5 comments/ 45552 views/ 16 favorites The Courtesan By: KimMarie West of France, 13th century... Martine wanted the usual morning ritual of lectures, dance practice, and boring lessons to start, but she knew it was not to happen today. Today was when she was to be informed of her duty. For many months she had gone through the same routine with about a dozen other girls. She looked around the ornately decorated room at the twittering young women and to a one they were lovely to look at and each possessed a body that any woman would be envious for, yet they were not all equal. Only Martine had been told she was being prepared for something special, a most honorable task. Martine still remembered the day not so long ago when an old woman arrived in her quiet village on the Loire. She had brought a retinue of servants and went from house to house in search of something in particular. When the woman arrived at Martine's house, the crone spotted her and went directly to her parents. She tried to eavesdrop on the conversation the woman was having with them, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. They kept glancing in her direction. The crone passed a pouch to Martine's Father and he said she was leaving for a better life. A day later the crone returned and she was told to get ready, but not to pack anything. She said her tearful goodbyes and the crone escorted the girl outside where she was whisked away and taken to a huge castle of Chinon miles away. She was quickly escorted through the bailey and on to the kitchens where she was scrubbed with pumice and hot water until she was pink. Her clothes were burned and she as provided all new ones. Up into the cloistered regions of the castle she went, never to venture outside unescorted. In fact she was guarded day and night and if any man got within feet of her he was sent away by the old crone. Her days consisted of learning courtly graces, dining etiquette, the court language of the upper classes, reading and writing lessons, and music. All horribly dull, but there were also gossiping with the girls, wonderful nourishing food, beautiful clothing to wear, body massages, long baths in perfumed oils and facial scrubs infused with herbs. She was instructed in the delicacies of lovemaking and techniques of giving pleasure to women, but never allowed to touch another person, only seeing female pictures in a book. As the months passed Martine grew into a stunning young woman of eighteen years, the roughness of the village girl completely gone now. The beauty treatments made her unblemished skin glow and her figure filled out into that of a shapely goddess. Everyone took notice of the comely young woman and most believed that Martine was by far the most beautiful of the maidens in the castle... and certainly fit for a royal companion. One day the old crone made her strip and watched with glee as the servants slipped a royal blue gown over Martine's head. The young woman's breasts were full and at the peak of ripeness. Her tummy was trim and flat while her hips flared slightly in sensual curves. The blue dress complimented her deep blue eyes while her blond hair fell around her oval face and lovely neck. A gold belt was wrapped around her waist and flowers were inserted into her hair. On each of her fingers was placed a gold ring; each held a different precious stone. The crone smiled in admiration, "It's time Martine. Come!" "Where am I going?" Martine asked. She led Martine down the great hall followed by a host of servant girls. It took many minutes to cross to the other side of the castle where they ascended a stone, curving stairway to a set of heavy, wooden double doors. It opened into a luxurious chamber with a huge four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. Opposite from the bed was a huge fireplace. Large windows were curved into the stone and the French countryside was visible below. "Now Martine," the crone said, "In a moment your new life will begin! You are to be the exclusive lover and companion to the Queen!" Martine's mouth fell open and she groaned to herself in disappointment. The only thing worse than having to pleasure some old man would be to sleep with an ugly, wrinkled old woman. "Surely you don't mean that?" Martine questioned. The crone explained, "The Queen's husband is away on the Crusade. The Queen rules in his stead and has needs that an absent husband cannot fulfill. She sleeps with her husband, but truly has only desires for women and only young and unspoiled women. She has chosen you especially Martine and you must please her every whim." Martine sighed and wondered why her life had dealt her such a blow... The double doors opened and everyone in the room came to a hush and waited expectantly for someone to enter the