Chapter 7
A weekend with friends
The week when I would sit the all-important exams was rapidly approaching. There was just one weekend left to get ready. But Mirabelle and Sylvie didn't intend to spend the weekend studying. They agreed with their parents that it was better to clear the mind from all exam worries than to cram until the last minute, and planned to spend the weekend in the mountain hut. They would leave Friday afternoon and return on Sunday. Mirabelle told me with a wink that I was welcome to join them.
None of us had a driver's license and getting there by public transport would be more complicated than the car journey of about two hours. First we would have to take a train to Paris, then cross the town to get to Gare du Nord from where we would take another train to Tracy-le-Mont. From there it would be a hike of roughly half an hour to the hut. I told Mirabelle that I would travel to Paris with them but planned to spend the weekend in the capital.
After getting permission from my parents, I phoned Ramon with the good news. He told me to go to Gare du Nord with my friends, he would meet me there. "I know a very nice restaurant nearby, called 'La Marmite'. We'll have an early dinner there and then we can spend the rest of the evening together without any interruptions."
When I told my friends that Ramon had invited me for dinner at a place called 'La Marmite', Sylvie's eyes widened. "La Marmite! That's one of the best restaurants in Paris. That's where the rich and famous go! What are you going to wear? You can't walk in there with your hiking boots!"
I did a mental search of my wardrobe but couldn't think of anything suitable for such a place. I discarded the idea of wearing the outfit Charlotte had given me for the evening at 'Le Club' a second time. When I told them, I didn't have anything suitable to wear and would ask Ramon to take me to a simpler place, Sylvie decided this wasn't an option. She volunteered to lend me one of her dresses, but warned me it might look a little short on me and it might feel quite tight around my chest. I accepted her offer without having seen the dress she had in mind. Sylvie would bring it with her when we met for the journey to Paris.
When I left my travel companions at Gare du Nord, I wished them an enjoyable weekend and they wished me the same. They said they wanted to meet Ramon and insisted that I bring him to the waterfall the following day. I promised to try but said I couldn't guarantee we'd actually come. Both of them had listened with a certain amount of scepticism to my stories about the size of Ramon's penis and probably thought a visit to the waterfall would give them a chance to check how much I had exaggerated. Mirabelle gave me detailed instructions on how to find the hut, just in case.
In the tiny booth inside the ladies' toilets, I took off my hiking clothes and took out the dress which Sylvie had brought along for me to wear. I could imagine how attractive she would look wearing this dress: thin shoulder straps, a deep cleavage and a narrow skirt. I decided to wear the dress right on my naked skin, with nothing underneath. As I pulled it over my head, I could feel that it would be a tight squeeze for my breasts. There wasn't any mirror inside the booth so I had to go to the sink area to see myself. I was pleased; the dress made me look really sexy, showing off my full breasts, my womanly hips, and covering my thighs only halfway down. I put on a little make-up and went to meet Ramon.
'La Marmite', in spite of its humble name, is one of the most luxurious Gourmet restaurants in Paris. At the time we arrived the customers consisted mostly of business executives on travel expenses. Later in the evening there would be a completely different clientele. This is when elegantly dressed amorous couples come here for a meal between love bouts. I remembered having once read an article which stated that in Paris the most popular time for making love was before dinner. This, the author concluded, explained why Parisians ate so late - and so much.
When we were lead to our table, heads turned our way. I could feel the other guest's eyes on my flimsy dress and on everything that lay underneath it. When I sat down I realized how short Sylvie's dress was. It was almost impossible to find a comfortable position without risking that someone could get a glimpse at my pussy.
When our starters arrived I asked Ramon, "How is the Coquilles St. Jacques?" because that's what he was having.
"Oh, very good," he replied, "and how is the coquille of Sainte Jacqueline?"
His question stunned me for a moment, then I said, "Hot and juicy, waiting for the visit from a big fish. Would you like to taste it?"
I couldn't believe I was saying this, but as he answered, "Yes, I would like that very much," I felt I had no choice. I moved the hem of my dress up a little further, then plunged two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out again, checking if anybody had seen what was going on. I offered Ramon my fingers across the table and he licked them eagerly and sucked them into his mouth.
"Hmm," he said, "that tastes lovely. I think I'll have some of that for desert."
"Only some of it?" I enquired.
"Well, actually, I think I'll have all of it. And everything that comes with it."
I closed my eyes, casting my mind back to the first night we spent together and how he had devoured my pussy and everything that came with it.
Ramon brought me back to the present, saying, "Your nipples are about to burn two holes into your dress."
I looked at myself and found that the tight dress was clinging to my breasts like a second skin, moulding their shape perfectly. My dark areolas were clearly visible through the thin fabric and my swollen nipples were putting a severe strain on it. I felt uncomfortable. Maybe my exhibitionist streak had got the better of me.
"Do you think I look like a slut?" I asked.
"I don't like that word. It belongs in the vocabulary of hypocrites," he answered. "When a woman uses her physical assets to gain an advantage, they call her a whore, when she has sex for her own enjoyment, they call her a slut. What do they want? A woman accepting sex as a necessary evil, as part of the duties of a devout wife? No, I think you look very seductive."
