Margot knocked twice lightly on the door of the Countess' room and entered.
Catherine de Rochefeuille was still in bed. Margot opened the shutters to let the light in. In that month of September, the light was beautiful and the sun flooded the room.
- Good morning, ma'am, did you sleep well? Margot asked as she does every morning.
- Wonderfully well, my daughter. You did another great thing last night. You made me come in a delicious way. The Countess replied, stretching herself.
Catherine de Rochefeuille often spent the evening with her first chambermaid. According to her wishes, she sometimes asked Ninon, Sylvère or Aloïs to join them. The day before, she had only remembered Margot and the two women had fucked each other for a long time before the Countess fell asleep and Margot returned to her room.
- The Countess also gave me great pleasure. She does wonders with her silver life. Says Margot, returning the compliment.
- What's the news this morning. Asked the Countess as she stood up, cutting short these effusions.
- A rider from the castle of Marmaing brought a letter from Madame la Marquise Françoise. It is here on your hairdresser, Madam will be able to read it while I do her hair.
Margot brushed the Countess' long black hair and styled it into a bun before adjusting her headdress with pins. The Countess read her friend's message and when she had finished reading it, she addressed Margot:
- My daughter, I think I'm going to give you a book.
- I am at the service of Madame. Margot replied. And what is this book?
- Do you know the young Marquis de Marmaing?
- No, Madam.
- My friends Marmaing have a son Hector, who is the godson of the Count. He is now fifteen years old and my friend Françoise is asking me to do her a favour. I think you can help me to be nice to him.
- And what is this service?
- Read it yourself and you'll understand. The Countess said to him as she handed him the sheet of paper.
Margot read with a little difficulty the fine and leaning writing of the Marquise. She understood that she was asking her friend to do her son's sex education. After the introductions of use, the Marquise wrote:
"My dearest friend, I am speaking to you about my son Hector, the godson of your beloved husband. Hector goes on his sixteenth birthday, he is a well-made young man, highly educated and of a lively intelligence. Before he comes to assist his father at the Marmaing estate, I would like him to learn how to behave in situations that we have both had the opportunity to know many times with our dear spouses and also some of our people. Situations that we have all enjoyed. You will understand that I want my son to become a skillful and quick to give great pleasure and good enjoyment to his partners, that he take the taste of fornication as his father and his godfather have it. I therefore ask you as a service to kindly take care of this part of his education, as I cannot ask Hortense to do so because his little Margot and the care of my house occupy him from sunrise to sunset. »
- At first I thought, take care of it myself. But I fear that the young Marquis will be impressed by my age and position. That's why I'm asking you to do it for me. Do you feel capable of that? Says the Countess when Margot had finished her reading.
- I believe so, Madam. But maybe I could use a little help. Margot replied.
- Are you thinking about Ninon?
- In Ninon, yes, of course, but also Silvère and Aloïs. If you want to introduce the young Marquis to the buckwheat industry, I would need them too. And perhaps also the young Suzon that Madame took, a short while ago, for her service. This pretty tendron seems to me to have all the necessary provisions for that. But she's still a virgin....
- This can be arranged. As for Hector's education at the buckram, I don't know if my friend Françoise includes him in the education you will give to her son. I will answer him right away and you will have the mail brought to Marmaing by Silvère. Anyway, I'm going to tell him my decision to give you the young Marquis Hector and invite them for next week. Concludes the Countess on her way to her writing desk.
When the Marmaing took Hector away, there was no customary orgy after dinner. None of them wanted to take the risk that the young Marquis would discover the turpitudes of his parents and the Rochefeuille before they had been prepared by Margot.
Nevertheless, we meet in the living room after dinner, after the young Marquis has retired to his room. Françoise de Marmaing confirmed the Countess' choice:
- My dear friend, I understand and share your reluctance not to do Hector's education yourself and I agree with your idea of giving this task to Margot. Your first chambermaid is a skillful rascal, ardent in bed and quick to open her ass to our men's lives. She will be a perfect preceptor.
