"And," he went on, "I said nothing about kneeling. The penis could be presented in many ways. It could be the duty of the young bride to present it -- offer it to you. Perhaps him kneeling on your oaken dining table before you eat your dinner. A fine young man kneeling naked on your table, the young bride, perhaps naked too, seeing and touching his penis for the first time. Formally erecting it for your enjoyment and offering the peeled head for your delectation and delight. Maybe you sip a cool white wine from a crystal goblet and then taste."
"Sounds more your fantasy than mine. And what of the girl? This is going to happen twelve times is it?"
"Perhaps you allow her a little suck after you have taken a few, but not allow her the ejaculation. Perhaps you dip his knob into your cool white wine and offer it to her dripping the liquid. She will neither have tasted wine nor cock before. Perhaps the girl goes under the table and orally pleasures you. Perhaps she has been practising with other girls in the village, so she knows exactly how to satisfy her countess. The 'droit de seigneuresse' extending not just to the young me. Why should it, why not bride and groom? Wouldn't that be good. Like you and Sasha."
"We didn't. We haven't."
"But I think you almost did. You said!"
Frederika frowned.
"You know," Justin mused, "when I first saw you from my balcony in this very restaurant, sitting at that table there by the water with a candle between you I wondered if you were lovers, but I never saw you touch. Not a touch to an arm, a caress or a hand on another hand. But I wondered and thought."
"Oh yes, of what?"
"Of course, I imagined you together in bed."
Frederika felt she should have been cross. Justin's talk of counts having first right over young virgins -- and seemingly meaning it -- was so inappropriate. He was so inappropriate really. Charming but inappropriate even if the age difference was discounted. And then there was his supposition Sasha and she had been an 'item.' Yet, might they have been had Sasha stayed and Justin's long penis not turned up? Frederika looked around as if cross and having gone all silent on him. What did the other diners imagine? That they were grandfather and granddaughter?
It had indeed been a very good day. More sightseeing, more interesting places visited and a lovely light lunch.
They were very much not grandfather and granddaughter when they got to Justin's room.
"I suppose you'd like to pretend to be the count."
"I don't mind at all pretending to be the nervous young groom summoned to the countess to provide his tribute. If you would rather?"
"Perhaps you look more the part of the aged count!" But the idea of the droite de signeuresse had got to her -- a bit. The young men of the village coming to her before bedding their bride for her to have use of them -- twelve times. Having them come to her naked, having the pleasure perhaps of making them rise, making them cum at her bidding. Perhaps her husband, the count, having the droit de seigneur as well, a shared right to newly-wed couples. Perhaps the final act being for the young couple to perform their first act of sexual intercourse, the sealing of the marriage, before them. Justin's ideas seemed, somehow, to get to her, even if they were varyingly inappropriate.
Her last day -- not even that. Her last morning -- and not even a full one. Frederika needed to catch the bus to the airport. But there was still time for one more -- in her mind the crude word -- fuck. It had been a fine last few days. The best of the holiday. Despite the age of her bed partner the sex had been good. Better had she found someone earlier in the holiday, best if she and Sasha had found someone -- each. What might it have been like back in her room, their room with the single beds, each of them with a lover and hearing but not seeing each other in the dark? Perhaps fine in the dark but in the morning? Frederika looked across at Justin sprawled in sleep atop the bed. Not a stitch on him and wearing nothing, his penis so 'there.' What might it have been like waking with Sasha and looking across at her and seeing her young man there on the bed with her, perhaps seeing her looking back. Four naked people, perhaps the men both asleep and erect.
She could imagine Sasha reaching and lifting her young man's penis and waggling it in her direction, perhaps drawing back the foreskin, showing off the cock she had 'got' to her friend, and she doing the same in turn. A 'look what I've got' from each. Sasha shrugging her shoulders at Frederika, in a way being back to them being two little girls on a sleep over, newly awoken and giggling about something: only now in a very adult way and without pyjamas or nighties. Perhaps even Sasha opening her thighs and showing just what her man had done the night before. So rude! But Sasha could be. Might she even motion for Frederika to nip across to her bed whilst she did the same to Sasha's and take a quick and naughty suck on the other girl's man's penis? Not really swopping partners but having a secret between them which the men did not know and thereby having something else to giggle about when back home. It would, of course, be public sex when the men awoke. Two couples at 'it' on adjacent beds. It would have been rather fun, really.
