Fucking with Scheng's Ghost

From an early age, the wet nurse who had nursed me as a baby slept in my bed, that was the norm. Nana was still quite young, perhaps only 20 years old, and she could really do witchcraft, as I later found out. I remember very clearly that she always masturbated every night, but as a child I didn't know what to do with it. She always told me that a ghost came every night, her fallen fiancé Scheng, who would shake and wiggle her with his love, that's how she explained it to the little boy. She came from the bandits of Wu‐Dan‐Shan, and Lieutenant Scheng had snatched the 12‐year‐old girl from the bandits. He served under China's Emperor Teng in the Imperial Army, but things were relaxed there at the front. It was not at all uncommon for an Imperial Officer to have a captured girl in his tent. And Nana, who lived a slave life in Wu‐Dan‐Shan, immediately fell in love with Scheng, her saviour, who treated her like a human being, like a precious young woman. She was no longer a virgin, she had been fucked by a whole lot of bandits, so she naturally lay down next to Scheng and fucked him lovingly. And the young officer was very flattered to be able to fuck such a pretty young girl every night; he considered it a great gift from the gods.

She remained his companion for 8 years, until one day he did not return from a battle. The death money that the emperor paid was only enough to make it to our city. Chance brought her to our house, she only had her beautiful body to offer. My mother needed a nursing wet nurse for her child, me. My father was still alive at the time and was licking his lips, a new, pretty girl in the house, I don't need to say more. Nana had already fucked hundreds of men and now she was lying with my father. But 5 years later he was dead, my mother kept her as a wet nurse for me, she nursed me for a good 16 years. She nursed other babies too and only took the child's father as payment. She would have had to give my mother any money or gifts, and the two of them kept their distance. So Nana demanded that every child's father had to fuck her during or after nursing, since my father was dead and our household was firmly in the hands of women. During this time Nana let herself be fucked by hundreds, maybe even a thousand men.

When I was growing up, Nana would nurse me before sleeping and tell me about the day's fucking. I was of course much too young, but every evening she would tell me how many men had fucked her that day. Of course I wanted to know all about the cocks and the fucking and about the wives who watched, unhappy or indifferently. Most of the men fucked her when the baby was nursed on her breasts, but most of them didn't last long enough, because the baby had to nurse several times and the poor man had to fuck her several times a day, which was difficult for most of them. But so that the babies didn't starve, the mothers repeatedly made the fathers hard with their hands, mouths or tongues. That, Nana said, was a very exciting thing! But sometimes she got a man with strong loins, and that fucking was what she liked to talk about the most. And about ghosts and gods and the ghost of her fiancé Scheng, who would shake and fuck her every night before she fell asleep. She would strip naked, put me to her breast and give me her milk to drink. I sucked and licked her nipples, even though no milk was coming out, but she had said how wonderfully horny my sucking her nipples made her. She lay on her back and lay there spread‐eagled like a frog, the soles of her feet pressed together and her eyes became milky and glassy, ​​they rolled upwards until only the whites were visible. She was really horny now and I stopped teasing her nipples. I watched her very carefully because I really wanted to see the ghost of Master Scheng. She was no longer aware of her surroundings, I could poke and poke her, she was not aware of any of it, she was completely out of it. She rubbed her clit with one finger for ten to twenty minutes until the spirit shook and tore her around wildly in orgasm. While she rubbed her clit, I could spread her pussy hole with my fingers and look inside, because inside her cunthole the flesh moved and ground in the same pace with her clit rubbing. When the spirit then attacked her and made her body shake and tremble, I let go of her pussy hole and pulled back. Then her eyes cleared, she gave me a wonderful goodnight kiss, and then we slept.

I watched this night after night for years. But when I pretended to be asleep and held out my little erection to her, she rubbed the sleeping boy until the erection subsided or later squirted. She nodded very contentedly, she really liked doing that. I could never see Schengs ghost and when I told her, she threw her hands up over her head. "You mustn't watch me when the ghost comes to me, I have to hide my eyes too because you can't look at a ghost! Got it?" Of course I had understood it, but I just didn't believe the fairy tale about Scheng's ghost anymore. I then watched my mother fucking a few times and asked Nana honestly. Again she threw her hands up over her head, "you're still much too young to talk to me about fucking me!"

Okay, I waited until her eyes turned milky, rolled back and only the whites were visible and she rubbed her clit with concentration. I was really young and couldn't squirt yet, but I stuck my little cock in her pussy and fucked her like the grown‐ups fucked my mother, until Nana's orgasm woke her up. Of course I pretended to be asleep and Nana was very satisfied because I hadn't watched her fucking her ghost. She rubbed my little cock very devotedly and made it squirt wonderfully in a fountain, because one day I could finally squirt. I did that every night for years. I was as proud as a peacock, but I didn't tell anyone. Now I squirted into Nana's pussy hole night after night while she masturbated completely absentmindedly. Sometimes I would pull my cock out, spread her pussy hole wide open with my fingers and squirted inside her hole from an inch away, it looked really funny!