- And I would like to point out that my little Hector should be made aware of the pleasures of buckwheat. In the absence of a donzelle's ass, a cute ass is perfectly suited to emptying the genitaries. Pierre de Marmaing added.
After that, everyone withdrew to their apartments, which did not prevent some quiet steps in the corridors.
Françoise de Marmaing went to meet the Countess Catherine in her apartments. Silvère and Aloïs accompanied him and they stayed with the two women.
Pierre de Marmaing was accompanied by Ninon. A year earlier, he had been impressed by the vice of Catherine de Rochefeuille's servant who had taken such good care of her director for four days before his marriage to Hortense. And if he had screwed it up over and over again, every time he visited his friends, he had never had the opportunity to enjoy his vice in private.
He was not disappointed because Ninon went wild once again. As soon as she arrived in the Marquis' room, she undressed quickly and took off her clothes. The Marquis threw her on the bed but Ninon freed herself from her hold and stood in the middle of the room under the Marquis' amazed eyes, she jerked off, jerked off, made herself enjoy her own caresses on her pussy and her pretty chest.
As soon as her pleasure fell, she joined the Marquis on the bed and sucked him skillfully. Her hand was sliding over the stinger and she was licking the tip of the stinger with the tip of her tongue. Sometimes she would take it in her mouth, driving the stake deep down her throat by rolling the desire-hardened genituses between her fingers. She made the pleasure of the Marquis Pierre rise gently, skillfully. She felt his palpitations in his hand, in his mouth. She wet her finger on her ass and without stopping sucking it, she stuck her middle finger up the Marquis' ass.
Pierre de Marmaing pushed a long rail, a slab of deer in heat when his burning seed, his molten sap rose along his stem and burst into Ninon's mouth.
- Does the Marquis want some wine? Ninon asked.
- Oh, yes, my naughty girl, and you'll have some too. replied the Marquis with a sigh of comfort.
Ninon filled two cups with silver and they toasted love and its pleasures.
While the Marquis enjoyed his nectar, Ninon, who had emptied his cup in one stroke, was busy restoring his life. She jerked him off a little, sucked him off so well that his stinger soon left the support of his belly to return to a more vertical direction.
Ninon rode the Marquis, guided her chibro to her rosette, which she had taken care to wet with her own wetness, and impaled herself on the Marquis' life. She started a dance made of up and down movements combined with a pendulum of her pelvis. Ninon was jerking off at the same time as the Marquis was sinking into her. She comes screaming, her head tilted back, her whole body taken by violent convulsions. Pierre de Marmaing grabbed the young maid at the hips to make sure she didn't slip away and he broke the foundation until he emptied himself into his thrilling ass.
- By the devil's horns, you drained my genitals, my gossip. Give me my purse that's right there on the table. For fucking me so well, you deserve a salary. The Marquis exclaimed.
- But sir, with all due respect, I'm not a bunch of people. I found my account and took great pleasure in being screwed by the gentleman. This applies to all gold coins. Ninon replied.
- Goddamn it, you're suddenly proud and fierce. Don't stand up like a reluctant filly. I didn't mean to offend you, my sweet naughty girl. But just to thank you for what you just did and especially to pay off the debt I have with you. The Marquis laughed.
- A debt! A debt! What debt? What debt?
- The one I contracted with you when you prepared my good Louis so well to become a father. He knocked up Hortense the very day of their wedding and it's all thanks to you. For that and the rest, here are two gold shields. Says the Marquis as he hands him the two pieces.
A little further on, Margot had entered the Count's room. He was sitting in an armchair and smoking tobacco in a long-pipe porcelain pipe.
- Come in, my good Margot. I'd like to have you around for a few moments. The Count said to him.
- The pleasure will be all mine, sir. What can I do to make you feel good? Asked Margot.
- Put down your herds and come here.
