The Merchant's Daughter

Anna was hopelessly in love with the young count who was courting her. She had masturbated every night since her earliest youth, but now she increased her lust so much that her clit still hurt when she got up in the morning. She was a good child, she knew nothing about love, sex or the customs of court. She was so much in love with the Count that she gave herself to him even before the wedding. They lived together like man and wife even before the splendid wedding, secretly of course.

She understood fucking very quickly. She understood just as quickly what the count expected from her. When he returned from hunting, and he was hunting almost every day, he expected her to get fucked as soon as he got home. She smiled when he rode out and went straight to the bathroom, because he wanted to be received by his young wife clean, fragrant and wrapped in a transparent veil. That was fine, he laid her across the bed, pulled off her veil and fucked her. It seemed very unseemly to her that two or three of his hunting buddies came with him, wine goblets in hand, sat down and watched them while the count fucked her. The first time she held the veil crying to her breasts and shook her head. But her husband grinned wryly, pulled away the veil and showed his friends her nudity, parting her labia with his fingers and showing them her little hole and her unusually large clit. He masturbated her clit until she squirmed as if in convulsions and fucked her in front of his buddies. She buried her face in the pillows and howled with shame. The men laughed quite amiably and went their way.

She was shocked each time because her husband stripped her naked in the presence of his buddies and fucked her in front of them, but each time she also became more indifferent. The count did not want to talk about it, she had to accept what the husband wanted, period! She felt a very special tickle when she looked into the greedy eyes of his buddies. She smiled at them because when the count had cum and withdrawn, she masturbated her clit for a few seconds to trigger the orgasm. She stared into the eyes of his buddies while the orgasm violently pounded her. The count was very impressed and pleased with his young pregnant wife.

The buddies stepped very close as soon as she masturbated. One put a hand on her little tummy and stroked her and the child, the second continued to rub her clit firmly and she plunged from one orgasm to the next. She lay splayed out in front of them and let them caress her, her look telling them how liberated and satisfied she was. She was still smiling as the two men masturbated and squirted their seed all over her body. This was probably the moment when the final hurdle fell.

The next day, after he had cum, the count moved aside and let a buddy join her with his pants down. Before she realized it, he had penetrated her and continued fucking her where the count had left off. She actually wanted to push him away indignantly, but the fellow fucked damn well and she felt the orgasm rising. Unfortunately, he squirted now, a moment too soon, and she held him for a moment, disappointed and angry. But now the second man penetrated her immediately and fucked her further. The orgasm took a second try, leaving her just enough time to feel gratitude. She pressed her body and clit against him, clinging to him in orgasm. The orgasm lasted for a while and she was still orgasming when he cum. He was a level‐headed hunt master, keeping his cock inside her and finishing up his squirting. When he came up she closed her eyes, not wanting to look her husband or his buddies in the eye.

That night, her husband was ready to talk. A little bit. She said that it was terrible for her to break her marriage vows. It's not a bad thing, he replied, it was done with his permission after all, so it was okay with him. She kept silent, what could she say in response? He had allowed it, that was what mattered. He kissed her fingertips and turned away to sleep. He knew she still wanted to masturbate, but that was none of his business. She continued to masturbate for quite a long time, recalling it over and over: fucked with three men in a row and finished with a nice orgasm!

Two or three times a week the hunting party came to her bed. Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy that she quickly learned to finish with an orgasm on each of the three fucks. With the first, her husband, she still helped a little and briefly rubbed her clit with her finger, but with Gernot and Volker she was already in the flow and got the orgasms without touching herself. Only a few weeks before the date the men let go of her. Thank God she had a quick, uncomplicated birth and gave birth to a splendid son for the count. The count carried her on his hands, he overflowed with gratitude.

The count rode to Constance for the Pontifical Council at the invitation of Duke Sigismund, he stayed two months and came again. He was boisterous and cheerful, he had deepened friendship with the duke and had every night a beautiful daughter of the town in his bed, but also many well‐behaved married wives who were unfaithful to their husbands only exceptionally during the Pontifical Council. It was downright exciting how these chaste married wives let themselves be uncovered bit by bit with a bashful look and lay down shyly like virgins beside him. Coyly they covered their breasts, though with practiced movements they lay down prepared to fuck. He sensed their embarrassment as most wept at their own lasciviousness. He had not pressed or forced a single one; they all gave themselves willingly to him. He enjoyed the spectacle for a while, then fucked them lustily and passionately. He was puzzled at first because, in keeping with the spirit of the times, they all masturbated while fucking, something Anna very rarely did.

Anna was very happy with her little son and remained faithful to her husband. Only every morning she let a little 14 year old pageboy fuck her and pulled out his cock to make him squirt by her hand, because the squirting inside seemed too dangerous for her. She masturbated the boy with her hand again and sent him away. Her maids, who did not miss all this, rolled their eyes to the sky. Anna slowly regained sexual desire and masturbated every night.