You have to imagine it like this. Every evening I lay in her arms like babies, I sucked and drank her milk until her breasts were empty and pulled and sucked hard on her nipples, which made her very horny. She sank back and whispered that I wasn't allowed to watch. I nodded obediently, but I watched. She lay naked on her back spread‐eagled, pulled her knees up like a frog and pressed her soles against each other. In this position I could see deep into her little pussy hole. She whispered that I was not to look and her middle finger began to rub the hidden clit. The clit was hidden deep in her flesh, only a small bump showing where the pea‐sized clithead lay hidden. Her eyes turned milky and glassy as she whispered to the spirit "I hide my eyes as you commanded," and she rolled her eyes, losing her grip on reality. She squinted briefly, then rolled her eyes upward so that I could only see the whites.

"Come on, fuck me, my darling Scheng!" she breathed after I had penetrated her cunthole. I fucked her for an endless time, she continued to masturbate without stopping. "Just squirt inside, my love!" she whispered over and over again until I actually squirted inside. "Yes, that's good, just squirt inside, my love!" she whispered and increased her fingers pace. It wasn't long now before the ghost grabbed her with all its might and shook her body violently. She pressed her finger upon her clit in orgasm and her eyes slowly rolled back down. "Aaah!" she let out a breath and looked through me. "Have you seen him?" she asked and I nodded, "he's a beautiful, friendly ghost!" I answered. "And you didn't look?" she wanted to know and I answered obediently, "No, just a little bit!" Her face glowed with happiness. "Imagine, I could feel Scheng inside me very clearly, his spirit fucked me wonderfully and squirted inside me, it was really wonderful!" I asked her to tell me and she told me everything. She could feel me fucking and made it up, it was Scheng's spirit!

She often asked me about the spirit and I had to describe his cock and his fucking in great detail while she played with her clit, but not to the point of orgasm. I didn't have to invent anything, I described the cocks and the fucking of my mother's lovers, because my mother had awakened sexually after my father's death and was sexually very active. When Nana had drunk a few glasses of wine, I was sometimes allowed to stick my cock in her pussy hole for a short time, just to demonstrate to me. But she wouldn't let me fuck her, I was still too young. That was the end of the matter, she gave me a big goodnight kiss and we fell asleep in a tight embrace.

A few times my mother appeared under the door as I was fucking the totally stunned Nana. She caught on in an instant and waved me off to continue. She seemed impressed by the way Nana masturbated absentmindedly with her eyes rolled unnaturally up. Once I showed her how I stretched Nana's pussy hole wide open to squirt and squirted inside in thick jets from two inches away. I think that impressed her too.

After a few months I was able to squirt twice and I enjoyed it very much. About two years must have passed when I was able to fuck and squirt three times in a row. But now the little knight was running out of time and she woke up right after her orgasm, much too early. I continued to fuck doggedly and she protested a little bit. But I fucked and fucked, I just couldn't stop in the middle of it, only after I had squirted. I endured her whiny laments and argued that I was already learning to ride a horse, use bow and arrow and fence with a wooden sword like an adult, but she didn't accept that. "The good spirit fucked you two or three times," I said with conviction, "then he smiled at me and asked if I didn't want to fuck you too? So I was allowed to fuck you!" Nana looked at me uncertainly, but if Scheng's spirit had allowed it, well ... Nana smiled shyly, "if he allowed you to, ...!" I stuck to my story, kneeling in front of Nana's pussyhole with my bayonet fixed. "I've watched Scheng fuck you hundreds of times, he's already let me fuck you twice!" Nana looked at me with wide eyes. "And Scheng told me that I had to hold your asscheeks firmly when I squirt inside, so that your rose opens wide and soft and I can squirt everything in!" Nana had certainly already forgotten that she had told me that detail herself years ago. Her eyes widened, she was now quite sure that Scheng himself had asked me to do it. She only objected quietly that I shouldn't squirt all inside, she didn't want to get pregnant! I nodded, but I didn't care. Nana lay back and let me timidly and fearfully penetrate her again. I started fucking her all over again. If she woke up too early after the second squirt and I hadn't finished fucking her yet, she would smile shyly and quietly and wait until I was finished. Of course I squirted inside her every time, the full load and her quiet moaning didn't bother me.

I always waited patiently until her eyes were milky and glassy and she stared unblinkingly at the spirit, and then I continued to fuck her in her trance, every night. When I turned 13, she spoke to my mother and got the permission. Now she was allowed to let me fuck her, dozens of times a day, and she taught me everything, the good soul. As a teenager, I fucked her like a berserker, she was always ready and I never was tempted of fucking the neighbor's daughters or the servants. At 13, I experienced for myself that Nana really could do witchcraft. She had permission from my mother, who was only thinking about her affairs, to teach me how to fuck and to let me fuck her, and that was all right! Nana came to me beaming with joy and told me that my mother had allowed it and that she was allowed to transform my cock into a more suitable cock.