Margot undressed, keeping only her stockings and hat. The Count ordered him to sit on his lap and kissed him. He spoke a little, stroking her, asked her how she planned to educate her godchild. Margot answered her questions, held back her advice, opening her thighs to the hand of the Count who stroked her. Sometimes he handed her his pipe so that she could taste the tobacco that was being consumed. Sex Chat Live - Chat Live With Girls - Chat With Sexy Girl
The Count's caresses gently brought Margot to the brink of orgasm. She put her head on her master's shoulder and let out a series of small cries when the first waves of orgasm came from her belly. Hector de Rochefeuille caressed her more insistently. He led Margot to pleasure by applying circular caresses to her little pleasure button.
He got up, carried Margot alanguie in his arms to his bed and took the con in doggy style. Margot didn't care if she got caught like that. Following the advice of the Marquise, she refused the entry of her cunt to all males but she made two exceptions. Silvère because the mutual feelings that united them now, deserved this gift and the Count because she knew that this destroyer knew how to take care not to knock up any of the servants of the castle.
Hector smashed Margot's asshole, stroked his breasts, hips, stomach and pussy with both his hands free because Margot was stabbing herself on her window. She felt her orgasm return and came back screaming, the Count's thumb deep up her ass.
Hector retired to shove his ass up his ass. He gave up his caresses to grab the first chambermaid's hips and fuck her deeply until he emptied himself into her entrails.
- You have to go to sleep, my good Margot. Tomorrow you have to take care of making my godchild the greatest of libertines. The Count said to him, slapping him on the butt.
- I would do my best, Sir, I would try to make the young Marquis Hector as skillful as his godfather. The Count gave me great pleasure. Good evening, sir. Says Margot as she puts her clothes back on.
As she walked past the door of the Countess' room, Margot heard groans of comfort, cries of pleasure, male rales in rut. Not resisting curiosity, she opened the door to see which skit was being played.
The Marquise Françoise was lying on her side, her head on the Countess' thigh, licking the slit with gluttony. Greed is all the greater as the Marquise was fucked by the Count's two squires, Silvère on her ass and Aloïs on her ass. All these beautiful people expressed their pleasure with cries, moans, moans. If the hour had not been so late, if she had not been exhausted from being screwed by the Count, Margot would probably have joined her cries of pleasure to theirs. But she preferred to go to sleep alone and take a well-deserved rest.
The next morning, the Countess summoned the young Marquis to her room. In Margot's presence, she explained that she would introduce her to "a lot of beautiful and good things" in her own words. She told the young man that he had to be careful to listen to everything Margot would say to him as if she was speaking for herself. She asked what Margot had planned for that day.
Margot took the young Marquis to the stables so that Silvère could find him a horse. As they approached, Alois was leading a stallion to the stable. The chestnut, the smoking nostrils, sent ruins, tried to rearise despite Alois' firm grip.
Margot and young Hector followed Alois and his fiery horse inside. A mare neighed as soon as the stallion approached and Margot realized she was going to be bled.
- This is a great opportunity and a perfect example to start with. She thought.
The two squires, assisted by a groom, directed the chestnut tree towards the mare. The horse's life developed under his belly, became rigid like a sword. The size of the animal's member impressed Hector, who asked Margot:
- What's going on? What's going on? What disease is that horse suffering from?
- It's not a disease, my little man, or rather if it is. The disease of love and fornication. Margot replied, laughing at the ingenuity of the young Marquis.
- The disease of love? Young Hector repeated.
- Yes, that's right. You see that mare, she's in heat. You heard him neigh, call that handsome stallion to her. She wants him to fuck her up. And the stallion, if he's so angry, so bloody, it's because he wants to fuck the woman who calls him that. This is the disease of love.
- And for men and women, does this happen?
- Likewise. Margot replied, still amused by Hector's questions.
Meanwhile, Silvère, Aloïs and the valet had the stallion in position. The valet held the animal's vit firmly towards the mare's vagina. Silvère and Alois made him move forward.
The mare is still neighing. Young Hector worried:
- It hurts her to do so in this way.
- No, sir has nothing to fear for this beautiful mare. On the contrary, I think she neighs because it makes her happy.
- Very well. Says Hector, unconvinced.
