under it and 
although I was now eager for the fullest intimacy I 
determined to take my time. I made her sit down 
again sitting  next to her and putting my arm 
around her waist I kissed her full on the lips to 
which she responded ardently, returning my kisses 
passionately, and at the same time moved my hand to 
cup a breast. As I had suspected I felt the 
presence of some firm support enclosing the objects 
of my desire. 

"You see Nicolas that I am well armoured against 
your forays," she laughed.

I made her stand up again and quickly divested her 
of the slip, pulling it up over her head and 
casting it aside. Underneath it she had on what I 
think the Americans call a corselette, a foundation 
garment of some silvery material that held her 
breasts in pre-shaped cups and, firmly compressing 
her belly, reached down to the tops of her thighs 
where garters with metal clips held up her black 
stockings.  

"You see Nicolas that I am a hypocrite and that I 
too constrict my body in search of a more youthful 
image even though, sadly, my youth is past," she 
sighed and, observing my interest in this garment, 
asked, "Does it perhaps deter you?" 

"No, on the contrary, I find it strangely 
exciting." And indeed I did as a further urging in 
my loins confirmed. 

"Do you?" she laughed "You will change your opinion 
as you grow older."

We sat again and I kissed her again passionately 
feeling my rod stiffen up. As we embraced I undid 
the garter clips and explored the corselette 
looking for its fastenings. She took my hand and 
guided it round to her back where my fingers found 
the tag of a zip fastener. Eagerly I pulled it down 
and the corselette fell forward from her body. I 
pulled it completely free and dropped it to the 
floor. Now she was naked except for a pair of loose 
black silk drawers and of course her stockings. 

"Now I am defenseless and at your mercy Nicolas", 
she said.

"It is I who am the conquered one Countess," I 
rejoined.

If I had been excited before I was doubly so now at 
the sight of her body. Her breasts were large and 
full but surprisingly they were not loose or 
sagging and her belly was big, broad and round but 
not slack or flabby. She reminded me of a full-
bodied classical statue of an ancient goddess of 
fertility.

"Does it please you, my body," she asked.

"Yes Ernestine it pleases me but I cannot now stop 
at mere visual appreciation," 

I replied and to make my intentions plain I cupped 
a full heavy breast and let my  other hand wander 
down over that ripe belly and under the waistband 
of her drawers, down towards the grotto of 
pleasures. To my surprise her prominent Mount of 
Venus was round and smooth, no patch of pubic hair 
delayed my fingers as they journeyed to the moist 
lips of her vagina. As I gently parted them she 
squirmed and wriggled and moaned and trembled with 
pleasure.

"Oh Nicolas, ah, yes, yes yessssss, I need, I crave 
your love, please, please be kind, do not deny me." 
"Oh Nicolas do not let us delay," she cried 
excitedly.  

I was still fully dressed, and with eager fingers 
she began unfastening my tie and then my shirt. I 
was not slow in helping her and soon my clothes 
were scattered on the floor and I was down to my 
undershorts from the opening of which  my eager, 
rigid, shaft protruded.
The Countess turned and climbed onto the bed clad 
only in her stockings and black silk drawers. As 
she knelt there I pulled the drawers down. Laughing 
she fell forward and I got them down her legs and 
over her feet. She knelt up again and presented me 
with a view of her big, white, round bottom and a 
glimpse of the long slit between her full thighs. 
At this sight of the Promised Land my willing shaft 
reached it's fullest expansion. I felt the wild 
madness of coming sexual pleasure fill my being and 
I was moved to  press her drawers which I still had 
in my hand against my face inhaling their intimate 
scent of her perfume and her warm sex. This heady 
fragrance has always had aphrodisiac powers over 
me.  A telltale dampness at the crotch indicated 
that she was well aroused and ready for the act of 
love.
     As I was thus employed she glanced over her 
shoulder,
 
"Hurry my love, please, please" she cried, 
pleadingly almost.  

I climbed up behind her and put my hands on her 
hips and held her as she was, on all fours. She was 
in a hurry very well I would oblige her. 

"Yes Ernestine, yes you are right. Let us not 
delay", I replied.