It was just stupid women's talk, I thought, and I was very wrong. She made a sour tea made from lots of herbs, and I had to drink two large cups every day. Every day she took my cock in her hand and examined it. At first it was a completely normal, small boy's cock. But I was amazed and astonished to see that it very quickly turned into a big man's cock, a heavy, lustful piece that wanted and needed to fuck constantly. She turned my sweet little one into a monstrous meat cock, so that I could fuck for as long as I wanted, I hold my erection well over half an hour, regardless of whether I had squirted, and that's how it has remained to this day. She was a real witch, damn it!

But when I was 17, she got pregnant and I had to fuck her day and night. She only wanted to masturbate very rarely and fuck instead. Nana was quite sure who the father was and it wasn't one of the children's fathers. My mother gave her a lot of money and sent her away when she was already visibly pregnant. I never saw her again and don't know anything about our child, my mother never answered that.

Even as a small boy, I would sneak into my mother's bedroom in the afternoons, where she was letting her affairs fuck her, after my father's death. I learned there, how adults did fuck. I stood silently next to the servants, who stood motionless in the bedroom and watched everything, but were not allowed to see anything. The younger servants had all been deflowered by my father when he came home from the campaign for a night or two. As a secretly spying child, I found deflowering incredibly exciting. The girl lay on her back on my mother's naked cunt, who caressed her from behind and whispered soothing words in her ear. Then the father came in, as the prince of this part of town and therefore rightly insisting on his right to deflower the servants. He rammed his cock into the tender child and fucked her brutally, often leaving a bastard inside her. So I sneaked over to the servants and was fascinated for a while by the affairs fucking my mother, but that alone quickly became boring.

I began to reach under the servants' dresses because I was amazed at how many different breasts these girls and women had. My curious hand slid deeper to the wet, moist‐slippery pussies. I felt them curiously, they were not allowed to move and had to look straight ahead in silence and see nothing. I found the little bud in all the roses, I rubbed them skillfully, as I had seen my wet nurse Nana do, and they trembled and twitched quite secretly. I did it again and again because I found it exciting that each one had to let it happen defenselessly. I grew older and lost interest.

One time my mother was ill, I sneaked over to her and lay down next to her because she was sleeping. It is still common in better families for mothers to let their sons fuck them, I knew that and that was what I was thinking about. I uncovered her and looked at her beautiful body, she was only 37 years old. My cock woke up, and at 15 you just have to fuck. My mother lay on her side, I pulled her ass cheeks apart with force, searched for the path along the crease of her ass to her pussy hole with my cock and rammed it pretty roughly into the tight little pussy hole. She squeaked briefly, but she just went back to sleep. Then I fucked her like a lazy mare in a poppy field, because I knew that was how she liked it best. She wasn't fully awake, but she moaned and grunted very contentedly, her finger groping for her clit in her half‐sleep. I squirted deep inside and she didn't wake up, only the two maids put their hands over their faces in disgust. I was a little pompous prince and the servants' awful reactions didn't bother me. I came to my mother every morning and fucked her, my lazy mare in the poppyfield. She wanted to keep dozing when I fucked her for the second time. After a few weeks she was well again, she scolded me properly and that was the end of it.

Nana was gone, my mother let me fuck only in the early morning, so I started to fuck the servants in our house. First I approached the young ones, my own age. They always acted very chaste and shy at first, but in truth they were just as crazy about fucking as I was. I knew how scared they were if they were caught fucking the other servants. My mother only punished them very mildly, but some mistresses had a girl beheaded as a deterrent.

This took place once or twice a year on the big square and I always pushed my way to the front row. It wasn't the beheading that attracted me, but what happened before. The executioner stripped the girl naked and laid her face down on the executioner's block spreading her legs. I stared into the little pussy hole as if hypnotized. The executioner always made a great show of fucking the girl from behind. He ordered her to masturbate like a proper Chinese woman while fucking. I couldn't look away because he pushed his cock in very slowly and fucked the girl thoroughly. I knew that the executioner fucked every woman and girl in public before the beheading, that was his right and tradition. He ejaculated inside the masturbating girl and stood up. Then he beheaded the girl during her orgasm, sometimes he had to hit her a second time until the head was severed. I was fascinated by her orgasming in death and after. He would pause and then pick up the head and show it to the people, that was the rule. The street urchins meanwhile pounced on the headless body on the executioner's block and the most impudent of them began to fuck the corpse. The guys who fucked her were a pile of filth. Sooner or later the executioner would chase them away with some bootkicks, then he would throw the body into the wicker basket with the head in it, where her relatives would pick her up. My cock became hard as hell, when the henchman started to fuck the obediently masturbating girl and I pressed it into the asscrack of the woman standing in front of me. Some flinched and tried to escape, but that was impossible because of the crowd. I bared her asscheeks and fucked her violently in the asscrack and then in the asshole, squirting my juice deep into her asshole. But most of the women grabbed my cock grinning and stuffed it into her pussyhole from behind, as there was fucking going on all around in the crowd. I sometimes imagined that the girl's body continued to orgasm even at and after the beheading, I fucked in beat with the little rascals who were fucking the lifeless girl. Somehow it was really arousing to watch them fuck and fuck at the same time. After I had squirted inside, I ran away horrified without looking back at the anonymous woman I had fucked. I was so hornily watching and fucking and only much later did I realize that a poor girl was dead. When I grew up, I stopped going to this spectacle.

