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Madame Du Charmesse and Her Lovely Cunt

The lady suffered a terrible fever--and her pretty nurse should
know....


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Madame Du Charmesse and Her Lovely Cunt

(F, FF)
By: Punchinello



Veronaisse, France, 1770

In her private chambers, inside the house of Du Charmesse, the
beautiful Madame Du Charmesse sat before her mirror, pondering the
latest proposal of the Count Vinois for her daughter's hand. In her
hand she held a brush, as though about to stroke the long, brown hair
upon her head but only sat in thought, frozen in indecision.

"Good nurse?" she called.

"Madame?" answered her daughter's pretty nurse, poking her head in the
doorway.

"Where is my daughter, my sweet child?"

"Oh, I'll be a fool, madame, but I don't know. She was hereabout not
long ago...."

"Never mind, Julia. She'll come along."

"Indeed she will, madame," Julia agreed, then added slyly, "Perhaps
she has gone to visit with that Vinois."

"Nurse," Madame Du Charmesse said slowly, dragging the brush through
her long brown hair. "I would speak to you about just that. Come,
brush my hair for me."

"Indeed madame," Julia said, closing the door behind her. "A pleasure
is it to stroke so fair a head." She took the brush in one hand and
the lengthy locks in the other.

"Oh, dear, you flatter me," the lady said.

"But no," the young nurse smiled warmly, "'tis quite a pretty thing,
as fine as any in the city. And that I've heard from kitchens down to
urchins." She brushed her mistress's hair with tender care.

"Oh, my daughter far outshines me in my age," Madame Du Charmesse
protested. "And she is of a pretty age now days."

"You do yourself injustice, madame. Even now you are but two and
thirty years--still a pretty age--without a blemish anywhere about
you. No girl of just sixteen, since Lammastide--oh, and that's just a
fortnight past, now--no girl of just sixteen can quite compare."

"How do you mean? She a fine thing, fit for marrying, don't you
think?"

"Oh, yes, milady," said the nurse, going on about her brushing. "Fit
for it, indeed. Why you yourself, and I as well, were hard-pressed by
suitors at her age--and was my back sore for it! But well-grown were
we, and it was plain to see--and so remains--" She hefted her youthful
bosom in her hands for emphasis and to see her lady giggle lightly.
"But Yvette, she's just now firming up her tender breasts--they've yet
to suckle any boy, besides a baby. And her thighs--I doubt she could
withstand a full night's romping from a keen and eager fellow."

"Nursey!" gasped the lady, more in delight than shock. She half-turned
to show her look of mock-displeasure.

"Oh, 'tis true, madame," the younger woman averred. "And County Vinois
is an eager fellow, to judge by the bulge of his breeches. But you,
madame," she cooed and wrapped her arm about her mistress. "Why you,
with pinkish cheek and rosy lip, with ample breast and rounded hip--"
She ran her hand lightly over her lady's curvaceous frame, "--could
field a pair of farmer's sons, I'll warrant, and still have breath to
bed young Tysto."

"Julia, he's my nephew!" She rocked herself to and fro, tittering
foolishly.

"Madame, please forgive," the maid entreated laughingly. "But, you
must admit, it surely would be sporting...."

"Yes, but--by my troth, girl, I should think it--" She bit her lip to
keep from saying 'incest.'

Julia did it for her. "Incest? Madame, thinking isn't incest," Julia
blurted. She lay down the brush and put both arms around her mistress.
She put her cheek to her lady's and together they peered into the
mirror. "And there's little, by my broad front, I'd warrant he hasn't
thought...." Julia's eyes twinkled with devilish innuendo.

"Julia, no...." Madame Du Charmesse protested modestly.

"...Or dreamed of doing...." She peered down the lady's loose bodice
openly, leering like a boy, even coaxing it out away from her
mistress's soft throat to get a better look at the firm round breasts
and red nipples standing out upon them.

"You don't imagine....?" began Madame Du Charmesse, laying her hand on
Julia's hip.

"Such fine fruits are ripe for any man's picking, madame," her nurse
observed. "A taste of these should not be denied any tongue that dared
imagine."

"Nursey...Tysto?" Her soft eyes sparkled.

"And many more, I'll warrant. See for yourself." She deftly untied the
lacings at the bodice of her lady's gown. "See their shape? Their
pallid softness?" They were indeed wonderfully round, creamy white
like moons, and soft as fresh butter. "Feel them as though you were
another, imagine these another's breasts...." She put her lady's hands
upon them, caressing them herself.

