5 comments/ 80311 views/ 17 favorites Sophie at Versailles By: Sonia_de_Beaumanoir Translator's note: The following manuscript, along with several others and a peculiar carved ivory implement, was discovered within a wall of the library of the chateau of Reignac during its renovation. Dearest Charlotte, I start this letter without knowing if you will ever see it. Should you, in the fullness of time, decide that the life at Versailles is your destiny then perhaps it will be my obligation to share this account with you. If you are reading this letter then that obligation has been fulfilled. Although the events and behaviors I recount herein may seem shameful or licentious, such are the exigencies of an existence which owes itself solely to one's position relative to the King. To understand the relationships that I, your mother, forged over her career at court, I shall lay out from the first the members of your family who play a role in my story. From the first the central character is my father, your grandfather, Robert Comte de Reignac. Born in 1630, he is the second son of a large family and was destined for the clergy. Being intelligent and energetic, he became a favorite of Cardinal Mazarin and also of Queen Anne during the regency which followed the death of Louis XIII. He became one of the tutors of the future king, and in fact one of Louis XIV's friends from childhood, although he was eight years older than Louis. The family of Reignac was never fortunate in raising its children to adulthood, and of the eight children born to my grandparents, only Robert and his youngest sister survived to adulthood. When his brother died of smallpox in 1648, Robert assumed the title and rights of Count. As such he was obligated to marry, and a favorable match was arranged with a young countess from Poitiers. This apparently was a love match, and the girl was soon pregnant with a son and heir. My half-brother Antoine de Courcay was born in 1649, but alas his mother was weakened from the delivery and died within a month. When Mazarin died and Louis XIV decreed that he would rule alone, my father became a trusted advisor and was sent as ambassador to the various German principalities. Antoine remained with him until 1662, at which time he became a royal page and returned to live in Versailles. Father continued to serve abroad as ambassador until in 1669 he returned to France with another child bride from the Palatinate, Melissande, my mother and your grandmother. My half-brother Antoine had made an advantageous marriage to the daughter of a tax farmer who had been recently ennobled by the King. Antoine's wife was of a religious inclination, but brought with her an impressive dowry. Within months of the Count's return, both his wife and his son's were pregnant. At this time Robert had a great falling out with his son, the reason for which became apparent to me only many years later. Father asked the King, and was granted leave to retire to his estate at Reignac, with his pregnant wife. There he has remained, with only occasional absences. I was born there, in fact on the same day that Henrietta, Duchess of Orleans and the King's sister, died. Neither did my poor mother survive her accouchement ; all that I have of her is a miniature portrait painted soon after her arrival at Versailles. If the portrait is accurate, I inherited from her not only my height and slight figure but also the blond hair and light eyes that are so contrary to the line of Reignac. Having lost both of his young wives to the birthing bed, Robert has never again married and has spent the years since in study and in managing his estates. My brother's daughter, Maria Theresa who was always known as Marie, was born two months earlier than I. A year later her mother retreated to a convent, and the young baby was sent to Reignac to be raised with me, since children were not to be seen at court. Marie and I grew up as sisters at Reignac, sharing a common upbringing until our time to appear at court arrived. Antoine never came to Reignac, and until many years later I never saw or knew this mysterious brother. Equally, Marie never saw her father while we were growing up, although he had an illustrious military career and we had news of him from time to time. When we asked father about him, he would merely grunt and avoid the entire subject. The last member of the family who plays a role in this history is Germaine, the youngest sister of the Comte. My aunt was born in 1650, and thus was a year younger than her nephew, Antoine. Germaine married the Comte de Nahon at sixteen, was a widow at eighteen, and later lived at court for some ten years as lady-in-waiting to the Palatine Princess. She then retired to the chateau of Vicq, several days ride from Reignac. My recollections of Reignac are of an ideal childhood. With a succession of nannies, we were fed and bathed. Father was a remote and august figure for us, although he took care that we were educated and learned to speak fluent German, as well as to read and write. Father possessed a large library, and we had freedom to browse and read whatever we chose. A succession of grooms ensured that I became a more than excellent horsewoman. Marie and I shared a large bedroom from the earliest days. When our bodies began to change and take on the shape of women, we found that these bodies could afford us pleasure. The small nubs of flesh between our legs, when touched in just the right way afforded a delicious sensation that eventually would leave us gasping and sweating when our orgasms were achieved, although initially we understood nothing of the reason why this should be so. Likewise the tender nipples of our budding breasts were a source of pleasure when caressed or licked. It was not long before we discovered that when the caresses were those of another that the pleasure was enhanced. So we soon slept together nearly every night, rubbing and licking each other until our secret places were slick with the internal fluids that joined to the sweat from our overheated flesh. Living in the country we were by no means ignorant of sex. The continual breeding of horses and other farm animals was a natural event for us. However, I do not recall that we made an intimate connection between the coarse coupling of animals and the pleasures we procured of each other. As the family of the Count, we were never exposed to the attentions of men, although there were many peasants who lived on the estates, as well as various grooms and other servants who lived within the precincts of Reignac itself. For several years we innocently pursued our nocturnal activities, of the type that those at court would term clitoriste . In retrospect, our relationship was innocent as being born of inexperience. Later we would come to understand the true meaning of homosexuality. When we had attained the age of sixteen, an age where many girls were already married or affianced, Father decreed that we should go to live with his sister at Vicq. As I recall, his words to us at the time were something like this: "My dear children, the way of the world demands that you should find suitable husbands among the nobility, and now that all of the nobility inhabits Versailles, that is where you must go yourselves. The King has ever been my friend, and I shall write to him begging his favor. The etiquette in that place is so exquisite that without training you would soon be lost. Therefore you will live for some time with Germaine, and be trained in the ways and traps of the court." It was with many tears and regrets that