chamber. A servant girl walked in first and then for the second time Martine's mouth dropped open for into the room walked the most beautiful woman that Martine ever beheld. She was not old, but only in her thirties and had exotic features and silky dark hair. This woman was no hag! She was at the peak of her womanhood, majestic and passionate. Her linen draped around her body in such a way as to accent her curves and she carried herself regally. It was most obvious that the beautiful woman was the Queen and all present dipped low in a deep curtsy. She approached Martine and looked her up and down. She walked around the younger woman to get a full view of her new companion. "You have done well Antoinette." The Queen spoke in a sultry, mature voice. "Thank you my lady," the woman Martine knew as the crone replied. The Queen continued, "She is delightful and I am sure she can please me in every way. Now leave me." "Come! Come!" Antoinette gestured for the servants to leave. Martine was left alone in the chamber with the Queen. She remained still and silent, unsure of what to do. The Queen took the hand of her new young companion and led her through a narrow doorway discreetly hidden in the wall of her large chamber. In the small, but cozy room the Queen looked at her new companion. "This is your room Martine...but I expect you in my bed most nights...if not every night." She said this with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She strode over to a large wooden wardrobe and opened it to reveal a multitude of furs, dresses, shoes, hats in every color of the rainbow. Martine's eyes grew wide and she gasped at the sight. She hurried to look and ran her hand over the fine clothes. With her face breaking into a happy grin, she threw her arms around the Queen and hugged her, "They are so beautiful my lady!" The Queen smiled indulgently and unfastened Martine's arms from around her neck. Her face became serious and she looked direct into Martine's eyes. "I am Simone, the Queen of France and Countess of Anjou. Kneel in front of me darling!" Martine kneeled. "Now Martine, pledge to me your loyalty and fidelity and I shall grant you title and riches." "I Martine, pledge my love and loyalty and promise to serve you as my Queen." Martine closed her eyes and smiled as she caught a whiff of the woman's sweet perfume. She had been saved from poverty for some purpose, now she knew what it was. Facing the beautiful girl, Simone kissed her passionately on her neck and touched her warm breast with her fingers. She liked what she felt and bent down to taste the luscious round flesh bulging from the top of Martine's tight bodice. Her tongue skirted along the top of the young girls full bosom; this sent Martine into a whirl of pleasure. As she kissed Martine, Simone's hands began to untie the laces on her bodice. She tugged at them, pulling them loose and Martine breathed a sigh of relief as she was freed from the constricting garment. "Oh, thank you my Queen." she whispered gratefully as her breasts fell free. They quickly rose deliciously as Martine inhaled deeply and expanded her chest fully for the first time in hours. Simone smiled at the young girl before returning her soft lips to the breasts again and this time she had reign to explore their wonderful contours. Martine wrapped her arms around the Queen's neck, holding her close. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through Simone's dark hair. She let out a small cry as her nipple was sucked into the Queen's mouth. She felt faint and her knees grew weak as her body sagged, but the Queen wrapped her arm around Martine's waist steadying her. "Come to the bed, my sweet." Simone knew that tonight she would have to take charge. Even though Martine was trained in how to please a woman, the new sensations would be overwhelming for her. Martine sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at the lovely woman. Her hands reached out to the Queen's belly and she ran her hands along the blue material of Simone's dress until they reached the top. Simone sensed the girl's need. "Can you help me get this off?" Simone purred. Martine reached for the laces and Simone waited patiently while the girl fumbled with them. She seemed to do well with direction and Simone believed her young lover would be fantastic in bed once she acquired some experience and confidence. Martine pulled at the last lace tie and the dress fell into a heap at Simone's feet. Martine was astonished at the curves and magnificent figure of the Queen. Light from candle flame flickered upon her skin and Martine could see that the Queen's nipples were pink, erect and fully protruding from shapely breasts. Her belly was flat and trim before her hips flared slightly at her waist. And though it