Message-ID: <18924eli$9901220330@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Sonia" Subject: The Baroness Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Sonia" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0038_01BE3A32.13F742E0" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <003b01be3a29$b4eaa7e0$8a724bc2@Rodrigo.aiaf.es> This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0038_01BE3A32.13F742E0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable This is a piece of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains graphic = sexual scenes, if you are a minor or are offended by such themes, please = do not read. It is my first story and I hope you like it. Comments are welcome at = rno@qPsynet.net Please keep in mind english is not my native languague. THE BARONESS Quite a few years ago, when I was 15, my father decided I should learn = French, after all my grandmother was Belgium, and he send me to stay = with a family in France during the summer. The village was small, = somewhere in the Landes, and the house, a big, old and rambling = "chateaux", or country house, in the outskirts, had known better times, = much better times. But for all its shabbiness and closed rooms, it had a = quiet air of dignity, charm and mystery, and was surrounded by beautiful = and untamed woods. The house was inhabited by an old baron, quite mad, who spend all his = time in the attic writing who knows what, and his wife, the baroness. = The baroness was close to fifty, maybe more, tall, gaunt, attractive, = and extremely charming. Even in the old gardening attire she liked to = wear she was always surrounded by an aura of elegance and refinement. I was given a small room in the upper floor of the house and left to = roam on my own. During the day I would walk through the woods, go to the = public pool and play with the boys and girls of the village. At night, = armed with a flashlight, I would explore the house, going through the = deserted and dilapidated rooms fascinated by the decay of time. A week = had gone by when one night, from the window of an unused bedroom in the = third floor, I discovered I could see into the baroness room. She was = reading by the window in a dressing gown. Of course I decided to spy. A = few minutes later she got up and went to bed. Just as she was taking off = her dressing gown, against the background of the light in her night = stand, I glimpsed her naked body through the flimsy material of her = night gown. It was a brief second, but it was enough, I was hooked. From = then on I just spied on the baroness. I could think of nothing but those = large breasts I had seen. That night I went back to my bedroom and = masturbated to wild fantasies about the baroness. I woke up early in the morning with a raging erection and decided I had = to watch the baroness, so I took care of my hard on , dressed quickly = and went to my spying post to wait for the baroness to wake up. As she = got up my hart thumped like crazy, but alas, without the background of = her night light I could see nothing. She went to the bathroom, and I, a = little dejected, decided to wait. Twenty minutes latter she reappeared = wrapped in a towel, opened a closet and got her underwear. She unwrapped = the towel and ... she was naked, gloriously naked, and I was going crazy = with excitement. Her body was extremely slim and creamy white, but her = breasts, just as I remembered them, where very large, with big dark = nipples. Maybe slightly fallen, but who cared, it was the first naked = body I had seen and those large breasts on her gaunt frame were = tantalizing. While she put on her panties and bra, adjusting and = tucking, I masturbated. At breakfast I was uncommonly quiet and slightly flushed, and could not = take my eyes from the baroness breasts. She asked if everything was = fine, and I said so. During the day my thoughts kept wandering back to = the baroness and twice, in the woods, had to relieve myself. In the = afternoon I explored the house looking for a room with a view to the = baroness bathroom. I found it next to my spying post. The view was not = perfect, I could just see half the bathroom, by the sink. But on top of = the sink there was a huge mirror which afforded a larger view. To = enhance my spying I asked the old baron if he had some field glasses I = could borrow, although I forgot to mention the sites I wanted to watch = belonged to his wife. That night, after the usual after dinner small chat, I was back in my = spying post, armed with the field glasses. Shortly the baroness entered = her room, and after some fussing around went to the bathroom. I quickly = changed places and through the mirror above the sink I was able to see = the baroness pulling up her skirt and bringing down her panties while = sitting on the loo. It was extremely erotic, and I could just imagine = the sound of pee gushing out of her. When she finished she got up and = sat on the bidet, and although the skirt precluded any view, in my mind = I could see her slender fingers cleaning her pussy. Later she removed her clothes and naked washed her face and teeth. When = she finished the reentered her room. I quickly switched places. By then = she was seated in a vanity with a big mirror. She was completely naked = and applying cream on her face. When she finished she got up, opened one = of the multiple jars on the vanity, and started to put cream of her = arms, legs, and