To be young and single in Paris might seem to be a dream come true for any girl just out of high-school and finally free of a mother’s oversight. But sometimes dreams turn out to be other than expected, as I will relate in this story. I was in the City of Lights and free for some weeks before beginning classes at the university. Although my senior class trip to France had been a great success, I’d had a good deal of trouble convincing Mum to let me come for such an extended period. But as I’d been accepted and spoke really good French after a lot of classes, I eventually persuaded her. I found myself that August in a studio apartment on the Rue du Dragon, two paces from the church of St-Germain des Pres in the heart of the Latin Quarter. My budget for the year was rather tight, and I determined to find a small ‘boulot’ to get spending money. I placed cards offering English lessons on various bulletin boards in the area. With no responses after a week, and classes looming, I was resigned to applying at “MacDo”. I was saved from burger hell when I received a call on my mobile. And so I met Monique, my student in English and teacher in all other things.
She is three years older than I, and to my eyes she seemed extremely sophisticated, with her lustrous black hair always immaculately coiffed, manicured nails, perfect makeup, and svelte figure. She possessed a closet full of elegant clothes, and even in student garb of jeans and pullover, she maintained an appearance of unapproachability. I fell immediately under her spell, and although our subsequent meetings passed as lessons, they were for me more like chats with the older sister I’d never had. When I knew her better and was more experienced in worldly matters I became aware of her many faults. Nevertheless we remain close to this day.
Monique called herself a student, but I never saw her study. She went frequently on dates, but she never brought any men back to her apartment. Our lessons, or conversations, took place at odd hours. She’d call, and I’d come to her apartment. She said she needed better English for her job, whatever that was, and although she had a pronounced accent her vocabulary and grammar were not bad. Nevertheless, she continued with me and always paid each time. Although my rates were little more than the smic (minimum wage), I felt guilty about accepting her money.
After a few sessions, our conversations turned more intimate, and soon she had explored all my personal history, romantic and otherwise.
“You are quite attractive I find, beautiful even, ” she commanded, lighting a cigarette.
I blushed at this praise. “People say I’m pretty, but my sister Eve is beautiful. We had to share a room growing up, and although we fought a lot, she has always been my best friend. We speak on the phone every week. One day she came home unexpectedly when I was playing with myself, and watched me until I came.”
“You were embarrassed?”
“Very. But she wasn’t. She told me it was very cool watching me, because I came so hard, and she never did. She took off her skirt and panties, and asked me to watch her, to see what she was ‘doing wrong’.”
“And did you?”
“Yes. And she had an orgasm in a couple of minutes. She said my watching her was so hot that she could get over the edge easily. After that we would do it together almost every night.”
“Did you like watching her?”
“Oh yeah. She has such a lovely pussy, and she looks beautiful when she cums. It made my orgasms better too.”
“Did you ever touch her there?”
“No! I mean, she’s my sister.”
Monique smiled at my naiveté. “Was she a virgin?”
“We both were.”
“But not now?”
“No.”
“Tell me about your first time.”
“It was pretty normal. I was dating this guy when I was 16. He kept wanting to do it, so finally I let him.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Not the first time. It was his first time too. I didn’t really know how to put the condom on him, and then once he broke my hymen he was too excited and he came right away.”
“Afterwards?”
“Afterwards we fucked a lot. I started taking birth control pills, and once I was on them a while we didn’t use the condoms any more. It was nice, but I never came with him like I did with Eve.”
“Did you tell her so?”
“We don’t have many secrets from each other. When she found out I was having sex, I had to tell her everything. I’d tell her how I’d been fucked after a date, and she would have really crashing orgasms.”
“Did you have other men?”
“No. He is the only one. So far.”
The bravado of that ‘so far’ seemed to amuse Monique. “There will be no end of opportunities here, if you allow yourself the chance. All of the boys in your class will be dying to have you. I myself prefer more mature men.”
“Really? Why?”
“Yes. They have more control and consideration for a woman’s pleasure. At least the good ones, anyway.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“And Eve, she too is no longer an innocent?”
