Guy de Maupassant - The Colonel's Nieces

Before he left Michael asked, “Darling, where are we?”

“At my home.”

“Your home? I thought you lived on the boulevard St. Michel?”

“Officially, yes. This is my Buen Retiro, my little love nest.”

“Little! Is this the place where this Polish Count of yours…”

“Michael, dear… your jealousy is showing. No, it is not!”

“How do you explain that this whole place is designed to receive a lover?”

Julia knew that Michael would form his own opinions unless she told him the truth. She spared him a few lurid details-and also forgot to mention the Count de Paliseul-but she did tell about the terrible loneliness that she and her sister had felt after both had become widows as such a young age. She told him about her incestuous affair with her sister, and how Dorothy, her trusted chambermaid, had joined in the lovemaking. Then she told him about Dorothy's plan to buy this home, and the intrigue with the sphinx.

“You are two terribly perverted sisters.”

“I think, my dear, that in the past few days you have gathered enough proof that you are wrong. At least, as far as I am concerned. I prefer the real thing infinitely above all these artificial means.”

“You are right. I was only kidding, because I see absolutely no crime in a method of preference. It's about the same with people who prefer champagne over burgundy. Both are very heady, but the taste is different. But I am glad you have told me, and I promise that you can count on my complete discretion.”

“I don't doubt that for a minute, Mister Lompret, and I would call it an honor, if you, kind Sir, would show up at my next reception. I will be glad to serve you personally.”

“And I, dear Lady, am equally as honored to accept your kind invitation.”

* * *

No one was more curious that afternoon of Donna de Corriero's reception than her sister, Florentine Vaudrez. She almost burst with curiosity, nearly jumping up from her seat when the servant announced Michael Lompret.

She saw a man of the world, extremely good looking, who greeted the lady of the house with mannered, formal politeness. Even Florentine, who knew all the details of their love bouts, would never have guessed that Michael Lompret and her sister knew each other intimately.

After he had left, the two sisters looked at each other.

“A well brought up young man, your Michelangelo,” Florentine said, slightly spiteful, adding hastily as Julia's eyes flared up, “Who knows? Maybe fate works better than our hideout on the Rue Charles V.”

“I think it does, though our love nest is a brilliant invention.”

“Isn't it, ladies?” Dorothy was eager for praise. “Neither one of you has been bored since we started this.” And she emphasized the word “we.”

“You are positively right, my dearest girl,” Julia said, glad that Dorothy did not seem to be angered, “and since you have helped your mistress above and beyond the call of duty, I bequeath to you the complete wardrobe of Madame Pomegranate Flower, who just last week, had to return to her social duties in far-away Andalusia.”

A few months were to go by before Michael finally could join his beloved at the castle of La Bidouze. It was obvious that Julia planned to spend a lot of time with him, and the remainder would be given to Claire, because Julia did not want the little girl to be alone with Pedro. And as far as Pedro was concerned, though he needed punishment more than ever, he did not get any. The boy missed his regular sessions in Julia's boudoir, and tried everything he could think of to get the so hotly desired punishment. Julia, on the other hand, did not dare to leave punishments up to the gardener, as she had threatened, because she was afraid that the boy might take revenge and talk about their rather regular sessions.

Finally her dearly beloved was there. To all the other servants, Michael Lompret was the famous painter from Paris, who had been engaged to restore the interior of the castle. Only Dorothy, of course, knew the real situation.

In the farthest room of the castle, nights of love were celebrated which made the empty corridors echo with sighs and moans.

About two weeks after Michael's arrival at La Bidouze, the happiness was disturbed by an oath!

They had just fallen asleep after a particularly exhausting love bout, when Julia awakened.

“What is it, my dear?” Michael murmured.

“I don't know. I just can't sleep. There is something wrong.”

“Haven't you had enough?”

“Oh, yes!”

“You want more?”

Julia smiled. Now that Michael was awake, too, the feeling of being spied upon disappeared. “Are you still capable?”

“I don't know, but I'm willing to try.”

“Let me try something, I know you'll like it.” She did not tell him that she had learned this trick from a little boy, but she took the tip of his cock between left thumb and forefinger. She began to draw on it, as one pulls at a cow's udder for milk, but with exquisite gentleness. Then she grasped him at the very root, drawing her fingers slowly up to the tip of his prick and let go with a flick of her wrist. In no time Michael's organ was bogging and jerking in the air. It had been completely reinvigorated.

“The operation was a complete success,” Michael smiled.

“Yes, sir, I have to agree, and from this moment on, it is all up to you, the man of the house. Maybe you can discover a few of my special talents.”

“Isn't it dangerous to give me so much free rein? You disturbed my happy sleep, and I may not be all sweetness and light.”

“Oh, I trust you,” Julia smiled. “I don't think that you want to tie me up and beat me. Though, of course I won't say no to a little voluptuous spanking.”

“How about going in from the other way?”

“Anyway you want it,” she giggled, tickling his balls.

He stroked her surging titties. “For right now, before I lose this wonderful hard-on, I'd like to screw you on all fours.”

“Perfect. There! Is this the right position?”

She had turned her back to him, then got on all fours, slowly bowing her head to the rumpled sheets till her body was almost flat against the bed. Her magnificent, milky bottom cheeks reared up and because of her straddled knees, where deliciously distended. The soft pink lips of her pussy peeped out, framed by the black curls of her pubic hairs. Above, recessed in the shadowy furrow which cleaved her now provocatively undulating buttocks, appeared the crinkly rosebud of her anus.

“Ooh, dear…” Michael sighed, “you make the decision terribly difficult.”

He took his place behind her, reaching to cup her dangling, firm breasts, luxuriating in the feel of her warm flesh and the friction of her enticing bottom against his belly. Arching himself, Michael went forward till the knob of his throbbing organ was clamped between the moist, soft lips of Julia's yawning pussy.

“Ooooh… it's nice this way… yes…” Julia panted.

“Exactly. Besides, this way I can feel the little nipples and kisses your tight little slit is going to give my weapon.” He drew out, playfully prodding the secretive little rosette of her asshole. Julia squirmed and glanced back, murmuring. “Do tell me, if you are going to do it to me that way. I have to prepare for that, darling. Put a little bit of saliva on your member and go into it with your finger first. That would help a good deal.”

“Another time, my love. I think for now that' I'll be satisfied with your sweet tight cunt, provided you wriggle that lovely backside about. There!”

He inserted himself again, and this time with a violent shove of his loins, he was imbedded up to the hilt inside her. A stifled gasp of pleasure broke from the pillow in which Julia had burrowed her face. She contracted her buttocks, relaxed them, trying to synchronize her gyrations with his ins and outs. He could feel the moist, hot clinging of her flesh against his driving, turgid weapon. His thumbs rubbed her nipples till they were flint-hard peaks of pure erotic pleasure. Slowly and methodically he fucked her lovely, crouching naked beauty, glorying in the tightness of her narrow sheath as it absorbed his prick. She spread her thighs as far as she could, shoving back her bottom to meet his rhythmic attacks.