stomach. It was very businesslike, but extremely = arousing. The baroness sat back on the vanity, opened a different jar, = and started to cream her breasts. Here she took her time, massaging each = breast carefully, and, from time to time, pinching a nipple. Once she = finished the baroness put on her nightgown and dressing gown and went to = read by the window. I masturbated and went back to my room. The ritual went on for a few days, until one night I saw she started = massaging her breasts with two hands, and pinching her nipples real = hard. Her hands started caressing the rest of her body, slowly going = down her sides, massaging the inside of her thighs, and eventually = reaching her secret opening. Then the baroness got up, and naked sat on = her reading armchair by the window, putting a leg on each arm. She = parted her labia, surrounded by dark bushy curls, exposing her = delightful pink, and started to caress her pussy, looking for her clit. = She took a finger to her mouth, licked it, and carefully inserted it in = herself. She started going faster, and inserted another finger. She = would move them in and out a few times, and then get them out a rub her = clit. Again and again while her face contorted with pleasure. Just as I = thought she was coming, the baroness got up an disappeared from my view. = She immediately returned with a large ivory tusk from some animal (I = later learned that it belonged to a hippopotamus) which I had seen while = searching her room smelling her underwear (that alas was clean and = smelled nothing of her). The baroness went to the vanity, and opening = one on the many jars started to smear cream on the, over ten inch, tusk, = stroking it as if a penis, up and down, and circling the head. The = baroness went back to the armchair, and spreading her legs parted her = labia and slowly inserted the tusk in her gleaming pussy. The tusk was huge and the going difficult. The baroness would insert a = couple inches, take it out an rub her clit. And back to the cave. Each = time she would introduce a little more, sometimes while rubbing slowly = her clit with the hand that parted her lips. In and out, maddenly slow. = After an eternity the baroness had slid all of it in her pussy and = started to push the tusk in and out rapidly while her other hand = massaged furiously her clit. Her whole body was contorting, her eyes = were closed and she was biting her lips. Suddenly her whole body went = limp and she collapsed in the armchair. >From my vantage place, exhausted after some serious masturbation, I = could see the baroness slumped in the armchair, lazily rubbing a finger = through her clit. She looked quite peaceful. After 10 minutes the baroness got up and moved to the vanity, picked a = jar and sat back in the armchair. She opened the jar, inserted two = fingers and, again, started to anoint the tusk. This time the baroness = took her time. When she finished and the tusk was glistening she left it = on the floor. She then parted her legs on the side of the armchair, = scooped more cream from the jar and started to rub it on her asshole.=20 Through the binoculars, well hidden in my spy post, I could not believe = what I was seen: her asshole, tight and dark as a cherry, smeared with = white cream, and the baroness rubbing it slowly and sinking half a = knuckle in it. She scooped more cream and inserted the whole finger. In = and out a few times, and then two fingers. The baroness put some more = cream in her asshole, picked the tusk from the floor, and looked at it = carefully. She then put the tusk to her hole and pushed. The endeavor = looked futile, the tusk was huge, and her hole tiny and very tight. It = would not go in. With her other hand she inserted a finger in her = asshole, and the another. She took them out and tried again with the = tusk, pushing real hard. This time it looked like an inch had gone in. = She kept the tusk inside her and started to rub her pussy. After about a = minute she took it out and tried again. Slowly, very slowly, she managed = to get it all in while fingering her pussy. For a while the baroness kept pumping the tusk in and out of her = asshole, fingering her clit, and, I guess, moaning from pleasure. From = time to time she would stop, remove completely the tusk, smeared with = cream, and introduce it in her ass once again. The baroness asshole was = no longer that cute, small and tight little opening, but a huge hole. The baroness finally climaxed and slumped on the armchair with her eyes = closed and a dreamy smile on her face. After a while she got up and went = to the bathroom. I stayed where I was, unable to move, and masturbating = like there was no tomorrow. For the next twenty days I continued to spy on the baroness, and while I = managed to see her nightly creaming up ritual quite often, I never saw = her masturbate, or play with the tusk again. A few days before I left I = accompanied the baroness to her room and casually remarked on the tusk. = The baroness told me it was from a hippopotamus her grandfather had = hunted in Africa at the turn on the century, and that it had magical = properties. I can swear to that. Since then, from time to time, I masturbate remembering the baroness = large breasts, her big nipples, her curly pussy and specially her dark, = tight asshole smeared with cream. ------=_NextPart_000_0038_01BE3A32.13F742E0 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