“She has a boyfriend now. Her first time was better than mine apparently, as she was quite happy when she got home to tell me about it. We masturbated as she described it.”
“That is indeed ‘hot’ as you say. You have given me the desire to masturbate myself. Would you like to do it with me, as with your sister?”
I agreed at once, since as I said I had begun to regard Monique as a sort of sister, and retelling the event had made me hot as well. She eased my embarrassment by quickly removing her clothes. I thought her quite lovely. She had obviously spent much time getting fit, because her body was well-toned. She had also shaved all of the pubic hair. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks, but Monique seemed to sense my feelings and at once put me at ease.
“Why do you blush? Your body is much like mine. I shave for my men friends, who seem to feel that a schoolgirl’s bareness is somehow naughty. For myself, I prefer natural women.” As she spoke, she let her hand play over her pussy and her fingers trace the space between the inner lips that protruded from between the outer ones. I looked on with fascination, forgetting my own sex as she closed her eyes and began to moan lightly. As her excitement appeared to mount, her fingers went deeper inside, then circled her clit, which had made an appearance from under its hood. Within a few minutes, she came, clamping her hand with her own thighs and exhaling deeply, before falling back onto her bed with her legs spread wide and some of her fluids glistening on the inside of her thighs.
When her eyes opened, she sat up saying, “I see you are excited by watching me, ” indicating the moisture evident on my pussy lips. “But you have not touched yourself.”
“Not yet.”
“You wanted to see what I did. That is natural. Is it like your sister?”
I found it difficult to reply. “No. Yes. I mean, we all do pretty much the same.”
“You think so? Did your lover bring you off with his fingers in the same way?”
“No. I never came with him like that. He was always in too much of a hurry.”
“How about when you fucked?”
“No, not then. Afterwards I would go to the toilet and bring myself off. Rubbing his cum on my clit was the best way.”
“And with his mouth?”
“He tried once. But he didn’t like doing it. That was the only time.”
“That is typical with the young. They need training. And you as well. If you consent I will show you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I will put my head between your legs and lick you until you have an orgasm. May I?” By now my hands had strayed into my lap, and my cunt was burning. Random thoughts of lesbian iniquity passed through my brain, but all the same I just nodded and lay back, opening my thighs to facilitate her access. “Now take your hands away and caress your breasts, while I operate here.” Monique was obviously experienced in such operations, and her fingers and tongue afforded me pleasures unknown to me up to that time. Not only did she lap the inner edges of my slit, but also penetrated more deeply than I had imagined possible. Too, her agile tongue played all around the sensitive edges of my ass before lapping upward and circling my too-sensitive clit. I was in a daze of sensation, and I could feel the juices flowing incessantly from my cunt onto her lips and tongue. All the while my breasts seemed to swell under the double sensation of my fingers on the engorged nipples and Monique’s operations on my pussy. Several times I was on the verge of orgasm, and each time Monique pulled me back from the edge, prolonging both the pleasure and the tension.
Finally I could bear it no longer, and screamed, “Laisse moi jouir!” In response, Monique at last brought me over the edge with her tongue pressing my clit while three conjoined fingers fucked deeply into my inner passage. I felt my cunt walls compress her digits the orgasm passed through me in repeated waves.
When I had recovered sometime later, and was able to open my clenched eyes, I looked down to see Monique’s face looking at mine from between my still open thighs. Her lips and cheeks were shiny from the fluids that my pussy had exuded. “I think you enjoyed that, no?”
“Yes, yes!” I whispered. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“You are very receptive and have a sensual nature. I think you will enjoy all methods of sex when you have more experience. We are alike in that respect.”
“I didn’t know you’re a lesbian.”
“Nor am I. I enjoy sex in all its aspects, and especially with someone who enjoys it with me, either man or woman. Don’t be afraid that you are now some pervert who has had relations with someone of your own sex.”
