St. Minna of Augsburg
Minna's youth
Minna's father was killed in battle with the troops of the Prince Archbishop of Augsburg, and her mother died of a broken heart shortly afterwards. Little Minna was allowed to stay in the castle as an orphan and playmate of Augusta, the future Duchess of Wittenbach and abbess. At night, the girls played in Augusta's bed whatever little girls wanted to play, naked and cuddled together in bed. The sweet girls lived like twins in those early years. But at 13, life began in earnest. Augusta got a famous private tutor, Messer Franco, as Franz Herrnthaler was called after years at Italy's royal courts (see 'A Very Long Life' by Jack X. Faber).
Augusta was 13 and ready for the next step. Ser Franco gently deflowered her and fucked the princess as often as she wanted. Minna spread the princess's labia in awe and stared into the dark hole that Ser Franco had drilled into the sweet princess' pussy. She was ready too, although she often only saw the tutor for a moment. Minna was as if hypothesized, but she was 14 and ready to give away her virginity. As if from far away, she heard herself the tutor asking if she could spend the night with Ser Franco. She promised to be quiet and discreet and to obediently follow Ser Franco's orders.
Franco deflowered her considerately on the first night. She let him fuck her every night, as he wanted. The princess let Franco fuck her in the morning and afternoon, Minna gave herself to him at night. Things went really well for two years, until Ser Franco was called to the next princely court. Minna wore Franco's parting gift under her heart and named her son Leonardo. She never told anyone except the princess the father's name. When the prince-archbishop returned home from battle, the wind became icy.
Minna's goes to the City
The prince-archbishop was a warrior, less a bishop. The unmarried girl expecting a child had to go. The tears, the begging and the pleading of his daughter, the princess, did not touch his cold heart in the slightest. He agreed to give Minna a bag of gold and silver coins so that she could afford a room in Augsburg. She parted from the princess with a heavy heart and left crying.
Leo, as Leonardo was called, thrived. Minna knew that the prince's gold would not last forever. So in the evenings she left Leo in the care of the kind-hearted landlady and went to the town's bars. She was very careful with alcohol, she did not want to ruin herself under any circumstances. She went with anyone who paid a few silver coins into one of the dark alleys and had quick and unromantic sex. For a gold coin she stayed overnight in the gentleman's arms. No, Minna was not a cheap whore, at least she did not see herself that way. She did not count how often she let herself be fucked in these strange times, it must have been hundreds. The prince-archbishop's gold was running out. She was no longer earning enough in the pubs, Leo was now 9 and she was a 25-year-old impoverished beauty. She had to marry well.
Minna is matched up
The Lord of Barstow was the richest merchant in town, he had become even richer through the new banking business, immeasurably rich. He could even lend the Prince Archbishop money, which was not only a good deal, but opened all doors for him. He was already very old, three of his wives had died childless. It was the Prince Archbishop himself who remembered Minna, she was a real beauty and of noble descent, the Prince Archbishop lured her. He summoned Minna to the castle, had her bathed and perfumed, and the princess was allowed to lend her a beautiful dress. The princess was beside herself when they met again and showered Minna with French kisses until she couldn't breathe anymore. The princess made sure that Minna was made up like a queen and lent her subtle jewelry.
Lord von Barstow's heart almost stopped. What a beauty! What a grace! What a divine body, what a noble face! The princess herself led Minna into the throne room and, smiling, placed Minna's hand in Lord von Barstow's hand.
The princess had told Minna everything about the bridegroom, the Prince Archbishop's spies had found out everything. Nothing, nothing negative. He was immensely rich, an absolutely honorable and impeccable man. Perhaps a little bigoted, and one who upheld the law with iron determination. So nothing negative. He had carried his wives on his hands, but he could do nothing against the Grim Reaper. The Prince Archbishop laughed to himself, he put his financier in the best mood. Minna would not complain, definitely not, he had told the princess.
Just one downside, the princess whispered in Minna's ear. "The fact that you already have a son, a possible male heir, would certainly suit Barstow," whispered the princess. "But he's too old, too old to fuck, Minna!" whispered the princess. Minna was only startled for a moment. "Oh, what the heck, August! I've fucked a thousand men in the last 10 years, enough for a whole lifetime! No panic, no whispering, no nonsense! If that's the only catch, then I don't care, my dear August!" The princess's heart warmed; no one had called her 'my dear August' for 10 years! She hugged Minna and gave her a deep French kiss. "Perhaps we'll see each other more often when you're Lady von Barstow!" So that was how things stood.
Minna said Yes, she had both feet on solid ground and would of course bend down and pick up that enormous lump of gold of that size. Of course he would like to come to the wedding, said the Prince Archbishop to Lord Barstow, of course! Of course he also had both feet on solid ground and would not miss such an opportunity! And Barstow himself, yes, he too had both feet on solid ground. He was a lucky man, 67 years old and the bride was only 25! He didn't have to lift her skirt to imagine the noblewoman's beautiful, presumably gorgeous body. He took it, it was a good deal, because she brought her 10-year-old Leonardo with her, possibly the heir. Barstow himself knew that he might not be able to father himself another heir.