After this lesson of things, Silvère took the young Marquis for a horse ride through the estate. He wanted to do this to assess his ability to drive a horse and then give him the one that would best suit his knowledge of riding.
At the end of that first day, the young Marquis asked to take a bath. Margot organized all this and took care of filling the vat room with water at the right temperature. She attended the ablutions of the young Hector and presented him with a linen sheet to dry himself. She rubbed him so hard and so well, perhaps insisting too much on his lower abdomen that the young man's sight swelled, stretched and his cap caught his eyes on the vault. Margot, pointing her index finger at that proud stick, exclaimed:
- Well, this is a very nice life. How proud and haughty the rascal is! But what are you doing here, sir....Because she had just noticed that Hector was signing himself and mumbling what must have looked like a Pater.
Hector, ashamed, explained that he had been having this kind of physical manifestation for some time and that even one morning he had found himself with his stomach covered in a gooey mood. He then spoke to his confessor who ordered him to read a passage from the Gospel on his knees on the slabs of the chapel and to sign himself and say 5 paters each time it happened again.
Margot laughed:
- That is a very curious way of getting that across. I know a much better way and if the Marquis is willing, I will teach him.
Without waiting for the answer, she grabbed the young man's hand, and guiding her with her hand intertwined with hers, she had him grab her life. Margot showed him how to caress himself, how to wet his fingers with saliva so that the contact with the décalotté glans is softer. She helped him jerk off until his seed sprang from his life two feet away.
Margot then asked him:
- Is it better than prayers?
- Oh, yes, Miss. I feel weak as an infant but I found it good and well.
- All right, the Marquis will have to do this every night after bedtime. I'll have him wear a handkerchief to collect his cum and check it every morning.
- All right, Miss Marguerite, I'll do as you ask.
For a good week, Margot brought the famous handkerchief every evening and checked every morning that it bore the revealing traces of the young Marquis' masturbation.
She entered the room of the young Marquis. That night, she didn't take the daily handkerchief with her.
- Good evening, Miss, don't you bring a handkerchief tonight? Hector was surprised to see her enter empty-handed.
- No, not tonight. Margot replied.
She helped the young Marquis undress and lie on his bed. But instead of folding the blankets over her body, she slipped her hands under her shirt.
- What the hell are you doing, miss? Asked Hector, he was surprised by this sudden change of program.
- If the gentleman will allow it, I will relieve him myself. Margot told him as she grabbed her already swollen life.
She jerked him off a little bit, gently then having rolled up her shirt her hand was shaking more and more quickly. The young man was not long in stiffening up and sending a nice amount of shit on his stomach that Margot hurried to lick and swallow. Hector said that this way was even more pleasant and waited every night for Margot to masturbate daily. She even made him taste his own sperm when he was surprised to see her swallow it with greed.
The day Margot took her life in her mouth, Hector was surprised once again but did not ask any questions. This beautiful servant made him discover almost every day a universe that he ignored and that enchanted him. And then it seemed to be the orders of Countess Catherine, his godfather's dear wife. Finally, Margot's warm and moist lips were much softer at her life than her teacher's hands and her tongue, which was much more agile than her fingers.
Once, however, he confided in his godfather. He asked him if he enjoyed his stay in Rochefeuille. Hector told him:
- Mr. Sponsor, I know that these are the orders your wife Catherine gave to her first chambermaid, but she teaches me some amazing practices.
- Amazing practices...Um...um...um...and which ones. replied the Count.
- She first taught me to caress my life, then she caressed it herself and now she sucks it every night for the last few days. I am surprised because that is not what the good fathers taught me, even though they taught me so much. I'm surprised a servant knows more than they do.
- I don't know anyone who says he knows everything about women's magic that isn't a lying fieffé. And the good fathers who educated you don't know anything about women because they never see them, AH, AH, AH, AH. Is what you learn with Margot convenient for you?
- Oh, yes, my sponsor. It's even very pleasant.
- That's the right time. Well, my boy, keep going! Margot certainly hasn't told you all about these mysteries yet. Be a studious student, you have my blessing.