was too dark to distinguish clearly, Martine could make out the triangle of thick dark hair centered between the older woman's legs. Her womanly aroma arose from her center and wafted toward Martine. The musky fragrance ignited Martine's desire. Simone put her hands on Martine's shoulders and her voice was husky, "Lay back Martine." The girl obeyed and scooted over in the giant bed to make room for the Queen. Martine understood why the Queen needed a lover; she was a sexual and passionate woman with a beautiful body whom no man could satisfy adequately, much less the old king. Martine grew nervous and wondered if she would be able to please the Queen. Simone pulled the thick down blanket over them; it's warmth and the heat emanating from the cavernous fireplace plus the heat growing inside their bodies made the bedclothes and their bodies warm. Martine's legs and belly quivered in anticipation as the Queen snuggled close against her. She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. Then, she felt her body enveloped in the Queen's arms and she began to relax a bit. Simone's sweet kisses calmed and comforted her and Martine felt so loved and wanted. Her inhibitions started to fade away and she succumbed to the Queen's advances. Simone's lips traveled down Martine's chin, along her throat and up her neck to her ear, where she whispered, "I will take care of you Martine. Do you trust me?" Martine turned her head to look in the blue eyes of the Queen, "Oh yes, I trust you!" With that, Simone claimed Martine's body for herself. Her kisses became deeper and possessive and Martine allowed the Queen's hands to go where they willed. Simone felt her own need smoldering in her center, but for now it would have to wait since she wanted to concentrate on bringing pleasure to her virgin lover. She moved down Martine's body and maneuvered herself between Martine's legs. Kneeling, she reached forward and slid her hands under Martine's torso and in a quick motion, pulled Martine upwards until the girl was sitting upon her thighs. Martine wrapped her legs around Simone's waist as the Queen buried her face between Martine's breasts. Simone then lay back and pulled Martine on top of her letting the girl feel her body beneath her. Their breasts pressed and rubbed against each other; their nipples were hard little nubs poking into each other's round globes. Simone slipped one of her legs between Martine's and bent her knee slightly so that her thigh would rub against Martine's inner thighs and womanhood. Her hands stroked Martine's back until one hand moved downward to cup her firm ass, the other moved to the back of Martine's neck where she held the young girl's head and plunged her tongue deep into Martine's parted lips. Martine gasped and groaned as she accepted the thrusting tongue making love to her mouth. Simone then rolled over so she was now on top of Martine. The girl's skin had become hot and damp and Simone couldn't wait to get to Martine's womanhood. She kissed her way down Martine's body, taking extra time licking her taut, tasty nipples. Once again she found herself kneeling between Martine's legs. "Can you spread your legs wider for me darling?" Martine bent her knees and opened her legs for the Queen. She remembered watching the other girls during her training and sort of knew what was coming and she began trembling from sexual excitement. Her labia and clitoris throbbed as the Queen rubbed her thighs, growing ever closer to her center. After several long minutes of caressing, the Queen reached over to a small bedside table and picked up a candlestick. She held it close to Martine's center wanting a clear view of the virgin womanhood. The candlelight shone on Martine's silky hairs curled around her wet lips and her slit gaped open; her aroused clitoris peaking out from its hood. But what Simone really liked seeing was the drops of essence that were oozing from Martine's intimate passage and dribbling down her lips. She replaced the candlestick on the table and positioned herself to pleasure the ready and willing Martine. Simone started with long strokes of her tongue along the sensitive lips of the young girls pussy. She could taste Martine and wanted more, but she took her time; she didn't want to rush Martine's first time. She wanted it to be a night the girl would never forget. Martine began squirming and Simone stopped only to say, "Lie still darling." Martine tried to restrain herself, but she felt something powerful building inside her. The fire in her middle was spreading into her legs and up her belly into her already burning breasts. Simone's wet tongue was now on Martine's slit, sliding deep between her lips and running along the length of her folds. She stopped at the top to trace circles several times