Justin and she had, indeed, played the count and the young bride the night before. They did not really have any suitable costumes -- certainly not a cloak -- but the sex had been good. It had been fun pretending to be a virgin again, pretending to be shocked by the count's equipment, mock struggling against the penetration but being 'taken' all the same. Should she pretend again that morning or, once again, lean upon the balcony enjoying an almost last view of the harbour and her holiday whilst Justin brought her to a final holiday orgasm from behind. She chose the latter when he awoke, and Justin was most obliging, and his penis slid for a remarkably long and pleasurable time as she looked out across the water.
They had breakfasted together after that, there on his balcony looking over the harbour. Fresh, fresh bread, melting yellow butter and local honey; a cafetière of dark roasted coffee; fresh fruit and not a suggestion of cornflakes or muesli. They had breakfasted naked, the scent and wetness of sex still upon them. Justin had leant back in his chair, raised his coffee to his lips and then started once more upon one of his, to Frederika, so questionable statements:
"There is something delicious about the idea of young girls helpless in the hands of authority, the all-powerful headmaster or administrator of the institution. Tears running down their pretty faces as they have to do as they are told..."
"Depraved, seriously depraved. You!"
"A delicious depravity."
"No -- awful depravity."
"You, though, young Frederika, are confusing fantasy with reality: the imagination with what could be. Fiction only." He smiled in his half amused, half winning way.
Frederika was both appalled and fascinated by the man, as she had been for the last few days of her holiday. She was sitting there, in his chair, eating his breakfast and with his semen inside her -- probably even leaking out onto the chair. It was not just his big penis that had fascinated her but the man himself. How could she really be attracted to a seventy-year-old man, even if he looked sixty? Sixty was bad enough. Yet she found she was, despite his seeming depravity. Perhaps that was it in part, his male sexuality, his very obvious need to rut, his thoughts running so inappropriately, right from that first idea of taking that young girl on his ninetieth birthday, perhaps with the assistance of a nurse. An almost medical procedure -- 'come, Mr Jeffreystone, you've got to do this with young Mandy. It's for your own good. Look how fresh and open she is. Now you must make this firmer, if you are to penetrate.' Then, again, there had been his idea of taking a whole family series, daughter, mother and grandmother sequentially, or his thoughts of droite de seigneur and an endless supply of fresh young virgins from the village. And now this -- young girls helpless in the male hands of authority.
"You should not think such things."
He was looking at her with an amused smile. Clearly her admonishment was having little effect.
"Do you think," Frederika said, "if the opportunity had presented itself, you would have tried to take Sasha as well as me to your bed?"
"As well or instead of? At the same time or different times? Perhaps we could all three be sitting here now at breakfast together, having all just risen from that bed over there."
"But only one of us would have your semen in us -- on our last day." Which would it have been? Would Justin have chosen to release in Sasha or herself after... and would he not have enjoyed that, playing with two naked girls in his bed, moving his long penis from first one vagina to the next and perhaps back again. Would it have been her? "Only, one of us," she mused out loud.
"Oh, I don't know." Justin J. Jeffreystone stood. A tall man, grey hair neatly combed, his face already shaved, his body not running to fat, wiry even as she had first considered him, grey hair to his chest but none around his penis, a rather strange affectation, perhaps to emphasise it. It needed no emphasising now. There rearing up, above the table was ten and a quarter inches of hard cock. Sasha and she had come on holiday for sex, well partly sex but also sun, sea, food, drink and relaxation but perhaps mostly the sex and had she not got it -- ten and a quarter inches of it?
She had not really expected him to be able to get it up again, there had not seemed time to do that all over again, but it had been a leisurely breakfast.
"Mmmm, that looks good. As good as breakfast, as good as the bread spread with butter and honey." Down upon Justin's plate, below his upstanding penis, there was still honey on his plate. To Frederika the thick, almost set honey had a bit of a look of semen about it, as if Justin had dripped or even come onto his plate. Perhaps it was his depravity, his so wrong ideas but Frederika reached for his knife and actually spread the honey from his plate onto his knob as he stood there.
She sat back in her chair and giggled. It did look like semen. Would she have done that with Sasha there; would Sasha then have reached and licked and sucked the sweet 'semen'; would they have licked together? Would their tongues have touched as they licked up the honeyed dome? Would Justin in turn have honeyed their nipples or perhaps even buttered them first.