While we were eating our main course, he elaborated on his answer. "The whole question of clothes, particularly women's attire, is part of a game of hide and seek, or better, hide and reveal. A woman decides what to wear by a number of criteria. It must make her feel good; the parts which are in direct contact with her body must touch her in a way to remind her that she is a sensual being; the clothes must hug her figure, make her feel attractive, desirable.
"This feeling of being attractive changes her appearance, her attitude to her surroundings. She gives the impression of someone who wants to be noticed, who wants to be complimented on her good looks, either in words or by glances, and in order to make sure she is noticed she selects clothes which reveal some of her beauty but hide the rest.
"The man who is lucky enough to meet such a woman, feasts his eyes on the parts which are revealed and pictures the hidden parts in his imagination. In our fantasy everything is perfect, so the woman, even though she may have some flaws - not everybody can be as perfect as you - turns into a goddess, which the man sets out to conquer.
"When the woman realizes that she is being desired by the man, her body reacts. The heart starts to beat faster, pumping more blood into her veins. She blushes, her whole body tingles with desire, her breasts swell, her breathing becomes deeper, the nipples harden and her pussy starts to get moist."
"My god," I said, "you almost made me come just by talking about my body."
In fact, I was experiencing all the sensations he had listed, only much, much stronger than any words could describe.
"The man," he continued, "notices this change in the woman and reacts to it. His heart also beats harder, pumping more blood into his penis and it gets hard."
"Is your cock hard?" I interrupted his flow.
Heads on the table near us were turning. In my excitement I had spoken much louder than necessary.
"It's almost lifting the table," he said with a smile.
Oh, how I wanted to push this table out of the way, release his cock from its prison and let him make love to me there and then on the floor of this posh restaurant!
Ramon must have sensed how excited I was, how desperate I wanted him to fuck me. He tried to cool things down a little, continuing his observations.
"It's quite possible that the reason why women sometimes take so long to get ready, why they stand in front of their wardrobe, agonizing about what to wear, is because they want to get this chemistry going. They want to be dressed to attract the male. Men don't have this problem. On the whole, one could say the human species survives because the female attracts, not because the male conquers. Some people may not like me saying this, but women are really the stronger sex. Men have all the fun and hardly any work. The only thing they contribute to the survival of the species is their seed."
I was amazed. His views weren't all that different from those of Charlotte. But she didn't think men were able to give women any pleasure in the process. And that's where she was wrong. I was definitely looking forward to another memorable night with the 'useless male' sitting across the table from me.
Ramon kissed me and traced the shape of my body with his hands but didn't seem to have any intention of removing my dress. He carried me up the stairs, put me down on the bed, undressed and lay down next to me.
He said, "I want you to make love to me while you're still wearing this seductive dress."
He lay on his back, his eager member poking holes into the air. He pulled me on top of him and lifted the hem of my dress just enough to allow me to straddle him and position the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. His size wasn't as much of a problem as it had been on our first encounter, but he still filled me to the maximum and it took some patient wriggling and grinding until I was able to take his full length. It was a wonderful sensation, being fully impaled on his cock yet completely in control.
"You look unbelievably sexy." He smiled at me, "Fully dressed, but completely available. I think you deserve to see yourself."
He pushed a button somewhere in the top part of the bed. Some of the panels which I had taken for a textile wall-covering slid to the side, revealing the mirror-covered wall. I barely recognized the woman I saw in that mirror: she was an irresistible seductress, wearing a dress which emphasised every curve in her body. Her breasts were putting a severe strain on the fabric and her nipples were almost piercing the dress. She was exactly the kind of woman my father would have called a wanton slut.
But I was completely insensitive to my father's twisted value system. All my senses were concentrated on the enormous pleasure I felt having Ramon's cock deeply rooted between my legs. I ran my hands over my breasts, lingering a little on my nipples and then moved down, wanting to play with my clitoris. But as I lifted the hem of the dress, Ramon stopped me. "No, no, my dear. We don't want any gratuitous nudity here. This is a respectable bed."
As I rocked gently back and forth, I could feel his cock move inside me ever so slightly. Gradually, my movements picked up speed, but I never let things go too far. I wanted to make this last forever. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life with his cock buried deep inside me. Seeing how much I enjoyed being in control, Ramon taught me how I could 'milk his cock', as he called it, by contracting my pussy muscles around his member.
"There isn't a man in the world who can resist this for very long," he told me. I tried it, but was careful to stop whenever I felt he was about to come. I gave him a few minutes rest and then started again to knead his cock in my tight love tunnel. When I thought I had played my cruel game long enough I rode him with vigour and determination. I lifted myself up and then plunged down on his cock. He arched his back up and shot his load deep into my soaking wet pussy. I thought the flow of hot semen and my waves of orgasm would never end. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him. After a while Ramon helped me take off Sylvie's dress. I spent the rest of the night in my 'normal' naked state.
When we woke up the next morning we prepared a cock-and-pussy sandwich - Ramon feeding me his cock while he devoured my pussy. After a hearty breakfast we set off for Tracy-le-Mont to meet Sylvie and Mirabelle and their boyfriends - I had managed to persuade Ramon to accept their invitation.
There was no sign of anybody at the hut when we got there. We assumed they had gone to the waterfall and followed the path which started near the hut, winding its way upward through lush vegetation until we could hear the sound of water cascading down into a pond. On the clearing next to the pond we could see two naked couples lying in the grass, making love, oblivious to anything going on around them. Apparently, the two boys were staying in the hut with their girlfriends and hadn't bothered to put up the tent. That meant they no longer had the shelter of the tent and had to make love in the open air, in full view of each other and anybody else who might happen to pass by.