This is a piece of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains = graphic=20 sexual scenes, if you are a minor or are offended by such themes, please = do not=20 read.

It is my first story and I hope you like it. Comments are welcome at=20 rno@qPsynet.net Please keep = in mind=20 english is not my native languague.

 

THE BARONESS

 

Quite a few years ago, when I was 15, my father decided I should = learn=20 French, after all my grandmother was Belgium, and he send me to stay = with a=20 family in France during the summer. The village was small, somewhere in = the=20 Landes, and the house, a big, old and rambling "chateaux", or = country=20 house, in the outskirts, had known better times, much better times. But = for all=20 its shabbiness and closed rooms, it had a quiet air of dignity, charm = and=20 mystery, and was surrounded by beautiful and untamed woods.

The house was inhabited by an old baron, quite mad, who spend all his = time in=20 the attic writing who knows what, and his wife, the baroness. The = baroness was=20 close to fifty, maybe more, tall, gaunt, attractive, and extremely = charming.=20 Even in the old gardening attire she liked to wear she was always = surrounded by=20 an aura of elegance and refinement.

I was given a small room in the upper floor of the house and left to = roam on=20 my own. During the day I would walk through the woods, go to the public = pool and=20 play with the boys and girls of the village. At night, armed with a = flashlight,=20 I would explore the house, going through the deserted and dilapidated = rooms=20 fascinated by the decay of time. A week had gone by when one night, from = the=20 window of an unused bedroom in the third floor, I discovered I could see = into=20 the baroness room. She was reading by the window in a dressing gown. Of = course I=20 decided to spy. A few minutes later she got up and went to bed. Just as = she was=20 taking off her dressing gown, against the background of the light in her = night=20 stand, I glimpsed her naked body through the flimsy material of her = night gown.=20 It was a brief second, but it was enough, I was hooked. From then on I = just=20 spied on the baroness. I could think of nothing but those large breasts = I had=20 seen. That night I went back to my bedroom and masturbated to wild = fantasies=20 about the baroness.

I woke up early in the morning with a raging erection and decided I = had to=20 watch the baroness, so I took care of my hard on , dressed quickly and = went to=20 my spying post to wait for the baroness to wake up. As she got up my = hart=20 thumped like crazy, but alas, without the background of her night light = I could=20 see nothing. She went to the bathroom, and I, a little dejected, decided = to=20 wait. Twenty minutes latter she reappeared wrapped in a towel, opened a = closet=20 and got her underwear. She unwrapped the towel and ... she was naked, = gloriously=20 naked, and I was going crazy with excitement. Her body was extremely = slim and=20 creamy white, but her breasts, just as I remembered them, where very = large, with=20 big dark nipples. Maybe slightly fallen, but who cared, it was the first = naked=20 body I had seen and those large breasts on her gaunt frame were = tantalizing.=20 While she put on her panties and bra, adjusting and tucking, I = masturbated.

At breakfast I was uncommonly quiet and slightly flushed, and could = not take=20 my eyes from the baroness breasts. She asked if everything was fine, and = I said=20 so. During the day my thoughts kept wandering back to the baroness and = twice, in=20 the woods, had to relieve myself. In the afternoon I explored the house = looking=20 for a room with a view to the baroness bathroom. I found it next to my = spying=20 post. The view was not perfect, I could just see half the bathroom, by = the sink.=20 But on top of the sink there was a huge mirror which afforded a larger = view. To=20 enhance my spying I asked the old baron if he had some field glasses I = could=20 borrow, although I forgot to mention the sites I wanted to watch = belonged to his=20 wife.

That night, after the usual after dinner small chat, I was back in my = spying=20 post, armed with the field glasses. Shortly the baroness entered her = room, and=20 after some fussing around went to the bathroom. I quickly changed places = and=20 through the mirror above the sink I was able to see the baroness pulling = up her=20 skirt and bringing down her panties while sitting on the loo. It was = extremely=20 erotic, and I could just imagine the sound of pee gushing out of her. = When she=20 finished she got up and sat on the bidet, and although the skirt = precluded any=20 view, in my mind I could see her slender fingers cleaning her pussy.

Later she removed her clothes and naked washed her face and teeth. = When she=20 finished the reentered her room. I quickly switched places. By then she = was=20 seated in a vanity with a big mirror. She was completely naked and = applying=20 cream on her face. When she finished she got up, opened one of the = multiple jars=20 on the vanity, and started to put cream of her arms, legs, and stomach. = It was=20 very businesslike, but extremely arousing. The baroness sat back on the = vanity,=20 opened a different jar, and started to cream her breasts. Here she took = her=20 time, massaging each breast carefully, and, from time to time, pinching = a=20 nipple. Once she finished the baroness put on her nightgown and dressing = gown=20 and went to read by the window. I masturbated and went back to my = room.