we left Reignac, the only home we had known, some weeks later for the trip to Vicq. Germaine had come to Reignac in order to accompany us; she was not unfamiliar to us as in past years she had visited Father on occasion, but in my memory those visits had never engendered any great intimacy among us. My aunt was at that time in her mid-thirties, very slim and elegant, with the light hazel eyes common to the family, long brown hair, and the determined air of someone who knows her business. On the current occasion she made a great effort to be kind to us, and during the three days of the journey we came to be comfortable in her presence. The chateau at Vicq is considerably smaller than Reignac, and was originally a hunting lodge. Having been enlarged in the last century, it offered five or six sleeping chambers and two salons. Marie and I were lodged together in a large bedchamber on the second floor of the building, at the opposite end from Germaine's. It did not take us more than two nights to re-accustom ourselves to the nocturnal activities that occupied us at Reignac; in other words we joined together in my bed with our shifts pulled above our waists and our hands stroking between the thighs of the other. Now it may have been the deafness of father, or his indifference, which had prevented our discovery previously. Here, our moans of pleasure, however muted we attempted them to be, could only reveal our actions to the sharp ears and sensibilities of Germaine. And so it was that, as we recovered ourselves from the soft pleasures of a mutual orgasm, my aunt appeared in our room wearing her sleeping shift and holding a lighted taper. "Come to my room when you have calmed yourselves, and we shall discuss this behavior," she demanded in a level voice, then departed leaving us in a state of confusion. You can imagine our fright at being discovered, and it was with trembling and bowed heads that we entered Germaine's room, which was well lit with candles. "Come sit on the bed," Germaine said as we entered. "There is no need to be ashamed for what you are doing, and for many of us it has been a normal part of life for many years." Her use of the word "us" was encouraging, and my fear of punishment faded away. "How long have you two been intimate in that manner?" she demanded. "For some months now, auntie," I replied. It had actually been nearly two years. "And you stimulate each other as well as yourself with your fingers?" She seemed to be asking me directly. "Yes." "And with your mouths and tongues?" "What do you mean?" "I mean do you lick between Marie's thighs, place your tongue deep into her secret place, and suck her nipples until they are rigid and pointing?" Marie, who had been silent to that point, could not restrain herself. "No! That sounds so nasty and wicked." She blushed and bowed her head to stare at her lap, twisting her hands together nervously. "Quite the contrary my dears! The pleasure you give and receive in such a manner is quite intense. The fact that you are already experienced in this manner makes my task easier, as I do not have to explain to you the pleasure that the body can give. Much of the life at Versailles is given to the pursuit of such pleasure, as well as the pleasures of eating, hunting, and gambling. Can I assume that both of you are still virgin?" To that point in my life, virginity had been a concept associated with the mother of Jesus, so I was somewhat unclear as to Germaine's question. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean, has a man's penis entered the passageway between your thighs." "No!" we both responded in a shocked tone. Although we had seen horses and cattle copulating, the concept had heretofore not transferred itself to ourselves. Germaine came over to where we were sitting on the end of her bed, and lightly pushed Marie onto her back. "Let me show you something, Sophie. And then it shall be Marie's turn." She raised the hem of Marie's shift so that her legs and belly were exposed. "Open your thighs for me," she commanded. Marie did so slowly, exposing her parts to our view. "You are very well made. Your husband and your lovers will surely have great pleasure from you." As Marie and I had always been intimate in a darkened room, this was the first time I had seen her sex clearly and at close quarters. The bottom of her belly was adorned with a small tuft of dark hair, and the fat outer lips were slightly parted showing the crinkled edges of the inner, now glistening with moisture. Germaine gently stroked the slit between these inner lips, teasing them open slightly, slowly circling the little hood of flesh at the topmost juncture. "You see how the clitoris, that center of sensation, is hiding under its hood. It is the goal of pleasure to tease it out from its hiding place." Her finger circled the around and around as Marie's nub became enlarged and stood out strongly. I was surprised at how large it was, at least in comparison with my own. Marie had begun to moan and writhe on the bed as Germaine's fingers explored her. Kneeling on the floor between Marie's legs, my aunt gently separated the inner lips, revealing the dark pink interior within. Bringing the candle close, she showed me the lacy tissue of flesh that blocked a deeper view into her depths. "That bit of flesh is the hymen, and during the first instance of intercourse the tissue must be rendered asunder. Some men find breaking the hymen of a virgin to be pleasurable, but it is often not so enjoyable to the woman." "How do they break it? With a knife?" My question was naïve. "Not at all! They force their penis against it until it splits. For some the tissue is weak and splits easily; for others it can be very painful. In any case there is bleeding and soreness afterwards, so that the first intercourse is rarely a pleasant experience." Having explained this, she lowered her head and began to lick all of Marie's exposed parts, circling the clitoris and forcing her tongue deep into her opening, all the while holding the lips open with her fingers. Under such ministrations it was not long before Marie clamped her things tight against Germaine's head as she cried out in ecstasy. Germaine lifted her head from Marie and brought her lips, glistening with excretions, to mine. The taste was both acrid and strangely exciting. "You see how the mouth can do the job of fingers, and yield the secret taste and savors of your partner." I could only nod in wonderment. "Now it is Marie's turn to look into you." She pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my shift; I spread my legs automatically. "I foresee that many men will desire you. The blond hairs of your sex are so fine that they are nearly invisible, so that you appear as a little girl. It is surprising that many men prefer to fuck a hairless slit, but that is the way of the world. So many men prefer this that some ladies at court are obliged to shave or pluck out their hairs to please their lovers." Germaine began to touch and stimulate me with her fingers, as she had done with Marie, and she demanded that Marie look into my depths and view my own hymen. Then as before, tongue and lips began to explore me, but this time it was Marie's mouth that soon brought be to a crashing orgasm, bedewing Marie's face with a plentiful effusion of liquid. "We have made a beginning, my dears," Germaine said when our passions had somewhat cooled. "Tomorrow we shall discuss this at greater length, and our true training shall begin as well. For now, return to your beds." You can imagine the discussions that