I was tempted to just walk into the clearing and announce our arrival, probably giving them a little fright in the process, but Ramon stopped me.
"I'm sure you wouldn't want to be interrupted so rudely when you're enjoying yourself."
So we settled down under some trees near the edge of the clearing, where we could watch what was going on without being noticed. Seeing those four naked bodies, seeing my best friends being fucked in the open air, and knowing that there was a risk, no matter how small, that they might be discovered by some hiker, aroused me tremendously. I tried to undress Ramon and start our own love-making session right there, but he shushed me and told me to be patient. Eventually I settled on sitting in front of him, so I could rub my bottom against his awakening cock and give him a chance to slide his hands underneath my blouse and play with my breasts while we watched the two couples in action.
I was already getting quite horny and could distinctly feel Ramon's erection when Mirabelle's partner got up and ran into the water. She followed him soon after. Then Sylvie and her partner joined them in the pool. Since they were no longer making love, Ramon thought it okay to come out of our hiding place but suggested I go first on my own.
As I stepped into the clearing, waving to Sylvie and Mirabelle, the two boys looked slightly alarmed, not knowing what to make of my sudden appearance in their secret spot. They relaxed when the girls told them I was the friend they had been expecting.
Mirabelle asked, "Didn't you bring your boyfriend?"
"I did. He's waiting behind the trees. We didn't know if it's okay for him to see you like this."
Mirabelle and Sylvie looked at each other, then they shrugged and said, "Why not?"
Ramon had heard our exchange and came out from behind the trees, shouting hello to everybody and introducing himself. Mirabelle told him everybody's names and invited us into the water. I didn't need a second invitation to get undressed. As I did, I noticed that both Jean-Paul and Guy watched me with great interest.
It turned out that Ramon had - without me noticing it - put on a pair of swimming trunks back at his apartment. He walked towards the water and didn't seem to have any intention of taking off his trunks, which caused a huge storm of protest from everybody, including myself. Bowing to the 'popular request', as he called it, he took off his trunks, smiling. He had been teasing us to see how my friends would react. His cock was no longer hard but I could see Mirabelle and Sylvie staring at him, open-mouthed.
But as we joined the rest of the group in the cold water, his member shrank rapidly. In fact, I don't think I had ever seen it that small. I still remember how I got worried, wondering whether it would ever recover its normal size. But when we left the pool and dried each other with the towels we had brought along, it grew rapidly and I could soon feel its tip poking against my abdomen. We were the first couple to find a comfortable spot in the grass.
It was the first time I made love in the open air (I didn't count the couple of stunts beneath the bushes in the park in Villiers as love making) and I got a tremendous turn-on from this close contact with nature. It was also the first time that other people could actually watch while Ramon fucked me, although everybody behaved very civilized and kept their distance from the other couples. Sylvie and Mirabelle confessed later that they did occasionally check what we were doing and I admitted that I had been glancing at them too.
During one of the breaks Guy produced a camera and asked me to take a picture of the four standing side by side with the waterfall and pond in the background. I also took pictures of each couple in a more intimate position. Then Guy took some pictures of the 'three graces' and eventually they wanted to snap me and Ramon. We stood there facing the camera, Ramon's arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist. Guy thought this was too tame and wanted a more sexy position. I just knelt down and took Ramon's cock into my mouth which drew some gasps from Sylvie, and Mirabelle joked, "Are you going to show this one to your dad, Jacqueline?"
The mention of my father made me suggest to take a picture of the three women fully clothed so I could show something to my parents. Everybody else grumbled at the idea but in the end Sylvie and Mirabelle agreed to get dressed for a respectable photograph with me. As soon as that was accomplished we shed our clothes again and returned to our sex games with our respective partners. We enjoyed ourselves until the sunlight started to fade. Then we got dressed and returned to the hut. Ramon and I got back into his car and returned to Paris.
Puchero Argentino, or simply Puchero, is considered the national dish of Argentina. It is a combination of various types of meat, several kinds of vegetables and chick peas, all stewed together. It's hardly ever prepared by just one person and never eaten alone. Friends and family members get together to cook it, and later share it. It's more than just a meal, it's a celebration of life.
That's what Ramon taught me on our way back to Paris.
This short lesson on Argentine cuisine was followed by the announcement that his friends Pablo and Rui would be coming to the apartment the next day and the three would prepare their national dish. I wouldn't need to do anything, just enjoy the finished product. I wasn't very pleased about the prospect of not having Ramon to myself, but we had just spent most of the day in the company of my friends. How could I possibly object to spending a day with his friends?
It may have been my fear of being deprived of his undivided attention which made me start our carnal celebrations early the following morning. I didn't stay in bed, as I usually did, when I heard him rise. I got up as well and soon pinned him down on a chair, wiggling my breasts in front of his face, inviting him to kiss them and mounting his cock. Oh, how I loved the feeling of having his hardness planted deep inside me. It was one of the things in life I thought - and still think - I could never get enough of. How wrong Charlotte had been with her tirades against the 'penetration conspiration'! Wasn't that what the female body was made for? To give shelter to these wonderful male aggressors?