The ritual went on for a few days, until one night I saw she started=20 massaging her breasts with two hands, and pinching her nipples real = hard. Her=20 hands started caressing the rest of her body, slowly going down her = sides,=20 massaging the inside of her thighs, and eventually reaching her secret = opening.=20 Then the baroness got up, and naked sat on her reading armchair by the = window,=20 putting a leg on each arm. She parted her labia, surrounded by dark = bushy curls,=20 exposing her delightful pink, and started to caress her pussy, looking = for her=20 clit. She took a finger to her mouth, licked it, and carefully inserted = it in=20 herself. She started going faster, and inserted another finger. She = would move=20 them in and out a few times, and then get them out a rub her clit. Again = and=20 again while her face contorted with pleasure. Just as I thought she was = coming,=20 the baroness got up an disappeared from my view. She immediately = returned with a=20 large ivory tusk from some animal (I later learned that it belonged to a = hippopotamus) which I had seen while searching her room smelling her = underwear=20 (that alas was clean and smelled nothing of her). The baroness went to = the=20 vanity, and opening one on the many jars started to smear cream on the, = over ten=20 inch, tusk, stroking it as if a penis, up and down, and circling the = head. The=20 baroness went back to the armchair, and spreading her legs parted her = labia and=20 slowly inserted the tusk in her gleaming pussy.

The tusk was huge and the going difficult. The baroness would insert = a couple=20 inches, take it out an rub her clit. And back to the cave. Each time she = would=20 introduce a little more, sometimes while rubbing slowly her clit with = the hand=20 that parted her lips. In and out, maddenly slow. After an eternity the = baroness=20 had slid all of it in her pussy and started to push the tusk in and out = rapidly=20 while her other hand massaged furiously her clit. Her whole body was = contorting,=20 her eyes were closed and she was biting her lips. Suddenly her whole = body went=20 limp and she collapsed in the armchair.

From my vantage place, exhausted after some serious masturbation, I = could see=20 the baroness slumped in the armchair, lazily rubbing a finger through = her clit.=20 She looked quite peaceful.

After 10 minutes the baroness got up and moved to the vanity, picked = a jar=20 and sat back in the armchair. She opened the jar, inserted two fingers = and,=20 again, started to anoint the tusk. This time the baroness took her time. = When=20 she finished and the tusk was glistening she left it on the floor. She = then=20 parted her legs on the side of the armchair, scooped more cream from the = jar and=20 started to rub it on her asshole.

Through the binoculars, well hidden in my spy post, I could not = believe what=20 I was seen: her asshole, tight and dark as a cherry, smeared with white = cream,=20 and the baroness rubbing it slowly and sinking half a knuckle in it. She = scooped=20 more cream and inserted the whole finger. In and out a few times, and = then two=20 fingers. The baroness put some more cream in her asshole, picked the = tusk from=20 the floor, and looked at it carefully. She then put the tusk to her hole = and=20 pushed. The endeavor looked futile, the tusk was huge, and her hole tiny = and=20 very tight. It would not go in. With her other hand she inserted a = finger in her=20 asshole, and the another. She took them out and tried again with the = tusk,=20 pushing real hard. This time it looked like an inch had gone in. She = kept the=20 tusk inside her and started to rub her pussy. After about a minute she = took it=20 out and tried again. Slowly, very slowly, she managed to get it all in = while=20 fingering her pussy.

For a while the baroness kept pumping the tusk in and out of her = asshole,=20 fingering her clit, and, I guess, moaning from pleasure. From time to = time she=20 would stop, remove completely the tusk, smeared with cream, and = introduce it in=20 her ass once again. The baroness asshole was no longer that cute, small = and=20 tight little opening, but a huge hole.

The baroness finally climaxed and slumped on the armchair with her = eyes=20 closed and a dreamy smile on her face. After a while she got up and went = to the=20 bathroom. I stayed where I was, unable to move, and masturbating like = there was=20 no tomorrow.

For the next twenty days I continued to spy on the baroness, and = while I=20 managed to see her nightly creaming up ritual quite often, I never saw = her=20 masturbate, or play with the tusk again. A few days before I left I = accompanied=20 the baroness to her room and casually remarked on the tusk. The baroness = told me=20 it was from a hippopotamus her grandfather had hunted in Africa at the = turn on=20 the century, and that it had magical properties. I can swear to = that.

Since then, from time to time, I masturbate remembering the baroness = large=20 breasts, her big nipples, her curly pussy and specially her dark, tight = asshole=20 smeared with cream.

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