Madame Du Charmesse submitted, timidly fondling her round bosoms,
staring at them in the mirror. "Oh, Julia," she breathed.

"Compare, milady, if you will...." And Julia quickly undid the buttons
down her own dress, freeing her heavy breasts too. "See how they
hang?" she asked, handling them. "This I get from suckling little
Yvette after my own Simone passed on to Heaven--God rest her pretty
soul. A saucy bitch was Yvette; I have a scar upon my nipple, here, to
show for her eager mouth." She bent to show the little scar to Madame
Du Charmesse, holding her heavy pap close by the lady's face. "But
your own," she went on, "have no such blemish. They do not sag, but
rather point straight out, like merry fellows, noses red with too much
wine, and cute enough to pinch." She tweaked the lady's nipple with a
grin, its rosy bead grown hard in the cool air.

"Pray, Julia, don't," the lady said, coyly covering her bosoms with
her hands. "Your breasts are just as pretty, and larger still."

"Oh no, madame," the maid denied. "Yours are finer, nobler teats; for
suckling lovers rather than a babe." She smiled through her teasing.
She sat down upon the dressing stool beside her and moved her lady's
hand, caressed the soft flesh, dragged her finger around the nipple.
"Compare them both," she invited with earnest warmth. "Touch mine."

Madame Du Charmesse raised her slender hand in timid curiosity, slow
but sure of its intent. She wet her lips with a quick pink tongue, her
eyes large with apprehension. Then she touched her nurse's soft pink
breast, stroked it, toyed with the nipple. Her other hand petted her
own in long, loving circles.

"Your nipple stands forth more firmly, eager for a kiss," the nurse
observed.

"Yours merely needs...encouragement," The lady breathed. She touched
her finger to her tongue and used its moistness to coax the nurse's
nipple to erection. The pretty nurse stiffened and breathed sharply,
moaning a soft moan.

Then Julia bent slowly, drawing her hand lightly down her lady's pale
throat, between her breasts, down to her quivering navel. She breathed
hotly upon the flesh of her mistress' red-flushed tit and saw the
gooseflesh rise.

"They desire the suckling denied them of Yvette," she whispered.

"Oh, Julia, no," Madame Du Charmesse objected weakly. Then the first
hot kisses came, warm and wet and teasing. "Oh, please," she breathed.

Tenderly the pretty nurse satisfied the wanton nipples, tonguing
circles round them, slowly caressing them. Madame Du Charmesse lay
back, hanging onto Julia for support, caressing her bare back. The
servant put one leg between her mistress', parting her thighs
slightly, bettering her support. She pushed the gown off Madame Du
Charmesse's white shoulders, kissed the flesh revealed there, and
sighed hotly as she nuzzled her slender neck.

"Oh my dear Julia, no," the lady panted. "This is a sin as sure as
any."

But the younger woman pushed the gown down farther, until her lady was
naked to the waist. "Say nothing, madame, and the angels will not
hear," she whispered, kissing her throat, her jaw, flicking her tongue
across her lady's moist lips.

The lady moaned pitifully, like a small animal in a snare. Much more,
she knew, and there would be no return, she would surely burst and cry
out in rapture. Already the nurse's knee pressed her thighs further
apart. Already the nectar inside her began to flow, dampening her
petticoat. Already Julia's free hand unlaced the fancy underskirt,
creeping closer to its goal inside her gown, pressing against her
warm, perspiring skin. Already the young maid's lips pressed against
hers; the young maid's tongue sought hers; the young maid's lust
spurred hers.

With a gasp, a deep-throated groan, Madame Du Charmesse pushed her
passionate attendant away. "No!" she gasped. "I cannot, Julia. 'Tis
not proper." Her wide, dark eyes were damp and starry.

"As you will, madame," Julia murmured, averting her gaze. Rising, she
drew her dress together to cover herself. "I am sorry. I did not
mean--"

"The fault does not lie solely with you, Julia dear," her mistress
assured her, sweeping back her hair. "Go now; attend to your duties.
Find my daughter."

"I will, madame," Julia spoke quietly, doing up her buttons.

"From now on," Madame Du Charmesse said. "We must only be servant and
mistress."

"Yes madame."

"You are my maidservant and nurse."

"Of course, madame." She went quickly, not looking back as she shut
the door behind her.



But Madame Du Charmesse did not adjust her gown. She did not lace up
her bodice. Instead, she stood and let fall her gown. She went to the
bed, then, half nude, touching her bare breast, and shuffled out of
her petticoat. Gloriously revealed, plainly and utterly naked, she lay
upon the bed.