I had been sliding up and down on Ramon's shaft for some time when the doorbell rang. I didn't feel like stopping so soon and Ramon didn't make a move.
"Don't worry," he said, "they've got a key." That solved one problem, but could I just carry on as if nothing had happened? Ramon had frowned upon me hiding from his friend Pablo just because I was naked, but could we just let the two watch us making love? Well, wasn't that what we had done yesterday - make love in full view of everybody else? Yes, but then we weren't the only ones. The others were doing the same thing. How would Pablo and Rui react when they saw me fucking their friend?
Ramon must have read my thoughts because he said, "I'll send them to the kitchen." That solved my dilemma - at least for the moment.
I had my back to the door and didn't see them enter, but they could clearly see us and knew immediately what we were up to.
"Sorry, don't let us interrupt you," someone said. And Ramon answered, "Make yourself useful and prepare breakfast for all of us. I've been too busy to do it."
I hated the idea of interrupting our love-making, of stopping without having reached a climax, but I realized that I wouldn't be able to carry on as if they didn't exist. It wasn't that I felt apprehensive about them seeing me naked. I was a little worried about what they might think of me if they saw me ride Ramon's cock in shameless pursuit of my orgasm, but the main reason was that I didn't want to appear selfish, occupying Ramon exclusively for my own enjoyment. I decided to let both of us experience a satisfying orgasm before we joined his friends for breakfast. Using the technique Ramon had taught me only a couple of days ago, I squeezed and kneaded his cock with my pussy muscles. I could tell from his face that I was achieving the desired effect. Just as he had said, there isn't a man in the world who can resist.
Ramon was swept away by the pleasure I was inflicting on him as I rode his rod, moving rapidly up and down, causing his cock to thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I reached my climax as he shot his hot sperm into my pussy. He kissed me tenderly, as if to thank me for the good deed I had done to him.
I knew I wouldn't feel comfortable meeting his friends with the mixture of our love fluids oozing from my pussy, so I decided to have a quick shower before joining them. While I was in the shower, Ramon came into the bathroom and told me that one important ingredient for the Puchero was still missing. He was going to look for it, but it might take some time, this being a Sunday. In any case, he would be back as soon as possible. But, not to worry, Pablo and Rui would look after me.
I found the last part a little strange. Why would they need to look after me? At this stage, I knew my way around the apartment. It had become my home away from home for the last three weekends. It was probably just his way of reassuring me that I wouldn't be left on my own.
The knowledge that I would be in the company of his two friends - one of whom I hadn't even met yet - without Ramon being present, gave me a new dilemma. Could I just walk out of here without a stitch on and join them for breakfast? What would they think of me? Should I get dressed like 'normal' people do when they meet someone they hardly know? I decided to opt for a middle path. I wrapped myself in a towel which I fastened in front. This way, I was covered but I kept casual about it.
Pablo and Rui had already finished their breakfast and were preparing a few things for the big meal they were going to cook. They had laid one place on the table for me and put a single red rose on my plate. Pablo introduced me to Rui as 'la chica mas guapa del mundo' - the most beautiful girl in the world. As I was digging into my breakfast - it's amazing how good sex stimulates your appetite - they told me a little about themselves and I took the opportunity to have a good look at Rui and a second look at Pablo. On our first encounter I had only looked at him superficially; my mind had been occupied with other things.
Argentina is a far away country and, like most of my compatriots, I knew very little about it before I met Ramon. My knowledge had been limited to the usual stereotypes: Huge cattle herds roaming on the wide open pampas, the untamed beauty of Patagonia, the legendary figure of Evita Peron, Buenos Aires, the capital, with her many references to European architecture - and, of course, tango.
Looking at Rui made me think of tango, that strangely sensual dance, performed by people whose mask-like faces do not betray any emotion as they move about with dramatic abruptness. Rui's face had the steely quality of those tango dancers' faces. His eyes pierced right through my towel; I could feel them on my skin, they made me blush. I had thought I was long past the stage when someone simply looking at me could have that effect, but I was wrong. Rui's insistent stare made my skin tingle all over.
Rui was of a smaller stature than Ramon and Pablo, but that didn't make him less impressive. He wore a tight-fitting T-shirt which emphasised his muscular torso, the short sleeves were just large enough to accommodate his considerable biceps. 'Piercing' is also the attribute I would give to the erection he sported. I had made it a habit to check out that department as well when I met a man. His penis pushed quite unashamedly against his thin cotton trousers, making me wonder what it might feel like to be pierced by this spike. (I chastised myself immediately for this thought, calling myself a horny bitch.)
I remembered that Rui had been 'otherwise engaged' the previous Sunday, when Pablo stopped by on his own, and I could understand that women might be queuing up to spend the rest of the night with him. Rui was the drummer of the group and his muscles were in part the result of hours and hours of studying, rehearsing, experimenting and trying to produce new, different sounds from his drum kit.
Pablo was the bass player. Not the electric bass, he preferred the traditional, wooden instrument. He was taller than Rui, rounder, just like his instrument. Physically he could be described as an 'ordinary guy' who wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He impressed more by his outgoing manner, his warmth, his charm, his friendly smile - and he also had a considerable erection in his trousers. I asked myself whether Argentinos were just exceptionally horny by nature, or whether I had this effect on them.
