Making It With the Maid

Making It With the Maid

LOSING VIRGINITY WITH VIRGIN MAID. by Boneranil [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5311782&page=submissions], Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.jpg] [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/MakingItWithTheMaid.jpg] Collin is a spoiled Calcutta youth with some very rich parents. He was 20 at the time, when he got into his first experience with a real pussy. It was his maid, named Mani, who was around his age. She is the nurse to Collin's grandmother and sleeps 2 rooms away from Collin's bedroom. She is a beauty, with nice curves and a handful of boobs. She wears just the chudidar pants, and choli bustier’, without any dupatta or sari to cover her cleavage. While she permeates an ‘air’ of an advanced yoga instructor, she’s actually struggling to have any self confidence because of the criticism coming from Collin’s mother, the matriarch of the home. Collin was very much drawn towards his maid, and her cleavage would make him go crazy. Her attire would reveal her perfect shape, but still, Collin maintained distance, because of their class differences. Collin's grandmother found her in a nearby village and brought her to the city, as a maid. Collin's mom never treated her normally and everyone used to scold her. One night, while going to the toilet, Collin heard Mani crying softly, in her room, while everyone was asleep. This was the first time Collin got to approach her. So, Collin went to her, to find out why she was crying. Collin said; "What happened Mani? why are you crying?" Mani said; "Your mom scolded me, for breaking a dish. I didn't do it on purpose." Collin said; "Oh, I am so sorry Mani, for what my mom did to you." Mani said; "It's okay, this happens every day. But, the only thing is that I don't have any friends to share my feelings with." Collin said; "Oh come on, don't think like that. I'll be your friend Mani. Please feel free to talk about anything with me." Then, for over 30 minutes she talks about her life in the village and all. All this while, Collin's eyes were shifting from her lips, to her boobs and cleavage. Collin's lust was increasing, while his mind raced for a plan immediately. When they were done talking, Mani was getting ready to go to bed, that draws Collin's attention and he realizes that she sleeps on the floor. Collin said; "Why are you sleeping on the floor?" Mani said; "Because this is how I sleep. I don't have a bed." Collin said; "You can come and sleep in my room. I have a huge bed." Mani said; "No way, how can I sleep on your bed? That too when you are present? That's not good. Your mom would kill me." Collin said; "Don't worry about my mom. You can come to my room when everyone is asleep and go early in the morning. I won't tell anyone." She hesitates for some time, thinking about Collin's proposal, but finally gives in. After she enters his bedroom, Collin closes the door and goes to his bed. She followed him and both of them stood on both sides of the bed. Then, Collin starts to remove his clothes, which startles Mani. Mani said; "What are you doing? Why are you removing your clothing?" Collin said; "I sleep without anything on my body. That gives good and peaceful sleep." Mani said; "Oh, Okay. But, I am here today?" Collin said; "I don't mind sleeping naked in front of you. You are my friend now." Mani said; "Okay, your wish." Her eyes were fixed on Collin's body, as he removed every piece of his attire, one by one. When Collin was completely naked, he looked at her and realized that her eyes were wide, looking straight at his limp cock. Collin said; "What are you looking at? Never seen a cock before?" Mani said; "No I didn't. It's big." Collin said; "You should see when it's hard, it's much bigger then." Mani said; "Oh, ok." Then, Collin fell on the bed and she also came and slept beside him, in the same blanket. They had good space between them. After making herself comfortable on the bed Mani opens up. Mani said; "You know what? After coming to the city, no one treated me properly, as in the village. You are the 1st person who cared for me." Collin said; "Oh come on Mani, you are a good girl. And remember, we are friends. I'll do anything a friend could do." She says thank you and starts crying. Collin turns towards her, moves closer and places a hand on her hand. Collin said; "Don't cry, ok. I am here for you." Mani said; "You are the only person who treats me like a friend." Hearing this, Collin moves further close to her. Now, Collin's face was an inch away from her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, making her shiver. Collin slowly whispers in her ear, "You can feel comfortable with me. If you want you can also sleep naked. It will relieve some stress." Hearing this, her breathing becomes heavier and with a very low husky voice, she says, "Okay." Collin removes the blanket over her and she gets up. The bed lamp was on and Collin could see her, stripping naked. She removed all her clothes and stood there completely naked. Her pale boobs shined in the visible light, making Collin fall for her again. Her little pussy is surrounded by little hair. Collin admires her beauty for some time, before speaking up. Collin said; "You are so beautiful, Mani. I have never seen a girl naked and so gorgeous." She shyly says, "Thank you. I too never saw a boy naked." Collin said; "Ok, come on now, get into the blanket and sleep." She sneaks into the blanket and sleeps on the other side of the bed, her back facing towards Collin. He already had an erection and was going crazy, seeing her like this. In a husky voice, Collin asks her how she was feeling. Mani said; "It feels so good sleeping naked. I feel relieved." Collin said; "Yeah, it is so good like this." Saying this, Collin slowly moves towards her and places his hand on her waist. She jerks by the touch. Collin's dick was an inch away from her ass. Mani said; "Oh Collin, what