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THE BARONESS

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.

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graphic=20 sexual scenes, if you are a minor or are offended by such themes, please =

do not=20 read.

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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