Somehow, almost inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. I asked them what they thought of French women compared to the women in their home country, only to be asked in return what I thought of Argentinian men. When I replied that so far I knew only one but I had no complaints, Pablo asked if I wanted to know a couple more. This seemed to have been the cue, because the two now started taking off their clothes, slowly, sensually, never taking their eyes off me. When they were down to their bare skin, I could confirm that both of them had indeed huge erections waving in front of them.
Their members didn't quite reach the size of Ramon's cock but they were big by any standard, large enough to satisfy even the most demanding woman. Rui's cock impressed me particularly by its hardness, it was rigid like a bar of steel. There didn't seem to be an ounce of excess fat on his entire body.
I nearly panicked when the two came towards me. They wouldn't, would they? They were close friends of Ramon, they even had the key to his apartment. They wouldn't use his temporary absence to seduce his girlfriend? Oblivious to my thoughts about what they would or wouldn't, could or couldn't do, Rui pulled the towel off me. Then the two carried me up the steps and put me down on the bed.
Four hands and two mouths touched, kissed, caressed, stroked, licked, squeezed and sucked every part of my body: my face, my lips, my feet, my neck, my shoulders, my legs, my breasts and nipples, my thighs, my belly, my bottom and finally my pussy.
Was this rape? I would have a hard time convincing anybody or myself that I didn't want this to happen, that I didn't want them to do what they did, that I wanted them to stop. But one part of me was horrified and disgusted. How could they do this? How could they betray Ramon's trust, take advantage of his absence and take liberties with his girl?
How could I let them do this? Sure, there were two of them and they were stronger than me, but why didn't I at least protest? Why didn't I struggle, scream, kick, scratch? I belonged to Ramon, to Ramon alone. I had decided that by myself. How could I be so assenting? This inner voice became weaker as the caresses intensified, became more intimate, as my breathing accelerated, as my arousal mounted.
The two went about their business efficiently but without haste. Pablo concentrated his efforts on my breasts and nipples while Rui buried his head between my legs and gave my pussy his full attention. Together they brought me to a state of utter bliss. I was writhing on the bed, bucking and arching my back to intensify the contact with their mouths.
I experienced several orgasms but this did nothing to reduce my desire. I saw their stiff cocks wave in front of them but they didn't seem to have any intention of putting them to good use.
When I could no longer bear the excitement, I gasped, "Fuck me, please!"
They looked at me in mock surprise, each one going, "Who? Me?"
I wasn't in a condition to make a decision, to chose who would be first. I knew that I wanted to feel both of them inside me, it didn't matter who was first.
"Yes, you! And you! Both of you! Anybody! Please!" I urged them on.
Rui decided to put me out of my agony. He slid his cock inside my wet pussy. It was hard as steel as I had expected. He fucked me without mercy, with long, deep strokes. My excitement had build up to a level where my climax was only seconds away. Pablo's hands and mouth on my nipples did the rest. I came to a screaming orgasm.
Rui wanted his friend Pablo to share in the fun and rearranged our positions. He turned me around and lifted me up until I was on all fours. Then he slid beneath me and fed me his cock, still glistening with my own pussy juices. Pablo knelt down behind me and entered my hungry pussy doggy-style. The new sensation of having two men inside me was overwhelming. As Pablo drove his cock deep inside me, I sucked the one in my mouth with enthusiasm and determination. Each thrust by Pablo drove Rui's cock deeper into my mouth. It soon erupted, filling my mouth with his hot seed. Pablo climaxed soon afterwards, his juice gushing into my already soaking wet pussy. It made me come in sympathy. We collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
"My turn."
That was Ramon's voice. I froze. I hadn't heard him return. I didn't know how long he had already been there, watching. But even if it had only been a couple of minutes he would have seen clearly what a disgusting slut I was. And how his best friends had betrayed his trust. I was ready to kneel in front of him and beg his forgiveness. But he just rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me.
"Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be unfaithful to you," I pleaded. I realized that this might be putting the blame on his friends and I added, "It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened."
"Don't talk about it, just enjoy yourself."
I was dumbstruck. Was that all he was going to say? Wasn't he going to chastise me, call me a whore, a damn cheat? Wasn't he going to get angry with Pablo and Rui? The only thing he'd told them was to get busy in the kitchen, otherwise there wouldn't be any lunch. He kissed my mouth which had only moments ago swallowed Rui's semen. His cock entered my pussy still overflowing with Pablo's juices. I felt so small, faced with so much generosity. I felt terribly ashamed of myself.
But soon my mind was fully occupied with what he did to me. Ramon fucked me like only he could. Starting with almost imperceptible gyrations of his hips, increasing speed and force by miniscule step after miniscule step until he had me thrashing on the bed in one long continuous orgasm, gasping, moaning, begging him to thrust deeper and even deeper. He had a way of giving me pleasure which brought me close to insanity - and to keep me there for as long as he wanted. When he was about to come he took his cock out of my pussy and sprayed my belly, my breasts, my neck, my face with his delicious cum. Then he accompanied me to the bathroom and watched as I cleaned myself. When I had finished, he took me by my arm and guided me back towards the bed.
He stopped just a little before we got to the bed and shouted towards the kitchen, "Who's next?"
At this moment, I started to realize what was going on. I had been set up! They had planned it all! They were enacting the fantasy I had told Ramon about, a scenario where a naked woman was locked up in a cage and used by a group of men whenever and however they felt like. Pablo and Rui weren't betraying his friendship, they were helping me realize my fantasy.