With one hand upon her pointed tit and one upon her moist female
mound, she caressed herself. She cast back her head in total abandon
and rubbed the fleshly lips in carnal pleasure. She moaned and bit her
soft red lip, dreaming wicked, lecherous fantasies, and gave herself
over completely to her lewd desires.

So engrossed was she with her indulgence that she did not note the
quiet opening of the chamber door or the soft tread of foot across the
threshold. Indeed, just then, even as Julia, the daring girl, crossed
over the threshold did her lady, heedless, cross the threshold of
rapture to be swallowed up by limitless ecstasy. She writhed and
bucked with great groans of pleasure, arching her back like a
magnificent mare rearing in spirited sport.

Again and again she thrust her hips up, rubbing ardently, moaning out
in reverie while Julia stepped back against the door, smiling,
staring, panting. Her own hand fell to her girlish favors. She pressed
her hand between her thighs even as her lady did, bit her lip, gasped
for breath through flaring nostrils. She saw the dampness between her
lady's legs and stared in fascination.

As her lady cooled, the beads of sweat glistening on her soft, glowing
skin, Julia stepped forward. Thinking quickly, she reached back for
the door handle and opened and shut quickly, then strode across the
floor to her lady's bed. Madame Du Charmesse started suddenly, cast
her gaze at the door in alarm, and moved to cover herself out of
chagrin.

"Milady," Julia twittered, "have you taken ill?" She came so quickly
to the bedside that Madame Du Charmesse had no time to turn the
coverlet or take up her petticoat where it lay.

"No, dear child," her lady protested, still looking for a method by
which to cover her nakedness. "It is nothing. Do not bother her. I
will be fine."

Julia touched her forehead. "You are!" she squeaked. "Milady, you are
burning up with fever! Allow me to examine you," Julia smiled. The two
women looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"I-- I don't know," Madame Du Charmesse said with a worried look.

"But I am your nurse, madame," Julia said in plain-faced honesty.

"Yes," Madame said at last. And she lay back completely, spread bare
for her maidservant.

Julia ran her hands lightly over the lady's nude form. She touched her
breasts and belly, causing the lady to breathe more heavily and watch
her nurse more closely. "My," Julia said, "what a pounding heart." She
bent to listen to beat, pressing her cheek to her mistress's bare
breast, warm and soft. "My, my."

Next, the younger woman caressed her lady's sides and hips. "You are
very warm all over, madame," she said softly.

"Yes," Madame admitted, "everywhere." She bit her lip as her servant
paused over her thick, curly bush.

"And moist," Julia said. "I would say you have a fever." She pressed
her face very close to the lady's open legs, close enough to smell the
musty scent of lust.

"Oh, Julia," Madame Du Charmesse breathed.

"Tell me where it hurts, madame," the girl asked. She cupped the
woman's breasts in both hands. "Here?" The lady shook her head. Julia
pinched the nipples. "Even now?" Still the lady shook her head and
looked away. Julia smiled and pressed her warm, slender hands into the
lady's sides. "Here?" she asked.

"No, not at all," the lady said.

Julia slid her hand down further, through the thick curls at the curve
of Madame's belly, and pressed her hand between the lady's legs to cup
her swollen twat. "And here?" Madame could only moan softly. Julia
smiled. "I believe we have found the source of your troubles, madame,"
she smiled.

"Oh, yes, nursey," the lady moaned.

Julia leaned close. "The body has many humours," she said. "You're
privates are nearly soaked. The only way to test the nature of the
humour is... taste."

"Taste?"

"Oh yes, madame," the nurse claimed. "Salty or sweet, tart or sour.
It's the only way."

"Oh my."

Julia bent between her mistress's legs and brushed back her hair. She
spread the lady's swollen lips apart and slipped her tongue into the
warm, wet groove. Madame Du Charmesse groaned with pleasure. "Oh,
Julia," she breathed. "Oh, my darling girl. Taste me deeply. Drink my
wetness."

Julia's tongue slid up and down the lady's slit, lapping up the juicy
goodness and making the woman writhe and moan. Then Madame took the
girl in her arms and raised her up. "But my sweet nurse," she said,
"you are warm also. Surely you have a fever as well."

"Do I madame?" the girl asked. And they came together in a soft,
luscious kiss, with full lips and warm tongues.

"I want to taste you also," Madame said. "I want to taste your sweet
humours."

