He explained to his new wife that fuck number one was to be given with full front view; fuck number two reversed. He said that she was to come three times a week, that she was to learn her technique quickly and that she could now go back to her own bed-chamber, because he wanted to sleep. No goodnight, no caresses, no good word for her. But also no bad word. He was instituting a routine which was kept from then on.
It was strictly kept because he liked her better than his slave girls and she soon learned how to squeeze out his prick properly with her pussy. Also it must be remembered that he paid more for her upkeep than for that of his other female retinue. Nelidowa did not mind the prick so much; she simply closed her eyes and managed to come and to get a thrill. What she could not stand was the play of his strong hand over her body before every jump, especially between the first and the second fucking, when he wanted to heat himself up again. At this time, he hurt her quite often. He fussed around with her breasts, pinched the nipples and laughed when she tried to avoid him. When he toyed with her love nest, he did not begin with any gentle play around the entrance, warm up the tickler and then intrude into the tube. No, he just pushed his finger rudely in as deep as he could, crooked it and rubbed it. It always gave her pain and a shock. But she did not complain and even gave him gentle words and told him how happy she was. It was the price demanded of her and she gave it.
The rest of their personal relations were also regulated by rules. They ate apart, except when they had guests. They went to all social affairs together and he liked to show her off and sent her for such occasions jewellery from the seemingly endless store of his iron chest. He spoke politely to her, in few words, and never told her about his own affairs. For example, she did not know that he had big estates in the South, until they travelled over them. He confided his affairs only to an old trusted man-servant and to very few of his friends. He was a man of few words, used to command, and he exercised his will with great determination.
Nelidowa had to find her life with her women friends. She chatted with her bed-maids and amused herself as she could with anything that was proper and becoming for the wife of a great Prince. He never beat her, as many husbands did their wives, and he never lost his temper. He had resorted to the lash only a few times in his life, sending the culprit to the stable master for the punishment. However, when he was seriously dissatisfied, he would have the guilty person stand while he smacked the face a few times.
He did this to his wife on occasions when her giddiness had aroused the mockery of other society people and he had heard of it. When he heard that she was beating her mam or had them beaten, he discussed it briefly with her. He said that she had the right to do so, but that if one of the servants should become seriously ill or die on account of the punishment, he would then inflict the same torture on her. 'They are my property,' he added, 'as well as you are.' That closed the incident because he remembered that his mother had whipped her maids also.
He had expected to have a child from the Princess; he wanted an heir to cheat his relatives. She remained barren. He had a few virgins come from one of his estates, fucked them and held them under strict watch, so that they could not sleep with other men. Out of four girls, two became pregnant. Therefore it was Nelidowa, not he, who was at fault. But he decided not to take another wife. Not because he could not have got rid of her or because he loved her, but that it was not so important after all. She was there and she could remain there.
After the first year of her marriage, feeling secure now as a Princess and a powerful man's wife, Nelidowa was ripe to take a lover. He must be distinctly different from her husband, a bit exotic, maybe a Frenchman. As it turned out, he was a Pole. Gustavus Swanderson, he made known, was his name. He came from Warsaw, where his father had a string of disorderly houses. Gustavus, who then bore the name of Boris, managed, during a raid on his father's establishments, to get hold of some gold which the old man kept hidden. With this, he travelled to Sweden, changed his name, bought the patent of an officer and played the nice chap for the ladies. He was decidedly romantic, with a wealth of brown hair, elegant in his movements, enterprising, and not altogether a bad boy. His hobby was drawing and his satirical sketches of society people were quite the thing. He started to learn architecture, first just to play with it, but later became interested and took part in the erection of some military buildings and forts. When Peter the Great was already quite elderly, he came to Russia and offered his services as a builder. Peter, though not much impressed with him, sent him to Moscow where a big bridge was under construction and he began to be a slight success in his line.