Catherine de Rochefeuille was still in bed. Margot opened the shutters to let the light in. In that month of September, the light was beautiful and the sun flooded the room.
- Good morning, ma'am, did you sleep well? Margot asked as she does every morning.
- Wonderfully well, my daughter. You did another great thing last night. You made me come in a delicious way. The Countess replied, stretching herself.
Catherine de Rochefeuille often spent the evening with her first chambermaid. According to her wishes, she sometimes asked Ninon, Sylvère or Aloïs to join them. The day before, she had only remembered Margot and the two women had fucked each other for a long time before the Countess fell asleep and Margot returned to her room.
- The Countess also gave me great pleasure. She does wonders with her silver life. Says Margot, returning the compliment.
- What's the news this morning. Asked the Countess as she stood up, cutting short these effusions.
- A rider from the castle of Marmaing brought a letter from Madame la Marquise Françoise. It is here on your hairdresser, Madam will be able to read it while I do her hair.
Margot brushed the Countess' long black hair and styled it into a bun before adjusting her headdress with pins. The Countess read her friend's message and when she had finished reading it, she addressed Margot:
- My daughter, I think I'm going to give you a book.
- I am at the service of Madame. Margot replied. And what is this book?
- Do you know the young Marquis de Marmaing?
- No, Madam.
- My friends Marmaing have a son Hector, who is the godson of the Count. He is now fifteen years old and my friend Françoise is asking me to do her a favour. I think you can help me to be nice to him.
- And what is this service?
- Read it yourself and you'll understand. The Countess said to him as she handed him the sheet of paper.
Margot read with a little difficulty the fine and leaning writing of the Marquise. She understood that she was asking her friend to do her son's sex education. After the introductions of use, the Marquise wrote:
"My dearest friend, I am speaking to you about my son Hector, the godson of your beloved husband. Hector goes on his sixteenth birthday, he is a well-made young man, highly educated and of a lively intelligence. Before he comes to assist his father at the Marmaing estate, I would like him to learn how to behave in situations that we have both had the opportunity to know many times with our dear spouses and also some of our people. Situations that we have all enjoyed. You will understand that I want my son to become a skillful and quick to give great pleasure and good enjoyment to his partners, that he take the taste of fornication as his father and his godfather have it. I therefore ask you as a service to kindly take care of this part of his education, as I cannot ask Hortense to do so because his little Margot and the care of my house occupy him from sunrise to sunset. »
- At first I thought, take care of it myself. But I fear that the young Marquis will be impressed by my age and position. That's why I'm asking you to do it for me. Do you feel capable of that? Says the Countess when Margot had finished her reading.
- I believe so, Madam. But maybe I could use a little help. Margot replied.
- Are you thinking about Ninon?
- In Ninon, yes, of course, but also Silvère and Aloïs. If you want to introduce the young Marquis to the buckwheat industry, I would need them too. And perhaps also the young Suzon that Madame took, a short while ago, for her service. This pretty tendron seems to me to have all the necessary provisions for that. But she's still a virgin....
- This can be arranged. As for Hector's education at the buckram, I don't know if my friend Françoise includes him in the education you will give to her son. I will answer him right away and you will have the mail brought to Marmaing by Silvère. Anyway, I'm going to tell him my decision to give you the young Marquis Hector and invite them for next week. Concludes the Countess on her way to her writing desk.
When the Marmaing took Hector away, there was no customary orgy after dinner. None of them wanted to take the risk that the young Marquis would discover the turpitudes of his parents and the Rochefeuille before they had been prepared by Margot.
Nevertheless, we meet in the living room after dinner, after the young Marquis has retired to his room. Françoise de Marmaing confirmed the Countess' choice:
- My dear friend, I understand and share your reluctance not to do Hector's education yourself and I agree with your idea of giving this task to Margot. Your first chambermaid is a skillful rascal, ardent in bed and quick to open her ass to our men's lives. She will be a perfect preceptor.