I was determined to take her from behind, a 
position, which always gave me maximum excitement. 
From the pressure of my hands on her hips she must 
have divined my purpose because she opened her legs 
and I moved between them. 

"It must be now dear Ernestine, it must." 

"Yes Nico, yes, take me, take me," she replied.  

The head of my eager shaft nudged into her full 
lower lips and with one hand I guided it firmly 
into that ready orifice concealed between them and 
pushed it home purposefully. It entered her well-
lubricated passage and traveled inwards to its 
limit and my belly pressed against her buttocks. 
She gasped and lurched forward at the forcefulness 
of my movements supporting herself on her hands.  
Penetration accomplished I rested on my laurels as 
it were giving her time to adjust to the filling 
presence of my stiff shaft. Then I began to move in 
the time-honoured way, in and out but with long, 
slow movements, pulling my staff almost fully out 
before driving it back home. I intended to take 
full command and do everything the way I wanted. I 
pressed forward over her and nuzzled the nape of 
her neck drawing more sighs and gasps from her. I 
kissed her shoulders, my fingers played up and down 
her arms, gently caressing the soft inner sides. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my love, oh such sweetness 
ohhhhhhhhhhhh" she murmured. 

Next I turned my attention to her pendant breasts, 
cupping their fullness in my hands and gently 
stimulating her swollen nipples with my 
fingernails. The nipples hardened to a budlike 
fullness. She sighed and moaned and pressed her 
buttocks back against my belly. I moved one hand 
from breast to full belly, trailing my fingers over 
its rotundity, my eager fingers skimming her navel 
and moving down into the wiry nest of her pubic 
bush. The outer lips of her treasure were loose and 
wet and I pressed them open with three fingers  
With my forefinger I parted the inner lips of her 
slit, they were so well lubricated by love dew that 
the task was easy. Her clitoris was under my 
fingertip, erect and quivering. I teased and 
tickled it. She cried out with mounting pleasure at 
my actions. My rod stiffened more it seemed at her 
reaction. I began to move faster and she pushed 
back and cried out, 

"Yes Nicolas, yessssss, we must, we must, yessssss, 
together, mussssssst, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. Oh, 
oh, ohhhhhh, your fingers, your lips, your cock, 
your cock, your cock." 

She was frenzied and trembling, and shaking now. I 
was moving fast and I knew the old sensation was 
rising from my balls. I kissed her neck, I squeezed 
a nipple hard, I flicked at her clitoris.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," she 
cried wildly as her orgasm mounted and burst upon 
her. 

I pulled my shaft back and then drove it home as 
she climaxed so did I, and the thrill ran through 
me and my shaft quivered and spurted and shot a 
fountain of hot fluid into her. 

"Nico, Nico, Oh Nico my love, my love, 
aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh Nico what sweet 
release, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as violent 
orgasmic spasms shook her whole body and then she 
fell forward and I lay over her as that 
indescribable feeling died away (too soon as it 
always does) and the last spurts left my throbbing 
cock.  

Afterwards she piled up the pillows and we reclined 
against them. She still carried the glow of sexual 
arousal. Determined not to lose any initiative I 
put my arms around her and held her close to me 
planting kiss after kiss on her lips, which she 
fully reciprocated. Indeed we kissed and kissed 
like young lovers and I held her close. 

"Oh Tina" I said abbreviating her name 
affectionately.

"Oh Nico," she rejoined. "Such delights, such 
delights. It appears to me that you and I are 
perfectly attuned."  

She sighed pressing close to me. 

"And more to come dearest Tina, much more. I want 
to enjoy again and again all the delights of your 
body. I want to enjoy you again and again. 

"Yes Nicolas yes, yes. You shall I am all yours" 

We kissed again and fondled one another. My eager 
hands went down to her full round heavy breasts. 
Our first passage of arms had been so sudden that I 
had not had chance to fully appraise what was on 
offer as it were. I might as well start at the top! 

"Lovely" I murmured fondling them gently. 

"You are not disappointed then by their size?" She 
asked, seemingly anxious.

