France, early Spring during the late 1700's

I sat in the small horse drawn carriage, thinking about the letter that I had received from my long time friend, Henry DeMuth. He did not say why he wanted see me, just that it was urgent and that I should come quickly.

Growing up, Henry and I had been as close as brothers, but once we had married, we didn't seem to have much time for visiting any more. We only lived an hours ride from each other, but even that seemed to be much.

When I arrived at his home early Friday morning, I was met by a beautiful young woman who introduced herself as Henry's daughter, Contess. Immediately, she escorted me to his room where I saw a very frail looking man laying in a bed.

"Papa. Papa," she softely called as she gently shook him awake. As his eyes opened, she said, "Papa, Monsieur DeChant his here."

My old friend looked at me and smiled. In a weak voice he said, "Oh, Jacque. Jacque. You've made it at long last."

I knew that he had recently fell ill, but looking at him now, I could tell just how bad his condition really was. I sat with my friend for a few hours, as we talked and laughed about our childhood days. Around noon his beautiful daughter brought lunch into his room. After serving us, Contess left to go about her chores. As we ate, it occured to me that he had not once mentioned why he had summoned me and what had been so urgent.

"Henry," I began, "I don't mean to be rude and I don't want you to think that I haven't enjoyed our visit, but your letter said that it was urgent that I come. Not once while I've been here have you even hinted at what it might be."

Henry sat in silence for a few minutes before talking. "Jacque, as you can see, I'm not in good health. The doctors tell me that I don't have much time left. When I am gone, Contess will be all alone. As a favor to your dying friend, I ask you to marry her."

I sat in silence, half shocked at the request that my friend was making. I stared at him as he talked about her qualities: a hard worker, well mannered, a good hostess. The list was endless. "And she's beautiful, don't you think," he asked me. "Yes, Henry," I stammered, "she's very beautiful." We talked until darkness had fallen. After several hours of his persuading, I finally agreed to marry Contess. The wedding took place the next day in his room. Shortly afterwards, my life long friend passed away.

Contess was barely eighteen, and I thirty-eight, when we married. I knew that we would need time to get to know each other. Plus she would need some grieving time before she fully started her "wifely" duties. I have to tell you though, after three months of waiting and sleeping in a different room, I was finding it harder and harder to ignore her beautiful body. Other than the older female servants of the house, there wasn't any other woman around for miles. Contess must have noticed my eagerness to lay with her because it was her that came to me.

The summer nights had been extremely hot and I had been sleeping naked to help stay cool. I looked at myself in the mirror as I undressed. "Yes," I thought to myself, "I am twenty years her senior. My brown hair is graying, even my green eyes are starting to show sign of age. My body is starting to grow flabby in areas, but not in the one area that it counts. I just know that if she would ever came to me, I could more than satisify her with my thick eight inches." Little did I know that she was outside my door at that very moment. I had just blown out the lamp when Contess knocked on my door. "Come in," I said.

Contess always wore her long blonde hair up in a bun, but tonight, if flowed sexily off her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled in the glow of the lamp that she was holding. I watched her as she walked towards my bed, her petite feet slipping out from under her long white night gown as she did. I could feel a stirring in my loins as she sat the lamp down on the night stand.

"I'm ready to give myself to you now," she said as she slowly pulled the top of the gown off her milky white shoulders. "Are you sure," I asked as she pulled her arms out. "Yes," she said weakly as she dropped the gown to the floor, revealing her beautiful slender and shapely body. If I wasn't fully erect before, I was now. I pulled the covers back next to me, allowing her naked body to slip into my bed. I blew out the lamp that she had brought with her before turning my full attention to her.

For several minutes we laid there kissing as I caressed her ample breasts. Her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. My hand slowly moved down her stomach to her womanhood. Her legs parted slightly as I moved my hands between them. She gasped as my middle finger entered her. "Oh Monsieur," she moaned, sounding half scared. Her legs instintively closed tighter together. "It's alright my darling," I whispered. She relaxed, spreading her legs for me. Contess began to lightly moan with pleasure as I fingered her, kissing my way to her breasts as I did. I lightly flicked her hardened nipples, causing her juices to flow. I then gently sucked them, taking my time with her.

Removing my finger from her, I kissed my way down her stomach to the area that I was truly wanting to have. I buried my face in her pussy, sucking and licking at her now swollen clit, occassionaly slipping my tongue in her hole. Contess's moans grew louder and more intense as her orgisms came quicker and harder. Her hand ran through my hair, pushing my face closer to her. I had to hold her pelvis down as she began to wildly buck. I let her cum one more time before kissing my way back up her stomach. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

"Spread you legs wider my darling," I whispered in her ear. Contess willingly did. I pushed the head of my hard cock into her. She moaned as my cock slowly spread her virgin pussy apart. "Jacque. Jacque. Oh Monsieur Jacque," she moaned as I easily pushed further in. One more push and her innocence was gone. "Oh Monsieur," she whimpered as I slowly moved in her. "Oh Contess," I moaned. "My beautiful, beautiful Contess. Oh you feel so good." My rhythem increased and soon I could feel her juicies once again flowing freely.