- And I would like to point out that my little Hector should be made aware of the pleasures of buckwheat. In the absence of a donzelle's ass, a cute ass is perfectly suited to emptying the genitaries. Pierre de Marmaing added.
After that, everyone withdrew to their apartments, which did not prevent some quiet steps in the corridors.
Françoise de Marmaing went to meet the Countess Catherine in her apartments. Silvère and Aloïs accompanied him and they stayed with the two women.
Pierre de Marmaing was accompanied by Ninon. A year earlier, he had been impressed by the vice of Catherine de Rochefeuille's servant who had taken such good care of her director for four days before his marriage to Hortense. And if he had screwed it up over and over again, every time he visited his friends, he had never had the opportunity to enjoy his vice in private.
He was not disappointed because Ninon went wild once again. As soon as she arrived in the Marquis' room, she undressed quickly and took off her clothes. The Marquis threw her on the bed but Ninon freed herself from her hold and stood in the middle of the room under the Marquis' amazed eyes, she jerked off, jerked off, made herself enjoy her own caresses on her pussy and her pretty chest.
As soon as her pleasure fell, she joined the Marquis on the bed and sucked him skillfully. Her hand was sliding over the stinger and she was licking the tip of the stinger with the tip of her tongue. Sometimes she would take it in her mouth, driving the stake deep down her throat by rolling the desire-hardened genituses between her fingers. She made the pleasure of the Marquis Pierre rise gently, skillfully. She felt his palpitations in his hand, in his mouth. She wet her finger on her ass and without stopping sucking it, she stuck her middle finger up the Marquis' ass.
Pierre de Marmaing pushed a long rail, a slab of deer in heat when his burning seed, his molten sap rose along his stem and burst into Ninon's mouth.
- Does the Marquis want some wine? Ninon asked.
- Oh, yes, my naughty girl, and you'll have some too. replied the Marquis with a sigh of comfort.
Ninon filled two cups with silver and they toasted love and its pleasures.
While the Marquis enjoyed his nectar, Ninon, who had emptied his cup in one stroke, was busy restoring his life. She jerked him off a little, sucked him off so well that his stinger soon left the support of his belly to return to a more vertical direction.
Ninon rode the Marquis, guided her chibro to her rosette, which she had taken care to wet with her own wetness, and impaled herself on the Marquis' life. She started a dance made of up and down movements combined with a pendulum of her pelvis. Ninon was jerking off at the same time as the Marquis was sinking into her. She comes screaming, her head tilted back, her whole body taken by violent convulsions. Pierre de Marmaing grabbed the young maid at the hips to make sure she didn't slip away and he broke the foundation until he emptied himself into his thrilling ass.
- By the devil's horns, you drained my genitals, my gossip. Give me my purse that's right there on the table. For fucking me so well, you deserve a salary. The Marquis exclaimed.
- But sir, with all due respect, I'm not a bunch of people. I found my account and took great pleasure in being screwed by the gentleman. This applies to all gold coins. Ninon replied.
- Goddamn it, you're suddenly proud and fierce. Don't stand up like a reluctant filly. I didn't mean to offend you, my sweet naughty girl. But just to thank you for what you just did and especially to pay off the debt I have with you. The Marquis laughed.
- A debt! A debt! What debt? What debt?
- The one I contracted with you when you prepared my good Louis so well to become a father. He knocked up Hortense the very day of their wedding and it's all thanks to you. For that and the rest, here are two gold shields. Says the Marquis as he hands him the two pieces.
A little further on, Margot had entered the Count's room. He was sitting in an armchair and smoking tobacco in a long-pipe porcelain pipe.
- Come in, my good Margot. I'd like to have you around for a few moments. The Count said to him.
- The pleasure will be all mine, sir. What can I do to make you feel good? Asked Margot.
- Put down your herds and come here.