Anna had become accustomed over the years to being fucked two or three times a week by the hunting party. She had improved her orgasmic ability even more and rarely needed it during the night. The noblewoman who had charge of her son was a lesbian and seduced Anna a few times. However, she was not a lesbian and did not let her get too close. Nevertheless, she enjoyed being licked to orgasm by her very much. Anna had two more girls and a son born, but she was not sure if her husband, Gernot or Volker was the father of the children. It was also beside the point, they were children of the count. Period!

When the Lords rode out to hunt, she would more and more often fetch a young pageboy to bed. She had a preference for the young boys, she was very aware of that. But they usually fucked with much passion and she let her finger dance on her clit. When she masturbated the boyish cock of the pageboy, it reminded her of her childhood where she had masturbated such cocks and let them squirt laughing happily. It was a wonderful appetizer before the gentlemen came to the main course. Of course, her husband had heard about the pageboys by rumor, but he didn't dare to ask her. He did not want a war of roses with the mother of his splendid sons and daughters. He shooed away the rumors like pesky flies and swatted the most gossipy across the mouth. The countess was not an issue, period!

Duke Sigismund once came to visit. He was received royally, the count talked for hours with the ruler and they decided many things. At night the duke was allowed to spend the night in the bed of the count. Anna awaited him fragrantly in her transparent veil. The duke was already an old man, but he did not miss this beautiful tidbit. She stroked him stiffly and sat on the old gentlemans cock. She rode him very gently and made him squirt. He dozed off right away and she quietly went into the other room to her husband. He listened to her report and was very pleased. The duke was a very important man who needed to be pampered carefully. Anna washed her pussy and grinned. It had been 25 years since she had any idea about fucking and now she was fucking for five nights a total stranger old man because it was very important for her husband. — What a world!

One day the count returned early from hunting, supported by his friends. She shooed away the naked pageboy and had her husband laid on the bed. He wanted to fuck her one last time, the dying man whispered. They undressed him and she snuggled up to him. But he was so tired, deadly tired. Two minutes later, he was dead.

The oldest son Sigbert was 18 and the new count. Anna withdrew after the first few weeks, Sigbert did his job well. Anna mourned her husband for more months, she knelt in the chapel and prayed for him, they had led a beautiful and quiet marriage. Before the end of the year of mourning, she took a 14‐year‐old pageboy into her bed. About this time Sigbert confessed to her how much he had missed her during the year of mourning, how little love the married girls gave him when they fucked. He had little pleasure with them, by God! She was silent and said nothing.

That night she slipped into his bedroom, which was just one door down. She lay down with him without a word. She was already over 50, but the fire still burned in her clit. She came to him every night until after 3 years he had to take a wife at the behest of the council. She helped him to make a good choice and get one that had fire in her clit.

She had taught Sigbert to masturbate when he was 11. She had pinned up her skirt and sat cross‐legged on his bed opposite him. She patiently masturbated him for a few days and he stared mesmerized at her pussy. She explained everything to him about fucking, deflowering and men chasing women in great detail. No, she would not let him fuck her, she said firmly, before giving in. Just a little, just to try it out, she said. Just before he cum, she took out his cock and finished masturbating him with her hand. The next days she let him cum inside quietly, why not? — After two weeks of trial fucking, she left Sigbert to masturbate himself.

Of course, that wasn't the end, the trial fucking was just the beginning. He was incredibly adept at getting the timing right. His father rode off to hunt and she was about to go off to find a willing pageboy. Standing in front of her, he could feel her horny anticipation for the pageboy's fucking. She saw his big begging eyes and it warmed her heart instantly. So all these years Sigbert managed to fuck her regularly in the morning. He didn't stop her for long, she could still fuck her pageboy afterwards, but he grinned to himself. He enjoyed fucking her in her positive upbeat mood, her first fucking and orgasms of the day, it was always a very lovingly nice and quick fucking.

After all, she had taught him from a young age not to listen to the prohibitions of the clergy and to follow his cock everywhere, it was a pretty good compass needle. The 13‐year‐old had followed his mother's advice and had diligently fucked all the noblewomen and married wives, of whom there were a lot willingly ready to be fucked. The mother had spied on him only at the beginning, but the boy did everything right.

Anna had found a good bride for her son and he liked the girl very much. She was not a beauty, which could be improved with a little makeup and noble clothes. But she was a cannon in bed, masterful in fucking and had a lot of experience. Sigbert could lose himself in her pussy and finally let Anna go. Anna was able to retire and let the young pageboys fuck her again, because even though she was already well over 50, she exerted a magical effect with her restrained and at the same time alluring sex‐appeal. The young pageboys were still unspoiled, they fucked her without calculation or ulterior motives. They fucked for the sake of fucking a really sexy woman. Anna gave the boys rich gifts, partly because she had to keep everything secret.

Her son, Count Sigbert, suppressed any gossip about his mother with success.