The Carriage

Eglantine was walking with her parasol, alone as usual, in the forest of Rambouillet. She was a dreamer, a romantic who spent her afternoons in the sun, stretched out on the grass, finding shapes in the clouds. Her mother wanted to marry her to a cousin she knew nothing about. He lived far away, he was much older than her, and she didn't care much for him.
 
That day, she wanted to stop on the way. She had laid down on the side of the road and pulled her skirts up to her knees to take advantage of the sun’s rays. A coach was approaching. The sound of its wheels and horse hooves in the dry earth brought her out of her dreams. She straightened up quickly. When it rushed past her, she was surprised to see so many delicate ornaments. She had never seen one so luxurious, and yet she was from a good family.
 
The coach made a few meters then slowed down. Probably lost, she thought. A woman with a headdress as tall as a wedding cake emerged. Even though she was a little far away, Eglantine knew she was a silk dress. With her gloved hand, the woman motioned for her to approach. Eglantine hurried to meet her.
 
— What's your name, my dear? the woman said to her.
— Eglantine de Varennes, Madame.
 
The woman ogled her up and down with a slight smile.
 
— Please, she continues motioning to the door. The King would like to meet you.
— The King, you say?
— In person. Don't make him wait, my dear, hurry up.
 
This request was so fortuitous… Nothing made sense.
Stunned by the news, Eglantine climbed into the carriage. It was once inside that she realized that the curtains on the windows had misled her. The King was not waiting for her at the castle, he was sitting opposite her. She hastened to bow her head.
 
— Majesty!
— Right, right, he said. Catch your breath, Mademoiselle.
 
Eglantine took her place next to the woman. In front of her, he was sitting erect, a cane between his legs on which he rested his hands. She thought she was in a dream and quietly pinched herself. He wore a short wig with gray hair. His serious face reminded him of his father's friend. His features weren't the most graceful, and he had a slight plumpness barely concealed under a buttoned jacket. He had, however, an indisputable charisma. To the King's right was a young man whom she did not recognize. The woman tapped on the ceiling to restart the coach.
 
— If I had known Majesty, that I would have the immense privilege of speaking to you today…
— What would you have done differently? he said.
— I would have ordered madeleines for example. People say you love them. And I would have worn my best dress.
 
He glanced imperiously at her cleavage.
 
— This one perfectly fine. Don't fret.
 
The coach picked up speed.
 
— Excuse my ignorance, Majesty, but I do not know your guests.
 
The man spoke.
 
— Baron de Chablis. Nice to meet you.
— And I am his wife, the Baroness of Chablis. We have just returned from a few days in the countryside which were very appreciable.
— Very appreciable, indeed, said the King.
— Forgive me, said Eglantine, but I would like to understand the honor I’ve been given to me to share your trip.
 
The King smiled then glanced at the Baron.
 
— I like your curiosity, my dear. Come and sit here, he said, pointing to his right.  
 
The Baron swapped places with her.
She found herself so close to the King now that she dared not look at him. It was to observe her better that he made her sit down next to him. The Baron and the Baroness were also examining her, with a benevolent gaze.
 
— It is no stranger to you, my dear, that I still do not have a son.
 
She nodded.
 
— Well, he continues, it looks like this is your lucky day. How about you bear the King's Child?
 
Her heart sank. The proposal was most incongruous. He was his father's age, she had life ahead of her. She quickly looked for an idea to politely decline.
  
— Majesty, you do me a great honor, but I am already promised to a man. We are getting married shortly. I cannot decently ...
— How so? he said. My dear, think about it more at length. You would have a very special place at the King's court, for life.
 
The Baroness, seeing Eglantine's distress, reassured her.
 
— Your future husband will not mind. This is a royal request.
— Majesty, said Eglantine, why me? Are there not better families than mine for such an important task?
 
He smiled at her.
 
— My dear, you are not the first to whom I make this proposal. Some said yes but so far they have only given birth to girls. Others continue their little favors for the chance to give birth to my boy.
 
Was it crazy to refuse such an offer? Live life at the King's court… What would her parents say?
In front of her, the Baroness brought her face closer to the Baron’s, opened her mouth and kissed him obscenely, not taking her eyes off Eglantine. The latter glanced discreetly at the King to see if it bothered him but he seemed to be delighted with what was happening in front of him.
 
— See, he said, how these two love each other.
 
The Baron passed his hand through the neckline of the Baroness who let out a sigh.
 
— Have you never seen such a spectacle? he continued.
— No, Majesty, never.
— If you refuse my offer, at least you will have enjoyed your travel with us with your eyes.
 
Eglantine knew nothing about love. She heard her mother talk about it when she was drunk one night but she only was able to imagine what happens on the surface until now. She felt an exquisite warmth between her thighs. Despite the lack of manners, she wanted to see more.
The Baron undid the corset, let it fall to the ground, releasing his wife's breasts and came to lick them. Eglantine swallowed. She imagined what it would be like to feel a mouth on her chest, a tongue sliding over her skin. It was very hot all of a sudden.
The King was checking her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't see any displeasure on Eglantine's face, but a lot of curiosity, which enchanted him.
The Baron passed his hand under the skirts and plunged a finger into his wife. She gave a little cry and then gave Eglantine a mischievous look.
What was happening was incomprehensible but so pleasant. The fact that the King did not put an end to the situation made her to think her own surprise was due to her inexperience. She wanted to see the act until the end, to know what it was supposed to be like to ensure the King would be satisfied with her. Because yes, with the excitement, she had decided she would give herself to him.
 