Monique’s words seemed wise, and in the days and weeks to follow we repeated these exercises many times. I was not always the recipient, but learned to pleasure her in the same manner. I also had several flirts with male students, but although I had sex with several of them I never was able to orgasm from being fucked. On occasion, I would visit Monique after one of these dates, and it pleased her imagination to explore my vagina with her tongue and mouth, thinking of the cum that had lately been within. Monique would then use her strapon, a device with which she had initiated me as well, and fuck me until I came several times.
I should mention that during these sessions, she continued to pay me as if our conversations had the purpose of improving her English, and with frugality I was able to stay within the budgetary limits I had set for myself. I had little to spare for other entertainment, and my studies went well since I spent many evenings in my apartment as a result of my impecuniousness. I had also told Eve about my relationship with Monique, although I held back the details on our cunnilingus and dildo-fucking.
*A Threesome in the Country*
One Friday evening, Monique called me to her apartment. This was an unusual event as I never saw her on weekends. “I have a small proposition to put to you, ” she said when I arrived, “and I will not be offended if you refuse.”
“What is it?”
“I have a gentleman friend whom I visit from time to time, and we enjoy each other in ways you can probably imagine.”
“I never thought I was your only playmate.”
“This gentleman has a penchant to entertain more than one ‘playmate’ at a time, and I usually go to him with a special friend whom you do not know. However this friend is ill at the moment, and I thought you might like the opportunity to profit from her inconvenience.”
“Profit? What do you mean?”
“I mean that this gentleman is generous, and at the conclusion of our fun is inclined to reward us for his pleasure.”
“You mean he pays for sex.”
“That is an indelicate way of putting it, but the gist of it is there.” She paused to regard my dubious expression. “You are thinking that I am some sort of prostitute, but I feel no shame in doing for money what you do for entertainment.”
“I don’t think you’re a prostitute, but this is all quite a surprise.” I reflected, then said, “I suppose you could argue that I am being paid by you as well, since our meetings haven’t been English lessons for quite some time.”
“Don’t reason that way. I am able to afford your company and am pleased to help you. It is for this reason that I propose helping you in this new way.”
“Who is this man?”
“It is indiscrete to ask too much. I will say only that he is a businessman and distinguished in his field and that discretion is required. He is also quite refined and you will come to no harm. And you will be with me at all times.”
I thought of my depleted bank account, and the idea of such a tryst was beginning to be appealing. “How much can I expect?”
“For the first time I will take a commission to see how it goes, but you can expect to earn one thousand Euros if he is pleased with us.”
“One thousand? So much?” Such a sum would carry me for months.
“Yes, and if everyone is happy with the results then you can expect to be invited again in the future, and with better remuneration.”
“What must I do?”
“We will take a train tomorrow afternoon, and will return Sunday evening. In the meantime, I think you have nothing suitable to wear, and since we are near the same size we will choose something for you from my wardrobe.”
Monique’s breasts are larger than mine, but we found a number of dresses and skirts which fit well enough, and later we shopped on Saturday morning for some things that were lacking. I found myself in possession of some shockingly expensive and utterly sexy underwear, including shelf bras, open crotch panties, and thongs. I was also taken for a manicure and haircut.
We boarded the TGV and by early afternoon had disembarked in the city of Bourges, where we were met by a chauffeured car. Neither Monique nor I said much as we drove through an area of lakes and marshes in the Sologne region, known for its hunting and fishing. The area is sparsely populated, but wealthy Parisians maintain country homes or hunting lodges, and it was at one of these that we arrived after 90 minutes travel. The building is a small chateau whose architecture proclaimed its construction in the late eighteenth-century. Monique obviously knew it well, for she guided me through the entrance hall and up a staircase to a bedroom on the first floor. The chauffeur followed with our cases.
Monique explained the program to follow. “This is our room, and we will change here as needed, but we will sleep in the bedroom of Monsieur Z. He is probably hunting now, and you will meet him this evening.
We may be invited to dine with him. But usually he has business associates for dinner, and in that case we will be served here. In the meantime, I suggest we go for a swim.”
“A swim? It is too cold!” It was then late October.
