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THE BARONESS
Quite a few years ago, when I was 15, my father decided I should learn =
French, after all my grandmother was Belgium, and he send me to stay =
with a family in France during the summer. The village was small, =
somewhere in the Landes, and the house, a big, old and rambling =
"chateaux", or country house, in the outskirts, had known better times, =
much better times. But for all its shabbiness and closed rooms, it had a =
quiet air of dignity, charm and mystery, and was surrounded by beautiful =
and untamed woods.
The house was inhabited by an old baron, quite mad, who spend all his =
time in the attic writing who knows what, and his wife, the baroness. =
The baroness was close to fifty, maybe more, tall, gaunt, attractive, =
and extremely charming. Even in the old gardening attire she liked to =
wear she was always surrounded by an aura of elegance and refinement.
I was given a small room in the upper floor of the house and left to =
roam on my own. During the day I would walk through the woods, go to the =
public pool and play with the boys and girls of the village. At night, =
armed with a flashlight, I would explore the house, going through the =
deserted and dilapidated rooms fascinated by the decay of time. A week =
had gone by when one night, from the window of an unused bedroom in the =
third floor, I discovered I could see into the baroness room. She was =
reading by the window in a dressing gown. Of course I decided to spy. A =
few minutes later she got up and went to bed. Just as she was taking off =
her dressing gown, against the background of the light in her night =
stand, I glimpsed her naked body through the flimsy material of her =
night gown. It was a brief second, but it was enough, I was hooked. From =
then on I just spied on the baroness. I could think of nothing but those =
large breasts I had seen. That night I went back to my bedroom and =
masturbated to wild fantasies about the baroness.
I woke up early in the morning with a raging erection and decided I had =
to watch the baroness, so I took care of my hard on , dressed quickly =
and went to my spying post to wait for the baroness to wake up. As she =
got up my hart thumped like crazy, but alas, without the background of =
her night light I could see nothing. She went to the bathroom, and I, a =
little dejected, decided to wait. Twenty minutes latter she reappeared =
wrapped in a towel, opened a closet and got her underwear. She unwrapped =
the towel and ... she was naked, gloriously naked, and I was going crazy =
with excitement. Her body was extremely slim and creamy white, but her =
breasts, just as I remembered them, where very large, with big dark =
nipples. Maybe slightly fallen, but who cared, it was the first naked =
body I had seen and those large breasts on her gaunt frame were =
tantalizing. While she put on her panties and bra, adjusting and =
tucking, I masturbated.
At breakfast I was uncommonly quiet and slightly flushed, and could not =
take my eyes from the baroness breasts. She asked if everything was =
fine, and I said so. During the day my thoughts kept wandering back to =
the baroness and twice, in the woods, had to relieve myself. In the =
afternoon I explored the house looking for a room with a view to the =
baroness bathroom. I found it next to my spying post. The view was not =
perfect, I could just see half the bathroom, by the sink. But on top of =
the sink there was a huge mirror which afforded a larger view. To =
enhance my spying I asked the old baron if he had some field glasses I =
could borrow, although I forgot to mention the sites I wanted to watch =
belonged to his wife.
That night, after the usual after dinner small chat, I was back in my =
spying post, armed with the field glasses. Shortly the baroness entered =
her room, and after some fussing around went to the bathroom. I quickly =
changed places and through the mirror above the sink I was able to see =
the baroness pulling up her skirt and bringing down her panties while =
sitting on the loo. It was extremely erotic, and I could just imagine =
the sound of pee gushing out of her. When she finished she got up and =
sat on the bidet, and although the skirt precluded any view, in my mind =
I could see her slender fingers cleaning her pussy.
Later she removed her clothes and naked washed her face and teeth. When =
she finished the reentered her room. I quickly switched places. By then =
she was seated in a vanity with a big mirror. She was completely naked =
and applying cream on her face. When she finished she got up, opened one =
of the multiple jars on the vanity, and started to put cream of her =
arms, legs, and stomach. It was very businesslike, but extremely =
arousing. The baroness sat back on the vanity, opened a different jar, =
and started to cream her breasts. Here she took her time, massaging each =
breast carefully, and, from time to time, pinching a nipple. Once she =
finished the baroness put on her nightgown and dressing gown and went to =
read by the window. I masturbated and went back to my room.