Quite possibly, the story about Ramon having to go looking for a missing ingredient wasn't true. He had never left the apartment and had been watching me all the time! The only thing that was missing was the cage, but they replaced that by keeping constant watch over me. There was always someone with me, even when I needed to use the toilet. Having to perform my bodily functions under the watchful eye of one of my 'wardens' was a humiliating experience.
Maybe it was just that I perceived things in a different way after I knew what was going on, but it seemed to me that their behaviour towards me changed. They had started out seducing me, now they were using me. In the beginning I gave myself to them, now they took me: when they wanted, how they wanted, as often as they wanted. I felt completely at their mercy, an object of their lust. It was exactly this sensation of powerlessness, of having to endure whatever they decided, which had fascinated me about this scenario when I first saw it in Charlotte's magazine. Now I was experiencing it in my own skin. Rui was next. After him Pablo fucked me and then it was Ramon's turn again. I thanked him for letting me experience this feeling of submission and enslavement.
"You don't know yet if this is something you'll want to thank me for," he replied, pounding his cock deep inside me. I still felt some pangs of remorse about how I had behaved in the beginning, before I understood what they were doing. Sex slaves are supposed to struggle, protest, plea for mercy or suffer quietly. But I had shown openly how much I enjoyed their treatment, I had even begged them to fuck me. Did Ramon now think of me as a wanton slut?
When lunch was ready - there were always two men working in the kitchen while one of them was working inside me - they allowed me to take a shower, with all three of them watching. I ate my meal sitting on Rui's lap, impaled on his rod of steel, his hands squeezing and twisting my nipples. The other two men fed me like a child. They put the tastiest pieces, the juiciest morsels into my mouth, gave me wine to sip and wiped my lips and chin whenever I spilt something. When they told me I needed to eat well to endure what was still to come I became a little apprehensive. There was no longer any kitchen work to be done and the three of them were able to concentrate their efforts on me. I found that after lunch, I always had one cock in my mouth while another one ravaged my pussy. When one cock shot its load, another one would immediately take its place.
At one point, I was sucking Rui and riding Pablo who lay on his back below me - or maybe it was the other way around - I felt a hand pushing my buttocks apart and finding my anus. Another hand applied a cool jelly and a finger pushed into my rear hole. It was Ramon, trying to get me ready so he could thrust his cock where his finger was. I froze.
I let Rui's cock slip from my mouth. "Please, not there, not now!" I begged with terror in my voice. Ramon retreated. I realized that 'real' captors wouldn't think twice about penetrating their captive against her will. Should Ramon have done the same? I was glad that he had decided to bend the rules and listen to my plea. But I also felt bad about chickening out for the second time.
Later, when it was Ramon's turn to fuck me, I whispered into his ear how grateful I was for his leniency. He just said, "It's no big deal. You just have to realize that you're depriving yourself of the chance to have three men inside you at the same time."
Three men? Three cocks! The thought fascinated me. I decided I wanted to experience this. Not today, but some time soon.
Their physical strength seemed to be unlimited, but their sexual prowess had its limits, which meant it took increasingly longer for them to come. As a result they fucked me longer and harder each time, pounding their cocks inside me relentlessly, without mercy. I was exhausted and felt my pussy getting sore, but I wasn't going to beg them to stop. I was their slave, wasn't I?
My ordeal ended when the doorbell rang and Sylvie and Mirabelle announced that they had arrived. Ramon had given them his address and suggested they stop by on their way back. He would give the three of us a lift to Villiers. The men got dressed and sent me to the bathroom to freshen up. My legs felt wobbly, I had difficulty walking straight. I needed a good soak in the bathtub to reduce the swelling of my pussy lips. But I didn't feel quite as sore as I had felt after my first night with Ramon. I was grateful that there had been 'only' three captors and not six or eight men as in my fantasy.
When I felt a little restored I set about gathering my clothes together which had been left at various points in the apartment, including the kitchen where Sylvie and Mirabelle had settled down and agreed to try the authentic Puchero Argentino, prepared by three handsome Argentinos, along with a glass of Argentinian red wine. They were engaged in a lively conversation. I noticed the surprise on Sylvie's face when I walked into the kitchen without a stitch on, picked up my skirt and slipped it on without putting on any panties. My pussy wasn't in a condition to have direct contact with any textile.
I wondered how she would have reacted if she knew what I had been doing while the Puchero was prepared. Sylvie and Rui seemed to get along well with each other and Mirabelle even exchanged phone numbers with Pablo. When I had gathered all my things together, we said goodbye to Rui and Pablo and set off for Villiers.
Mirabelle who is the more extrovert of the three of us was keen to find out a little more about Ramon - and his friends - and used the journey to ask Ramon lots of questions.
"What does it feel like to be in a car with three attractive young ladies?" she asked to get the conversation started.
"Oh, I'm feeling very comfortable. I think I'm past the stage where I would blush or get all flustered."
"I suppose in your line of work it's not so unusual to be surrounded by beautiful young females with hardly a stitch on. I don't mean now, but yesterday you had a chance to see all of us in our natural state."
I couldn't believe this. Was she fishing for compliments on her looks? Did she expect some statement that he really felt like making love to all three of us?