After a year, when I was about 17, I had fucked all the servants in our house except the old ones who didn't excite me. My mother didn't have so many lovers anymore, so she called me over every morning and let me fuck her as the lazy mare in the poppy field, the only position in which she regularly came to orgasm. She lifted one leg, spread with a hand her ass cheeks wide, and used one hand to guide my cock into her pussy hole. She cheered me on, she wanted to be fucked really hard until her orgasm hit her. Her finger was always on her clit, but she didn't have to use it often. Afterwards she was hugging and kissing me because she really loved me. She was insatiable, but she still let me go to my servants. The meaty cock that Nana had witchcrafted for me did its job well.

For the next 4 years I had one of them lay with me every night, most of them for just one night, some stayed longer because they were good to fuck. I told the girls to decide among themselves who would lie with me that night. That saved me the annoying, stupid flirting. I said I was only good at three things. Fucking from the front, the lazy mare or from behind. And if one of them was worried about getting pregnant, I would finish by squirting in her mouth. I didn't count, but I squirted in the mouth of about a third of them.

At 21 I fell in love for the first time, at a banquet to which I was invited as the man of our house, I was at a banquet for the first time.

One of the young ladies aroused my interest, I behaved very awkward. But she smiled and laughed at every mishap and linked arms with me. She told me her name and address, because she had to leave very soon. I was still completely inexperienced in dealing with strangers and accompanied her home. We kissed for the first time in front of the gate and I was more confident in that kissing part. I now went to her house every afternoon, we went for a walk and on the first day she led me behind the bushes. She fucked greedily and very gracefully, I fucked madly with love! We fucked behind the bushes every afternoon and I gradually learned her truth. In two weeks she would be taken to the neighboring kingdom of Han and marry a rich prince there. He was the wrong man, she knew that, because there were hundreds, maybe thousands of princes there, and she would have preferred any other to this old, depraved drunkard. But business is business, said her father, "you can take a lover any time, my dear daughter!" I was devastated. We had a few days left and she fucked happily and cheerfully because hundreds, maybe thousands of lovers were waiting for her there. I knew now that I was just a pastime and a stopgap, nothing serious. But I was so damned in love that I wanted to run away with her. She knew about my financial situation and laughed at me. I was devastated and mourned for weeks as if she had died.

I would have liked to have continued to mourn for a while longer, but the queen had me called to the palace. She had seen me at the banquet weeks ago and invited me to afternoon tea in the palace. I threw myself on the floor in front of the king and queen, I was allowed to sit at their table. The king left after a few minutes, he had things to do. He let me stand up, but not kneel on the floor. "Once a day, that's the custom, my dear boy," he said and left. The queen looked at me amused. "You won him over in 5 minutes, Sir, he very rarely says 'my dear boy', I must say!" I had no idea how I had "won" him and the queen ignored my question. She wanted to know exactly who my teachers were and which books I had studied. "I just read them, I didn't study them. I can remember everything I've ever read."

The queen smiled cryptically. "Have you read the fairy tale of Lin Po Po?" she asked and I nodded. "Both versions of them, including the Forbidden One, my queen!" I answered hesitantly and her eyes began to sparkle. "Does that mean you know it by heart, Master Tschin?" and I nodded, "Yes, my queen!" Our conversation only revolved around the books, which on the one hand amazed me and on the other hand put me on safe ground. She wanted to know what my current tasks were and I confessed that I spent the smaller part of the day managing my widowed mother's fortune because one day it would fall to me. I devoted the larger part of the day to reading; there were still millions of bamboo scrolls that I had not read yet. Yes, I borrowed the books, I didn't have to buy them. The queen got to the point. Could I take the time to read to her from memory for an hour or an hour and a half after lunch when she lay down after lunch? I agreed and became her reader.

Every midday I went to the queen in her bedroom. For reasons of propriety, a transparent screen had been set up in front of her couch. Her two servants, and they were always the same ones, undressed the queen and she lay naked on her daybed. The two servants stood like marble statues against the wall, their eyes straight ahead. The queen then had me "read aloud", first the forbidden Lin Po Po and then every other saucy work that I had read. She caressed her beautiful, still youthful‐looking body for about an hour, then she masturbated very quickly and determinedly to orgasm. Like the servants, I could see everything, and I stopped for a short break when she orgasmed. She let it fade away slowly and asked me to remember the passage and continue from there the next day. That was my signal, I bowed deeply and went home.