around the erect bulb with the tip of her tongue; finally taking the clitoris in her mouth. Martine screamed with pleasure and lifted her bottom off the bed. Simone sucked deeply trying to draw the essence from the girl below her before moving down to push her tongue fully into Martine's opening. She lapped at Martine's nectar, thrusting in and out of Martine's opening again and again. She felt Martine's vaginal walls tightly grasp her tongue. Martine moaned loudly. The girl was going to climax very soon and Simone had to hurry to finish what she intended to do. She withdrew her tongue and used her index finger to trace around Martine's entrance. The tip of her finger became covered in Martine's wetness and the Queen very gently slid her fingertip into Martine. Martine moaned louder and Simone stopped for a moment before continuing. She slowly slid her entire finger into the girl and let it sit inside Martine's walls for a moment while she grew accustomed to the penetration. Instead of thrusting, Simone caressed Martine's sensitive spot on the roof of her vagina. Simone put her mouth on Martine's clitoris, rolling the little bud around with her tongue. Martine began bucking her hips and Simone held on as best she could. The girl's body moved rhythmically with Simone's stroking; bouncing up and down. In a sudden burst, Martine's body stiffened and her hips remained suspended off the bed while an orgasm crashed through her. Simone rode with her through her first climax until the girl's loud moans were reduced to a soft whimper. Martine's body collapsed limply. Simone left her finger nestled inside Martine, but moved her body up beside the young woman. With her eyes still closed, Martine cooed softly and breathlessly, "Oh, my Queen, that was wonderful...it felt sooooooo good." "Would you like to feel it again darling?" "Yes! Yes!" Martine cried. Simone slid her arm under Martine's shoulders and remained lying beside her. She slid her finger out of Martine and stroked up and down Martine's womanhood a few times to keep her aroused. This time would be different and she didn't want to tell the girl that it would be uncomfortable at first. Martine was very wet which would be easier for her. Simone used two fingers this time and had them poised at Martine's slit. She kissed Martine on the mouth and took one of Martine's tender pink nipples into her own mouth. Martine was moaning and Simone next slid the two fingers inside the girl. This time, Martine moaned in pain, "My lady...that hurts!" she cried. "I know, my sweet. It's always like this the first time for a woman. But, you are fortunate to have another woman pleasure you; only a woman knows what it feels like and how to take care of you." Simone held Martine close and moved as gentle as she could. After several moments, Martine started to relax. The pain was fading and for the second time, she felt sexual arousal growing. It took longer for Martine to reach climax this time and she didn't thrust her hips. She lay still and allowed pleasure to wash over her body. When it was over, Martine felt very close to the Queen and a sense of emptiness came over her as Simone pulled her fingers out of her body. The Queen climbed out of bed, "Where are you going?" Martine asked almost frantically. The Queen chuckled, "No where my love." But, she disappeared behind a partition that was used for dressing and bathing. In a moment she climbed back into bed with a warm, wet cloth. "Open your legs again for me darling." She gently washed the drops of blood that had spilled from Martine's womanhood. The wet cloth felt good against Martine's sore vulva. "You're a woman now Martine, my woman, and no longer a virgin." "Will it be like this every time?" Martine wondered aloud. Simone put the washcloth on the bedside table. "The pain comes only the first time when your virgin womb has been penetrated. But, the pleasure will return - I will make sure your nights are filled with ecstasy - every time!" Martine rolled to face Simone and hugged her close as the Queen settled in beside her. She smelled the Queen's fragrance and her own scent mingling together. She buried her face in the Queen's hair. And Simone realized that already her young lover was fast asleep. She smiled to herself and prided herself on her excellent choice of lovers. Martine was sweet and delicious! Never had she been with a girl as beautiful as Martine. And though she had not been on the receiving end of pleasure, she knew that would soon come. With Martine in her arms, Simone followed her into the world of dreams. The Courtesan Ch. 02 West of France, 13th century... The Queen awakened to something soft on her face. The candles had burnt out and it was still dark in the room so she could not think for the moment what it