"You do yourself an injustice to ask that question. 
Your breasts are incomparable." 

"Then you do not find them large and inelegant?" 

This was mere vanity on her part, fishing for 
compliments like some young girl but I played 
along,

"A thousand times no! They are sensuous in the 
extreme" and with great tenderness I imprinted 
kisses on each of her solid breasts. 
They were warm to my lips, the skin delicate of 
texture, creamy-white with tiny and delicate blue 
veins faintly visible through the translucence of 
the skin. The large nipples were already firm in 
the centre of their red-brown areolae. She murmured 
sighingly as my wet tongue flicked at them and as I 
sucked at each one in turn feeling them harden up 
between my lips.

"Such richness of warm and tender flesh," and I 
tongued and kissed them at my leisure. 

Ernestine sighed "Such loving gentleness, yes 
Nicolas ah yes..."

I raised my head and kissed her once more pressing 
my lips passionately to hers. Her hands were not 
idle, they moved over my body, lingering over the 
sensitive areas of my chest and moving downwards. 

"Your body is so slim so hard, so muscular, full of 
the boundless virility of youth, oh for my soft 
flesh to be pressed beneath your supple hardness 
face to face. For though our first union was of 
indescribable pleasure," and here she kissed me yet 
again, " Yet am I old-fashioned enough to delight 
in that position where we can join not only the 
organs of pleasure but our mouths together also." 

Her hand was now on my lower belly, her fingers 
moving like a feather in their lightness. My rod 
already semi-stiff jumped and reared to full 
erection. Her fingers played around the base.  She 
took into her hand and it became stiffer and jumped 
with joy. She removed her hand and wet her fingers 
with saliva returning to circle my shaft with her 
wet fingers. She fondled it moving my foreskin 
backwards and forwards slowly. She was obviously no 
stranger to this kind of love play! 

"Your touch is very exciting" I gasped. 

"To caress you is exciting me greatly as well 
Nicolas my love, exciting me to ecstasy in my most 
vital part." she responded sighingly. 

In answer I moved a hand down to the soft expanse 
of her belly and caressed it lightly with my 
fingertips. Her belly twitched under my touch and 
her grip tightened on my shaft. My fingers moved 
down across the smooth mound of her pubis and once 
again penetrated between her prominent outer lips, 
and touched the top join of the fleshy lips that 
lay concealed within them. 

Ernestine cried aloud as I gently parted those soft 
folds of flesh. "Oh yes, oh yes, there, there, do 
that, make it all nice for me dear Nicolas! All 
nice again." 

She was moist and my forefinger slid easily until 
it found her delicious bud, that quite large, well-
developed bud, which hardened and quivered and 
fluttered as I touched it, she drew in her breath 
swiftly and drew up her knees and then straightened 
her legs again with a twist of the hips. 

"Oh, do that, do that, love me there, dearest boy!" 

Then our mouths were joined again as our busy hands 
brought us both to the edge of fulfillment. She 
took her mouth from mine and her back lifted from 
the bed as she pressed against my hand. I flattened  
my palm against her mound and pressed her clitoris 
with my thumb pushing my middle finger into the 
opening of her vagina. She sighed ecstatically.  
She moistened her fingers again and again she 
worked on my rod and then I knew as did she that I 
was almost at the point of no return and I knew 
that that was what she wanted. She was going to 
make me come like this, she was in control this 
time. 

"Tina, Tina," I cried.

 "Oh, Nicolas, oh, oh, oh," 

"Oh, Tina, I am, I will....

"Oh yes Nicolas let it, let it, let it go my 
love..." And she engaged her other hand and 
squeezed my balls gently, pulling back my foreskin 
as far as it would go, 

"Oh, yesssss it's here it's here Tina, I'm coming, 
oh yes I ammm, ahhhhhhhhhhh..." 

My rod hardened, quivered and jumped in her hand 
and my uncontrollable emission jetted out in a 
series of wild jerks and spurts as the electric 
orgasm ran through me and at the same time her legs 
and bottom thrashed against the mattress as she too 
underwent her climactic experience and she cried 
out in a wailing voice 

"Ohhhh Nicolas I am. I am. I.... ammmmm coming 
toooo, it's, it's, it'ssss ahhhhhhh...."