Once every few weeks she invited me to tea. She was very interested in how my fortune was doing and explained why she wanted and had to pay me, her reader. I gladly accepted the money because I was doing something to earn it and I could really use the generous payment. "And do you sleep alone at night, Master Tschin?" she asked once over tea. "Of course not, noble lady, never!" I answered, but she waved her hand. "I know that you are not married or tied up, noble master, and you don't fuck young boys," she said impatiently, "my men are always keeping an eye on you. So the only thing that remains is that you are still lying with your mother despite your age?" Her look was strangely angry and I answered immediately. "Not for a long time, Your Majesty, I have long since put that behind me. She rarely calls me more than two or three times a year, she is free to do so." I lowered my head and wondered why I was telling all this to a stranger I had known for barely half a year? The queen leaned forward curiously. "So, who's on your sleeping mat?" The cat was out of the bag.

"Our household has 43 women, only 3 of them are old. There is no one in particular among the 40 women that I prefer, at least not in the long term. Has your curiosity been satisfied, noble lady?" She nodded and thought. "That sounds unusual to me, dear master," she picked up the thread, "I don't know a single man who only gets involved with the servants. Just in between, yes, I hear that sometimes. But in the long term!?" Now the ball was in my court again. "I am very happy with that, Your Majesty," I said, "it is enough variety for me and I don't experience any nasty surprises, I had sent those away long ago." The queen thought for a long time and asked if I would tell her about the servants, about their physical advantages and about their fucking style? I nodded obediently, her curiosity matched the saucy stuff I was reading to her.

For an hour I described my servants, their naked bodies, their way of fucking, their favorite positions and who had an orgasm during fucking and who masturbated while doing it, as was usual with Chinese women. The queen asked this and that in between and was very satisfied. When I had described everything, the tea time was over.

At the next tea time she asked if I had ever seen her naked body? I confirmed, "Yes, every day, Your Majesty!" She smiled faintly. "And do you like what you can see but shouldn't see, Master?" Her smile was simply mischievous. I immediately answered, "Yes, Your Majesty is blessed with a beautiful body, and if you don't want me looking, then just let me blindfold! I, for one, enjoy looking at you, it is a great honor for me!" I hope I chose the right words, it could cost me my head. But she smiled like a purring cat. "Everything is as I want it, my dear master. Your reading delights me, the sight of my body should delight you!" She was silent for a moment.

"And otherwise, do you see everything, good man?" I answered immediately. "I see everything, noble lady, my eyes are not blindfolded! I am happy every time when my stories, my words, excite you, as they should!" I knew we were treading on dangerous ground. The queen sighed deeply. "I have been doing it since I was a young girl, master!" I nodded humbly. "Every girl has to have a good relationship with her clit, Your Majesty!" I said quietly and she continued, "Since neither the king, my dearest husband, nor the few men I had to fuck for state reasons can excite me as much, I have suffered a lot. But since you have read to me from your books, I am happy again as I used to be. This is partly thanks to you and I am very grateful to you for it." The Queen abruptly changed the subject and tea time came to an end.

Thank God our relationship remained intact. The only thing was that the queen moved the transparent panel with her foot so that nothing remained between us. She turned to me to masturbate and we looked each other straight in the eyes, how intimate that made us! Half a year had actually passed and we had become closer than many lovers. I paused in my lecture and watched as she parted her labia with one hand and masturbated very quickly and intensely with her middle finger for less than two minutes. After the orgasm, her face took on a sad expression for a moment and then she smiled guiltily at me. How I loved her! I was aware that she was the queen and I was a little subject, neither of us could change that. Or could we?

It was another tea time. The queen no longer took any detours. She had had a one‐on‐one conversation with each of her two servants and confidants. Since her birth she had not been "alone" for a single moment. At least they, her most trusted servants, were always there. Whether she was fucking her husband or a desired or a forced lover, they were always there. And also when she was masturbating. Other people, other women sometimes had a moment "alone" for themselves, only she, the queen, did not. She asked her girls how it was for them to be "alone"? But the girls couldn't answer her question, even with the best will in the world. "You were alone when no one else was around, quite simply. That wasn't really anything special, Your Majesty," both assured each other independently. The queen changed the subject.

"Do you know my son, the heir to the throne Feng, master?" Her question came as a surprise. "No, Your Majesty, but I've only heard good things about him, they say he's very eager to learn," I answered truthfully. She thought about it and then said that she had banished him from her bed several weeks ago. He was already 13 and should sleep in his own bed with his wet nurse, she had told him. I listened in silence. "He always slept with me, but now he was over 13 and could ejaculate. I always caressed and fondled his body and his cock too, but when he ejaculated while I was caressing his cock, I withdrew. He had been ejaculating for months when I caressed his cock, I masturbated him and I did it to him several times when he begged. But one day it changed, he rubbed himself on his knees in front of me and ejaculated on my body, on my pussy, which he had only touched shyly and innocently before. I did not like that he now masturbated every evening kneeling in front of my pussy and ejaculated over my pussy from an inch away, so I spoke to his nurse, who followed my orders. — Did I do it wrong, dear master?" I did not have to think, but I pretended. "Allow me to answer freely, Your Majesty!" I said and she nodded in agreement. "I told you about my own youth, Your Majesty, and that I slept with my wet nurse and fucked her too. But it was very special to fuck my mother. Although she almost always made love as the lazy mare in the poppy field, she always hugged me afterwards and let me feel how much she loved me, even today she still does. I believe the custom of fucking sons is a very essential and important part of becoming a man. Mothers have been doing it for many thousands of years, it can't be wrong. When I see orphans, I feel this deep hole in their hearts. — You didn't react correctly, Your Majesty!" I ducked my head in fear she had chopped it off.