was. Only a faint red glow in the huge stone fireplace indicated the vague shapes in the room high up in the castle of Chinon. Before her eyes could adjust to the dark, the presence of Martine's warm body lying beside her brought back the pleasant memories from the night before. She touched the curls on her cheek and felt the lovely pool of hair spilling across the pillow. She smiled and drifted between sleeping and waking. The ornately carved coffered ceiling, the outlines of heavy oak furniture and the shape of her giant four-poster bed slowly became visible. Stretching her nude body and careful not to disturb her bedmate, Simone, Countess of Anjou and Queen of France, glanced over her shoulder at dawn's glow coming through the green and gold stained glass in the window. Simone was comfortable and content as the heat of the young woman's body warmed them both as they lay under the thick duvet, but soon she would have to get up. She fondly remembered that just a few hours before she had shown Martine the beautiful pleasures that could occur between two women, such a wonderful time. She returned her keen mind to the present; it was time to awake. "Martine, my bud, we must wake now," said Simone softly into Martine's pretty little ear. Martine lifted her head up and smiled in the half-light, "I am sorry my lady, please forgive me for falling asleep in your bed. What you did for me last night was beautiful." She hesitated briefly, then lowered her eyes and said huskily, "Now I want to do the same for you." Simone looked down at Martine lovingly. The dawn's light slanting in from the window fell on her face highlighting the baby blue tint of her eyes and her long dark blond lashes. Her eyes sparkled in the light and then she smiled with a perfect row of even white teeth. Such a perfect creature Simone thought. She parted her lips and Martine rose up to receive the kiss. As Simone held the embrace she pressed her tongue slightly against Martine's lips and then she felt the young woman's tongue entwining in hers. The heat began rising in her body and the passion building. They kissed long and hard eagerly drinking in the emotion and the growing tender feelings between the two. Simone slowly pulled the cover away from Martine's body eager yet again to see it. She was amazed at the completely feminine, but athletic shape to the young woman. She was tall for her age, about five feet four inches and proportioned well with a long neck, well shaped rounded breasts with pink nipples, a small waist, pear shaped buttocks, and long legs. She had gentlewoman's hands, delicate and soft and was blessed with small feet. Simone had made love to women before, but most women of her era were not fond of exercise and tended to be flabby and soft to the touch, the way men liked their women at the time. Weaklings of the female variety disgusted Simone and she deemed them fit only for the likes of timid churchmen and lily-livered lords that hung around her domain like drone bees around a hive. She much preferred healthy women that could ride and hunt the same as she, not wilting when the sun became too hot or the wind too cold. One extra benefit of a fit young woman was the stamina Simone demanded when she took them to bed. Such a woman was Martine. Simone was sorely torn with herself; though lust for Martine held her mind, it was a fact she had important things to do today and could not tarry in bed. She rolled onto her back and smelled again the fragrances of the many scents coming from Martine's lush body, her perfume, her lilac watered hair, and the lusty smell of a young woman who had spent the night before making passionate love. She groaned knowing she could not let herself succumb to passion, sat up, and called for her ladies in waiting. "Lady Giselle, Lady Eva, Adele," shouted the Queen, "get my cloak, linen dress and riding boots, I have work today!" The women came into the chamber from where they had been busy in the foyer preparing the Queen for her day even before the first light. Lady Giselle, who was a little smarter than the others, had even brought the correct clothing. Martine was forgotten for the moment, the highborn ladies just giving her keen glances as they bustled about the room. Martine pulled the sheet about her and slipped into her private chamber next to the Queen's room. Simone called out to Martine before she closed the door, "Busy yourself this day darling, I will see you this evening in the Chapel just before Compline." The Queen was finally prepared for the day having breakfasted on barley porridge and figs. She walked at a brisk pace followed by Lady Giselle and Lady Eva across the great hall and out into the great staircase descending to the inner bailey. Simone turned, "Lady Eva, speak to the cook and