Julia stood erect and undid the buttons she had buttoned up only
minutes before. Her dress fell away around her and revealed again the
heavy breasts with hard nipples that Madame had held. She climbed atop
her lady and positioned her warm, pink slit over the lady's face.
Madame brought her down to her mouth like a hungry child, licking the
flowing juices.

"Unh! Oh! Yes!" gasped Julia. "Oh, madame!" Then she dived down into
the lady's warm sex and began to lap again at the thick wetness there.

The two women writhed together in ecstasy, sucking each other's pink
treasure boxes and rocking their hips in lewd unison. But Madame Du
Charmesse's lust was greater, and her nurse's tongue was quicker and
more eager. Soon, Madame could do nothing more than gasp and moan,
"Yes, Julia! Oh, my pretty darling!" She began to tremble under the
cruel focus of Julia's pink lash. "Don't stop, darling! Oh! Suck it!
My fever is about to break! Suck my pretty pink button!" Julia covered
Madame's pussy with her mouth and sucked hard on the hot, hard button
of her clit. Her mistress cried out in total abandon, gasping
uncontrollably, clutching at her naked body, and bucking hard. "Oh!
Oh, yes! It's perfect! It's so good!"

But their fun wasn't over yet. Even as Madame's sexual bliss subsided,
her pulled her nurse down to her mouth again and resumed the lusty
tasting she had done before. Julia tossed her head and groaned in
grateful pleasure. "Oh, madame," she cooed. "What pleasure! Your
tongue is-- is-- oh! Oh!" She bit her lip and rode her lady's tongue
with soft whimpers. She rocked her hips and sighed heavily. Her heavy
breasts hung down and swayed with the motion of her body as she slowly
fucked her mistress's face.

At last, Julia's body trembled and shook. "Oh mistress! Oh, milady!
Oh! That's it! You've found it! Oh! What bliss!" Her juices poured out
over Madame Du Charmesse's tongue, sticky sweet and tangy like spiced
honey. "Oh yes, madame! Don't stop! Thrust your tongue, madame! It's
wonderful!" And she collapsed upon the noble woman, writhing in
absolute pleasure, their naked bodies mingling and tangling in wild
abandon.

They arranged themselves again so that they might look into one
another's eyes, overcome with weariness and perspiration. "What
wondrous pleasure you've given me, nursey. Never have I known such
completeness," Madame said softly.

"Thank you madame," Julia said. "The pleasure was mine. Feeling your
tongue inside me was utter bliss."

"Oh, you naughty thing," her mistress chided. But they came together
in a soft, sensual kiss, tasting one another together, sex and saliva
in one decadent moment.

Julia rose and began to dress. "You'll need a full recovery," she
advised. The nurse turned the coverlet and let her lady wriggle
underneath. "You must stay abed the rest of the day." She covered her
slowly. "Find some activity to keep you engaged."

"Yes," the lady smiled.



Not long after, Yvette appeared in her doorway. "I picked flowers in
the garden, beautiful flowers," the girl sang. She threw her arms
around her mother. Her flesh was still warm and moist with her spent
passion. "The day is glorious, simply glorious! But why are you abed,
madame?" the girl asked innocently. "You are not ill, I trust?"

"No, child, no," said her mother, brushing the hair back from her
face. "Nurse Julia has inquired. She only recommends a little rest."

Yvette smiled. "Do recover quickly. There is the ball tonight, and you
simply cannot miss it."

Madame took her daughter's hand. "There is a matter I must discuss
with you, a pressing matter."

"What is it?" asked the maiden.

"There is a man, the County Vinois," the lady began. "He has inquired
after you. It seems his heart beats only for your face. He seeks a
wife, you know, and fancy has taken him to you. He is a noble fellow,
the very portrait of a man, as any artist might set down."

"Indeed?"

"Indeed. Tonight he'll be with others in our hall, to drink the wine
and dance. Peruse him at your leisure, catch his eye; he's sure to be
the one who hangs most near. Measure yourself against his person, my
daughter, and ask what better match you'll find. I was close about
your age when I took wedding vows and learned the delights of the
marriage bed. Feast upon attentions, and dream about a wifely role."

"I will look," said Yvette. "And I will read what interest there I
can. I'll taste if he be sour or sweet."

"Go then, my dear," the lady smiled. "Find happiness tonight." They
embraced warmly again.

Yvette turned to go, and then turned back. "Mother, would you have me
send nursey back in to attend to you? You are still quite warm."

Madame Du Charmesse smiled. "In a little while, darling. I'm afraid
she's rather worn herself out for the moment."


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