There was a wedding that sent the whole of Augsburg into a frenzy. At the end came the 'laying in bed', an ancient custom. A dozen dignitaries stood around the bridal bed, including the Prince Archbishop and his First Lady Mistress. The groom undressed the bride with trembling hands and lay on top of her, pretending to have sex. The Prince Archbishop's mouth watered as he gazed lustfully at Minna's sweet nakedness. The First Mistress angrily nudged him with her elbow, so that he had to hide his sinful thoughts from his dominatrix.
Minna and Leonardo found their way around their new surroundings, Barstow's city palace. Minna followed the example of his previous wives and slept in the large bedroom, but in separate beds, because Barstow sometimes snored loudly. Barstow insisted on having a cot set up for Leo in the bedroom. He did not want his son to continue sleeping with his mother.
Minna's first years of marriage
In the first year everything went very harmoniously. Leo looked at her from the cot when Minna gave Barstow a blowjob or sometimes rode him. It was still just nice to watch, just nice. But towards the end of the year his puberty began vigorously. Leo waited until his stepfather had fallen asleep and crept to his mother. "It's tormenting me again, Mom!" he whispered and was allowed to slip under her covers. As always, he was allowed to lie down so that he could fuck and squirt between her ass cheeks or in the asshole. She let him do it with a smile, as long as he kept to the point of not penetrating her pussy hole. She had always told him how indecent and dishonorable it was to fuck your own mother, to fuck in mother's pussy hole. She had explained to him at length that neither civil society nor the clergy tolerated it. She had shown him how he could push his cock from below between her ass cheeks, up into her asshole. Of course he was allowed to fuck and squirt in her asshole, as long as he stayed away from the pussy hole. If he wanted, he could also fuck her in her asshole, that was not unpleasant and was fine. However, he would get a headbutt if he made a mistake and fucked in her pussy hole and squirted inside. She always resented him for that, but she never interrupted him doing it.
So it came to pass that Leo no longer gave a damn at his stepfather's request, slipped under his mother's blanket and fucked her in the asshole or pussy hole. Minna masturbated every night before going to sleep, but she never uncovered herself. "That's not something you show other people," she had said to Leo. She allowed his childish fingers to creep to her finger, to her pussy. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine it vividly.
Her finger circled her clit several times before she began to rub it in a targeted manner. She increased her speed when she began the final spurt. She rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, until her lower abdomen twitched and undulated, fucking the air. She continued to stroke her clit very gently until she rubbed to a second orgasm. Like the first time, but the second orgasm was always stronger, so that she was completely exhausted. Only very rarely did she masturbate a third time later, after a long break.
Leo, a clever and bright boy in puberty, soon discovered that there was a very short window of time when he could fuck her while she was masturbating. As soon as she finally started the final spurt, she did not notice that he pushed his cock into her pussy hole and shortly after squirted inside, before her orgasm had subsided. Only rarely did she notice it later, but then she did not give him a slap in the face or a headbutt. She only murmured, "You little rascal, you!" or sometimes "You cunning fox, you!", but that was meant in a friendly and loving way. She was never really angry with him when he fucked her in her pussy hole and squirted inside. She was just worried that they could both be severely punished.
Minna's Succubus
Minna was always ready to give Barstow a blowjob or ride him if he felt like it. She had been faithful to him for two years, foregoing every opportunity to fuck, which was not easy for her, God forbid. Barstow took his sleeping pills later and later, he peeked over at Minna and was very annoyed when she masturbated every night. He felt completely excluded, and not entirely without reason. But now, towards the end of the second year, Minna was having nightmares, as Barstow noticed with his hair standing on end. In the nightmare, the horrible gnome attacked her and fucked his poor wife half the night. Barstow could see quite clearly how her lower body moved as the gnome fucked her and how she orgasmed again and again. He stayed awake some nights to see the monstrosity. He was depressed for months because he didn't know what to do. His spiritual advisor and good friend advised him to file a witch trial. Either she was a witch or bewitched, or she was completely innocent, then his wife would be blessed every evening until the haunting was over.
Of course Leo had also noticed that Mom sometimes had nightmares. He could only go to her when his stepfather was asleep. He lay down quietly next to her and watched as she was fucked by an invisible man. Leo was at a loss, he put his arms around her, which she obviously liked, but she continued to be fucked. Leo carefully let his cock slide from below between her ass cheeks, in, deep into her pussy hole. He didn't need to fuck her, she fucked him. He squirted as often as he could. He left his cock inside so he could feel her orgasms directly. An hour or two later it stopped, she slept peacefully and when he asked Mom later, she would have no idea.
Minna experienced it quite differently. A beautiful girl appeared to her in her dream, surrounded by a golden glow. Minna knew exactly that she was dreaming. She had seen many beautiful girls naked, but this was the most beautiful. She looked up at her questioningly. "I am your succubus, Minna. My name is Conny and as you can see, I am not a small, hunchbacked gnome who fucks poor women in their nightmares. That is a pure invention to give women a way out, since the poorest were being mated against their will from orgasm to orgasm. This, and precisely this, was something that women could not reveal to men; men would definitely not understand that they were being fucked from orgasm to orgasm by enormously large cocks, that they had begged with tear-filled eyes to continue to be mated in such a divine way.