"It's funny, how people react when I tell them that I design sexy lingerie for a living. They either think I must be gay, or they imagine I spend day and night surrounded by half a dozen of scantily dressed nymphs. The truth is much more down to earth. My sex life is really quite unremarkable - boring actually."
Mirabelle laughed, "I didn't get the impression that your sex life was boring - on the contrary. And I don't think my friend Jacqueline would describe what you do to her as unremarkable - and she wouldn't like it if you called her down-to-earth."
Mirabelle surprised me. Only a few weeks ago she had felt uncomfortable about pronouncing the word 'pussy' to me and now she was openly provoking a conversation about sex - with a man she hardly knew. The open-air romp and the opportunity to watch others 'doing it' had certainly loosened her up a lot.
I felt a little uncomfortable about the way the conversation was going. I still felt a little guilty about what had happened between me and Ramon's friends and I hadn't had a chance to find out how he felt about it. The unfinished business made me feel on edge.
"What would you say was your most exciting experience so far?"
I gasped. This was something I wanted to know as well, but I hadn't had the guts to ask him. And I was supposed to be the one who was intimate with Ramon!
He didn't seem to mind. "It's impossible to say which experience was the best, the most exciting, or something like that. Each experience is unique, incomparable. But as we started off by talking about how I feel being the only man among attractive young ladies, I'll tell you a story about how I once was raped by four women."
"Raped? I can't believe that." Mirabelle exclaimed. I started to wonder if she had had too much to drink.
"This happened quite a few years ago, back in Buenos Aires," Ramon started. "I was much younger then, and a lot less experienced as far as women are concerned. I had a relatively boring day job at a major clothes manufacturer and in my spare time I designed erotic underwear for women. It was probably more than just erotic; lewd or obscene might have been more appropriate words. I hadn't yet learned the difference between enticing and vulgar. Anyway, there was this 'girlie' magazine ..."
"You mean porno?," Mirabelle interrupted him.
"Not really. Well, I suppose it depends on what your definition of pornography is. This particular magazine didn't show any sexual acts - I think that would have been illegal under the military rule - it only showed sexy women flaunting their beauty in a very direct way.
"To come back to the story: This photographer had seen some of the 'erotic' garments I had produced and wanted to do a photo story around them. There would be models wearing the pieces and then gradually removing them until they were completely naked. He asked me to come along to the photo session, in case there was a need for any last minute adjustments, and I agreed.
"There were four models, the photographer, another man looking after the lighting effects and me. I hope you don't mind my saying so, but those four models were really gorgeous. I hadn't met any women so openly sexy before, and now, suddenly there were four of them, right in front of me.
"Like most people, I had some preconceived ideas about 'this kind of woman'. That they only did 'this kind of thing' because they had fallen on hardship and couldn't find any other way out, or that they looked at it as a profession like any other and went about it very business-like. But those four told me that it was the best thing that ever happened to them. They earned good money and were able to enjoy themselves at the same time.
"The beginning of the photo session was quite tame. Each of the models started off wearing some of the garments I had designed. They were mainly bras and panties, but also a corset and a garter belt, if I remember correctly. The clothes were all very sexy, but some were more revealing than others. There weren't any changing facilities, but they didn't mind in the least taking off their clothes right in front of me and displaying their charms. It almost seemed that they were getting a kick out of seeing me stare at them.
"The second part of the session, when they partially removed their clothes, was the most torturous for me. There were pictures which showed a bra that had slid down just enough to reveal a nipple. Another shot showed the panties being pulled inside the woman's pussy with her pussy lips showing on either side of the textile. It was my job to adjust the clothes so that the desired visual effect was achieved.
"I remember that my hands trembled when I touched the most intimate parts of these sex goddesses. And, of course, I had a huge erection which anyone but a blind person could see. At least I didn't have to get involved in the final part when the four were completely naked. But it didn't help my excitement when I watched them 'making love to the camera', caressing their breasts, playing with their nipples, spreading their legs to display the most intimate details of their pussies, holding their pussy lips open and playing with their clits, and looking seductive as hell throughout.
"When the photographer told them they could get dressed, I saw them whisper something to each other, then all four came towards me. I didn't know what had hit me when they lifted me up and carried me to the bed where the pictures had been taken. I tried to resist - God knows why - but three of them held me down while the fourth undid my fly, released my cock and lowered her wet pussy onto me.
"I didn't last long before I came, but the woman riding me probably hadn't expected anything else. I wasn't completely inexperienced. In fact, to design the garments they had displayed so lasciviously I had studied the female anatomy in great detail and taken exact measures on my girlfriend. I knew everything a woman has to hide and to reveal. But I had never felt this excited in my life.
"My ordeal wasn't over after my rapturess released me. They stripped me naked and then they made me watch two of them make love to each other while the other two held me down. At this stage, it wasn't really necessary to hold me. I had already conceded defeat and was ready to endure whatever they had in store for me.
"The sight of two beautiful sexy women kissing and caressing each other and later licking each other's pussy had the desired effect on my flaccid cock. As soon as it raised its head, another woman climbed on top of me. But this time I wanted to play a more active role. I rolled on top of her and fucked her well and truly. I recovered some of my male pride by making her climax a few times before shooting my load into her delicious pussy.
