Countesse De Chaumbard
Copyright© 2023 by Arlibis
Chapter 2
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 2 - France, XVIII century, Ancient Regime, the time of gallantry, lust and unbridled sex. In those days, such pastoral sketches were in vogue. The book is a collection of such sketches from the life of the countess, her maids and other characters that live in the beautiful Shaumbard castle.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Drunk/Drugged Rape Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Hermaphrodite Shemale Historical Magic Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest BDSM FemaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism
Marie, the maid of the Countesse de Chaumbard, having finished daily chores, was already on her way to the servants’ room when she heard strange sounds. The sounds were coming from the Countess’s bedroom.
Marie sometimes peeped at the owners and saw how the old count, breathing heavily, fulfilled his conjugal duty. At that moment, the veins on his forehead were swollen from tension, he was all red and covered with perspiration. The Countess was lying under him, looking bored and distant, without making a sound. This disgusted the young maid, who did not yet know men.
“And that’s why people get married,” she said to herself. “What fools.”
But this time the sounds were different. The bed creaked plaintively, and this creak was echoed by squelching and muffled groans. Marie peered through the keyhole and blood rushed to her freckled face and her temples throbbed. The old count was fast asleep. The Countess, on the other hand, was kneeling on the bed, Chevalier Oliphant stood behind her and drove his huge penis into her bosom. The chevalier wore only a powdered wig. His beautiful black body was beaded with sweat and glistened in the moonlight. His instrument was huge. Marie, of course, never saw the male organs in full combat readiness, so she froze, enchanted by the spectacle. The Chevalier took out the member almost completely, and then with force drove it him into the countess. The Countess’ lush buttocks shook, the Countess herself buried her face in the pillow and moaned muffledly. Her skin was covered with pimples, when the member of the chevalier entered her to the end, she tucked her toes, and convulsively squeezed the pillow with her hands. The sight made Marie breathe heavily. She was thrown into the heat, into the cold. Something was pulsing in the lower abdomen, spreading waves of pleasure and a mixture of burning shame with fear through the body. Overwhelmed with feelings, Marie was already on the verge of fainting, but could not find the strength to tear herself away from the exciting spectacle. She heard someone’s footsteps in the corridor. The maid ran headlong towards servants’ room. She ran into the dark room where the rest of the servants were sleeping and leaned exhaustedly against the door, breathing heavily. Everybpdy in the room was snoring peacefully. Marie undressed, loosened her curly red hair and, skipping prayer for the night, slid under the scratchy blanket. But sleep did not come. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw before her eyes a naked and beautiful chevalier and his huge erect penis.
Something was still throbbing in the lower abdomen. Marie slid her palm in there, ran her hand through her thick pubic hair, and felt for her shell. She was wet and hot. Light touches only increased the pulsation. Marie, biting her lower lip, ran her finger into the warm depths. It glided easily, causing a sharp and pleasant sensation. Marie imagined the chevalier spreading her legs and penetrating into her with the tip of his huge weapon. This imaginary spectacle made Marie even inflame even more, the index finger was added to the middle one in her bosom. With the other hand, she caressed her cherished tubercle. Meanwhile, imagined the chevalier plunging completely into her with a sharp movement. She held her breath in surprise, and then penetrated herself with three fingers: the thumb was added to the index and middle. Marie’s hand moved faster and faster, meanwhile, in her fantasies, the chevalier also accelerated. His huge, shiny black serpent slithered back and forth through Marie’s damp cave, and when it reached the very depths, the chevalier’s scrotum lightly spanked the maid’s small, bouncy ass. Marie could no longer hold back, she was covered by a wave of pleasure, her temples were pounding, she seemed to have dissolved in burning pleasure. Marie forgot that she was not alone in the room and let out a long moan, thrashing in sweet convulsions.
A disheveled and frightened cook got up from the next bed.
“What happened, my child?”
“Nothing ... I just had a bad dream”, answered Marie breathing heavily.