Marie and I conducted when we had returned to our chamber. We did not renew our love games that evening, but anticipation of the morrow ensured that it was long before I fell asleep that night. Breakfast the next morning was a nervous affair, with Marie and I the only ones to appear in the salon at the usual time. We ate breakfast and drank our chocolate, and our conversation was restrained and whispered. As we finished, Germaine appeared and demanded that we follow her to the upper salon, just as we were in our light morning dresses. She herself wore the same sleeping shift as the night before, with a Chinese silk robe thrown over it. When we arrived in that room, she locked the door behind us and threw open all of the windows, allowing the rays of the spring sun to flood in. The room was large, with several canapés and chairs scattered about some small tables. On one of the tables lay an ornately carved box made of some exotic wood and fastened with brass latches. "I trust you both slept well," Germaine said, eliciting blushes from us. "Now, now, no need for false modesty here. It is a useful thing to be able to blush when you desire to do so, but when uncalled for it shows an inexperienced mind. This morning we shall continue the lessons so well-begun last night, and to do so I wish for you to remove all of your clothing. The light of day is so much more conducive to learning than a few candles." With those words, Germaine herself began to remove her own robes, so that in a moment she was nude before us. We hastened to obey, and soon all of us were in a state of nature. I found Germaine's body in its maturity very stimulating; she had never bourn children, and her breasts were still carried high on her chest, their dark brown nipples now hard and pointing. A light brown patch of hair at the point of her thighs revealed the slightest hint of the vaginal lips just below. I felt my own nipples harden as a mild breeze coming through the window blew across them. Germaine took up the box, unfastened the latches, and opened the lid, revealing an ivory object nestled into the satin lining of the box. When she removed the object, I could see that it was wand-like, about as long as my forearm, and elaborately carved all along its length. "This item is very old," Germaine said, stroking it lightly. "It comes from the East, and has been in my husband's family for many years. Examine it!" For the thicker end, it began with a carving like large acorn then narrowed down into a branch-like portion until terminating in a series of large "beads" that seemed to form a handle. I passed it to Marie, who also looked at it in wonder. "Do you know what it is?" Germaine asked smilingly. Neither of us had an answer. "In the parlance of today, it is called a 'godemiche'. The carving on one end is that of a man's penis. We women can use this to pleasure ourselves when a man is not available or desired. While the length of the carving is perhaps that of an average man, its thickness is considerably above average. As you will learn, this dimension is often the more important. Now I shall show you its utility." She sat down on one of the sedans so that her knees were bent and her feet rested on the edge of the seat. As she spread her knees apart, her sex was fully exposed to our view. The inner lips were already moist and her clitoris and tight brown bottom hole were clearly visible. My aunt stroked the sides of the god between the lips with one hand as she caressed her clitoris with the other; after several minutes she turned the end of the implement so that the carved head was at her opening and slowly pushed the shaft inside. "You see, my girls. My hymen is long gone, and nothing impedes the god from entering into my belly." Indeed, the implement was embedded just to the beginning of the carved handle. "When a man inserts his member inside you and begins to move it in and out, we call that 'fucking'. Or being fucked. At Versailles, fucking, gambling, and seeking the favor of the King are the only worthwhile amusements. When we do not have or desire a man, fucking ourselves in the best alternative." I found the sight of the godemiche embedded in Germaine's sex tremendously stimulating, and I felt my own sex moisten; my right hand dropped to touch myself, almost without volition. "Sophie, come over to me. I wish to be fucked, and I wish equally that it is you who fucks me. Take the god by the handle and push it in and out." I knelt on the floor between her legs and gingerly grasped the hand. My initial efforts were tentative, until Germaine took my hand and showed me the rhythm and length of stroke she desired. As I fucked the ivory shaft into her, she continued to rub her clitoris. Each outward stroke brought her inner lips outward, as if for a mouth greedy to retain its treasure. "Now lick my clitoris while you fuck me, as I showed you last night." I leaned forward to comply, and as my tongue touched her flesh her thighs clamped against my cheeks as her orgasm seems to shake her entire body. Sophie at Versailles As she recovered her composure, I sat back and glanced at Marie, who was seated on a chair vigorously working her hand between her spread thighs. Marie's actions and gasped moans soon announced that she too had achieved orgasm, as a red blush spread across her chest. Germaine sat up and removed the god from her belly, glancing at both Marie and me. "That was very pleasant, and I can see that you will be excellent students. Sophie has not yet had her pleasure this morning, and we shall need to attend to that. Now let us observe the carving." Germaine sat on a rug that covered the floor, and we sat around her. "The rounded end, which can resemble a plum or a small head is the point which spreads our openings and allows the rest to enter. The other end is attached to the man's belly, from which a small sac of flesh descends and contains the testicles, the source of life. Within the shaft and head is a tube leading to an opening, and when the man is sufficiently stimulated by stroking within us, he shoots his seed into our bellies. Afterwards the blood drains from the penis, and it becomes soft and slack, so that it withdraws from within us. It may then take some time for it to become hard again. A great skill for lovers is to delay the climax until both partners have satisfaction, and it is not always possible." She handed the god to me. "Place the tip within your mouth." I did so, finding it so large that I had to open my jaws quite wide. At the same time I tasted Germaine's fluid on it. "It is very possible to give a man pleasure in this way, letting him fuck your mouth rather than between your legs. Some men find this more pleasurable than real fucking, and they desire to spend their seed in your throat. The taste is not unpleasant, and such an act can be useful when fucking is not convenient." My aunt then rose and went to a small table against the wall, where a bottle of wine was to be found. She poured three glasses. We sipped the wine in silence for a time until Germaine spoke once more. "It is my intention today that you be rid of the bothersome hymens, so that you will experience the joy of fucking, and so that for your maiden passage with a man be pleasurable. Have you any objections?" Neither of us spoke immediately, which Germaine took as assent. Leading me to a nearby armchair facing the windows, she positioned me with the cheeks of my bottom at the front edge of seat and placed my legs over the arms, so that I was well spread apart and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. "Marie, come