A deceitful one invented a hunchbacked gnome with a hooked nose who squatted on her and mated her for an eternity with his large, horrible cock. The tale spread like wildfire. Since many had become pregnant of her secret lovers or chance acquaintances, they pinned it on the devilish gnome. It is obvious that we succubi cannot impregnate human women because we are magical dream creatures. But women in need are very inventive, you have to give them that!" Conny smiled disarmingly. "We are of good will, Minna. We do no harm to anyone, we teach even the youngest girls how to fuck, but we are also there when they are in sexual need like you now. Look at me, I may be a girl, but I also have a pretty decent man's cock!" Only now did Minna's gaze slide down.
For God's sake! What a magnificent cock! Conny smiled kindly. "You can fuck it if you want, like you used to!" Minna swallowed. "Used to?" Now Conny laughed briefly. "Remember! When you were 4 years old, when you were with August, you let me fuck you in your dreams! For ten years you played fucking with August because, like her, you had a hazy memory of fucking the succubus. That was no coincidence, no pioneering achievement." Minna was speechless. So that's why she and Augusta were so keen to play fucking!
Conny bent over Minna's pussy and kissed her cunt, making her shiver. "The gods decide which children we have to take care of. We appear to the little girls in their dreams, usually when they are 4 years old. We fuck the dreaming girls, awakening in them the growing desire to be fucked. It almost never happens that a succubus tears the girl's hymen. We are able to fuck them without tearing their hymen apart. Remember, I have fucked you since you were a little girl, I always made you forget it as soon as you woke up. But Augusta also experienced the same thing. We taught you and Augusta how to rub the clits, how to lick the clit and later how to fuck with the clits. You and she learned it very well, Augusta let you, the more stormy one, fuck her clit until you both were exhausted. I was very pleased with your awakening sexuality, and you took the right step when you lay down with Messer Franco. He is a hybrid, half human, half magical. He taught you everything you should know back then, although you have too quickly forgotten it.
We also take care of young boys, awakening them just like girls. From childhood we let them fuck us in their dreams, which they learn very quickly. We let them rub our cock and let it ejaculate, every boy knows this from childhood on. We guide them to spy on their mothers, their nakedness and their pussies, because we also make mothers willing to flash it to the boy. As a rule, they flash their nakedness and their pussies before the eyes of the boys, of course enticed into exposing themselves by us. In all boys' dreams we let them fuck their mothers, that is the most important thing in every boy's dream. We often appear to them faking the appearance of their mother, who seduces the little one. For many boys in puberty, the line between dream-fucking and real-life fucking becomes blurred. Many, many mothers push them away in disgust after their son has violated them, but not raping her. They can never defend themselves effectively against it because we paralyze their will to be mounted and fucked by him, to let the boys splash their sperm inside them. Many boys abuse their unwilling mothers for years, squirting their sperm without considering whether to impregnate their terrified mother, which is happening more and more often. Only a few mothers welcome them greedily and horny. Many a father beats his son up when he has ejaculated into a willing or unwilling wife, because he fears him as a rival. This is how we guide the boys through puberty, which only ends when they ejaculate regularly, during sex or with their own fist.
That is what we succubi do, we are not small, hunchbacked gnomes who mate with poor women in their nightmares against their will!" Conny concluded her explanation. Minna hugged Conny tightly, she now understood the magic creature. Minna knew, of course, that she was sleeping deeply and that all this was just a dream.
Minna stared at Conny's cock. "I've never seen a girl with a cock!" she thought and whispered. Conny smiled. "I even have a real pussy underneath, a very fine one, because I also fuck boys and men in their nightmares. But you should think about whether I should fuck you now!" Minna and Conny lay next to each other on the bed and caressed each other. "Your skin is as soft as velvet, Conny!" Minna exclaimed again and again in delight. "Silky, velvety and flawless!" Minna grabbed Conny's cock. "It's beautiful!" Minna pushed the foreskin back completely and stared rapturously at the beautifully shaped glans. "It looks strong, it seems to me." Conny hugged her as light as a feather. "I'm in your dream, Minna. I can fuck you a hundred times in a row, as long as you want. Only when you're exhausted do I have to stop. Or interrupt," she added mischievously.
Of course Minna knew that she would let Conny fuck her. But — Barstow, Leo? Conny smiled. "Barstow is a good husband, Minna! He's just jealous and feels put aside because you masturbate so happily and carefree. Like every man. Forget him, he'll drag you to court anyway to prove your innocence. He and you will win, your honor and innocence will be proven conclusively, believe me, I've already seen it. And as for Leo, he's worried about you, but he instinctively feels that you're doing fine. His urge forces him to stick his cock in your pussy hole and squirt inside, but you don't mind, I can see it."
