CHAPTER FOURTEEN
INITIATION
It was some few days later that I came to know the larger
purpose for my presence at the Chateau Noir. I had dined
early one evening with Mlle. T., not in the great dining room
as was our custom, but in the small sitting room adjoining her
own bed chamber.
When the plates had been cleared from the small table by
the ever-silent Karl, Mlle. T. sat me on a leather upholstered
sofa, offered me a small neat brandy, and stood facing me.
"Thomas," she said. "There is an important part of our
training regimen here at the Chateau that I have not yet
mentioned to you. You are aware that our purpose and goal is
to raise up the finest courtesans in the world."
Mlle. T. turned to pace slowly back and forth before me,
as she continued. "Our girls, once they have left these
premises, will know all there is to know about pleasing a man.
They must be experts, therefore, not only in receiving
pleasure from a man, but in offering pleasure as well."
The Mistress of the Chateau Noir stopped her pacing, and
stood facing me once more. "You have seen some of the many
methods we employ here to teach our girls to enjoy the
pleasures of the flesh, but we have said little about how we
instruct our students in giving as good as they get."
Mlle. T. paused a moment for effect, then said, "And that
is why you are here, Thomas."
My mouth fell open, not comprehending what the Mistress
was saying. "You, Thomas, were sent here to my school for two
purposes. One, your uncle wished you to have some knowledge
of the world as your full adulthood approaches, and so you
were sent to me to see what you have so far seen. You will
see and know much more, if you consent to fulfil the second
purpose for your presence here."
I sat, the fine brandy in my hand forgotten, as I waited
to learn what this second purpose might be.
"The girls," said Mlle. T., finally, "at a certain stage
in their training, need first-hand experience of the male
sex."
A glimmer of what Mlle. T. might be implying sparkled at
the edge of my mind. "First-hand... physical... experience,"
added the Mistress, making her purpose clear at last.
"There is simply no substitute for it," she continued.
"And, while Karl and Alex certainly have the qualifications to
do what is necessary, they would find it all quite too
exhausting to fulfil such duties and attend to the
requirements of their regular jobs here. The male chosen
must, I feel, be someone younger, whose youthful energies can
be dedicated solely to these specialised activities in the
training of my girls. Someone like you, Thomas."
Mlle. T. sat by side now on the dark leather of the sofa.
She spoke seductively in my ear, so that I flushed warmly at
each of her words. "Think of it, Thomas!" she whispered,
intently. "You will go back into the world as knowledgeable
in the ways of love as any man alive. There will be no female
anywhere in the world that you will not know how to win. The
choice will yours, for all women will fall at your feet,
demanding the love that in all their lives only you will know
how to give."
Mlle. T. looked upon my stunned countenance for a long
moment. "Do not answer as yet, my dear boy," she said. "I
have promised your esteemed uncle that I would expose you to
at least a few of the experiences a young man should have
before entering the world. It is the least I owe him for the
many years of support he has given our school."
Before I could offer any protest or comment, Mlle. T.
clapped her hands three times, sharply, and there entered into
the room three of the Chateau's older students, these being a
blonde, a brunette, and a red-head, each appearing to be of
about nineteen-years of age. All three were dressed the usual
short tunic of wispy white silk.
"These students are to be your instructors, my dear
Thomas," said Mlle. T. "Daphne, Rebecca, and Sabrina," she
added, by was of brief introduction. As each of their names
were called, the girls shrugged out of their tunics, and
revealed themselves in all their glorious nudity. All three
had hair cut into short pageboy styles, and the colour of each
was accented by the brief shadow of matching colour between
their long legs.
Daphne and Rebecca, the blonde and the brunette,
respectively, approached my person without the slightest
hesitancy, and perfunctorily began unbuttoning my waistcoat
and shirt. The red-headed Sabrina went to work at the buttons
of my pants. I had not the opportunity to ever consider
escape, but was in the very next moment entirely as naked as
my instructresses.
My member was hugely erect before me, as the three young
women pulled me toward the Mistresses bedroom. I was somewhat
alarmed that the three obviously intended me to invade the
sanctity of their Mistress's bed for what was to follow, but
one despairing look toward the Mademoiselle herself assured me
as to her willing consent to this intrusion. Swirling her
brandy absently in the large glass snifter, she moved
unconcernedly to follow the four of us into the other room.
The girls and I fell upon the bed as one, and instantly
I felt the delicious sensation on a warm, welcoming mouth
enveloping the straining length of my ridged member. I felt
as if I might explode, so intense was the intimate caress,
one, of course, that I had never before experienced. The
other two nymphs began to offer kisses all along the rest of
my quickly overheating body. Their lips touched and sucked at
me everywhere, first up around my neck and then down across my
heaving chest to my stomach. Once, the lips of both came to
rest momentarily upon that tight, wrinkled sack beneath the
ever-straining shaft that plunged so affably within their
sister's mouth above. My fingers lightly caressed the blonde
hair of that sweet worshipper, as I felt my trembling young
balls sucked into the mouth of first one, then the other of
her two accomplices.