“The pool is covered and heated.” Monique and I quickly undressed and got out our bikinis. Monique found robes in the bathroom, and I was advised that the tops of our suits would not be needed. Thus attired, we descended to the ground floor and into the pool, which was covered by a type of greenhouse connected to the rear of the chateau. The water was warm, and we amused ourselves by swimming laps and splashing each other during a pleasant half hour. Our play was interrupted by the entrance of Monsieur Z.
He was still dressed for the hunt in soiled tweed pants, leather boots, and a hunting jacket. He is a tall, well-built man of about 55, bald save for a fringe of graying hair, and possessing thick dark eyebrows. I recognized him at once from the newspapers as someone involved in the national political scene. I also knew that he was married, although his wife appeared with him only on ceremonial occasions and otherwise lived apart. Monique climbed from the pool to greet him, and they exchanged kisses on each cheek. She then motioned me to be introduced. As I climbed from the pool, the cool air and my nervousness caused my nipples to harden, a fact evidently noticed by our host.
“My dear Meredith, I am happy to make your acquaintance. You are as pretty and charming as Monique has told me.” He had an obvious knack for setting people at ease. “Do you lack anything?”
“No, Monsieur. Everything is perfect.”
“Please call me Jean. I shall be occupied the early part of the evening, but afterwards we shall become better acquainted.” He kissed my hand and left the room. Monique and I then returned to our room to bathe and dress. Then as she was brushing my hair, she asked, “Did you recognize him?”
“Of course. He is very well-known.”
“Obviously you must say nothing of what passes here. He is very generous, but I would not want to anger him.”
“I would not want my presence known either.”
“My dear, no one will care what you do.”
“Perhaps no one in France, but my Mother would have a fit if they saw me now.”
“There is no reason she should.”
We were served dinner in the room, simple but refined and delicious. Afterwards I dressed in the fancy underwear we had purchased that evening, with the lacy white crotchless panties, white pullup lace stockings, and the shelf bra, which compressed my breasts together but left the upper parts and the nipples exposed. Monique wore a satin bustier and a red silk thong. Neither of us wore makeup or jewelry.
At ten, we were summoned to Monsieur Z’s room which adjoined ours. It is a huge space decorated in Empire style and dominated by an enormous canopied mahogany bed. Jean was seated in an ornate armchair wearing a heavy silk robe. He rose to greet us, kissing my cheek gently.
“My dear Meredith. Monique tells me that this is your first time in such a situation.”
“Yes Monsieur. I mean Jean.”
“I find that charming, and exciting. Are you excited?”
“Yes, Jean.”
“And a little frightened as well I think.”
“A little.”
“Because you don’t know what may happen. You are quite alone and defenseless, and no one knows you are here. Anything can happen to you, yes?”
A chill went through me. “What are you going to do?”
“A little uncertainty, a little fear adds piquancy to the sexual act. If you perform well, nothing may happen other than you return to your normal life as a student, if that is in fact what you are.”
“I assure you I am a student.”
“Monique tells me you are indeed a fast learner. You can demonstrate what she has taught you.”
Now it was her turn to lead me to the bed, where she lay back with spread legs. “Climb up here and eat me, and keep your rear towards Jean, so that he can see your pussy and asshole.”
I had no alternative but to obey, and holding the cloth of her thong to one side began to lick her. I was fearful of what was to come, but the familiar position and taste seemed to calm me, and after some minutes I felt my own pussy become hot and moist.
“Spread your legs wider, ” Jean commanded. I looked back at him as I obeyed. He had opened his robe and was stroking his erect cock. I turned back to attend to Monique’s cunt, now plentifully bedewing my tongue with fluids. As I licked around her clit and then down to her asshole, I sense that Jean had moved behind me. Before I could otherwise react, I felt his hands on my hips and the head of his member pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I was not totally lubricated, and he entered me in degrees, each thrust penetrating further until his thighs were pressed against my rear.