The queen was very surprised at my answer. She was neither angry nor annoyed, just shocked. She pulled herself together and reported on her conversation with Feng's wet nurse today. The nurse, nearly 50 years old, had let him do whatever he wanted. He didn't want to fuck yet, she said contemptuously, he masturbated kneeling 4 or 5 times a night, he preferred to squirt on her pussy. To squirt he had recently started putting his penis into her pussy, but no, he didn't want to fuck her properly yet, although she was always willing, as ordered. The nurse obviously despised him, concluded the queen.

I thought about how I should express my thoughts, but then decided to answer simply and directly. "Do your lovers lie with you every night, if I may ask?" She looked at me in surprise, even indignation. "I have no regular lovers, Master Tschin! Only when my master, the king, orders me to! We have been married for 17 years and in all these years he has ordered me to fuck a dozen times for reasons of state, maybe 13 or 14 times, not more often. I followed the kings orders without a word of protest, but fucking the state guests was always lousy!" I understood, "so there was nothing against prince Feng sleeping with you," I said quietly. She looked at me questioningly. "Yes," I gathered all my courage, "you should take him back. As long as he only masturbates and squirts, you should be his best friend, his well understanding girlfriend. He likes it just as much as you do, remember that. And if he wants to fuck someone, it should be you, not an old nurse who doesn't excite him sexually at all. But you, you are beautiful, young and a sexually desirable woman. You have your pubic hair plucked, your pussy is more reminiscent of a 13‐year‐old girl, which excites every man, certainly prince Feng too. Yes, you should be the one to teach him how to fuck, as you love him with all your heart as he loves you." I was silent and waited, she thought very intensely and then called her son Feng for tea.

He was a pretty, nice boy and was quite unsettled because it was the first time he had been called for tea. I loosened him up by asking him about his studies, he was on the right track. The queen joined in and explained to him that I was her reader and closest advisor, and that she wanted me to be there for this intimate topic. I was very flattered, but I suspected the direction the queen was going in. Feng shrugged his shoulders resolutely, "intimate topic?"

She asked him about sleeping, about the wet nurse. He cast a sideways glance at me, so she added that he should speak openly and freely. He slowly thawed out. Yes, he had to squirt 4 or 5 times in a row, that's how it was. Usually he managed to persuade a young servant to lift up her skirt so that he could masturbate at the sight of her pussy. They were willing to let themselves be fucked, but he didn't dare yet, the boy said almost inaudibly. "And what about the wet nurse?" the queen continued to probe kindly. "Yes, she always wants to fuck me too, but I find her old, ugly and repulsive in character. She goes to the stable every afternoon to let the stable boys fuck her, I saw that with my own eyes," said the boy Feng. "The fucking looks so disgusting and violent, it doesn't appeal to me at all. I let her lie naked and spread‐eagled in front of me, I masturbate kneeling in front of her and squirt everything over her ugly cunt!" His mother smiled and grinned, "I hear you penetrate her to squirt, my dear son!" and her smile was disarming. He lowered his head in shame. "Yes, mother, that's happening more and more often now. As much as I dislike her, I'm attracted to squirting into her soft, warm pussyhole. But I don't want to fuck her, as she wants it brutal and violent, and I can't and won't do that."

The queen put her arm around his shoulder and hugged him. "What do you think, would you rather sleep with me, like before?" He nodded and paused. She kissed him on the top of his head. "It's OK, you can masturbate as often as you want and you can also squirt on my pussy, you seem to like that!?" He gave me a desperate look, then nodded silently. "But we still have to be very careful about squirting inside, because I'm only 35 and I don't want to get pregnant again!" she said and kissed him on the head. He nodded happily and beamed. The queen let go of him and changed the subject.

Now Feng was lying in her bed again, she reported at the next tea time, he pressed himself close to her body to masturbate. To ejaculate, he lay on top of her and penetrated her cunthole deeply. "So wonderful, so fine, so tight!" he exclaimed in surprise, but then he fell silent and thrust in three times to ejaculate. She said how much her heart rejoiced, she caressed and kissed him endlessly because she loved him so much. She took my hand and smiled, my advice was good and right, she thanked me for that. She would raise my salary, she said, because Feng would probably lie next to her after lunch.