Minna felt light and completely carefree like never before. "Come on, Conny, fuck me to orgasm! I want it!" Conny nodded imperceptibly. "It was obvious, my love!" she murmured happily. She was a good two heads taller than Minna, she lifted Minna from the ground as light as a feather and held her in her arms. "Wrap your arms and legs around me, Minna, put your face on my shoulder and let it happen!" No one except Ser Franco had ever fucked her like that, standing up. She wrapped her arms around Conny's neck and her legs around her hips. "Just dream about Ser Franco, he was and is a good man!" Barstow's and all the other faces disappeared, only Conny was here, the lovely girl who fucked her standing up like Franco had done back then. Minna felt that she was the 14-year-old again, who quickly came to orgasm and bit into Franco's neck, leaving a reddish mark. "Oh, please don't stop, Conny!" she breathed trembling, "please don't stop!" She only had to think it and it happened. Of course I'm dreaming, thought Minna, but it's my best dream! She didn't know if Conny was fucking her for minutes, hours or days. Conny said goodbye after a wonderful French kiss, kissed the little 14-year-old girl on the forehead and let her go back to sleep.
Conny came almost every night. Minna couldn't understand why in the real world they called it a 'nightmare'. In any case, she experienced the best fucking of her life in Conny's arms. It seemed quite natural to her that Conny was a girl; she would probably have been a little afraid of a man and wouldn't have been able to let herself fall as freely as she would in the arms of a girl. "And because you've spent half your life fucking in Augusta's arms," added Conny, who was certainly right.
Minna suddenly saw things clearly. Yes, she had fucked hundreds of boys, more than many other women. But now she was filled with a different, new feeling that only Conny and Leo could give her. Dignity, respect, acceptance, a spiritual home. Minna's whole body was shaking. Conny put her arms around her as lightly as a feather and kissed her on the top of her head. "You're already very close, my 14-year-old child. You felt it with Ser Franco, but forgot it again, you stupid little thing. But it's nice that you've found it again, that you can see it now clearly. Keep it in your heart." Conny had disappeared, Minna was sleeping deeply and dreamlessly, like always.
As a witch in court
The Lord of Barstow had called for the trial. He had previously embraced Minna and kissed her on the lips. "It is for your own good, I must restore your honor, prove your innocence, my love." Minna nodded submissively, Conny had already seen it. "Yes, my dear husband, I know how honestly you want it. I will cooperate and give everything that is asked of me. I know how innocent I am." They walked hand in hand to the town hall.
5 chairmen, 5 judges were to decide whether Minna was a witch who was waiting to be burned at the stake. Or whether she was bewitched, in which case the devil had to be exorcised. Or whether she was completely innocent, in which case she would be free. The five men were the presiding president, the mayor, two legal experts and an envoy of the bishop, the Father Nuncio. The Prince Archbishop had ordered his two legal experts that the only solution was number 3, an honorable acquittal. "By your heads, gentlemen!" the Prince Archbishop had dismissed them, and they knew that he was never joking.
From the first minute, the Father Nuncio acted like the boss, even though the president was formally presiding over the court. You don't have to be a clairvoyant to recognize the only fault of Father Nuncio: it was arrogance. He was the center of the world, don't you see? Without it being his turn, he sent Minna to the dungeon down, where she had to put on the red sheet of an accused person. Not only did the ugly thing reveal her body almost naked, Father Nuncio kept lifting the rag up with his bamboo stick to get excited about Minna's pussy. Was this, besides his arrogant pride, his second virtue, the lust for the flesh!?
The first day of court was rather quiet. Lord Von Barstow was questioned and had to admit that Minna often had violent twitches and shakings at night. At first he thought it was from her nightly clitrubbing, but then he had doubts again. Oh, how Father Nuncio pounced on it now! Rubbing her clit? Every night? When, how often, how intensely? The presiding judges and the people hunched their shoulders. Why was the little monk riding on it? Minna looked at the presiding judges with a smile. "Once, every night, very pleasant. You don't need to know any more!" She didn't want to discuss Barstow's little dead bird. "And — it's my private matter!"
Father Nuncio did not give up so easily. His questions offered a whole lexicon of techniques, preferences, possibilities. For most of the spectators it was new that the masturbation of their wives, mothers or daughters was being discussed so openly and in such colorful detail. That was a topic for the Nuncio. During confession he had the girls and women describe in detail how they sinned against the 6th commandment. He closed his eyes devoutly to see the sin in all its colorful details. If the penitent was young, simpleminded and naive, he had her demonstrate him the sin of masturbating, protected by the privacy of the confessional box. If he could trick her more, the sinner had to wait in prayer until the end and be the last to enter the confessional box to be fucked by the priest. No, no, that was not a sin, the priest was just cleaning her sinful pussy with his semen, right? He was the center of the world, he thought, because he had fucked every simple-minded, naive penitent in the confessional box from the age of ten to the age of sixty! The poor sheep got used to being fucked by the shameless guy after every confession, because he cleaned her sinful pussy with his sperm! — The women among the spectators paid close attention, when Father Nuncio asked Minna a thousand dirty questions and did not get a single answer from her, they heard so much that was new, unknown and undiscovered. The mayor put an end to the spectacle after an hour.
Father Nuncio wanted to put Minna in prison overnight, she would soon end up on the stake! A cold wind blew against the little monk. 4 to 1 it was decided to let Minna go home with her husband, on his word of honor that he would bring her back the next day. The four in the presidium had shown the little monk who's the boss, where Thor hangs His Hammer and hits the nail on the head, Amen!