She thrashed and rolled, arching her back 
convulsively and then she fell back and tears ran 
down her cheeks.  Spent, she sank back still 
holding my dribbling, shrinking, penis tenderly. I 
kissed her and putting an arm beneath her shoulders 
pulled her to me so that her head rested on my 
chest. 

   She appeared to fall into a light sleep, and I 
dozed beside her. I was awakened by the touch of a 
soft hand moving over my body. My penis quivered 
along my thigh. 

"Ssshhhhh Nicolas, do not move, lie still on your 
back, I want to enjoy your body in my own way." 
I did as she said letting my arms fall to my side, 
opening my legs slightly. 

"Mmmmmm Nicholas your body is such perfection, so 
hard so muscular, so responsive to a loving touch 
ahhhhh." 

Her hands moved slowly, her fingers played about my 
rib cage. I breathed in deeply and expanded my 
chest and her hand moved down over the edge and 
onto my belly. 
"Close your eyes Nicolas" she commanded and I 
obeyed and then I felt the soft touch of silk 
against my face and the smell of perfume. My penis 
started up. 
"There Nicolas does that smell good does that smell 
of me your lover?" 

"Oh yes, oh yes" and my rod was at full stretch 
now. 

"You like that Nicolas don't you? I saw you press 
them to your face before" 
And she pressed her drawers across my nose and 
mouth. 

"There Nicolas, my perfume, the perfume of my sex, 
my throbbing sex, that you have awakened to life" 

The musky odour was strong in my nostrils. My rod 
jerked. Her fingers were tugging lightly at my 
pubic hair then they brushed the head of my penis, 
then she was weighing my balls in her hand. 

"So full, so heavy, so potent." 
She squeezed them gently. This was a woman who, 
whatever innocence she may pretend to was well 
experienced and skilled in the arts of sexual 
pleasure. 

"Oh Tina, Tina" I gasped. 

"Shhhhh" was all she whispered as her hands and 
fingers and mouth went about their work. Then the 
fingers of one hand were at the base of my shaft 
holding it upright. With a thrill I felt her lips 
brushing the head of my cock lightly 

"There I kiss and salute your potent sex, your 
magic wand of pleasure," and she laughed. 

And there was that faint touch again and again and 
she blew lightly on the pulsing glans. The kisses 
though were light and fleeting, mere butterfly 
touches with her lips. I longed for her to take me 
fully in her mouth and fellate me, lick me and suck 
me, bring me to ejaculation. I felt the urge to 
force her head down and compel her to do it, (I was 
certain that she would be no stranger to the 
practice) to hold her there by her hair until I 
spurted into her aristocratic mouth, but the  
movement of the bed told me that she was changing 
her position. Then she removed the drawers from my 
face and cast them to the floor. She took two 
pillows and lying supine placed them under her 
buttocks. And so she lay, her legs open, her knees 
drawn up. 

"Nicolas my love, my love come take me again, join 
me to you with your magic wand, let us become one 
again as we are meant to be" she said. 

I raised my self and got between her legs and then 
my penis was enveloped in her softness as I lowered 
myself and thrust it into her. She cried out and 
her hands grasped my buttocks. Her juices 
lubricated my rod and I achieved full penetration 
easily, swiftly into her vagina, which held me 
firmly. Firmer than before I thought. 

"Push it up Nicolas, push it up my love. Let me 
devour that staff of pleasure with my all being" 
She seemed all wildness then. 

"There I have you Nicolas you are my captive" she 
laughed lightly  gripping my penis in that velvet 
passage as though she did not want it to move. 
I pressed down on her. My hard belly on her full 
soft belly, my hard chest on those big full 
breasts. I felt the hard nipples against my own. 
Our mouths met our tongues explored. I was 
supported on my hands but not moving for some time 
knowing that my very penetration was exciting her 
to fever pitch. This time there was a more frenzied 
quality to our lovemaking. In a way it was more 
fucking than lovemaking, not that tenderness was 
absent but Ernestine having tasted to the full the 
delights of our shared orgasms  wanted more and 
more. I began to move slowly at first, gently in 
and out, in and out, in and out. My penis was fully 
hard, stiff, it felt like rod of iron. I felt 
harder bigger, broader than ever before. 