see that she has started preparing dinner tomorrow to my instructions. As you know, my cousins from England are riding in from Tours and I want to make sure some of that disgusting food they like will be on the table." Lady Eva nodded, too shy to giggle at the Queens annoyance at her husband's family. Simone had to arrange things carefully including the seating. The Norman French side of her husband's family and her Spanish side would be at table tomorrow and tempers and old rivalries were likely to flare plus she also had the Bishop and his staff causing more problems. Seeing the Bailiff she made sure he had the stables swept of vermin and barracks floor packed with cedar shavings. She would have almost a dozen lords and a hundred men-at-arms and their horses inside the walls plus their camp followers, their whores, and their entertainers. The Norman royalty, or English as they liked to be called now were not much better than their men, for more than a hundred years of fighting the Welch and Saxons in England had done nothing to hone their courtly graces, or their personal habits. Some of them were even speaking that guttural English tongue. The Spanish and their overwhelming pride were another problem. They were almost too fastidious, prancing about her court in their foppish attire and begging for an insult. Preening peacocks Antoinette called them. "What a day!" she moaned to herself. She headed for the stable in the outer bailey. Simone mounted her roan stallion Caesar and cambered out the main gate. She rode astraddle like a man covering her legs with her long cloak. Sir Gilbert and Sir Rainald followed at a discreet distance for they knew she hated to be crowded. It was necessary to ride escorted even in this part of France because there were brigands about who were eager to take the purse of anyone, even a gentlewoman. Simone could probably ride down anyone attempting to stop her, but the two young noblemen insisted on keeping up with her. She rode fast and recklessly along the main road to the Abbey at Fontevrault. Dismounting, she entered the Chapel and prayed at the tombs of her Angevin relatives before going out the door of the west transcript. Her men rested their horses and waited for her outside. The man she sought was dressed in a black cloak and stood beside his horse at the enclosure gate. He heard her boots and then watched her approach and said as she neared, "Your Grace?" "Good day to you, Sir Thomas, how was your ride?" Thomas, the Count of Foix, replied, "Uneventful, Madame." "What have you found out about the plot the Bishop is hatching?" So there it was, the reason he needed to follow those men and perform a little thievery. Since summer's end he had been following two unknown men in the service of the Bishop of Arles. He traced them all this way until he had a chance to procure evidence and talk to the Queen. "I have a document meant for the Archbishop of Rouen. The men will deliver it to him at your castle tomorrow," he said, handing the rolled parchment to Simone. "I didn't open it." "Do they know this is missing?" she said. "No, but if they look closely at the fake one in their pouch they will know." "Can you restore these seals?" she said fingering the heavy red wax imprinted with the Bishop's signet ring. "I can, your Grace, as soon as I return to Poitiers and visit a man I know." "Very well," said Simone as she proceeded to break the seals, unroll the paper, and read. It worse than she thought! The two Bishops were planning to assassinate her, ally themselves with the Spanish, and start a rebellion to bring down her husbands rule. And her reign too of course. It was all to happen starting with the feast tomorrow night! She composed her face and as she handed it back, saying "Thank you Sir Thomas, please come to Chinon as quickly as possible when you're finished. Also, what do these men look like?" Sir Thomas described them and rode off. Simone was pensive as she rode back to the castle, her men unknowing of the plots against their Queen. She needed to keep this quiet until she could foil their plans and set a trap of her own. Who else may be involved? The sun was setting as Simone returned to the castle. She left Caesar to be fed and groomed and returned to her quarters. She sent for bread, cheese and wine. She ate in silence and then called for her bath. After hours of riding in the dusty countryside she was filthy and reading that document had done little to improve her mood. The warm water soothed her a little. Now dressed in a gown, Simone collected Martine and they went down for evening Chapel. They said their prayers and returned in silence to the Queen's chamber. Martine wondered what was bothering Simone. "Come here my pet," said Simone to her devoted lover, the beautiful