When he met Nelidowa he was around thirty years of age, ten years her senior. He was different from the other men; his skin was white, he was not hairy, his hands were fine, almost feminine and tender. He kept himself clean and modish and his laughter was of a romantic sadness. Nelidowa selected him for herself at first sight. The man had very little choice as to whether he wanted her or not. He had to conquer her because she wanted him. Oh, she fixed it in a very romantic way. Poems fluttered through the air; secret words passed, only understood by the conspirators. Nelidowa played her part wonderfully, with tears and resistance and with faked fainting spells.
She won him and she was very satisfied. He was so tender, so full of caresses, so loving, so romantic and when, after long kissing and playing and toying, she finally felt his hot rod enter her hungry crevice, she nearly fainted with delight. Of course, when he built lovely castles in the air about elopement and how they would live in Paris as happy as doves, she listened like a happy but already grown up child to a smartly told fairy tale. While she avoided saying 'No', in her heart she never considered him more than a lover. Something necessary to a woman's life, but not to be mixed up with the reality of a Princess.
On the other hand, this reality bothered her three times a week when she walked nude, except for blue slippers, through different rooms to the bed of a big brute who offended her body and for whom she was nothing but an instrument for prick-massage. She could not pretend she had a head-ache or did not feel well, because if she did, her husband would send a servant with a brief message that he was not fucking her head but her cunt. As long as she did not have her monthly, she had to appear. No pity from that quarter and no excuse accepted.
Another incident occurred which proved to be annoying. Gustavus fell in love with her and the longer the liaison lasted the more enamoured he became. With this his jealousy developed, and while the brutal and elderly Prince in his strength entertained no slightest thought that his wife might be unfaithful, Gustavus, in his tender and weak constitution, was crazed with jealousy. She had once described to him in what way she had to fuck her husband and though this was still early in their affair, be was near to assassinating his rival. Lately he had pestered her to refuse to play the dutiful wife and in passionate words had threatened to take the life of the Prince and even hers. She told him she would do as he wished and, lying, said she did not go to her husband since at present he had a passion for one of the serf girls. Gustavus did not believe her fully and they had many scenes. She did not want to give-up her lover. She could not stay away from her master. She had to think her way out.
Suddenly she was struck with an idea: didn't they tell her that Grushenka looked just like her, not only in figure but in face also? It was whispered that they were like twins, that nobody could really say who was who. If that was true then Grushenka could take her place in the bed-chamber of her spouse. This thought was so daring, so exciting, that she had to go to work right away. She commanded Grushenka to her presence and had herself and the girl clothed in dresses exactly similar and their hair done in the same way. She then had one of her maids ask other servants from the basement which of the two was the Princess. The servants looked uneasy, afraid to make a mistake. They tried to avoid a direct answer and finally pointed at random, missing the Princess as often as they chose her. That was fine! All that was now needed was for the Princess to teach Grushen
ka exactly how to behave with the master.
She dismissed all the servants including her hand-maids, locked herself in her bedroom with Grushenka and made her kneel down and swear solemnly never to betray her. She confided her plan to the girl and rehearsed to the smallest detail the way the fucking parties took place. When Grushenka undressed, an obstacle appeared: Grushenka was clean shaven around the pussy. There was nothing to do but to wait until the hair had grown. So it was decided. During this time, for many an afternoon, Grushenka was told how she would have to behave during the coming fucking parties and Nelidowa, during this period, observed herself in all details when she was with her mate. She was sure of success. The bedroom of the Prince was lit by a single large candle which stood in a corner far from the bed and there was a small candle in front of the Ikon. This small illumination would not have permitted him to find out the difference between Nelidowa and Grushenka even if they had not been so much alike.