"Ahhhhhhhh such pleasure, such rapture, such 
delight" she cried. "Oh Nico my yearning sex, my 
yearning sex  has swallowed up your manhood." 

Then our mouths were joined again and her tongue 
filled my mouth exciting me more and I drove my 
shaft in and out faster and faster and faster.  The 
bed swayed and rocked. 

"I will love you Nicolas, I will love you 
endlessly, holding your sex in mine, holding it 
tight.  Oh how I have yearned Nicolas, yearned for 
a young man's sex, to have a young man's sex in me, 
yes a lover's sex, my lover's for me to take, for 
me to tease, for me to command." 

She was moving her head from side to side wildly 
and pushing up against me and I moved in and out, 
in and out, in and out like a machine out of 
control. My body was just an appendage of my cock. 
My cock was all that mattered. So moving faster  
and faster I brought her to it and she was jouncing 
beneath me in a frenzy.
 "Oh my jou-jou throbs with all delight with the 
thrusting of your sex and you and you, you are 
going to.. you are going to.. going to when I .. 
when I... Ahhhhhhh Tina, my rod, my rod, in it 
goes, out it comes, backwards and forwards, in and 
out, fucking you Tina, fucking you, fucking you." 

The word came out involuntarily but she did not 
recoil in any way she was far too gone for that. 

"Yes Nicolas, oh yes, I will pleasure your sex, I 
will, my body, my breasts, my jou-jou, they are 
yours, they are there to love and serve you." 

"Yes, yes. Oh my Tina I am your lover, I am going 
to make you burst into flower and, and, and, 
ohhhhhhhhhhh it is, it's going to oh yessss Tina 
I'm going to come, my cock is going to shoot..." 

Her voice was rising and rising almost to a shriek.

"I'm going off Nico, my love, my love, 
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can't hold it ahhhhhhhhh 
won't hold it, want it and oh I can feel your 
coming, oh fuck me, fuck meeeeeee. Want it, want 
it, want it. Oh yessssssss we are, we are together, 
coming together, together Nicolas, yessss oh your 
rigid sex is pumping now, ahhhhhhhh that warm jet, 
how it spuuurts... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH,"
and with a wild, wild cry she came, her whole frame 
shaking and quivering as my penis gave a final 
spurting thrust. Her body jumped beneath me in 
tempestuous spasms and I kissed her lovingly as her 
orgasm rolled on in drawn out shivering tremors. 

   This time she seemed to fall into a deeper sleep 
but I rose and got two robes from my clothes 
closet, two Japanese silk kimonos actually, another 
bequest from Uncle Clovis, one of gold silk the 
other black. I put on the black one and laid the 
other on the bed and then I gathered up the 
Baroness's clothes and laid them out ready for her. 
I picked up my own clothes and went into the small 
dressing room depositing them on a chair and then 
went into the bathroom and took a shower. After I 
had dried myself I laid out clean towels and 
started to run the tub putting in a perfumed bath 
essence which I kept for such occasions. I dressed 
putting on clean undershorts, shirt and socks and 
the kimono. When I returned to the bedroom she was 
awake she smiled and putting out a hand drew me to 
her. 

"Nico you are truly a wonderful lover for any woman 
to have. Yes Nico you have loved me freely and 
tenderly. Nico if only you knew how I have been 
used and abused by men. Does that surprise you my 
dear? Well it is so. Men of influence, men of 
wealth, politicians, financiers. Men I have 
approached in my work for good and charitable 
causes, they may give but they expect something in 
return. Perhaps because I am a Countess it adds an 
extra frisson to have me as a conquest."  
Then coming down to earth she glanced at the clock 
"Ah well, I see that it is six-o-clock already and 
as I told Emre to return and collect me at seven 
thirty I must hurry." 