The ritual went on for a few days, until one night I saw she started =
massaging her breasts with two hands, and pinching her nipples real =
hard. Her hands started caressing the rest of her body, slowly going =
down her sides, massaging the inside of her thighs, and eventually =
reaching her secret opening. Then the baroness got up, and naked sat on =
her reading armchair by the window, putting a leg on each arm. She =
parted her labia, surrounded by dark bushy curls, exposing her =
delightful pink, and started to caress her pussy, looking for her clit. =
She took a finger to her mouth, licked it, and carefully inserted it in =
herself. She started going faster, and inserted another finger. She =
would move them in and out a few times, and then get them out a rub her =
clit. Again and again while her face contorted with pleasure. Just as I =
thought she was coming, the baroness got up an disappeared from my view. =
She immediately returned with a large ivory tusk from some animal (I =
later learned that it belonged to a hippopotamus) which I had seen while =
searching her room smelling her underwear (that alas was clean and =
smelled nothing of her). The baroness went to the vanity, and opening =
one on the many jars started to smear cream on the, over ten inch, tusk, =
stroking it as if a penis, up and down, and circling the head. The =
baroness went back to the armchair, and spreading her legs parted her =
labia and slowly inserted the tusk in her gleaming pussy.
The tusk was huge and the going difficult. The baroness would insert a =
couple inches, take it out an rub her clit. And back to the cave. Each =
time she would introduce a little more, sometimes while rubbing slowly =
her clit with the hand that parted her lips. In and out, maddenly slow. =
After an eternity the baroness had slid all of it in her pussy and =
started to push the tusk in and out rapidly while her other hand =
massaged furiously her clit. Her whole body was contorting, her eyes =
were closed and she was biting her lips. Suddenly her whole body went =
limp and she collapsed in the armchair.
>From my vantage place, exhausted after some serious masturbation, I =
could see the baroness slumped in the armchair, lazily rubbing a finger =
through her clit. She looked quite peaceful.
After 10 minutes the baroness got up and moved to the vanity, picked a =
jar and sat back in the armchair. She opened the jar, inserted two =
fingers and, again, started to anoint the tusk. This time the baroness =
took her time. When she finished and the tusk was glistening she left it =
on the floor. She then parted her legs on the side of the armchair, =
scooped more cream from the jar and started to rub it on her asshole.=20
Through the binoculars, well hidden in my spy post, I could not believe =
what I was seen: her asshole, tight and dark as a cherry, smeared with =
white cream, and the baroness rubbing it slowly and sinking half a =
knuckle in it. She scooped more cream and inserted the whole finger. In =
and out a few times, and then two fingers. The baroness put some more =
cream in her asshole, picked the tusk from the floor, and looked at it =
carefully. She then put the tusk to her hole and pushed. The endeavor =
looked futile, the tusk was huge, and her hole tiny and very tight. It =
would not go in. With her other hand she inserted a finger in her =
asshole, and the another. She took them out and tried again with the =
tusk, pushing real hard. This time it looked like an inch had gone in. =
She kept the tusk inside her and started to rub her pussy. After about a =
minute she took it out and tried again. Slowly, very slowly, she managed =
to get it all in while fingering her pussy.
For a while the baroness kept pumping the tusk in and out of her =
asshole, fingering her clit, and, I guess, moaning from pleasure. From =
time to time she would stop, remove completely the tusk, smeared with =
cream, and introduce it in her ass once again. The baroness asshole was =
no longer that cute, small and tight little opening, but a huge hole.
The baroness finally climaxed and slumped on the armchair with her eyes =
closed and a dreamy smile on her face. After a while she got up and went =
to the bathroom. I stayed where I was, unable to move, and masturbating =
like there was no tomorrow.
For the next twenty days I continued to spy on the baroness, and while I =
managed to see her nightly creaming up ritual quite often, I never saw =
her masturbate, or play with the tusk again. A few days before I left I =
accompanied the baroness to her room and casually remarked on the tusk. =
The baroness told me it was from a hippopotamus her grandfather had =
hunted in Africa at the turn on the century, and that it had magical =
properties. I can swear to that.
Since then, from time to time, I masturbate remembering the baroness =
large breasts, her big nipples, her curly pussy and specially her dark, =
tight asshole smeared with cream.
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This is a piece of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains =
graphic=20 sexual scenes, if you are a minor or are offended by such themes, please =
do not=20 read.
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THE BARONESS
Quite a few years ago, when I was 15, my father decided I should =
learn=20 French, after all my grandmother was Belgium, and he send me to stay =
with a=20 family in France during the summer. The village was small, somewhere in =
the=20 Landes, and the house, a big, old and rambling "chateaux", or =
country=20 house, in the outskirts, had known better times, much better times. But =
for all=20 its shabbiness and closed rooms, it had a quiet air of dignity, charm =
and=20 mystery, and was surrounded by beautiful and untamed woods.