over and kiss Sophie's mouth, and do not neglect her nipples, which are very erect and demanding a mouth." As Marie moved to comply, Germaine applied her lips and tongue to my private parts, giving me much pleasure and causing my juices to flow copiously. Very soon I was gasping into Marie's mouth as our tongues intertwined. I felt myself grow close to a climax, but each time I neared the critical point Germaine seemed to sense my feeling and reduced her ministrations, so that I teetered near the brink but could not go over. It was thus that I barely noticed the ivory head of the god first enter between the folds of my inner lips and begin to spread apart the gateway to my depths. Germaine maintained a very slow and easy motion of the shaft, allowing my lubrication to ease its path into me, until at length I felt the pressure of the god against my hymen. Now Germaine recommenced to lick around my clitoris, and at the same time inserted a finger gently into my anus. Now there was no question of reaching my climax, and as it overtook me, Germaine thrust the shaft firmly and quickly through my maidenhead, so that the shaft seemed to rush deeply into me. There was a sharp pain, but it was washed away by the stronger sensations coursing through me. Then I collapsed back onto the chair, too weak to do anything else or to hold myself erect as I had been doing up to that point. After I was sufficiently recovered to look down and see the god immersed inside me up to the handle with Germaine smiling as she held it lightly in her hand I managed to smile back. Marie knelt down to get a closer look at the ivory rod protruding from me. Germaine slowly withdrew the instrument from me, showing a slight trace of blood along the length. "I shall not fuck you at this time, as there may be soreness for a day or two. I wish your first time to be a pleasant memory. Were I a man, I would probably be pumping away with no regard for your feelings, so you may be grateful at least for that. And as well we have further work to do." I did not fathom what further work was in store, but as I gingerly lowered my feet to the floor, I could not help exploring my opening with a finger. I felt no soreness, and my inner lips had closed over the opening as normal, almost denying how widely opened I had been only moments before. "As your aunt, I took on the responsibility for your defloration. Now it is Marie's turn, and as you are her aunt it falls to you to attend to her as I to you." "Oh, but no!" I exclaimed. "I could not do it as well as you. I don't want to hurt her." "You will not harm her, and as you love her you will do her a great favor." Marie came over to me saying, "I could wish it from no one but you. Don't be afraid." She assumed my position in the armchair, and handed me the god. The scene unfolded much as before, as I tried to emulate the actions my aunt had taken with me. When the time had come to insert the god into Marie, I found that she was so well lubricated that it slid easily into her until the head was stopped by her hymen. I gave a gently thrust to the god, but that elicited only a groan from Marie. "Gentleness is not what is required, Sophie," said Germaine. Some maidenheads are tougher than other, so a firm thrust is needed. We continued to stimulate Marie with tongues and fingers, and when Germaine nodded to me that the proper moment had arrived, I gave a great push on the ivory handle and felt it break through. Marie gave a little shriek and appeared to faint. After some moments she opened her eyes and smiled at us. I withdrew the god, and could not resist holding open her lips so that I could see the ragged remains of her hymen lining the dark pink of her inner passage. After another glass of wine, Germaine declared the lessons over for the day. As we left the salon, she gave the god in its case to me. "I make you a present of this, knowing you will always remember this day when you look at it. When your soreness has passed in a day or so, you may wish to practice upon yourselves. We shall make use of it again in the future. It did come to pass that we found many useful games to play with the god. One that we discovered ourselves was to insert it into one of our bellies, and for the other to mount and rub her sex against the protruding handle, causing extravagant sensations in both of us. Germaine also showed us how the god could penetrate our rears, a practice we found unpleasant at first but came to enjoy with time. "Just as men enjoy spending within our mouths, so they enjoy equally fucking our asses. A woman who is willing to submit to this practice will find it to her advantage. And there is no danger of conceiving from a man's sperm in the intestines." Germaine showed us a type of balm or salve that both lubricated the passage and also numbed the area; the recipe she gave us showed mint and glycerin among the ingredients, and she assured us that any good pharmacist at Versailles could formulate it for us. Her advice on Versailles could be summarized as follows: "Each year numerous 'country countesses' like you come to Versailles. You have several years to make your way, and if at the end of the term when your beauty fades you have neither made an advantageous marriage nor become the mistress of a great man, then your fate is to enter a convent or live as an old maid at Reignac. So you must fuck your way to success, as each year some newer and younger women will be your competition. Now you have some advantages, in that the Comte de Reignac is a great friend of the King, and his son is a rising man in the army. You must use these trumps as well as your bodies to advance yourselves." In the year we spent with Germaine, sexual proficiency was not the only topic on which we were drilled. To her credit, we became expert in the intrigues of the court, the etiquette demanded in all situations, how to dress ourselves and our hair. We were also coached in all of the gambling games then popular with the courtiers, and how to either win, or at least avoid losing large sums. A most important lesson dealt with accidental conception. A woman who bore a bastard could expect no benefits for her offspring, and the baby would almost certainly be given to the Church and placed in an orphanage. Children were never seen at Versailles, and even married nobles were required to keep their children in houses away from the palace. The sole exception would be if the father were the King, or a prince of the blood, in which case carrying a natural child would be the making of the woman. However, the King's official mistress was the beautiful Madame de Montespan, so the chances of becoming the King's new mistress were remote. Germaine gave us the names of certain reliable midwives who could relieve us of an unwanted pregnancy should the occasion and need arise. At the end of the year, Germaine announced that she and father had arranged positions for us at Court. I would become one of the ladies-in-waiting to Madame, the wife of the King's brother, and Marie would join the household of the Duchesse de Maine, a daughter of the King. My position with Madame was one which Germaine had occupied during her time at court, and so she was able to give me good advice in advance of my arrival at court. It seems that she had also briefed the Princess, as I deduced during my first interview. Madame, as she was known at court, had married the King's brother as part of a royal alliance with the Palatine states; she was also known as the Duchess of Orleans, Liselotte, and "The