After dinner they went to bed. Minna lay naked next to her husband for once, because Conny had whispered in her mind that she would magically help her. Minna grabbed Barstow's soft cock. "I'll make it better for you than ever anyone," she cooed as her husband closed his eyes, knowing that the poor little bird was stone dead. Leo sat up curiously in the crib.
Minna said, "You fought bravely for me today, my dear husband, and put the lewd little monk back in his place! He really deserved it!" And as if by a miracle, the little bird woke up, Minna gave him a hearty, fine handjob and took him in her mouth to squirt. She let him squirt deep in her throat and swallowed the little sperm with pleasurable sounds. Truly, Barstow grinned from ear to ear and fell asleep smiling happily.
Minna and Leo
Minna waved to Leo. She remembered how well Conny had spoken about Leo. She grabbed the 10-year-old and lifted him between her thighs. "From now on, you can fuck me face to face every night and squirt inside me as often as you like. I love you very, very much, my Leo!" The boy was speechless, but his whole face was beaming. "No slaps, no headbutts?" he asked uncertainly and she laughed quietly. "That was once, that's over now! Come and make me sweat!"
Leo kissed her lips because he hadn't yet experienced French kissing. He kissed her full, firm breasts, which he loved so much, and also her stiff, brown teats, because she loved that soo very much. As if by magic, the 25-year-old mother's thighs opened and Leo guided his cock blindly in, without removing his lips from her teats. For the first time, he penetrated her from the front, he looked unblinkingly into Minna's eyes and his lips nibbled one teat, while she kneaded the other one with her fingers. It was so beautiful, so wonderful to fuck Minna! Little drops of sweat formed on her upper lip. Leo's cock was a small, slim boy's cock, but he fucked her as passionately as possible. He lasted a very long time and only straightened up after almost half an hour. "Mom, I'm squirting!" he called quietly and shot his sperm inside in firm jets. She hugged him and held him in her arms for a long time. "Would you like to do it again?" she breathed in his ear, but he shook his head and fell asleep seconds later.
The trial
Minna lay in Conny's arms until midnight, then she slept too. Barstow brought her to the town hall on time the next day, she put the red cloak around her naked body and sat down on the poor sinner's chair. Of course Father Nuncio scurried around her, lifting the rag with the bamboo stick to make sure that her pussy was still there. "I'm looking to see if there's a devilish gnome hiding under her skirt!" he said defiantly. Like all the others, the resolute mayor had stared at Minna's pussy and now he called out loudly, "And, Father, do you see anything treacherous?" The Nuncio had to give in. "No, Mayor, nothing like that, unfortunately!"
He sat down, brooding dully. "The witch must still burn!" he muttered to himself, disgruntled. He had grown up in a small town where one or more witches were burned almost every week. It was not the pyre nor the blazing fire that excited him. It was the crowds of people in which one could press oneself against the asscheeks of an unaccompanied woman. One or the other would let lift her skirt and let the stranger fuck and mate with her from behind. Being a young boy, he usually fucked three women at every burning stake, holding the hips with both hands and squirting inside insanely, not a single thought how many of them he impregnated. Back then he fucked anyone who watched the fire as if hypnotized, whose cheeks glowed with excitement when the innocent witches screamed, moaned and whimpered. How nice it was to be fucked from behind by a stranger at the same time, Amen!
The president stood up and gave a long speech about how well the imperial city of Augsburg had risen from the ashes after the Thirty Years' War and how, as a result, there had been no witch burnings in the 20 years since. He could not see that Minna von Barstow was a witch or that she was bewitched. He insisted on an immediate vote.
The people held their breath.
Four to one.
Everyone stared at the Father Nuncio. It was he who prevented the verdict. The two legal experts had to admit to the Father, that they had to carry out a 'highly painstaking investigation'. The only one who grinned now was the Father himself.
Of course, modern people no longer know what this investigation means. It was abolished around 200 years ago, between 1805 and 1825, throughout Europe. The verdict was decided by majority vote. In this respect, the flesh-hungry priest had poor prospects. He did not consider this, he was looking forward to the procedure itself. The mayor called for a vote, public or not? Four to one, only the priest wanted an audience. The people had to leave the hall. Barstow hugged Minna. "I pray that your cause wins!" Surely even the educated Barstow did not know what 'extremely painstaking' meant.
The extremely painstaking process
Now there were only five of them, plus Minna in the hall. The Father Nuncio could no longer control his desire, pulled the red rag over Minna's head, exposing her naked. Minna covered her bare breasts and her pussy with her hands. Now the resolute mayor, who was a butcher at the same time, stepped in. He hurled the skinny little monk to the ground. "The order is prescribed by law! The Lord presiding, the Lord Mayor, the Bishop's representative, the two legal experts. So keep quiet, you cheeky boy!" Of course the mayor's tone was wrong, but one could understand his anger quite well. The little monk, who no longer saw any prospect of burning the Lady at the stake, wanted to at least fuck the honorable Minna von Barstow if he couldn't burn her. — What a guy!