The Baroness placed her hand on her husband's crotch. It was then that Eglantine noticed a bulge in his pants. The woman opened them up in a skilful movement and let out a sigh of pleasure. Eglantine could not take her eyes off the thing.
The King was delighted. Not only was she not afraid of it, she looked like she wanted to touch it.
The Baroness pulled up her skirts to the top. She was not wearing panties and Eglantine had a brief glimpse of her bush. She came to sit upside down on her husband's knees. In one movement, she impaled herself on him, sighing with happiness. She leaned forward a little and grabbed Eglantine's hands as if to involve her in the action. The Baron, beneath her, moaned into his mustache, giving her good thrusts with his cock. Eglantine felt a delicious pulsation, some sort of heartbeat in the hollow of her skirts. Watching the Baroness having so much pleasure made her want to join in.
 
— Isn't that divine? said the King. How are you feeling, my dear? Don't you want to try it yourself?
— I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to, Majesty.
 
The King had mischievous eyes.
The Baroness moaned even louder, lasciviously, which excited the young woman to the highest point. She wanted to feel the same, to know what it was like to feel a man in her body. The Baroness took Eglantine's hand and placed it on one of her breasts.
 
— There, she said. Like that.
 
Eglantine stroked the breast. Feeling the heat of a body other than hers under the pads of her fingers, seeing the pleasure that her curious hand gave on the face of the Baroness made her even hotter. As for the King, he could no longer hide his erection. Seeing the young woman so easily entering the game titillated him more than he could have hoped.
 
— Would you like to sit here, my dear? said the King, putting his hand on his lap.
 
Eglantine was so excited that the idea tempted her now.
 
— You mean, in the same way as Madame De Chablis? she said timidly.
— Precisely. If you fancied distracting yourself a little bit with a King…
 
She appreciated that he did not force her. She took off her panties.
 
— Majesty, dare I ask you to undo my corset?
 
The Baroness got up immediately and came to do it for her. She quickly undid the laces and knocked the corset to the ground. Eglantine got ready to sit on the King but the Baroness stopped her in her tracks.
 
— Get him out of his pants first, she said.
 
Eglantine approached the King.
 
— Can I?
 
A smile full of vice lit up the King's face.
 
— Please, do, he said between clenched teeth.
 
She did it very delicately not to hurt the King, and he was turned on even more by the time she took to open the present he was about to give her.
She grabbed his cock and pulled it straight out. She had never touched one. It never occurred to her that it could be so soft. His was a little smaller than the Baron's, but for a first time, she was almost relieved.
 
— Come, Mademoiselle, said the King, now impatient to plant himself in her body.
 
The Baroness helped her lift her skirts and, just before Eglantine impaled herself on the King, took hold of the latter's cock and led it herself into the young woman.
The pleasure he felt made him scream.
 
— Oh how narrow you are! Oh ! Velvet! I won't last long!
 
Eglantine found the sensation divine. The King was indeed not so spoiled, which helped welcoming him without difficulty.
 
— Rub yourself against him, said the Baroness,
 
Eglantine rubbed herself as best she could. She even found pleasure in doing so. The King clung to her chest, fiddling her as if he hadn't touched a young woman for a long time. Facing them, the Baroness and the Baron set to work again.
 
There were now four moaning people in that carriage. The men were lost in their pleasure, the women stared at each other, their faces contorted with desire.
 
— His cunt is so sweet! moaned the King.
— Your Majesty, you’re doing it divinely, said the Baroness.
 
The King was panting. The buttocks of the young woman came to bang against his belly, and the sight made him feverish.
The Baroness stretched out her arm and passed it under Eglantine's skirts where she found the King's cock, stiff with emotions, coming and going inside her. The young woman, knowing nothing about it, thought the Baroness was only trying to make sure the operations were running smoothly. She also enjoyed the touch of that hand there, so much so that she didn't ask her to remove it. The Baroness was actually maneuvering to get Eglantine to come.
Suddenly the King began to cry.
 
— Oh ! God Almighty ! Rah! Ah!
 
Thinking she was hurting him, the young girl did not dare to move. The Baroness redoubled her vigor to make the king believe he was pleasuring Eglantine well. She approached and focused on the young woman.
 
— Let yourself go! she said. Cum on the King.
 
She rubbed her button more rapidly. Eglantine couldn't help but stir on him again, not really knowing what “cum” meant. She thought she was fainting, dying, a new sensation ran through her whole body. She wanted to catch her breath but it was cut off, the time for a delicious moment when nothing more than this feeling between her thighs mattered. The King ejaculated in her, and she was there, offering her body to people she knew nothing about an hour ago. She began to utter little groans, masked by the cries of the Baroness who, witnessing Eglantine’s orgasm, could no longer hold it and came at the same time than her.
 
The coach smelled of debauchery. Inside, the four travellers were catching their breath.
With one hand on her buttocks, the King requested Eglantine to get up. His shiny cock was still oozing.
 
— I think my son was born here. My word ! You made me lose my mind!
— Sorry Majesty.
— What do you mean sorry? Don't talk nonsense, my dear. I would do it all over again if I could!
 
He ran a hand on the chest of Eglantine, as its new owner. She was thrilled she was able to satisfy the King.
The Baron, silent until now, spoke:
 
— Very good choice, Majesty. This young woman knows how to drive a man crazy with her eyes.
— Oh, rascal, you! said the King. Looking at her helped you finish your task, didn’t it!
— Undoubtedly.
— Well, well. The day has only just begun. If she's in the mood, maybe she'll satisfy you once again when we arrive.
 
The King glanced proudly at his new conquest.
 
Eglantine understood that the King lent his women to his friends and the idea, instead of shocking her, enchanted her.
 
 
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