Suddenly, I knew my moment of crisis was approaching,
that I was about to spend my startled passion into the mouth
that was servicing me there. But at once the blonde seemed to
recognise the moment as well, and she pulled away before the
final rush had been triggered. My poor lance twitched and
throbbed in disappointment, but exulted anew as the girl swung
above me to plunge the wet sheath of her warm cunt fully down
upon the rod her young mouth had adored but a moment before.
If what I had felt before was a wonder, then what I was
experiencing now was a true miracle! Nothing I had known in
my brief life had thrilled me to this amazing extent. My
heart, my mind, my very soul echoed the cries of exquisite
pleasure that now coursed throughout my person. I felt that
I might die here and now, and be glad of it, passing into the
next life fully satisfied that I had known the absolute best
that this earthly life had to offer.
Again, the moment of my pleasure began to arrive, and
this time there was no attempt to delay its completion.
Indeed, when the knowledgeable young blonde recognised my
approaching climax, she doubled the already rapid speed of her
riding, and it was she that first achieved the state of
orgasm, writhing up high upon my passion tortured shaft to
come crashing down again with high scream of delight. This
cry triggered my own, and I felt a fiery bursting within my
straining loins that radiated throughout my entire person,
finally exploding in a huge, gushing rush of sperm from my
resounding balls up through the length of my granite-hard
prick, filling the sweet cavity of the young blonde with
juices of my own to mix with her squirted spendings from
within.
Before I came to myself, before the stars that obscured
my vision had dispersed, I felt myself being shifted over onto
my side and then over further, onto the top of one of the
other girls. I opened my eyes to find myself face to face
with the deep, brown, knowing eyes of the Rebecca, the
brunette, her arms embracing me tightly, as I felt other
feminine hands guiding my still ridged cock into the soft,
warmly engulfing, wet pussy of the girl, in the second manly
conquest of my young life.
This ecstatic ride was at a slower pace than the one that
had proceeded it. The loving hips of the young girl churned
and writhed with a deliberate, measured insistence beneath me,
while I instinctively matched pace with slow, deeply rooting
plunges from above. I have no idea how long our pleasure
simmered along below boiling point, but eventually I felt
again the ageless rise of urgency signalling a quickly
approaching eruption. The knowing young woman seemed to sense
as much, just as her sister had done a few moments before, and
the churning of her hips became a demanding series of fast,
sharp, staccato hunchings, clearly designed to pull from me
that which I was willingly about to give.
The two of us exploded and crashed together, my vision
once more becoming a bright universe of flashing stars, as I
collapsed in exquisite bliss.
Once more, I was pulled up from my repose. Rebecca and
Daphne, the two thieves of my previous virginity, held me from
each side, guiding me onto my knees before what I now saw was
the kneeing form of Sabrina, the fiery red-head. She faced
away from me, and looked at me over her shoulder. It was the
rear of this girl that was now offered me, I now understood.
But understanding was unnecessary. The slender fingers of
Sabrina's companions did the work of guiding my, as yet,
somehow unreduced erectness to its nest intended target.
For a moment, however, I suspected their aim to less than
true, for I looked down to find the tip of my young cock
nudging, not the red curl-fringed gate of the girl's cunt, but
the narrower opening above. My hips braced, lest I be prodded
from behind into entering that forbidden channel before my two
attendants noticed their mistake.
But there was no mistake. I saw the hand of the owner of
that dark passage, herself, reach from below her divided rear
to spread apart the cheeks there, and so make my entrance all
the easier. Before the shock of the realisation had passed,
the two girl pushed me from behind, and the long, hard shaft
of my manhood was plunged in a single thrust to depths of the
third young woman's waiting bottom.
The red-head threw back her head and screamed, though
with pain of pleasure I knew not. I suspect now that it was
in response to a combination of both. Encouraged by the
urging hands of the girls now at my side, I entered into a
fast, almost violent thrusting and plunging, the kneeling red-
head pushing back eagerly to meet me with each long stroke.
It was mere seconds before, for the third time within the
hour, I felt my gushing essence come rushing up and out into
a welcoming female orifice.
I was a virgin no longer. All promises from Mlle. T. to
my uncle had been satisfied, and now it was up to me as to
whether I would leave the Chateau Noir now and take my newly
acquired knowledge out into the world, or whether I would
remain, and experience far more than I could now even guess.
I made my decision even as I knelt there upon the bed, my
face cradled along the sleek, sweat-dampened back of the red-
haired young woman I had just conquered, and I communicated my
answer to Mlle. T. with a single silent look.
The Mistress of the Chateau Noir smiled her approval.