Another remark must be made concerning these confidential rehearsals between the young women. They began to like each other. The Princess had never thought of Grushenka before except as a low and silly serf girl. Now she wanted something from her. She ordered her, of course, to take her place. Grushenka could tell the master and the catastrophe arising from such a mishap would have been unthinkably awful! Therefore the Princess became kind to the girl, chatted with her and tried to discover her character. She was captivated with Grushenka's simple charm and faith. On the other hand, Grushenka now learned that the Princess was unhappy, uncertain of herself, that she had had a hard youth, that she longed for kindness and that her nervous and brutal behaviour did not arise from coldness, but from unawareness. Grushenka became a hand-maid of her mistress, was always around her, was her confidante in her love matters and her companion during the long hours of the dragging days. The whip was never applied to her, she was not scolded, and she slept next to her mistress's room and became something like a little sister.
When Grushenka's hair had grown, (they examined it daily) the day came when a male servant announced that his Highness expected the visit of her Highness. Grushenka put on the blue slippers and both women walked through the several rooms to the master's chamber. Grushenka entered while Nelidowa, with beating heart, peeped through a crack of the door. The Prince had come from a card game where he had been drinking and felt tired and a little lascivious. Grushenka held his stub in her hand, worked it firmly, mounted the horse and worked his machine into her tube. For quite a time he could not come on account of the liquor he had drunk but she came herself once or twice (she had not fucked forever so long) until he groaned and moved his arse and was through. He was through for the night and sent her away with a slap on the behind.
Nelidowa took Grushenka with her to her bed. She was excited, joyously excited, while Grushenka was very calm. She had done the whole job without hesitation. She wanted to help her mistress. That was her duty; for the rest, she was not concerned. Nelidowa hugged and kissed the girl and aroused by the fucking she had seen, had two hand-maids come in to give herself and her friend (as she said now for the first time) a good sucking.
So it was that Grushenka became the master's wife as far as his bed was concerned. The first few times Nelidowa went with her to the door and peeped. After that she remained in the bed until Grushenka returned and a few weeks later was no longer concerned about the matter. When the servant came to announce that his master's prick was ready (that was the sense of the message) Nelidowa would say she'd come right away, and Grushenka who lay on the bed in the next room, got up, went to the Prince, fucked, washed her pussy and went back to sleep.
Until that time Nelidowa had satisfied the whims of her mate in spite of her repulsion. She now found her satisfaction under the pushing of Gustavus' considerate shaft while Grushenka had to look forward to the short but thick prick of her master. Grushenka had never known fine people, so the rudeness of the Prince did not shock her. On the contrary his brutal force and immense vitality captured her and made her forget the repulsion which his belly might have inspired. She loved his sceptre. She began not only to massage it, but to caress it, to kiss it and she soon began to suck him. He thought first that she wanted a gift from him, perhaps one of his estates or a will made out in her favour. But when no such demands came, he felt with pleasure what a passionate, refined and loving wife he had.
Grushenka had a much easier time with him than Nelidowa used to have. The Princess always used to aggressively try to stop him from taking hold of her body with his hands, but now the Prince was stiff before Grushenka was in bed and she sat on him before he could annoy her with his hands. Besides, she fucked with so much passion that she did not mind when he squeezed her nipples while his machine was in her pussy. During the intermission, he lauded her with teasing words about her newly found temperament but hardly touched her, waiting until she would take hold of his prick again. She sometimes lay between his legs, raising his big behind with a pillow, and licked his dark brown balls with intense ardour, the hard strong smell of his balls and the odour of his rim was a sensation to her nostrils. She quivered all over and got immensely excited and worked herself up by pressing her legs close together. She did not want to follow his orders to come up and mount him; she wanted to make him come with her lips, to drink the liquid, but he never let her.
Sometimes Nelidowa would watch this scene out of curiosity, jealous that the girl enjoyed it so much. Afterwards she would pinch her and scold her about something and then again she would kiss the girl's mouth, lick her lips and teeth, because she felt the contamination of the sex excitement which had got hold of Grushenka. Sometimes she would decide to go to her husband herself, but at the last moment she would change her mind, and go to her lover. If he were not in the neighbourhood, she would have one of her maids satisfy her caprice.