The Lord presiding
The Lord stepped in front of Minna and unbuttoned his fly. "Lady von Barstow, I have to follow the rules! And the other four have to watch carefully the mating close-up to see if the devil shows himself and exposes you as a witch. — So then, in God's name!" Conny had whispered in Minna's mind, "Stay strong, fuck the gentlemen in a good wifely way, they know that. Don't be afraid, I'm right behind you!" Minna smiled into the Lord's eyes and opened her thighs willingly. "Come on, Your Grace, I'm willing and ready!" The others stood around Minna while the Lord fucked her. He was no creep, he fucked now the wife of the well-known merchant and banker respectfully, tenderly and very gently. He was a pleasure-seeker who loved the gentle fucking that his wife used to offer him and that one or two of her very young maids now offered him. He took his time, there was no reason to rush. Now he was ready, he pulled out his cock and squirted on the wooden floor. He nodded contentedly at everyone. "No devilry anywhere, just a good wife who bravely lets herself be fucked to prove her innocence!" He made way for the mayor and stood in front of the little Father, who could hardly see anything even though he stood on tiptoe.
The mayor
The mayor unbuttoned his fly. "Dear Lady von Barstow, I too firmly believe in your innocence, but we have to prove that there is no monster hiding in your pussy!" Minna also nodded at him in a friendly manner. "Don't worry, Your Grace! I am quite prepared to prove my innocence! Just come, be my dear husband for the moment!" The mayor fucked Minna with his big butcher's cock and smiled contentedly when Minna had an orgasm. He fucked her for a long time afterwards, then he too pulled out his cock and squirted on the floor. "No devil, damn it!" was his verdict.
Father Nuncio, the toad
Now the priest pushed forward. "Now I come, now it's my turn!" One of the legal experts grumbled audibly, "So much for your vow to renounce the flesh and live chastely!" The priest gave him an angry look, but he blushed all over. "Now it's my turn, I'll give your devil legs, you wretch!" Minna looked at his cock and laughed loudly. "You think, Bishop's servant, that the devil is afraid of this little thing?" Defiantly, Father Nuncio thrust his little cock into Minna's pussy and fucked her furiously. He straightened up to squirt inside. But he had not reckoned with the innkeeper, or rather, with the butcher. The mayor pulled him back by the collar of his robe. "What a miserable rascal you are!" the butcher shouted at him, while the parson squirted helpless on the floor. "To squirt inside the faithful, highly respectable lady like a sinister rapist! That is unforgivable, that is miserably cowardly!" He shook the little monk in the air and let him fall to the floor.
The first legal scholar
One of the legal scholars now stepped forward and bowed almost to the ground. "I am fulfilling a duty, dear Lady, I will not infringe on your honor!" Minna was surprised by these words, but she reached forward and unbuttoned his fly with skill. "Come on, Your Grace, fulfill your duty! I am surprised by your respectful speech. Let me be your devoted wife for these minutes!" The legal scholar fucked her with joy, because he only knew the lust of the flesh from whores who practiced their profession with disgust and contempt. He too pulled out his cock before ejaculating and let his semen squirt onto the ground. "No devilry, not a bit. Just a highly respectable wife who obeys the law and fucks wonderfully well!"
The second legal scholar
Minna had clearly felt Conny's invisible embrace during the extremely shameful copulations; the angelic girl strengthened her mind and soul during the procedure so that Minna could endure it with equanimity and without romantic confusion. The last one also assured how he would fulfill his duty. He did not visit the whores very often like his colleague; he accepted the fucking of respectable, chaste wives and their untouched daughters as a bribe; he was not interested in money. He loved the crying and the hesitant, shy devotion of God-fearing, chaste women as a special gift and sacrifice. Minna neither cried nor was she hesitant or shy. She was very experienced and practiced in fucking, that was something. He fucked her happily and with beautiful sexual devotion, and he also let his sperm fall on the floor. That was normal for him, he never wanted to embarrass women. Only when he deflowered a virgin and fucked the child did he let it ejaculate into the innocent child, she was still much too young to get pregnant.
The verdict
The gentlemen had buttoned up their flys and sat down. The mayor put a vote on whether Minna was a witch, four to one. Then they voted on whether she was bewitched, again four to one. Had anyone noticed anything devilish, the Lord of Darkness himself or one of his servants, during the extremely painful copulation? Four immediately said no, the Father Nuncio took a long time. But he had not observed anything of the sort either. The mayor gave the little monk an astonished look, because that was unexpected. Now they discussed the verdict. Who voted for the stake? Everyone looked at the priest, but he knew he had lost. Five against. Exorcism? Five against. Acquittal and certification of innocence, confirmation of the full honor of Minna von Barstow? Five for.
The clerk was called and the verdict was dictated on parchment. Minna's honor was restored; she was a pure, chaste soul. The gentlemen reveled to those who asked questions about how finely, modestly and devotedly the chaste wife of Barstow had let the four of them fuck her. The gentlemen described the fucking of the immaculate Minna in a verbose, flowery and enthusiastic manner, she was fucking divinely like a pure, innocent angel. Father Nuncio pulled his head between his shoulders and left when the ridiculousness of his contribution was revealed amid loud laughter. He was never seen again in the imperial city of Augsburg.