"There was no letup. The two women who had already enjoyed a visit from my cock took turns in licking and sucking it back to life while a third one straddled me and offered me her moist pussy to lick. I obliged without hesitation. The wonderful taste of her ripe plum and the joint effort of her friends had me soon back in fighting condition. I took the third woman from behind, doggy-style, while she pleasured her friend's pussy, carrying on where I had left off. Again, my male ego got an enormous boost when I heard my partner moan into the soaking wet pussy of the fourth woman who was herself reaching an orgasm.
They had decided that my poor cock would have to visit all four of them and deposit its juice inside each pussy. I don't know how they managed, but thanks to their joint efforts I was soon hard again and made love to a fourth woman, all within the space of maybe a couple of hours. I lay there, exhausted, as they got dressed. Then each one of them gave me a kiss on the mouth and thanked me. 'We've never had so much fun with just one cock' they said."
There was absolute silence in the car after Ramon had finished his story. I don't know how the other two reacted, but I felt very excited and my tortured pussy was leaking. In my imagination I had always seen Ramon surrounded by scantily-clad attractive women and had taken it as a given that he didn't always separate business and pleasure. I had only dared to ask very timid questions about his affairs with other women because I was worried that he might think I was being possessive.
The story didn't make me jealous, and not only because it happened a long time before we met. The thought of beautiful women submitting to 'my' Ramon aroused me. I had always been curious to know what other women did to him so I could treat him to the same delights. But there was no way I could top the women in this story.
"I hope I haven't shocked anyone," Ramon said eventually into the silence. "You asked, so I told you."
"It's envy, not shock," Mirabelle said. "This story exceeded all my expectations."
When we arrived in Villiers, Mirabelle directed Ramon to her address, where we all got out of the car.
I hugged and kissed Ramon and asked him, "Do you still want me?"
He didn't find my question worthy of an answer and just said, "I'll call you tomorrow," before setting off on his return journey. We all went inside to thank Mirabelle's father for letting us stay at his hut.
Mirabelle's parents had heard a car pull up in front of their house and had gone to the window to see who it was. They didn't recognize the car or its driver and wondered who this might be. (Villiers is this kind of town.) Then they saw us three girls emerge from the car. As soon as we entered the house, Mirabelle's father wanted to know who the man with the car had been.
"Oh, that's Jacqueline's lover. He has an apartment in Paris. Jacqueline spent the weekend with him and he gave us all a lift home," Mirabelle explained.
I could have killed her. The wine had definitely gone to her head.
Her father immediately turned to me and said, "I didn't know you had a lover, Jacqueline. Aren't you a bit young for that kind of thing?"
I blushed. I explained that it wasn't quite the way Mirabelle had put it. But yes, I did have a relationship with the man who had given us a lift. I added, "You probably know that my father isn't quite as open-minded as you, Sir, so I would be grateful if you didn't tell him about this."
He assured me that he wasn't into gossiping about other people's children and guaranteed that he wouldn't tell anybody.
I soon made my excuses, saying that I wanted to have a good rest before the exams which were starting the following day. In fact, I was dying to get home to treat my aching pussy. I still had some of the ointment and bath salts the gynaecologist had given me and wanted to put them to good use.
Sylvie also left and we walked together to her house which was literally next door. She had been very quiet throughout the car journey and I asked her if anything was the matter. She seemed pleased that I had noticed and sighed, "Oh, it's nothing really. Just some boy trouble."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. She did, so I accompanied her to her room.
"When we met Guy and Jean-Paul by chance, some time ago," she started, "they were on a hiking holiday and had walked all the way from Tours to that place in the mountains. They had spent two weeks on the road and it was just a lucky coincidence that we all were at that waterfall at the same time. After that, we didn't meet for a long time. We exchanged many e-mails until we arranged to meet again this weekend. This time they came by train.
"They found out that the journey was quite expensive and complicated - they only got there after midnight. We've arranged to meet again next weekend, but I don't know how often they will be willing to make the trip. Besides, we can't keep going to the waterfall when the weather gets cooler. So I was a little downtrodden, not knowing how long we could keep this relationship going. I like Guy. He's very sweet and gentle to me. But I don't think this can work if we only meet, say, once a month.
"Then I met Rui today. God, what a man! He just looked at me and I felt like melting into his arms. I think he likes me too. I wanted him to make love to me there and then, but there were too many people. Now I don't know how I can meet him again. And I feel guilty about wanting to drop Guy for someone else. I feel guilty about meeting him for an intimate weekend when my mind is really on another man. Oh Jacqueline, why do things have to be so complicated?"
Why indeed! Why couldn't I tell her that Rui had repeatedly made love to me that day, that he had brought me to a number of memorable orgasms and made me beg for more, that he had the hardest cock I'd ever felt inside me, that I ranked him high up there amongst the best lovers?
Instead I told her that I wasn't able to compare Guy and Rui because I knew both of them only casually. I encouraged her to sleep with Rui, just to find out what it felt like, and then decide which of the two she liked better. I told her not to feel guilty about 'betraying' Guy, because with this kind of casual relationship they were having, nobody expected exclusive rights on their partner. In fact, if she wanted to, she could maintain a loose relationship with both of them.
She looked a little doubtful about my last suggestion but said she would try to find a way to sleep with Rui. But not immediately, she would wait till after the next weekend with Guy. She just thought she couldn't face him if she had slept with someone else in the meantime. She also told me how lucky she was to know someone with whom she could talk openly about these things. Then I left and went home.