Palatine". My father had been part of the diplomatic mission which had arranged the details of her marriage, and Liselotte recalled him with affection. "An excellent German accent, as opposed to the ass-braying of the rest of them," she said recalling that time. "And your accent is good as well. It will be nice to speak normally from time to time. As to your duties, they are very light, mainly to stand around to watch us eat and to be available to play at cards when we need a fourth. I understand you ride as well?" "Yes, highness," I replied. "That is well. I like to ride to the hunt, and want you to come with me, that is, if you can keep up." Madame was a rather dumpy woman and of a pleasantly ugly appearance. At the time she was 36 years of age. I could not imagine that I would not be able to ride as well as she, but she was in truth an excellent horsewoman and fearless besides. In a month we became rather intimate, as she seemed to regard me a something of a daughter, and I soon earned the enmity of several others of her ladies, who were neither able to converse in German nor to ride to the hunt. Monsieur, her husband and the King's younger brother, was a merry pleasant individual whom I saw from time to time. The couple had three children, notwithstanding that he was a notorious homosexual and had a stable of male lovers around the court, the most notable of whom was Phillipe, the Chevalier de Lorraine. Madame detested the Chevalier, but was never able to pry her husband away from him. For this reason, she was reputed to have taken many women to her bed, among them the Dauphine. Germaine had intimated that she herself had shared Madame's bed in times past, and I would have felt obligated to do so as well had the requirement arisen. Liselotte took an interest in my advancement, and offered sage advice to me from time to time. She encouraged me to join the King's hunt whenever possible, and to be aggressive in my riding. The King loved to hunt and usually went several afternoons per week. He did not require anyone who did not love the chase to participate, so that the crowd of courtiers that surrounded him at the palace was considerably reduced in the field. In this way I attracted his notice on several occasions, and it was reported that he had asked who I was and made favorable comments about me. Someone else took a keen notice in me, and made it a point to ride with me during the hunts. Charles de Longeville was a young nobleman and heir to a small estate in Burgundy. He had been at court somewhat longer than I, and had a reputation as a seducer of women and one who made free with the willing maids at the inns in Versailles village. Since Monsieur and Madame were then in residence at St. Cloud, I had occasion to meet him only during the hunt. He was one of the most handsome men I had met, and his manners were impeccable. He tended to pay me extravagant compliments, and although I had every intention of resisting his charms I gradually fell under his spell. Liselotte's opinion, when I sought it in his regard, was that for a dalliance he would be appropriate, as a marriage prospect he should not be considered for reasons of financial prospects. As I became more infatuated, and indeed eager for an initial coitus, my body yearned to give itself to him while my mind urged caution. After some months, the court of Monsieur moved to Versailles for the summer, and I was allocated an apartment in the palace. Now this was no small thing, as the King personally decided who would live there and who, like Charles, would be forced to rent rooms in the village. Marie had been living all spring in the palace, and our communications had been via small notes passed by our maids. She intimated that she had become the close "friend" of a member of the court, but was coy as to whether she had yet been fucked by anyone. I was likewise coy about my relationship with Charles, preferring to let her guess the depth of my feelings. And even when we were living within the palace, I rarely saw her save at a distance, when we could wave at each other discreetly. During the summer my afternoons were generally free, and I took a fancy to strolling along the long basin within the park of Versailles. Although bordered by a pleasant footpath and plantings of trees, few members of the court cared to walk in nature, and most of the traffic in this area consisted of carriages or the occasional horseman. During my walks I often encountered Charles who "happened" to be taking the air on horseback. We fell into the habit of walking together, with him leading the horse by the reins. He was a practiced seducer, and I enjoyed the extravagant compliments he showered upon me. Feeling that the time had come to experience the true meaning of lovemaking, I eventually acceded to his suggestion to have a pique-nique in the park. I had just had my monthly flow, and knew that I was in a "safe" period. The idea of a pique-nique was a euphemism for an assignation, and the park of Versailles was well-known as a site for such meetings. So it was on a hot June afternoon that we met along the basin. Charles came as usual on horseback with a packed saddlebag. When we had arrived at a secluded copse he produced a fine cotton blanket on which he spread a bottle of wine from his estate (so he said), a large loaf of bread, several jars of paté, and two ripe peaches. I was hungry in more ways than one and made a good lunch while avoiding Charles' attempts to kiss me. Finally as I finished my peach with the juice running down my chin, I offered my lips to his. His kisses inflamed my dormant passions, and as he licked the sticky juice from around my mouth I let my hand lie lightly on his thigh as he sat close to me. He took this as a hint to place his hand on my right breast as our tongues danced within our joined mouths. From there it was a natural progression to mutual groping. I had taken care to wear loose clothing so that I had only a light slip under my dress, and his hand was soon within my bosom, pinching my nipples and bringing them erect under his ministrations. My hands soon found the buttons of his trousers, and freed his member from its constraint. His was the first penis I had ever touched and the first erect one I'd ever seen. Being eager to compare it to the carved example, I broke our kiss and bent down to inspect it before taking the head into my mouth. Charles seemed to be of average size, and the soft feel of the foreskin was something new and thrilling as I stroked it up and over the head, all the while bathing it with my tongue. Charles seemed surprised at my actions, but as I sucked him he raised the hem of my gown and placed his hand under the slip to explore my already-moist sex. We were both too impetuous to wait longer, and though he attempted to push me onto my back, I demurred and instead persuaded him to lie back on the blanket. For my part I straddled him, and holding his erect member in one hand and my dress and slip in the other, lowered myself onto him until the head of his penis lodged at the entrance to my sex. As I slowly lowered myself, pushing him deeper into me, I leaned forward to kiss him deeply. When our bellies were touching, I paused to savor the feeling of that first penetration. Charles seemed surprised looking into my eyes, but soon he was thrusting into me rhythmically; I controlled the pace by meeting each of his thrusts as I felt my orgasm build slowly. Charles pulled the loose neck of my gown over my breasts, so that they were exposed to the warm air, and as we fucked he massaged