I spent my first night back home at Norman Hall tortured by sinfully erotic dreams. This was no doubt the fault of my mother, Lady Beatrice, who had barely welcomed me back before taking me to her chambers to begin my hands-on instruction in the art of orally sodomizing the male penis.
When I'd risen that morning I'd been an acolyte nun, with no anticipation of ever leaving the convent. And though I remained a virgin at bedtime, that was beside the point. I'd all but renounced the Church, and was well on my way to becoming a common harlot.
This should have horrified me, and of course it did -- in a way. But that was not the whole truth, and the rest of the story involved fantasies that exceeded all previous imaginings.
The next day began, before the rising of that low winter sun, with the appearance of my new chambermaid, Gertrude. She was a bit older than me, and had been blessed by God with a supernatural plainness -- whereas at almost 19, I'd been cursed with the sin-tempting combination of pleasurable curves, full lips, clear skin, smouldering gray-green eyes and a long and shapely neck. Getrude offered few words, but stoked my hearth, filled my washbasin, laid out my clothes and toiletries, and departed with my chamberpot.
I was still washing before the basin when I heard the door to my private chambers open, and turned -- half-naked and afraid -- to spy Lady Beatrice, who waited for a familiar-looking woman and a man I'd never seen before to enter the room behind her.
"There, I told you she was a remarkable beauty, now didn't I?" Mother said, addressing the young man proudly. He was a tall, strapping bondsman, broad of shoulder, narrow of hip, with well-groomed hair and a dark, carefully trimmed beard.
I squealed something along the lines of "Mother!" as I tried, and failed, to conceal my breasts, bottom, and pubis.
"Magnifique!" the warrior exclaimed. He was clearly not just a soldier, but an aristocrat.
"Catherine, this is Belbouche, an officer in your father's household cavalry. Say hello, dear."
I gave up trying to cover myself by the basin, and instead ran to the bed, where I grabbed up a sheet and wrapped it around me.
"How can I say hello to a man when I am naked, Mother?"
"Just like that will be fine," she replied. "And this is Duchess Ilsa. You may remember her as your childhood playmate during your summers at Duke de Mayo's castle."
"Ilsa?" I asked.
"The same," she said, and kissed me on the cheek. "Be a dear, Catherine, and untie my dress at the back."
"What are you doing?" I asked her, instantly alarmed.
"Your next class in the skills required of a lady, dear," Mother interjected. "Do as she said and help unlace that bodice. This one's going to have to be quick. Your father will be riding out to the hunt in a few minutes, and Belbouche must be beside him."
"It's my job," he shrugged, then winked at me as he began trying to pull off one of his tall boots.
"No, no, Belbouche! On the bed!" Mother instructed, and he did as she commanded, sitting on the bed while I stood, nearly naked except for a sheet, unlacing the bodice of Ilsa's lovely dress. The soldier stuck out one boot, which Mother grasped and removed, and then another.
"Do you remember what I taught you last night? Your first fellatio techniques?"
I nodded, mortified.
"Good," she said, setting Belbouche's second boot on the floor. Ilsa shimmied out of her dress, which she laid neatly over the back of a chair.
"What else?" my old friend asked Mother.
"It's chilly in here, so just everything below the waist," she replied. Ilsa nodded her assent, stripped off her underskirts, and with her bare bum and pussy plain for all to see, bounced merrily onto my bed, smiling at Belbouche.
"Now it's your turn, good sir," Lady Beatrice said, and with no further prompting, Belbouche undid the belt holding up the front of his pants and let them drop to his ankles. An enormous, semi-erect phallus flopped free before him, and he looked up from it to my eyes and grinned.
"Blessed Virgin, Mother of God, be our protector in our..." I prayed.
"Oh none of that now, dear," Mother said, interrupting me. "Although your piety will come in very useful in the days to come."
"Why are they here, Mother?"
"Because they're going to demonstrate your next technique," she replied. "Sodomy."
"You get to watch Monsieur Belbouche fuck my pretty little arse," Ilsa said, her eyes and smile practically sparkling.
The next thing I recall was Belbouche helping me to sit up from the floor, while Mother, Ilsa and Gertrude fluttered around me.
"You fainted, dear," Mother said. "That's all. Are you alright?"
"Did she just say that he was going to ..."
"Yes, of course," Mother said. "Help her up."
The rest of the group put me back on my feet.
"Well look at you," Ilsa said, approvingly. I'd forgotten about my undressed condition, so there I stood, naked before the audience. "I don't think I've ever seen such lovely breasts."
"And the bum!" Belbouche exclaimed, his eyes wide and his hands, palms up, thrust forward in amazement. "Sacrebleu!"
This time it was Mother who intervened, quickly covering me with the bedsheet again.
"Gawking is rude," she reminded them. "Beside, I already told you she'd grown into an amazing beauty."
"I have never seen such a beauty before in my life!" Belbouche said, reverently, then dropped to one knee before me. "Mademoiselle, it would be the honor of my life to receive the pleasure of your virginity."
"You shall do no such thing!" Mother proclaimed. "Now go back to the bed and wait while I speak to my daughter."
Belbouche and Ilsa returned to my bed, and Gertrude disappeared from sight before Lady Beatrice spoke again.
"Catherine, my love, no man will take your virginity before your wedding night," she said gently. "I don't want you to worry about that. Promise me you won't worry."
"I promise," I said.
"Good," she said, patting my hands. "That's why Ilsa is here. To teach you how to take a good, hard assfucking and actually enjoy it."
And apparently that's when I fainted again.