Barstow's sorrow
The Lord of Barstow was quite depressed when he understood the nature of the 'extremely painstaking copulation'. His beloved, poor wife had to let herself be fucked by four councillors and the disgusting monk. Barstow embraced Minna warmly and consoled her. But she remained happy and exuberant. No, she did not need to be consoled. She had let hundreds of men fuck her in her previous life, she reminded her contrite husband, the four councillors were very respectful and honourable during the copulation, and only the mayor had been able to fuck her to orgasm and then for a long time afterwards, the strong fucker, she said with a smile. She only had contemptuous, dirty words to say about the disgraceful Father Nuncio. He was a depraved, perverted, dirty hyena who dragged his sacred habit through the mud. Yes, her husband was allowed to console her for that. She would wash away the juices of the 'extremely painstaking copulation' in the bath water, although none of the men had squirted inside, Minna smiled. She beamed to grant her husband the pride and satisfaction of her legally proven purity.
Lord von Barstow, who had already had Leo taught by the best private teachers for two years, was very happy with the 11-year-old. Yes, the boy would be a good successor and heir, that quickly became clear to him. This thought was very reassuring. He could smoke his meerschaum pipe in peace and composure, the boy had become his pride.
Minna had discussed it with her husband in all seriousness. She wanted Leo to lie with her officially. He was the right age to learn how to fuck and she was longing to be mated by him. This was strong stuff, but he finally agreed because she promised her husband to give him a handjob or a blowjob whenever he wanted. He had the cot removed and a wide bed set up for Minna.
Barstow watched with a pounding heart as he saw for the first time Leo fucking Minna. She had of course told him that the bright boy had been fucking her for some time already, so it was completely normal for her and Leo. He later talked to Leo, who had become a serious, amazing teenager. He was very impressed with the respect and loving affection with which the boy fucked Minna, mated her and regularly brought her to orgasm. Leo sensed the sadness in the voice of his stepfather, who could no longer do it himself. He hugged his stepfather tightly, because he was so grateful to be allowed to mount Minna with his permission.
When Barstow and Leo were sleeping, Minna met with Conny. She loved being fucked by the beautiful girl, it filled her with great sexual joy and fulfillment. Conny kissed her gently on the lips every time and she fell asleep with this kiss on her lips. She dreamed and knew that Conny would not leave her until she took her last breath, not before.
It was only when Leo was old enough and was looking for young, very, very young girls to fuck that Minna looked around. She was not surprised that Leo grabbed the young and youngest children, deflowered them and fucked them until he was tied up by the next one. He took after his father, Franco, who loved to deflower and to fuck his noble young pupils. Minna looked around, she was very selective and by no means careless. She took the future lover's cock in her hand a dozen times to test it and drained the squirting cock to the dregs before she let him fuck her.
Minna's works
It was Conny who actually made her a saint. "Put on a simple rough dress and walk through the streets of the imperial city. Don't pay attention to the wealthy, the contented. No, pay attention to those who are at the bottom, feel their suffering with your heart!" Minna woke up wide awake. She wasted no time, dressed shabbily and spent days wandering through the darkest corners, the most disreputable streets. She always took a purse full of copper coins with her, which was empty by the evening. She understood well what Conny had meant.
The aged Lord von Barstow, who handed over his business to Leo bit by bit, was easily persuaded and opened his coffers to Minna. She built a huge tent in the poorest quarter of the imperial city, where everyone was offered hot soup, a piece of bread and a mug of light beer. She bought several connected buildings and built the first orphanage for Augsburg there. 450 children found a warm bed and two warm meals a day there. Small workshops were built where children could learn a craft. The Lord of Barstow closed his eyes the last time, knowing that Minna and Leo were using the profits to clothe and feed the poorest of the poor.
Minna devoted her time to this task; she had turned 45 and her loins no longer needed to be fucked so urgently, although she took whoever she wanted into her bed. She too was increasingly attracted to young, virginal boys who were ardently yearning to fuck the tall beauty as first in their lives.
Leo had married a gentle, loyal soul who bore him a room full of children. She had never fucked any other man than Leo; she looked a little enviously at her childhood friends who fucked anyone indiscriminately. But she never dared to cheat on Leo. She would withdraw quietly and fearfully when Leo took a very young girl. She would peek out from behind the curtain and watch when Leo deflowered and fucked the child. She actually had no problem at all with her husband regularly bringing a young virgin home, because he was the best husband and the best fucker to her, and she owed all of her orgasms to him.
The Duchess
Princess Augusta had married the Duke of Wittenbach, a very decent and art-loving husband. Minna was invited to the wedding because the young Duke knew Lord von Barstow well. It was also Minna who supported Augusta during both births. The two women remained friends for their entire lives. When the Duke died, Augusta went to the monastery, where she soon became the abbess.
The Duchess's heart shattered into a thousand pieces when the good Duke was seen collapsing dead. He was in the studio of a court painter who was painting a female nude fucking a God. The Duke himself was depicting the God because he loved to fuck each of the nude models with passion and gusto. Duchess Augusta allowed him to have this little fun because she too had her little virgin pageboys who she passionately seduced. The Duke's death was a catastrophe. She hugged her son Carl, heavily crying, took the 12-year-old into her bed, hugged and comforted him and herself. She took off her silk nightgown because she suspected that he would ruin the expensive piece with his sperm.