“You are deliciously tight, my dear Meredith, ” he said softly as he began to fuck me, slowly pulling out and then rapidly pushing back inside, so that each inward thrust pushed my mouth hard against Monique’s pussy. We soon found a rhythm, and I began to feel pleasant sensations build slowly inside. As Monique had told me earlier, older men may be gifted with control, and Jean was in no hurry to finish. As he fucked, he began to slap my buttocks with his palm, as if urging a mare on whom he was mounted to gallop faster. I found this sensation curiously exciting, and I began to moan and gasp each time my mouth left Monique’s pussy.
I had begun to believe that I might even orgasm from Jean’s attentions, but as I felt it build deep within me but still far away, Jean grunted and thrust himself against me a last time as his semen shot into my depths. All of us remained still and silent for several moments until at last he pulled out. Monique had evidently played this scene before, and she instructed me to reposition myself so that her head was between my thighs. As Jean watched she held my lips open so that his cum dripped from my cunt into her waiting mouth. When at last she deemed me clean, she held her head back so as to take his soft cock into her mouth and clean the remains of our mixed juices.
Jean then disappeared into his bathroom, leaving Monique and I alone for the moment. My fears returned, and I asked, “What did he mean before about anything could happen to me?”
“He likes to scare girls the first time. He told me that it makes them better to fuck. You are doing well, and I can tell he likes you. So don’t worry, and if you can act frightened it will be even better.”
Jean, returning from his ablutions, said to me, “I quite enjoyed that my dear Meredith. But now we must see to your pleasure while I recover my forces. Despite my best efforts and your moans, I am sure you did not orgasm. Monique tells me that you cum like a fountain with her, so I will allow you to demonstrate for my entertainment. Take off your bra. I love to see a girl’s breasts bounce as she is fucked.”
I obeyed as Monique produced from a bedside table a strapon dildo similar to the one she had fucked me with in Paris, but with a longer and thicker shaft. Stripping off her thong, she strapped it in place around and under her hips. I was commanded to get onto the bed, once again on hands and knees, whereupon Monique took her place behind be and pushed the rubber cock into me. Having been fucked like this numerous times before, and having the additional knowledge of being watched by Jean, my orgasm came more quickly than I expected. But afterwards, I was not allowed a respite, and Monique continued to pound hard into my pussy as Jean stroked is still limp cock languidly. Not until I had cum a fourth time was the dildo withdrawn, and I permitted to collapse onto the covers.
“Bravo, my dears, ” said Jean. “My cock is almost completely recovered thanks to your efforts. And now I must reward my dear Monique, who has not had her share.” Monique smiled and unstrapped the dildo, then handed it to me.
“Put it on.”
“I’m going to fuck you now?”
“You’ll see.” She helped me with the straps, positioning the apparatus so that the base of the dildo was pressing on my mound. Then she took a tube of lubricant from the same drawer where the dildo had been stored, and liberally coated the head and shaft of the rubber cock. Finally she lay down on her back beside me, with legs apart and pulled high over her head. Jean climbed on to the bed and got between her legs, guiding his cockhead into her vagina.
“You have the opportunity for your revenge, my dear Meredith. As I fucked your cunt, now I shall fuck Monique’s and you my ass. Do not be shy and lay on as hard and fast as you like.”
This was a totally new realm of experience for me, and it was with trepidation and some awkwardness that I introduced the greasy head of the dildo to Jean’s opening and pushed my hips so that the first few centimeters entered. We three adjusted ourselves so that the greater part of the shaft was embedded in his rectum before he began to thrust himself into Monique. I found it worked best that when he pushed into her I pulled back, and when he recoiled I pushed hard into him. It took several moments to attain the proper tempo, but once it was established I had no need to support myself with my hands. The pressure of the dildo against my mound aroused in me the urge to cum again, and this urge was inflamed by the grunts of pain that Jean seemed to feel from my hard thrusts into his ass, which seemed to grip the greasy shaft like a vise. I began to pinch and squeeze my breasts and nipples, and eventually I felt another orgasm rise up through me.