And so it happened. Feng listened to my saucy tale and began to masturbate when he got hard. I watched the servants, but they didn't bat an eyelid, they stood like marble statues. I continued reading, usually he mounted the queen three times, fucked her reverently and squirted in many jets inside, then she started to masturbate her clit. The reading took a little longer now.

The king called me for tea. He had spread the map out on the table and was discussing with the queen. She knew even less about warfare than I did, I had read a dozen books about it before, but I was not a soldier, I said to the king. He just nodded, he saw an army approaching from the north and he only had a vague idea. There was a traditional battlefield where the fighting took place every few decades. But now an army was coming, the size of which had never been seen before. He said we were far fewer than them and that he would lose the kingdom. I contradicted him, I could not imagine living under a foreign king. "Could the emperor Teng not help us?" "No," said my king, "he was completely at loggerheads with Wu‐Dan‐Shan and did not have an army at hand."

I looked at the map and trembled because it was so hopeless. My finger went deeper, to the southern end of the kingdom. A desperate idea. "We split our army in two and hide them on the left in the wooded hills and on the right in the sparse forests along the river. We don't confront them directly on the great plain like we did before, we lure them to the south with small mock attacks. They have to abandon their battle formation and force their way through the swampy bottleneck. This is our chance!" The king stared at the map. "We avoided the area because it is very swampy!" But he thought about it, listening me saying, "The swamp is causing us problems, but it is also causing them problems. And they will get stuck with their heavy wagons, we won't, we will just fight with the swamps, no wagons." The king looked at me for a long time. "You don't happen to plan to serve as a general!?" There was silence, then I could no longer hold back and burst out laughing. "Serving the queen is hard enough, Your Majesty!" I exclaimed laughing. He looked back and forth between her and me and asked doubtfully, "But you are not serving between her loins?!" I paused and felt the cold steel of the executioner on my neck. The queen looked at him kindly. "Fight the enemy army first, my lord and master, we will talk about my loins later!"

The king's generals refined his idea and soon the enemy army was embarrassed. Up to their knees in the swamp they were ready to negotiate.

The queen took her time seducing Feng, but she did it. Neither I nor the servants batted an eyelid. She hadn't had many lovers, but she was obviously a natural fucker. I watched her fuck for the first time and I fell for her from the first time. That's the truth and she completely conquered me. I had only once been in love and I pulled myself together. She belonged to Feng now, not to mention the king. I read aloud with concentration, but I watched the two of them fuck after lunch. Feng was a smart guy, he soon fucked like a grown man. I put my hands in my lap so that my erection didn't attract attention. The servants stood like immobile statues, but nothing escaped them. When I wanted to go home in the evening, they caught me. They relaxed me just in time before my cock exploded. One fucked me, the other giggled, then they swapped. I wasn't proud of myself, but I was deeply relaxed.

As soon as Feng turned 15, his father, the king, put him in the military. For the future king, this was a must. From one day to the next, the queen no longer had anyone to fuck her properly, noon and night. The king only fucked her rarely, every few months, and unfortunately it had to be admitted that he wasn't a good fucker. The two loved each other with all their hearts, but they had to accept that he only had good success with very very young girls. She was in her mid‐30s, so no longer a very young thing. The king believed that I was her secret lover anyway, and he hadn't had me beheaded yet. The queen masturbated like a madman during her lunch break, but it was too lonely for her, this little innocent vice. Were the servants smiling mischievously at me or did it just appear that way!?

I didn't have to wait long. First the queen asked me to sit next to her on her daybed, and one thing led to another. Feng hadn't been in the military for ten days yet when I was already fucking his mother after lunch and then reading her saucy books until she was ready to fuck again. The queen was slim and petite like a girl of 13 or 14, even though she was 35, she had the curves of a woman, her breasts looked virginal and she had no pubic hair, she had had it plucked out. Her pussy looked girlish too, her little clit was well hidden. She was so wonderful to fuck, her pussy was tight and warm and silky soft. She went along with our shared pace completely naturally, she gave in to her excitement and came more and more often to orgasm before I squirted inside. Feng had to pull out his cock to squirt on certain days, but she let me squirt inside without any fear. Always.

I was invited to dinner with the king every evening and she made no secret of it, after which we continued to fuck and I didn't go home until nightfall. The king smiled quietly to himself, he had always known it.

I was the queen's lover for the next 3 years. Then, one evening, the king and queen became ill after dinner. I vomited my guts out for 3 days, then it stabilized again. All three of us had been poisoned, there was no doubt about that. I rummaged through my memory, but unfortunately I had only skimmed over the medicines and poisons. I had saved a small jar of my vomit, and now I ran to the royal library and looked for the book on poisoning. The king and the queen were dying, there was no time to lose. I consulted the best doctor, we carried out the most unusual tests because the usual ones didn't give answers. Then, during the night, the breakthrough came, it was the silver gentian's poison. I immediately brewed the recommended herbal tea, drank it first and when I soon felt better, I gave some to the king and the queen. Nevertheless, it took weeks before I could breathe a sigh of relief. The king, still lying in bed, summoned his four best detectives. He wanted to know immediately who was trying to get at him and the royal family. I was to be present during the investigation, the king ordered. And a room was to be prepared for me, as I had to be his guest during the investigation. The king, lying in bed, held me back by the sleeve while everyone else left. I knelt down so he could whisper in my ear.