Carl had previously slept with his wet nurse, who had breastfed him. It was only natural that she had been letting the little one fuck her for a long time. But he suffered from phimosis, a narrowing of the foreskin. His sperm dripped out of the tiny hole for what must have been an hour. The wet nurse took a small pair of scissors and made a small cut in the little boy's foreskin so that she could pull his foreskin back over the glans. How the 8-year-old beamed, really squirting inside while fucking the wet nurse! Of course, his mother, the Duchess, knew nothing about this. She only felt her son's stiff cock and took off her silk nightgown as a precaution so that he didn't mess it up with his sperm.
The Duchess lay naked on her bed, crying bitterly and holding her crying son tightly in her arms. He had put his arms around her neck, his lips kissed his mother's breast and sucked on her teat. No, this wasn't anything sexual at first, sucking on the teat like a baby calmed the 12-year-old down. Gentle shivers ran down the Duchess's back as he sucked on her teat. Her left leg was stretched out, the other bent to the side. Carl's stiff cock slid gradually higher along her inner thighs, sending horny shivers ahead and igniting the fire in her clit. She knew this feelings very well, hundreds of young pageboys had slid their little boy cocks up her inner thighs. She cried and trembled in anticipation. Oh, Carl obviously knew what he had to do. He didn't seem to be a virgin anymore, she smiled, crying and sobbing. She cried, sobbed and held her breath as Carl's fine glans touched her pussy.
They were still holding each other, crying, and the Duchess pressed him to her, sobbing. "Be gentle with me, Carl, don't hurt me! Love me and be good to me!" she stammered and sighed deeply, as Carl slowly penetrated her pussyhole with his cock. He nodded, sobbing, "Yes, Mom, I love you very much, now we don't have Daddy anymore!" he sobbed and sniffed, the tall boy. They both cried as they fucked for a very long time, and Carl sobbed loudly, "Daddy, Daddy, oh Daddy!" as he straightened up twitching and squirted deeply into her cunthole. She held him in her arms for a long time, her tears gradually drying up.
From then on, Carl slept with the Duchess every night. She guided his index finger to her G-spot, as she had guided every little pageboy, to show him where he could trigger her orgasm. He was very docile, the apple of her eye. She ruled as Prince Regent, as he was not yet 18. He would never be, because one evening his badly mutilated corpse was brought home from the wild boar hunt. She screamed, she yelled, she cursed everyone blasphemously. He had only just turned 17, her son, her lover. She yelled for her brother-in-law, the Duke's youngest brother. Sobbing and crying, she called him to be the next Duke, because it was his turn. She sat at the window for days and stared out into the November rain. Then she said goodbye and went to the monastery, in whose cemetery her husband and her son lay. She gave her underage daughter to the mercy of the new Duke and lived in the monastery from then on.
Minna died peacefully, before she was 60. The imperial city mourned the loss of the benefactor who had been a lighthouse for the poor in stormy seas. Augusta came to Minna's funeral, which was presided over by Bishop Wilbertus II, Wilbertus nicknamed 'the carnal-loving'. That night, tired and exhausted by carnal lust, Augusta lay in the arms of Wilbertus, who had done his job very well. Augusta wanted to know how she could canonize Minna, seriously and officially. Wilbertus knew how to do it.
Abbess von Wittenbach commissioned a reliable man, the Bishop of Worms, who shared Augusta's bed and warmed her feet properly whenever he passed through, to go to the Pope in Rome and push forward Minna's beatification and canonization. The Bishop of Worms was one of her favorites, he knew what and how to fuck exactly to make the Duchess shout and rejoice and repeated it until the noble Lady didn't know which train hit her. She snuggled up to the young bishop, purring gratefully and contentedly, as she had previously only done on the Duke's chest. No, the Abbess was not one of those, by God not! But every Abbot, every Bishop who came to her monastery had to share her bed and fuck her so hard until the Duchess didn't know which train hit her. She really owed it to herself. Simple pilgrims, passing tradesmen and travelers did not receive this preferential treatment. They had to warm their feet at night in the simple cells of the religious sisters. The nuns usually knew when it was safe to let the man fuck them properly and hard. Unfortunately, it did not happen that often that someone visited the nunnery.
The Duchess did not take every high priest into her arms. Some were old or fat or otherwise disgusting. She had a loyal young novice who would then step in for her. She was grateful to little Angela for fucking in her place. Angela was not squeamish, by God not. She loved to be fucked by anyone, because she was someone who came to orgasm very quickly when being fucked.
The Duchess took great care to advise her chargés on the safe days. At that time, women had to count the days based on their menstrual period. And she was as careful as a prisoner guard to ensure that the girls did not become pregnant. Many only took the vow of chastity in old age, when their desire to fuck had waned. She never took a vow of chastity herself.
She lured as many Abbots, Bishops and other high Clergymen into her arms as she could. Even at 60, she fucked the High Lords brains out, so that they could be sent to the Pope in Rome. The canonization of Minna, her beloved Minna, became her highest goal.
It would take more than 6 years before Minna von Barstow was canonized.
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