This last explosion made my thighs feel weak as jelly, and as Jean had not orgasmed I took hold of his shoulders and redoubled my sodomistic efforts. In several minutes more, he reached the crisis point. He rose up to push me back, so that the dildo pulled out of his ass as his cock pulled out from Monique’s cunt and several spurts of cum shot onto her stomach and the bustier she still wore.
Afterwards, Monique and I returned to our room to shower and drink the chilled champagne we found waiting for us. At midnight, we put on chaste white satin nightgowns that hung from thin shoulder straps and covered bodies from the tops of our breasts down to mid-thigh. We then returned to Jean’s bedroom, where we found him abed in silk pajamas reading Le Figaro Economique. I had been given to understand that we would sleep with him, and upon our getting into bed on either side, he kissed each of us and turned off the lights.
I had difficulty getting to sleep, as thousands of thoughts raced through my brain and Jean and Monique snored beside me. I realized that among other firsts that day, this was the first time I would be spending the entire night sleeping with a man. At length, I did fall asleep. When I awakened in the dark of an autumn morning, I heard the distant tolling of a village church bell. Jean was awake as well, lying on his side and regarding me.
“Bonjour, ” was all I could think of saying.
“Did you sleep well?” He smiled.
“Very well.” A small fib.
“I too slept well, and much of the thanks is due to you. I have trouble sleeping at times, and the little games I play here are therapeutic. You did very well. I would never have known you were a beginner at such games.”
“I try to please.”
“I am pleased with you, and wish you will come again. If that is your desire.”
“If I am invited, I shall try.”
“Do you know what would please me at this moment?”
“No, what?”
“That we should make love again. Monique is always so lazy in the morning and not as charming as later in the day.”
I remarked that this time he used the term ‘make love’ rather than fuck. “I would like that as well.” Jean slept in the nude, so that it was the work of a moment to pull back the coverlet to expose his groin, the cock semi-flaccid and lying against his stomach. I took it into my mouth, and although I was then inexpert in fellatio, it soon reached full length and rigidity. All the while, Jean caressed my pussy and clit so that I became moist. When I mounted him, I sank easily onto him so that he was fully enclosed inside me. He pulled the straps over my shoulders so that my breasts were exposed, and as I rose and fell over him, his hands caressed the nipples, and from time to time he pulled me forward to kiss my mouth and earlobes. This gentleness was in contrast to the previous night’s play, and soon I knew I would cum, the first time ever from a man’s attentions. As my cunt contracted on his shaft, I reached back to squeeze his scrotum inciting his climax, so that our fluids mixed together within me before seeping down to the public hair at the base of his cock.
We remained in this position until his softened cock fell out of me and he rolled over on top. “That was delicious. Now I have a full day ahead and will not see you again until your next visit.”
When he had departed I arose and went into the adjoining room to shower and dress. Later, I found an envelope in my purse. It contained 3000 Euros in bills and this note: “My dear Meredith. You have afforded me great pleasure, and I wish you to be appropriately rewarded. It is unnecessary that you tell Monique about this pour boire, as she is on a retainer with me and already suitably compensated. Until the next time. Jean.” I was too sensible to ignore his advice. Later on the train, Monique gave me another envelope with the promised thousand, so that I felt well rewarded for my weekend of sin.
For the rest of the school year, I visited with Jean once or twice a month, usually with Monique but on occasion solo. He had some unusual desires, but in the end nothing that disgusted me to satisfy, and I was well compensated for my time. Although I hinted to Eve about my adventures, the hints were always couched as lovers’ weekends. Jean, to the contrary, learned all about Eve, first from Monique and then at length from me. Having seen her picture, he informed me that should I be able to convince Eve to visit, both of us would be exceptionally well rewarded. And in one exciting visit, he required that I call her while he fucked me and listened to the conversation on the speakerphone (his English was excellent).
Apart from sex, I learned much from Jean on those occasions where no other guests were present. He had a fine cellar and was a connoisseur of wine and whiskey. I learned to ride horses and shoot. In short I acquired a plausible veneer of sophistication that served me well in other settings. I afterwards extended my circle of clients, as I will relate in the next chapter.
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