The house was inhabited by an old baron, quite mad, who spend all his =
time in=20 the attic writing who knows what, and his wife, the baroness. The =
baroness was=20 close to fifty, maybe more, tall, gaunt, attractive, and extremely =
charming.=20 Even in the old gardening attire she liked to wear she was always =
surrounded by=20 an aura of elegance and refinement.
I was given a small room in the upper floor of the house and left to =
roam on=20 my own. During the day I would walk through the woods, go to the public =
pool and=20 play with the boys and girls of the village. At night, armed with a =
flashlight,=20 I would explore the house, going through the deserted and dilapidated =
rooms=20 fascinated by the decay of time. A week had gone by when one night, from =
the=20 window of an unused bedroom in the third floor, I discovered I could see =
into=20 the baroness room. She was reading by the window in a dressing gown. Of =
course I=20 decided to spy. A few minutes later she got up and went to bed. Just as =
she was=20 taking off her dressing gown, against the background of the light in her =
night=20 stand, I glimpsed her naked body through the flimsy material of her =
night gown.=20 It was a brief second, but it was enough, I was hooked. From then on I =
just=20 spied on the baroness. I could think of nothing but those large breasts =
I had=20 seen. That night I went back to my bedroom and masturbated to wild =
fantasies=20 about the baroness.
I woke up early in the morning with a raging erection and decided I =
had to=20 watch the baroness, so I took care of my hard on , dressed quickly and =
went to=20 my spying post to wait for the baroness to wake up. As she got up my =
hart=20 thumped like crazy, but alas, without the background of her night light =
I could=20 see nothing. She went to the bathroom, and I, a little dejected, decided =
to=20 wait. Twenty minutes latter she reappeared wrapped in a towel, opened a =
closet=20 and got her underwear. She unwrapped the towel and ... she was naked, =
gloriously=20 naked, and I was going crazy with excitement. Her body was extremely =
slim and=20 creamy white, but her breasts, just as I remembered them, where very =
large, with=20 big dark nipples. Maybe slightly fallen, but who cared, it was the first =
naked=20 body I had seen and those large breasts on her gaunt frame were =
tantalizing.=20 While she put on her panties and bra, adjusting and tucking, I =
masturbated.
At breakfast I was uncommonly quiet and slightly flushed, and could =
not take=20 my eyes from the baroness breasts. She asked if everything was fine, and =
I said=20 so. During the day my thoughts kept wandering back to the baroness and =
twice, in=20 the woods, had to relieve myself. In the afternoon I explored the house =
looking=20 for a room with a view to the baroness bathroom. I found it next to my =
spying=20 post. The view was not perfect, I could just see half the bathroom, by =
the sink.=20 But on top of the sink there was a huge mirror which afforded a larger =
view. To=20 enhance my spying I asked the old baron if he had some field glasses I =
could=20 borrow, although I forgot to mention the sites I wanted to watch =
belonged to his=20 wife.
That night, after the usual after dinner small chat, I was back in my =
spying=20 post, armed with the field glasses. Shortly the baroness entered her =
room, and=20 after some fussing around went to the bathroom. I quickly changed places =
and=20 through the mirror above the sink I was able to see the baroness pulling =
up her=20 skirt and bringing down her panties while sitting on the loo. It was =
extremely=20 erotic, and I could just imagine the sound of pee gushing out of her. =
When she=20 finished she got up and sat on the bidet, and although the skirt =
precluded any=20 view, in my mind I could see her slender fingers cleaning her pussy.
Later she removed her clothes and naked washed her face and teeth. =
When she=20 finished the reentered her room. I quickly switched places. By then she =
was=20 seated in a vanity with a big mirror. She was completely naked and =
applying=20 cream on her face. When she finished she got up, opened one of the =
multiple jars=20 on the vanity, and started to put cream of her arms, legs, and stomach. =
It was=20 very businesslike, but extremely arousing. The baroness sat back on the =
vanity,=20 opened a different jar, and started to cream her breasts. Here she took =
her=20 time, massaging each breast carefully, and, from time to time, pinching =
a=20 nipple. Once she finished the baroness put on her nightgown and dressing =
gown=20 and went to read by the window. I masturbated and went back to my =
room.