All went well except for some small incidents. For example, the master would tell Grushenka something he wanted done the next day and she, not familiar with the people concerned or with the facts, would have a hard time remembering exactly what he had said. Or the Princess would be asleep when she came from the master's bedroom and she would lie awake the whole night so as not to forget. At other times, Grushenka would have a rash or pimples on her face which Nelidowa did not have, and she would be much afraid of detection in spite of the subdued light in his bedchamber.
Nelidowa told her lover the huge joke she had played on her mate and smuggled him into her own bedroom and prepared with care the comedy of watching the fucking party of her husband with Grushenka. When Gustavus arrived, she presented Grushenka to him and made him compare them to find out who was who. To her great satisfaction, he was not for a moment in doubt although they wore no clothes. The reason for his quick judgement was that Nelidowa alone spoke, while Grushenka kept silent with a smile on her lips. She wanted to please Gustavus of whom she had heard so much; she had a romantic affection for him through Nelidowa.
Grushenka liked Gustavus as soon as she laid eyes on him. He was so gracious in his movements, his bearing was elegant, his hands were white, fine and well taken care of, in great contrast to those of the Russian men. He was eager to point out differences between the two: a little mole underneath the shoulder blade, the different shape of the bust, the flavour of the hair. Of course 'his love' was more beautiful. Though this pleased her, Nelidowa had to show him that she was the mistress and Grushenka the slave. First she told him what a pig Grushenka was for liking the prick of the Prince and sucking him off, then she turned Grushenka around and around, exposing her in every fashion. Finally she pinched the girl and suggested that Grushenka prove her art by kissing his shaft, but Gustavus, ashamed of all this play, refused.
Just then a message came from the Prince, who expected the Princess. Grushenka moved her hand over her bust and belly as if she were stroking her skin, she lightly rubbed her pussy with her fingers and opened the lips a few times just to have everything ready. She then stepped into the little blue slippers and went towa
rds the bedroom of the Prince-husband. Nelidowa and Gustavus followed. Tiptoeing quietly, they took posts at the crack of the door.
Grushenka, well aware of the watchers and annoyed by the humiliation to which Nelidowa had submitted her, did not follow the usual behaviour. The lovers at the door could see the Prince on a bed with light blue silk covers, resting on his back, his fingers playing a happy rhythm on the bedsheet, his lips sensually pursed; the picture of a man who knows that he will be taken care of shortly. The door through which the lovers peeped was toward the foot of the bed, and his monstrous hairy body and big belly were plainly visible.
Grushenka leaned over and took in her left hand the big balls, caressing them while reaching underneath them and playing with her finger in his rim. Meanwhile her right hand held his prick, which she massaged. The prick was half asleep but with good inclination to wake up. The gentle treatment soon made the machine stiff. Grushenka did not kiss it; she pointed maliciously with her tongue in its direction and smacked her lips, but she did not embrace the shaft with them.
Instead, she mounted. The lovers could clearly see how she held the prick with two fingers of her right hand, how she opened her cunt with the left hand, and how Master Priapus slowly poked his nose into her love-nest. Grushenka bent forward, and giving over her splendid breasts to his grasping hands, made a few firm and deep up and down movements.
Then of a sudden, she bent back. Opening her knees as wide as possible, getting a deep hold of his machine with her cunt, she leaned so far back that her elbows almost touched her own heels. Of course the fat master was unable to reach any part of her body in this position, and groaning with excitement, he swore at her to bend forward. He used all the curse words he knew and his short arms waved with helpless strokes through the air. It was a funny picture; the riding girl with a determination on her face to squeeze his prick out with her cunt, and the pinioned monster who had to submit to his excitement, though mad to reach her. It was so funny a picture that Nelidowa and Gustavus could not restrain their giggles. Until this had happened, they had stood close together, Nelidowa holding his prick while his fingers fondled her love nest. When Grushenka had engulfed the Prince's shaft, they had keenly felt their own sex excitement.
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