Margot undressed, keeping only her stockings and hat. The Count ordered him to sit on his lap and kissed him. He spoke a little, stroking her, asked her how she planned to educate her godchild. Margot answered her questions, held back her advice, opening her thighs to the hand of the Count who stroked her. Sometimes he handed her his pipe so that she could taste the tobacco that was being consumed. Sex Chat Live - Chat Live With Girls - Chat With Sexy Girl
The Count's caresses gently brought Margot to the brink of orgasm. She put her head on her master's shoulder and let out a series of small cries when the first waves of orgasm came from her belly. Hector de Rochefeuille caressed her more insistently. He led Margot to pleasure by applying circular caresses to her little pleasure button.
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He got up, carried Margot alanguie in his arms to his bed and took the con in doggy style. Margot didn't care if she got caught like that. Following the advice of the Marquise, she refused the entry of her cunt to all males but she made two exceptions. Silvère because the mutual feelings that united them now, deserved this gift and the Count because she knew that this destroyer knew how to take care not to knock up any of the servants of the castle.
Hector smashed Margot's asshole, stroked his breasts, hips, stomach and pussy with both his hands free because Margot was stabbing herself on her window. She felt her orgasm return and came back screaming, the Count's thumb deep up her ass.
Hector retired to shove his ass up his ass. He gave up his caresses to grab the first chambermaid's hips and fuck her deeply until he emptied himself into her entrails.
- You have to go to sleep, my good Margot. Tomorrow you have to take care of making my godchild the greatest of libertines. The Count said to him, slapping him on the butt.
- I would do my best, Sir, I would try to make the young Marquis Hector as skillful as his godfather. The Count gave me great pleasure. Good evening, sir. Says Margot as she puts her clothes back on.
As she walked past the door of the Countess' room, Margot heard groans of comfort, cries of pleasure, male rales in rut. Not resisting curiosity, she opened the door to see which skit was being played.
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The Marquise Françoise was lying on her side, her head on the Countess' thigh, licking the slit with gluttony. Greed is all the greater as the Marquise was fucked by the Count's two squires, Silvère on her ass and Aloïs on her ass. All these beautiful people expressed their pleasure with cries, moans, moans. If the hour had not been so late, if she had not been exhausted from being screwed by the Count, Margot would probably have joined her cries of pleasure to theirs. But she preferred to go to sleep alone and take a well-deserved rest.
The next morning, the Countess summoned the young Marquis to her room. In Margot's presence, she explained that she would introduce her to "a lot of beautiful and good things" in her own words. She told the young man that he had to be careful to listen to everything Margot would say to him as if she was speaking for herself. She asked what Margot had planned for that day.
Margot took the young Marquis to the stables so that Silvère could find him a horse. As they approached, Alois was leading a stallion to the stable. The chestnut, the smoking nostrils, sent ruins, tried to rearise despite Alois' firm grip.
Margot and young Hector followed Alois and his fiery horse inside. A mare neighed as soon as the stallion approached and Margot realized she was going to be bled.
- This is a great opportunity and a perfect example to start with. She thought.
The two squires, assisted by a groom, directed the chestnut tree towards the mare. The horse's life developed under his belly, became rigid like a sword. The size of the animal's member impressed Hector, who asked Margot:
- What's going on? What's going on? What disease is that horse suffering from?
- It's not a disease, my little man, or rather if it is. The disease of love and fornication. Margot replied, laughing at the ingenuity of the young Marquis.
- The disease of love? Young Hector repeated.
- Yes, that's right. You see that mare, she's in heat. You heard him neigh, call that handsome stallion to her. She wants him to fuck her up. And the stallion, if he's so angry, so bloody, it's because he wants to fuck the woman who calls him that. This is the disease of love.
- And for men and women, does this happen?
- Likewise. Margot replied, still amused by Hector's questions.
Meanwhile, Silvère, Aloïs and the valet had the stallion in position. The valet held the animal's vit firmly towards the mare's vagina. Silvère and Alois made him move forward.
The mare is still neighing. Young Hector worried:
- It hurts her to do so in this way.
- No, sir has nothing to fear for this beautiful mare. On the contrary, I think she neighs because it makes her happy.
- Very well. Says Hector, unconvinced.