them and rubbed my erect, sensitive nipples with his palms. Now my climax was very near, and we pounded each other hard, each thrust of his penis into me seeming to bring it closer until at last I sensed the inner muscles of my passage contracting against his shaft. I could not resist letting out little high-pitched shrieks as I orgasmed, then collapsed on Charles' chest. He had not climaxed within me and quickly rolled me over so that he was on top, still embedded deeply inside my belly. Then he continued to fuck me rapidly until, within a half dozen strokes, he stopped with our bellies touching, and I knew he was ejecting his seed inside me. When we had recovered ourselves somewhat, he rolled away from me, and we adjusted our clothing to a more modest state. He propped himself onto one arm and looked at me quizzically. "I had believed you to be some shy convent girl with whom I would need to spend many hours in instruction in the sweet art, but here I find that it is I who am in need of instruction. Never have I been so well deceived in advance and astonished in the aftermath." I found this speech to be so charming that I replied honestly. "Monsieur, while your compliments are sweet, I say to you that it is I who was and am in need of a tutor, and in truth you are the first man to have congress with me. You may be disappointed not to have my maidenhead as a trophy, but know that no other can claim it in priority to you." "A pretty reply, my dear Sophie. It has never been my habit to boast of maidenheads, and you have given me greater pleasure today than any lady of my acquaintance. I trust that we shall always be the best of friends, and anything I can do to help you, you need but ask." "Another glass of wine would help me at this moment, my friend." After refreshing ourselves for some time, the spirits rose again in our bodies and we were eager to rejoin the combat. This time I lay on my back with my knees spread, while Charles above fucked me with long easy strokes. I let me hands roam over his chest, and even ventured to reach behind and feel his tight sac as it lay against my bottom. Feeling it tighten under my touch Charles increased his stroking as his climax neared. "Spend on my belly," I begged him, as I was anxious to see his engine spurting and to see his sperm on my skin. He obeyed my wishes and withdrew just as the first gouts sprang from the tip of his member, bedewing my sparse hairs with a quantity of viscous white fluid. I took a few drops onto a finger that I brought to my lips, tasting a man's semen for the first time. I found its taste not unpleasant, and as I had not had my pleasure completed, I stroked my engorged clitoris with fingers moistened in the male essence until shortly my body yielded to me its greatest pleasure. Sophie at Versailles "The way you take pleasure gives me an almost greater pleasure from watching you. I hope we shall have the opportunity to renew and expand this relationship in the next days," Charles said in a low voice as I recovered my breathing. "If you are a good and faithful friend, I see no impediment to that request," I replied coquettishly. And in fact I relished the idea of seeing him again at the soonest opportunity, as I was in the process of falling deeply in love with him, the first love of my life. That evening I composed a note to Marie admitting that maiden passage of love had taken place, and sent it by my maid to the distant part of the palace where she was lodged. A return note came with her congratulations, and her report that she had sampled the delights of fucking with two different men, that the men were the greatest of friends but that one had apparently found a new paramour so that she was now the mistress of the other. Neither she nor I mentioned the names of our lovers, as discretion seemed advisable when communicating via servants. She promised to reveal all when we were again face to face in private. Over the next weeks I met Charles as often as possible in the park. It would have been impossible to remain discreet were we to meet in my room, and although he pleaded for me to join him at the inn where he lodged, I insisted that our love and lovemaking remain a secret for us alone. Despite this caution, our names were soon joined by popular gossip, and Liselotte warned me that such gossip could be dangerous to my goal of finding a more suitable husband. During that first magical month I exercised all of the fantasies that had grown during the games with Marie and the ivory tool. From the first I was afraid of the sperm that could impregnate me and bring my disgrace, but at the same time I was enamored with that enchanted fluid, and I longed to play with it on my skin and in my mouth. So I encouraged Charles to spend his seed on my body and in my mouth, once he had exercised his tool in my body. It was with relief that my monthly flow commenced, putting a temporary end to our rendezvous. My relations with Charles were then disrupted by Monsieur returning to St. Cloud, meaning that I was obliged to leave Versailles with them. The first weeks back were quite dull away from Charles, and the boredom was broken only by the chance to ride to the hunt. While Liselotte and I enjoyed these days, her enjoyment was tempered by the presence of her great enemy and rival Phillipe de Lorraine, who joined the hunt on the days that Monsieur deigned to lead us. To me Phillipe had always been charming, but as a partisan of Liselotte I naturally felt him to be in the enemy camp. Although an open admitted homosexual, he was married and had several children. One afternoon, Liselotte called me into her private boudoir. "Have you remarked that the Chevalier has been paying you particular attentions?" she demanded. "No more than any gentleman of the court," was all I could say. "I have certainly remarked it myself, and for me the cause is clear. As you are tall and slender, and wear riding clothes that are rather boyish in style, I am sure he regards you as type of female Ganymede." "I shall certainly be on my guard to discourage any such attentions, your Highness." "By no means, my dear. It occurs to me that should he transfer his attentions to you, then his hold on my husband will be loosened." "You wish me to have a dalliance with him?" I asked in wonder. "Being the mistress of the Chevalier is not the worst goal for a young lady such as yourself, and you could count on my gratitude as well," she said meaningfully. I could do nothing but give me assent to encourage the Chevalier should be occasion arise. In fact, such an occasion occurred within a week when the next hunt in the forest of St. Germaine was announced. Monsieur was indisposed, and to my surprise the Chevalier suggested that I might join him after the hunt in a small repast which he would be hosting in a pavilion to be erected in the forest. I naturally assented, assuming that others of the hunt would be present. When I told Liselotte of the proposal, she took charge of my wardrobe for the day, giving me a tight jerkin of the finest leather that compressed my breasts and covered the spread of my hips, plus fine silk riding britches and hose. The hunt went off as planned, and although I found the new garments rather uncomfortable, I was able to ride close to Phillipe all morning. After we had killed a stag and numerous hares, he indicated an alley in the forest leading to his pavilion. It was not altogether surprising to find that we were the only two people present; his servants had prepared a magnificent dinner in a clearing, but none of them were be