Martine. She hugged her. Yet even in her embrace Simone's mind returned to the evils surrounding her. Shaking off the bad thoughts, Simone put her mind back in the purpose of at hand and kissed Martine on the cheek and hugged her again around the shoulders. Her arms curled around Martine's chest and she nuzzled her nose into her hair and pressed her hands under her top and onto the fully rounded globes of the young woman's breasts. Marine sighed and murmured, "I love you." then she looked into Simone's dark blue eyes. "I love you too darling," said Simone, but in truth Martine was only a plaything to Simone at the moment; something to indulge and pet. She had little inkling how much this would change in the next few days. Suddenly the tension of the day gave way to lust and passion; Simone bent over and unlaced Martine's dress, exposing her chest and suckled a breast. She took the nipple in her teeth and carefully bit down. Martine arched her back and moaned. Simone's hands passionately caressed the white mounds and roamed all over her chest and neck as she spread her kisses to Martine's neck and shoulders. Her own center was growing warm and she could feel herself getting wet as she released her passions onto this desirable creature. Marine was sighing and moaning herself and her eyes were fluttering. Suddenly Martine stiffened and broke free; looked up saying with a sober face "My Lady, I want to pleasure you, please let me! I want to make love to you my way." Simone, so used to taking charge realized she had to give way to others too. "I am sorry Martine, I was taken over by your beauty. I promise to behave myself and let you have your way." Simone smiled at the earnest look on Martine's face, but she straightened her face quickly, not wanting to laugh at the seriousness Martine made of the statement. Obediently she lay back on the white linen of the bed and released herself to her new young consort. This would be a new experience for her, being made love to without directing her lover's movements. She heard Martine shaking out of her dress, but she didn't look. Martine, not totally sure were to begin, just let her passions take over and she began by undressing the older woman, kissing her on her taunt belly. As Martine placed small kisses on her abdomen, Simone's muscles quivered in ticklish anticipation. Simone was not a young woman any longer, but she rode and hunted making her body, while not voluptuous by any means, a thing to be admired for its subtleness, strength, and proportion. Her shoulders were wide, her waist tight, her hips slim but womanly, and her legs long and muscled. She was not attractive, generally speaking, to men of her day because her face was too long, her height too tall, and her manner too direct. Also her slightly olive skin told of her Latin heritage, which was accented by her dark hair. Only her eyes, of deep blue, told of her Mother's influence on her looks. Martine loved the look of her Queen. She had never seen a woman like her before; even back in her village surrounded by strong farm girls there was no comparison. She admired Simone for her strength and for her ability to rule. She loved Simone for her kindness, her strong, but gentle nature, and lastly for her lean body. She wanted so much to please her Simone, her Queen. Martine's small fingers ranged over the torso and hips of her older lover and Simone kept her promise and did not take her into her arms as she longed to do. Simone longed for Martine to kiss her on the lips, but Martine did not do so and kept her attentions on her hips and belly. Soon Simone began to writhe and squirm and Martine's kisses and caresses neared her center, but did not touch it. The brief caresses and kisses moved down onto her thighs and all the way to her knees. Her calves tingled and jumped as she felt kisses on her shins and ankles! Without willing it she moved her legs apart hoping the tender touches would proceed up her leg and into her womanhood, but instead she felt kisses on her toes and then a tongue between her toes! "God, ohhhhh!" Simone let out between clenched teeth. This exquisite treatment was lighting a fire in her groin and torturing her at the same time! "Martine - Please, Please!" Simone cried as the kisses turned into nibbling of her toes and licks on the bottom of her feet! She began to kick as the sensations overpowered her will to stay still. Martine smiled and avoided Simone's shaking foot. Her training had mentioned the feet, but not much about what it would do to a woman. She was happy it worked! Martine put her hands on Simone's ankles and calmed her thrashing. Simone became still again, but a muscle quivered in her thigh revealing the truth, that not all was calm; a passion was suppressed for the moment, but eager