The ritual went on for a few days, until one night I saw she started=20 massaging her breasts with two hands, and pinching her nipples real =
hard. Her=20 hands started caressing the rest of her body, slowly going down her =
sides,=20 massaging the inside of her thighs, and eventually reaching her secret =
opening.=20 Then the baroness got up, and naked sat on her reading armchair by the =
window,=20 putting a leg on each arm. She parted her labia, surrounded by dark =
bushy curls,=20 exposing her delightful pink, and started to caress her pussy, looking =
for her=20 clit. She took a finger to her mouth, licked it, and carefully inserted =
it in=20 herself. She started going faster, and inserted another finger. She =
would move=20 them in and out a few times, and then get them out a rub her clit. Again =
and=20 again while her face contorted with pleasure. Just as I thought she was =
coming,=20 the baroness got up an disappeared from my view. She immediately =
returned with a=20 large ivory tusk from some animal (I later learned that it belonged to a =
hippopotamus) which I had seen while searching her room smelling her =
underwear=20 (that alas was clean and smelled nothing of her). The baroness went to =
the=20 vanity, and opening one on the many jars started to smear cream on the, =
over ten=20 inch, tusk, stroking it as if a penis, up and down, and circling the =
head. The=20 baroness went back to the armchair, and spreading her legs parted her =
labia and=20 slowly inserted the tusk in her gleaming pussy.
The tusk was huge and the going difficult. The baroness would insert =
a couple=20 inches, take it out an rub her clit. And back to the cave. Each time she =
would=20 introduce a little more, sometimes while rubbing slowly her clit with =
the hand=20 that parted her lips. In and out, maddenly slow. After an eternity the =
baroness=20 had slid all of it in her pussy and started to push the tusk in and out =
rapidly=20 while her other hand massaged furiously her clit. Her whole body was =
contorting,=20 her eyes were closed and she was biting her lips. Suddenly her whole =
body went=20 limp and she collapsed in the armchair.
From my vantage place, exhausted after some serious masturbation, I =
could see=20 the baroness slumped in the armchair, lazily rubbing a finger through =
her clit.=20 She looked quite peaceful.
After 10 minutes the baroness got up and moved to the vanity, picked =
a jar=20 and sat back in the armchair. She opened the jar, inserted two fingers =
and,=20 again, started to anoint the tusk. This time the baroness took her time. =
When=20 she finished and the tusk was glistening she left it on the floor. She =
then=20 parted her legs on the side of the armchair, scooped more cream from the =
jar and=20 started to rub it on her asshole.
Through the binoculars, well hidden in my spy post, I could not =
believe what=20 I was seen: her asshole, tight and dark as a cherry, smeared with white =
cream,=20 and the baroness rubbing it slowly and sinking half a knuckle in it. She =
scooped=20 more cream and inserted the whole finger. In and out a few times, and =
then two=20 fingers. The baroness put some more cream in her asshole, picked the =
tusk from=20 the floor, and looked at it carefully. She then put the tusk to her hole =
and=20 pushed. The endeavor looked futile, the tusk was huge, and her hole tiny =
and=20 very tight. It would not go in. With her other hand she inserted a =
finger in her=20 asshole, and the another. She took them out and tried again with the =
tusk,=20 pushing real hard. This time it looked like an inch had gone in. She =
kept the=20 tusk inside her and started to rub her pussy. After about a minute she =
took it=20 out and tried again. Slowly, very slowly, she managed to get it all in =
while=20 fingering her pussy.
For a while the baroness kept pumping the tusk in and out of her =
asshole,=20 fingering her clit, and, I guess, moaning from pleasure. From time to =
time she=20 would stop, remove completely the tusk, smeared with cream, and =
introduce it in=20 her ass once again. The baroness asshole was no longer that cute, small =
and=20 tight little opening, but a huge hole.
The baroness finally climaxed and slumped on the armchair with her =
eyes=20 closed and a dreamy smile on her face. After a while she got up and went =
to the=20 bathroom. I stayed where I was, unable to move, and masturbating like =
there was=20 no tomorrow.
For the next twenty days I continued to spy on the baroness, and =
while I=20 managed to see her nightly creaming up ritual quite often, I never saw =
her=20 masturbate, or play with the tusk again. A few days before I left I =
accompanied=20 the baroness to her room and casually remarked on the tusk. The baroness =
told me=20 it was from a hippopotamus her grandfather had hunted in Africa at the =
turn on=20 the century, and that it had magical properties. I can swear to =
that.
Since then, from time to time, I masturbate remembering the baroness =
large=20 breasts, her big nipples, her curly pussy and specially her dark, tight =
asshole=20 smeared with cream