"Jacque. Jacque. Oh, Jacque," she called out. Her oragisms became stronger as did my rythem. I could feel the tingling in my balls; I was going to cum. It had been several years since I had cum in a woman and now I wanted to cum inside my beautiful Contess very badly. "Contess. Oh my sweet Contess," I called out as my seed spilled out of me and into her.

For several minutes I laid with my body on her as we both tried to catch our breath. Her hands rubbed and caressed my back as I laid in her. Slowly I rolled off of her and held her tightly to me. Finally, she was fully my wife.

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For a little over five years now, Contess and I have had a happy and loving marriage. This is evident by our almost four year old daughter, Danielle, and our six month old son, Jacob.

As bed time approaches, I sit by the hearth watching Danielle as she plays on the floor with her dolls. Across the room, in a rocking chair, sits Contess, breast feeding Jacob. Just watching as our son sucks from her beautiful milky white breasts turns me on. Once the children are asleep, I will again lay with my wife.

"Danielle," Contess says softly, "it's time for bed. Jacque, will you tuck her into bed?"

"Come on, Danielle," I tell her as I walk towards her room. Just as I'm about to leave her room she asks, "When are you and mommy going to have me a baby sister?" He question surprised me and it takes me a moment to answer. "I don't know honey," I reply. "Good night, sweetie."

Once both Danielle and Jacob were fast asleep, Contess and I head for our room. I watch her as she sits in front of the mirror, naked and brushing her long blonde hair. By the glow of the lamp, I can see her blue eyes sparkling in the mirror. My desire to touch her soft, milky white skin only increases as I watch her.

I smile as Contess blows out the lamp and then gets into bed with me. My dick hardens as her soft body lays next to my naked one. My hand gently touches her young skin as it moves to her ample breasts. She moans as I caress them. I kiss her passionately as I continue to massage her breasts. My hand moves down her stomach and to her firey hole below. Contess moans and arches her back as I slip my finger into her.

"Oh, Jacque," she moans. "MMM Oh, that feels so good."

I kiss my way down her neck as I continue to finger her. My thumb now rubs her clit and I can feel her cumming on my finger. Contess again orgasms as I suck on her breast, tasting the same milk that shortly before had fed our son. I too moan as I taste it, which in turn only intensives my desire to have her. I kiss my way down her stomach and to her warm love hole.

Contess eagerily spread her legs, allowing me easy access to her. My tongue slowly licks up her clit, causing her to moan and orgasm again. Her sweet juices flow onto my tongue and I too moan as I taste her. I flicked her clit with my tongue, smiling as she arches her back, moaning with pleasure.

"Jacque. Jacque," she breathlessly and lowly moans. Senseing that contess has had enough, I kiss my way back up to her breasts and again gently suck before continuing to her neck. I passionately kiss her as I lay myself between her legs. The tip of my hard eight inches rests at her pussy opening. Contess and I both moan with pleasure as I enter her. "MMM Contess," I groan as I pull out, then push completely into her. Her warmth and wetness engulfed me as I move slowly in her for several minutes. Our passion for each other burns hotter and stonger each time we make love and this time is now different. Our slow love making only makes me want her more.

"Get on all fours," I whisper into her ear as I pull out of her. Once she is, I again push into her. Wanting badly to fuck the hell out of her, I grab her hips and move quickly in her. I smile as I watch Contess grab the bedding in her fists, lowly moaning and panting. Leaning over her, my hands move up her sides and to her breasts. I roughly grab them as I move in her, causing her fists to tighten around the bedding as she orgasms once again. Contess's arms give out, causing her breasts and shoulders to fall to the bed. I release the hold I have on them. "Oh, Jacque. Jacque. Oh yes, Jacque," she lightly yelled into the bed as her juices gushed.

My pace quickens and soon I am ramming all eight of my inches into her. Not wanting to wake the children, Contess screams my name over and over into the bed. Her voice is muffeled, but I can understand her. Soon, I feel myself releasing in her, filling her with my cum. I stay in her for several minutes as she gives a soft cry of pleasure. I liked it when she cried because that meant she had not just cum, but cum hard and good.

Pulling out of her, I pull her body close to me as we laid cuddled. Never would I have guessed that in one year's time would I be watching her breast feed our third child, Belle. I don't know how, but somehow Danielle knew that she would soon be having a little sister.

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