to well out! Martine began licking the sides of Simone's legs. Almost instantly Simone's breathing rate increased and she threw out her arms. Her hands clasped the sheets and she jerked her legs wider almost hitting Martine as she spread herself open. Martine was inexperienced, but she knew signs of need in her lover. Her tongue traced a long trail up the hard muscle along the top of Simone's left thigh. The tip of her tongue came slowly across her lower belly and just stopped at the edge of her pubis. Simone's chest was heaving and her eyes remained closed, her expression as if in pain. Her dark pink nipples were hard as pebbles and stood out half an inch from her smallish breasts. Her abdomen rose and fell as she breathed, but her hips were also obviously undulating in anticipation of what Martine would hopefully do. Martine noticed Simone was quivering all over now; she needed release badly. With her tongue Martine traced the outline of Simone's mons, itself completely covered in a thick dark nest of curls. She smelled musky, but pleasant. The aroma somehow made Martine's own cravings start again with warm yearnings deep within her center. She leaned close and put her nose in the center of the nest and found the protruding outer lips of her lover's sweet chatte hidden with. She nuzzled the lips open and felt an instant wetness as the moisture inside covered the end of her nose. She changed the tilt of her head to probe with her tongue until she found those lips again and then she tasted the female nectar of Simone's womanhood! She had never experienced this before and the taste was totally different than she experienced when she touched herself and tasted it. It was more salty and slightly metallic than her own juices, but very erotic and sensual and much to her liking. As she licked more the taste changed to a different hue in her mind and she licked harder. She began a slow up and down stroke over the entire opening. Simone must have liked it because she was moaning again and putting her hands on Martine's head pushing her deeper inside. Martine remembered the pictures she saw in the books and searched with her tongue for the little bulb at the top of Simone's wide-open minou. There it was! It was bigger than she expected and it had its own little shaft that went back inside Simone's body! She flicked and teased the bulb with her tongue and then remembered she had fingers too. She pulled back her face and used one hand to spread Simone' chatte while she used two fingers on each side of the bulb's shaft to rub in tiny circles. Everything was wet now, her fingers, Simone's thatch of curls, and even the sheets below. She circled with her fingers harder and harder, and finally she bent down and put her tongue right into her hot pink opening as far as it would go! Simone jerked as if she had been poked with a needle! "Ummmmmmmm!" she moaned so loudly that Martine thought she was in pain. Martine pressed her tongue in further like she'd seen in those pictures on ancient Greek urns in the books. Simone was bucking her hips now and moaning even more loudly. They heard a knock at the door! "Are you all right my Lady?" a concerned voice said from outside the doors. "Go away!" Simone shouted loudly and the voice was not heard again Martine kept up her actions and let her hand go from its position on Simone's center to roam across her chest to find a waiting nipple on one of her firm small breasts. Martine squeezed the nip and twisted it in her fingers. She could feel the slippery sweat on Simone's chest and belly. Simone suddenly stiffened and screamed in a low guttural way! Martine knew the climax was upon her, crashing through her, rippling the muscles in her belly and making her back arch in pain and pleasure! It was hard, but Martine stayed with her, trying to keep her tongue inserted in her opening and her fingers on her clit. Finally Simone reached down and pushed Martine's face and hand away from her center. It was too much to take any more. Simone lay there, breathing hard, gradually slowing down, and finally her arm flopped to her side and she let the sweat dry on her skin. "My God Martine, where did you learn to do that?" said Simone after several minutes. "I have to tell the truth my Queen, it was not all from those books. I watched my brother in a hayloft dallying with a girl in the village." "He knew how to do that?'" Simone sounded unbelieving. Giggling, Martine said, "No, my Lady, the girl told him what to do." "Well, you're a fast learner. I'm not sure I could have done better myself." "I hope to get better my Queen with your teaching of me." "I have no doubt my darling," said Simone laughing, "but now I need to sleep for the big day tomorrow and you must go or I will never slumber." (To be continued)