seen when we rode up. As we dined, I allowed myself to be plied liberally with wine, and soon became gay and carefree. The Chevalier paid me numerous extravagant compliments on my horsemanship, my beauty, and so forth, while for my part I flirted in an outrageous manner. After we had finished eating, he stood up and kissed me on the nape of the neck, Indicating a large fallen tree at the edge of the clearing, he asked if I would be so good as to stand before it. I had no objections, and as I faced it with my hands on the bark, he began to caress my shoulders and hips, while continuing to kiss my neck and ears. Before long his hands were pulling down my riding britches to expose my buttocks to the warm forest breezes. I felt my sex begin to moisten, and as I heard him loosen his own clothing I prepared to be fucked by the second man of my short career. He gently pushed my thighs further apart, and I felt his member touching between them, rubbing against my inner lips. His goal, however, was not my longing sex, but rather higher, and to my consternation I felt the head of his penis pushing against my bottom hole. I had long since been penetrated there by Marie using the god, but this time there was no assistance from the special salve, and as he pushed himself into me I felt real pain. It was also clear from this assault that his member was considerably larger than average, and perhaps even larger than the god; I groaned under the assault, but determined to withstand it, and in a few moments I felt his belly pressed against my buttocks. "You are brave to accept me thusly," he grunted, as he began to thrust himself in and out of my ravaged anus. Although in considerable discomfort, I also felt some pleasure, and allowed one hand to descend surreptitiously to my dripping sex, so that the motions of my hand on my lips and clitoris, in time with the rapid thrusting of his penis in my bottom eventually brought me to a strong climax at the same instant that he deposited his warm enema deep within my bowels. As he withdrew, I sank to my knees, and explored my bottom delicately with a finger. It seemed raw and open as I felt his seed dripping down my leg and over my probing finger. Without thinking, I licked his offering from my hand, tasting not only the Chevalier's semen but the musty taste of my ass as well. To my surprise the taste was not at all unpleasant. Turning toward my ravager, I found myself facing his waist and his, to my mind, enormous engine, slick with my fluids and traces of his copious emission. Boldly, I took the slack penis in my hand and washed the head with my mouth, although it was all I could do to get it wholly into my mouth. When I had finished, the Chevalier looked at me strangely. "That last was something unexpected; I could think you the most practiced harlot in France, or else the bravest novice. Which should I imagine?" "Whether I shall be a harlot is yet to be seen, monsieur. Yet I tell you that you are the first man to enter me in that way, and it was not as I had imagined it previously." He laughed and bent down to kiss my forehead. Then he bid me to stand, and taking his handkerchief gently wiped away the semen which was drying on my thighs. He was very gently when examining my anus, and declared that there would be no permanent damage. "When I proposed our meeting today, I had the intention to humiliate you and thus show my ascendance over your mistress. But you have given me a great pleasure today, and I believe you are not truly a tool of Liselotte. Therefore accept this gift from me, and we shall carry on this dalliance no further." He removed a ring from his finger and presented it to me, along with the magnificent lace from around his neck. As my bottom was too sore to ride back to St. Cloud, he offered me a seat with a soft pillow in his carriage, and we drove back with my horse tethered behind. I reported my adventure to Liselotte, excepting only the ring Phillipe had given me. "It was worth the effort," she decided, "although perhaps for you too much of a trial. I hope you do not suffer for my scheme." She then gave me a ring from her own hand, and as well admitted me to the right of the tabouret , meaning I could sit in her presence, a privilege that was sought after avidly among the courtiers and which caused much jealousy among my fellow ladies of Liselotte's court. I was not able to avail myself of this privilege for some days, and even at the card tables at night I needed a soft pillow to be comfortable. As I winced and shifted uncomfortably, Liselotte and I shared a secret smile while pretending that I had a case of piles. I sent the Chevalier's ring to a Jew in Versailles and received an unexpectedly large store of gold coins in return; the lace I incorporated into a new gown that I commissioned from my dressmaker, while Liselotte's ring I wear on my left hand even today. Thus I cannot complain of my adventure in the forest for the cost of a few days pain. I wrote to Marie describing everything that had happened. In return she sent a note, whose contents I try to reproduce here: Dearest Sophie, I congratulate you on yet another conquest. I have not as yet yielded my rear to Etienne, fearing the same discomfort that afflicts you. Yet our experiments at Vicq show that pleasure can be had in that way, in particular with the application of that balm which our dear aunt provided. Your privilege of the tabouret is greatly to be envied, as I find the necessity to stand in the presence of my duchess three or four hours without intermission to be more than I can tolerate some days. It is rumored that the King will hold a great fete in the park in several weeks time, so that we should have a chance to meet in the flesh after so long a separation. Marie This was the first time she had referred to her lover by name, but since Etienne is so common I had little chance of guessing who it might be. Marie's rumor proved to be fact, and the King announced a great celebration in the park of Versailles at the end of August to celebrate the marriage of his grandson. All during the early afternoon I was kept busy in attendance on Monsieur and Madame, and it was not until late that I was released from my duties. I had seen Marie at a distance earlier and wandered in that direction hoping to meet her. When I found her seated next to one of the fountains, she was not alone. Two gentlemen attended her, and one of them was Charles. On seeing me approach all three arose. Marie and I embraced, and then each of the gentlemen kissed my gloved hand as I curtsied in return. Charles introduced the other man as "My oldest and dearest friend, Etienne de la Vailledaire." I immediately surmised that this Etienne was Marie's lover, but I also recalled her earlier admission of having been the mistress of two friends, and so my suddenly jealous mind turned to Charles as her erstwhile lover. Hiding my discomfiture I made typical small talk with the others as I wondered how I would get Marie alone. The chance was to come soon. "Sophie, Etienne and I wish to invite you and Charles to sup with us tonight at his house, and if you are not otherwise needed by the Princess we could stop overnight as well." She winked at me in a telling manner. "The location is within two leagues and Etienne's carriage can take us there as soon as we wish." Charles and I had not been together for two weeks, so the opportunity was not to be missed. "I am free for the next two days, as Monsieur and Madame go with the King to Marly. Allow me to prepare a valise and I shall be ready within an