I handed her the gold kimono and helped her on with 
it and took her through to the bathroom. I helped 
her into the tub and when she was ready I washed 
her body. 

"Your touch my love is so gentle, so gentle" and 
she sighed under my hands as I soaped between her 
legs. 

Soaped and caressed her with soapy fingers exciting 
her clitoris again so that I soon had her legs 
thrashing in the bathwater as she succumbed to 
another titanic orgasm.  As she went off and I 
watched her twisting and writhing in her ecstasy, I 
felt another surge of the resentment I had felt 
earlier when she had merely teased my cock with her 
lips and I felt a powerful desire to seize her by 
the ankles and drag her down under the water, to 
submerge her completely and then just as suddenly 
to pull her back up by the hair. To see her 
coughing and choking her beautiful coiffured 
hairstyle all soaked and bedraggled. To drag her 
roughly from the bath and having forced her to her 
knees before me compel her to perform fellatio on 
me until my throbbing shaft shot off my semen into 
her mouth. This black fantasy was so strong that it 
forced my rod into a powerful erection and a 
spontaneous and violent ejaculation of come burst 
from me spurting out in strong jets and soaking the 
front of both the clean undershorts I had just put 
on and my kimono also. I reeled under its effect 
and had to grasp the side of the bath to steady 
myself. I became conscious of her voice. She lay 
back in the water gasping for breath. 

"Oh Nicolas please, please I must ask you to let me 
go before you finish me off altogether with your 
loving attention." 

Hearing her broke the spell as it were and the 
dark, demonic impulse to cruelty left me as 
suddenly as it had arrived and I helped her out of 
the bath and dried her slowly, caressingly and back 
in the bedroom I dressed her as a mother dresses a 
child almost and she allowed me to. Laughingly I 
held her drawers to my face again and kissed them 
before she stepped into them and I pulled them up 
to her waist and we laughed together as I replaced 
the carapace of her corselet. As I knelt to put on 
her shoes, still playing my part to the full, I 
kissed her feet with a show of  reverence. 

"Ah, Nicolas you are so gallant, so gallant," she 
smiled as she spoke.

For my part I thought that I had conquered her, 
that she was in my power as it were. I was already 
planning in my mind how best to exploit her 
infatuation  (I actually believed she was 
infatuated with me) to my advantage. Events would 
show that I had totally misread the situation.
 When she was dressed she repaired her make-up and 
with comb and fingers re-arranged her somewhat 
tousled hair.
 
"Oh Nicolas I feel reinvigorated. I can still feel 
your touch on my body and in my body, oh my darling 
what a wonderful afternoon and the first of many 
such encounters let us hope" 

"Yes Ernestine my dearest let us hope." 

"However Nicolas I do not think we should meet here 
again, two persons as well known as we are could 
soon attract the wrong sort of attention!" 

"You are right of course Ernestine but how shall we 
arrange it" 

"Do not worry Nicolas leave it to me and I will let 
you know where and when." 

"Very well dear Tina but I warn you I shall wait 
impatiently." 
"That is good my love because it will make you all 
the more eager!" 

(Indeed I would have to wait for some time and when 
it did take place our next meeting would be both a 
disappointment and a humiliation for me.) I made to 
kiss her but she drew away,
 
"No Nicolas you must not damage the paintwork." She 
laughed happily. 

"And Nicolas I am sure that you will be able to 
write a long and sympathetic account of the 
exclusive interview I have just given you!" 

She laughed again and opening her handbag drew out 
a long envelope,
"Here you are Nicolas in here you will find all the 
details you will need to put it together." 

"Rely on me Countess" I replied. 
Just then the doorbell rang. 

"Ah my love the faithful Emre has arrived and I 
must leave you sad as that is." 

She put on her hat pulling down the veil, arranged 
the stole around her shoulders, drew on her gloves 
and held out a gloved hand for me to kiss, I 
pressed it long and lovingly. She pulled away.  I 
opened the door and Emre came forward touching his 
cap,

"Bon soir Emre" she said taking his arm and turning 
her head, "Au revoir Monsieur Ferret." 

"Au revoir Countess" I replied as I closed the 
door. 

(To be continued)

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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