After this lesson of things, Silvère took the young Marquis for a horse ride through the estate. He wanted to do this to assess his ability to drive a horse and then give him the one that would best suit his knowledge of riding.
At the end of that first day, the young Marquis asked to take a bath. Margot organized all this and took care of filling the vat room with water at the right temperature. She attended the ablutions of the young Hector and presented him with a linen sheet to dry himself. She rubbed him so hard and so well, perhaps insisting too much on his lower abdomen that the young man's sight swelled, stretched and his cap caught his eyes on the vault. Margot, pointing her index finger at that proud stick, exclaimed:
- Well, this is a very nice life. How proud and haughty the rascal is! But what are you doing here, sir....Because she had just noticed that Hector was signing himself and mumbling what must have looked like a Pater.
Hector, ashamed, explained that he had been having this kind of physical manifestation for some time and that even one morning he had found himself with his stomach covered in a gooey mood. He then spoke to his confessor who ordered him to read a passage from the Gospel on his knees on the slabs of the chapel and to sign himself and say 5 paters each time it happened again.
Margot laughed:
- That is a very curious way of getting that across. I know a much better way and if the Marquis is willing, I will teach him.
Without waiting for the answer, she grabbed the young man's hand, and guiding her with her hand intertwined with hers, she had him grab her life. Margot showed him how to caress himself, how to wet his fingers with saliva so that the contact with the décalotté glans is softer. She helped him jerk off until his seed sprang from his life two feet away.
Margot then asked him:
- Is it better than prayers?
- Oh, yes, Miss. I feel weak as an infant but I found it good and well.
- All right, the Marquis will have to do this every night after bedtime. I'll have him wear a handkerchief to collect his cum and check it every morning.
- All right, Miss Marguerite, I'll do as you ask.
For a good week, Margot brought the famous handkerchief every evening and checked every morning that it bore the revealing traces of the young Marquis' masturbation.
She entered the room of the young Marquis. That night, she didn't take the daily handkerchief with her.
- Good evening, Miss, don't you bring a handkerchief tonight? Hector was surprised to see her enter empty-handed.
- No, not tonight. Margot replied.
She helped the young Marquis undress and lie on his bed. But instead of folding the blankets over her body, she slipped her hands under her shirt.
- What the hell are you doing, miss? Asked Hector, he was surprised by this sudden change of program.
- If the gentleman will allow it, I will relieve him myself. Margot told him as she grabbed her already swollen life.
She jerked him off a little bit, gently then having rolled up her shirt her hand was shaking more and more quickly. The young man was not long in stiffening up and sending a nice amount of shit on his stomach that Margot hurried to lick and swallow. Hector said that this way was even more pleasant and waited every night for Margot to masturbate daily. She even made him taste his own sperm when he was surprised to see her swallow it with greed.
The day Margot took her life in her mouth, Hector was surprised once again but did not ask any questions. This beautiful servant made him discover almost every day a universe that he ignored and that enchanted him. And then it seemed to be the orders of Countess Catherine, his godfather's dear wife. Finally, Margot's warm and moist lips were much softer at her life than her teacher's hands and her tongue, which was much more agile than her fingers.
Once, however, he confided in his godfather. He asked him if he enjoyed his stay in Rochefeuille. Hector told him:
- Mr. Sponsor, I know that these are the orders your wife Catherine gave to her first chambermaid, but she teaches me some amazing practices.
- Amazing practices...Um...um...um...and which ones. replied the Count.
- She first taught me to caress my life, then she caressed it herself and now she sucks it every night for the last few days. I am surprised because that is not what the good fathers taught me, even though they taught me so much. I'm surprised a servant knows more than they do.
- I don't know anyone who says he knows everything about women's magic that isn't a lying fieffé. And the good fathers who educated you don't know anything about women because they never see them, AH, AH, AH, AH. Is what you learn with Margot convenient for you?
- Oh, yes, my sponsor. It's even very pleasant.
- That's the right time. Well, my boy, keep going! Margot certainly hasn't told you all about these mysteries yet. Be a studious student, you have my blessing.