"Apart from the doctors' report, how is she?" he asked, breathing heavily. I stuck to the truth. "The queen has had it the worst, Your Majesty," I said quietly, "but I have the impression that she is responding well to the antidote. She sleeps 20 hours a day, which is a good sign. I am quite sure that in a few days, a week perhaps, she will be over the hill." He nodded and closed his eyes. "I have had the room next to hers prepared for you so that you can look in on her at any time through the wallpapered door, I beg you. I am very attached to her!" It was difficult for him to speak. "I got over it pretty quickly," I said, "and of course I will keep an eye on her, as well as on you, Your Majesty! You will be able to sit in three days and stand in five, Your Majesty, I am sure of that, even though I am not a doctor." He smiled with his eyes closed. "After all, you worked better and faster than any of my doctors, Master, that's the truth!" he whispered. He coughed and I wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I am very attached to her, I love her very much!" he whispered, "I am already over 60, an old man who can only train himself on very young virgins. Nevertheless, I love her like no other. And I am glad with all my heart that you are her lover and not a less one. Thank you, Master Tschin!" I was not embarrassed, it was nothing new for him and I had had his tolerance for years. "I am aware of how much responsibility lies on my shoulders and I will never disappoint you!" I answered. He squeezed my hand.

"I am very worried because I have no enemies, or rather a million, but no one I would believe to be capable of this attack. I was sure that the peace treaty after the last war would hold, but I may be wrong. Investigate it anyway. The same goes for the court, I can't have made anyone so angry there either, but investigate it! I have many who are dissatisfied with me, but I thought I hadn't made anyone so angry. So don't listen to your king, I would tell you about every suspicion if I had one. Question, interrogate, torture! But find the guy!" I was still pretty unsteady on my feet, but I bowed to the ground.

First, a detective ordered that the guards on the king and the queen should be doubled, tripled. Food and drinks to be checked in advance. That seemed right to me. The detectives split up. They had to interrogate the foreign spies, they tackled the professional assassins, they probed the known opposition parties.

They interrogated hundreds, followed every lead. The detective who was following the trail of the silver gentian gradually made progress, I stayed with him because that seemed the most promising track to me. There were only 3 pharmacists in the area who stocked the gentian. They were interrogated until they named everyone who had received the gentian. They were all arrested and interrogated in the most scrupulous way, with no result. The search was expanded, now they went back 10, then 15 years. But nothing, nothing at all. I repeated the tests again and again, but it was 100% the silver gentian, no doubt about it.

But why hadn't we died?

A thought, an image tore me from my sleep. The queen turned to the side when I got up. I sat for hours at the queen's dressing table. First thing in the morning I had all the herb collectors arrested again. The silver gentian only grew in Tibet, a priest state that strictly controlled exports. It was the best remedy for stomach ulcers and was only given in tiny doses. The records were thoroughly reviewed again, everyone had to give an account of every gram. But not a single gram was missing, the plant was still crushed in Tibet and sold by weight. Not a gram was missing. We had to let them all go again.

But why are we three still alive?

I slept very restlessly, even though the ill and tired queen had let her be fucked until I was completely exhausted. The solution was obvious, but not on my tongue. I dream that I am a little boy and an old man is leading me by the hand. He smiled disgustingly. "They are looking for an old man and a little girl! So not both of us, am I right??" I woke up from the dream again. I stayed sitting there until morning and ran back to the detectives. All the pharmacists and herbalists were brought here again. We asked them, who was missing? Which former pharmacist, which former herbalist was missing? Hours of guessing followed. Then came the breakthrough.

A single herbalist dared to talk about it. Long Qin, the king's older brother, had been on an expedition to Tibet ages ago; as a young man he had brought back many of Tibet's special plants and herbs 30 years ago. The entire family of the king and the queen had been questioned as to who might be going after the king. All and none, in short. I insisted on calling the brother in and questioning him. He would come with them in a minute, he told the investigators, he just wanted to finish his ceremonial cup of tea. He prepared his tea while our men waited outside, poured it carefully and then drank a cup and a second, bowing humbly before the house altar. He dropped dead within minutes. The tea contained a lot of aconite or monkshood, a large amount of the silver gentian and other poisons were also found in his home.

It all came out. The gentian had lost much of its strength, after 30 years the brother had also lost his mind. No, said the king, who was totally devastated by the news, his own brother! The father had foreseen that the brother was no good and denied him the throne. 30 years later he lost his mind completely to grab the throne, and wanted to realize his fantasy by committing fratricide. Nevertheless, the king mourned. The bribed cook, whom the detectives had soon identified, was beheaded.

At the King's express request, I remained in the palace, in the room next to my Queen, as the reader of the Queen's midday rest.

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