hour." "You need not prepare too many garments," she laughed. "I intend to wear as few clothes as possible." As we walked back towards the palace, I asked her about Etienne. "He has been in the army since the age of seventeen. Now he is twenty-five and commands his regiment in the west. He has been wounded in several battles; you should see the scars on his body. And of course there's his hand." "His hand? What about it?" "You didn't notice that his left hand is gone. Of course he has an artificial one, beautifully made. Unless you touch it you would never know. He has several versions according to his mood. They attach to an armature on his wrist. You will really appreciate one of them," she said with a charming laugh. I would have to find out later about appreciation of a hand, as we had arrived at the palace where we parted ways. The drive to the Etienne's country house was subdued, as his coachman, valet, and postillions were in earshot, so our conversations were of the commonplace type. Etienne demonstrated his artificial hand for my benefit. The one he was then carrying was beautifully made, and very natural. He mentioned that he had over a dozen different ones, depending on the intended activity. We arrived as the sun was setting. The house seemed to be an ancient relais de chasse that had been modified into a country residence with the addition of a newer wing, forming an el with the original core of the building. A dinner was quickly prepared and consumed, and by eight in the evening Charles and I were alone in our bedchamber, which was elegantly furnished and well supplied with fine wax candles. As we undressed, I made the comment that this would be the first time we would be naked together, as each of our couplings in the park of Versailles had been cautious affairs where we had retained a majority of our clothing in case of discovery. "I had not considered that fact," Charles said when we were as Adam and Eve in the garden. "But I find that each morsel of flesh that you show me makes your beauty even more apparent." "A pretty speech, my friend", I said as pivoted for him, my arms lifted over my head. For my part, this was the first time I had seen him without the powdered wig that was the mandatory costume for all courtiers. He had cut his hair to a dark stubble in order to make the wig fit well, so his appearance had a strange aspect as he took me in his arms. That night our passion seemed inexhaustible; Charles spent his seed three times, twice between my legs and a final time in my mouth, and I seemed to experience an almost continual state of orgasm. Our excitement was enhanced and incited by the sounds coming from the adjoining bedchamber, where an excited Marie provided a continuous stream of screams and moans as she and Etienne engaged in the same games. It was after midnight according to the cartel over the mantelpiece before our lust was slaked, and I fell into a dreamless sleep. The sun streaming into the open window was high when I awoke next to a snoring Charles. Donning my shift, I found the privy chair behind a screen at the end of the hall, and upon finishing I found Marie, also in a thin shift, waiting for me. "The men are both sound asleep, so here's our chance for a long chat. Let's walk in the garden," she said smilingly. "I believe they are well worn out. I could hear you and Etienne going at it all night." "And we could hear you. It was planned that way, you must have known. The sound of another's ecstasy heightens ones own fucking. Almost as much as the sight." "You mean, watching?" "Of course." "Have you done so?" I asked in amazement. She led me into the garden. It was already very hot, so we headed for a treed area that promised to be shaded. There we found a marble table and benches near to a pool of clear water that was apparently fed by a spring. "My dear Sophie, I believe you still have the most romantic notions of love. If we take pleasure from men, must we love them as well? I do not believe so, and if a man takes my fancy then I see no reason not to use him to my advantage. I believe you are the only person I truly love." "Don't you love Etienne?" I asked in amazement. "When I am with him, then perhaps I do in some way, but not in the same sense that you seem to mean. When he is absent another will do." "You wrote me sometime in the past that you had been fucked by two friends. Must I believe that they were Etienne and Charles?" "There is no need to be jealous. I have not lain with him since he started his pursuit of you. The truth is that I met him before Etienne, who was still with the army when we arrived at court. It was only later that Etienne returned to Versailles, and Charles is very good about sharing." "Charles was your first, then?" "Is that not another fact that seems to bind us together?" She kissed me gently. "Now that all is clear between us, let us bathe in the pool there, as the water is cool and it grows hot." We waded into the pool, the water level of which came up to the middle of my thighs. I held the hem of my shift with one hand, while Marie plunged in directly, so that all but her head was underwater. "You amuse me, standing there like that. Come immerse yourself." I advanced gingerly as the water seemed quite cold on my skin, raising small bumps all over my legs. Marie laughed again and tripped me, so that I splashed down, completely drenching myself so that my hair lay on my shoulders in lank strings. I sat on the smooth stone bottom beside Marie, sputtering and laughing. Once submerged the water felt cool and refreshing. "You see, you must always follow my example in all things," Marie said to me, touching my breast with one hand and trying to kiss me on the mouth. "A beautiful tableau, although perhaps a touch Sapphic." It was Charles who spoke these words, and as I disengaged from Marie's embrace I saw Etienne and him standing by the bank. They were dressed only in loose linen shorts, so that I could see Etienne in a state of undress for the first time. Like Charles his sandy hair was cropped close to the skull, and his muscular chest and stomach were marred with several ugly scars. His left arm bore the armature with a strangely formed hand seeming molded in black wood. As I started to stand I realized that my wet shift, molded to my form, was as good as transparent, and I quickly submerged myself in the water again. Marie laughed at my discomfiture. She stood up and threw her shift over her head, rendering her entirely bare to our view. "I have been naked with all three of you, so I feel no need for modesty here." Charles dropped his garment as well and plunged into the pool to sit between Marie and me. Etienne looked at me smiling, and said, "With your permission, mademoiselle?" It seemed impossible for me to do other than nod, and soon a naked Etienne joined us in the water. Charles turned to me. "Now that the three of us are in a state of nature, is it fair that only you retain a garment?" He stood and gave me his hand, so that I stood and allowed him to pull the shift over my blushing head. "Sophie, your body is so beautiful that it is a shame to ever conceal any part of it. It is regrettable that court practice obliges us to cover ourselves. For my part I would prefer to remain here in the country as we are." This was a pretty speech by Etienne, and I replied to it with a curtsey before settling again into the depths of the pool. Despite my slight discomfiture, I had not failed to notice Etienne's member. Nestled in its nest of reddish blonde hair it seemed considerably larger than Charles'.