are you doing?" Collin said; "Making you more relieved." Collin moves his hand further onto her belly and finds her navel. He circles his finger in it and plays for some time, while she is giggling and breathing softly. Collin then moved further, completely pressing himself into her back, making his dick poke her in her ass. She lets out a sharp moan. "What is that?" Mani said. "It's my dick.” Collin said. “You can touch it, if you want." She then found Collin's dick, in her ass crack and held it with her hand. Mani said; "It feels so hard and big, more than earlier." "That is because of you." Collin said. "Is it?" Mani asked. Collin said; "Yes Mani, seeing your gorgeous body made me hard. I never got such a hard erection." While she explored Collin's dick with her hand, he took his hand further up, to her boobs and held her boob. She gasps. Collin is flattered by her amazing boobs. He moves to her and starts kissing her neck and shoulders, which makes her go crazy. She squeezes Collin's dick harder, whenever he gives a lick on her neck. Collin fondled both her boobs, one by one, for some more time, while she played with his cock. Then, Collin turned her to lay on her back and immediately went for a kiss on her lips. At first, she didn't react. But, after Collin begins to fondle her boobs, she kisses him back, unable to control her desire, and also squeezes his dick harder. After some smooching, Collin went in for her boobs and took them in his mouth. He takes her nipples between his teeth and bites them, making her moan. Then, Collin reached for the treasure. While still sucking on her boobs, he placed his hand on her bushy mound. Collin moved his hand in circles, over her outer labia. She starts dripping. He holds her clitoris with his thumb and index finger, and starts pressing it. She started screaming, and Collins immediately locked her mouth with his and continued his assault on her clit. After 2-3 minutes of clitoral stimulation, she cums heavily on Collin's hand and drenches his bed with her juices. She let out a huge groan in Collin's mouth and her hips raised, while her juices come out. Mani said; "Oh god, that was amazing. I never thought I could cum without fingers actually inside my pussy." Collin said; "Are you relieved now?" "Oh yes, damn it,” Mani said; “ I am so relieved." Collin said; "If you permit, I'll give you more." Mani said; "What do you want my permission for?" Collin said; "Take my dick in your pussy." "Oh yes, definitely.” Mani said; “Please give me your dick. Fuck me now." "Try to relax.” Collin said; “This is gonna hurt." "I'll take it,” Mani said; “please fuck me." Then, Collin gets up and spreads her legs wide, revealing her beautiful pussy. He admires her pussy for some time and slowly rubs his cock on it. Mani said; "Ah, that's so nice. Put it in, please put it in." Collin slaps her pussy with his dick and teases her. He circles it's top around her pussy lips, making her go wild. Collin places his dick head at the entrance and tries pushing. Only the top goes in and her screams go on. Collin immediately places his hand on her mouth, so that she doesn't make any sounds. Then, Collin removes his dick completely out and again pushes it in, slowly. Half of his dick goes in and comes in contact with a stopping. He realizes it is her hymen and she would scream when her hymen breaks. So, Collin takes her panties and puts it in her mouth, and again covers it with his hand. Now, using all his strength, Collin pushes himself further in. His dick goes all the way inside her pussy, tearing the virgin wall. She screams like hell, but her sounds are muffled by her panties and Collin's hand. She struggles and beats her hands on the bed. Collin stays still like that for some seconds and removes the panty. He immediately puts his mouth there and starts kissing her. She gives light screams into his mouth. Collin gets up and covers her mouth again, and slowly start fucking her. For initial strokes, she screams. But gradually, her screams come down to moans. Hearing her moans makes Collin hornier and he increases his speed. He gets hold of her boobs and presses them hard. She covers her mouth and enjoys his fucking. Collin fucks her like a stud horse. He plays with her nipples, pulling and pinching them. When he senses his orgasm building, he removes his dick out of her pussy and strokes fast, as he didn't want to cum in her. Collin had the best orgasm of his life, and he erupted like never before. His hot cum flew out of his dick and landed on Mani's face, boobs, and stomach. After Collin completely drains his juice, he looks at her and sees that she is all covered in white liquid from his dick. She hasn't had another orgasm yet, so Collin immediately puts his fingers to work and inserts them straight into her fuck hole. Collin tells her to cover her mouth and finger fucks her pussy furiously. He finds her g-spot and presses it hard. She squirts her juices out and breathes heavily. He lay beside her and they share a passionate kiss. Collin then lifts her in his arms, takes her to the bathroom and cleans her up. There was blood all over the bed. They remove sheets and sleep naked cuddling up. In the morning, Mani takes the bedsheet and blanket, and later throws them away in a pond. After that day, both have countless fucks, exploring the world of sex. by Boneranil [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5311782&page=submissions] for Literotica.

Mrs. Pevensey’s Naughty Secrets

FINDING MARION'S NAUGHTY PICTURES LEADS TO MORE! By cruiser_2015 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/cruiser_2015]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/MrsPevenseysNaughtySecrets.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9JM4T31Z8nOaY4x7WQxUhftckdwZVI_GylLMYXmlgRo1MoqGSROcf256NIdFl_qRlnT8Vv4VxzI-ABmDgDWw1wsgARqrglmqAPiR2vHoqGbjofIpaxEMw4rBLn3bTveCozu86cWFjOtupDtYbvVZ_VZG6_2tXHRWfBh-rq1vE3LdgNTwrwnE7fz-y5k/w640-h640/MrsPevensey3.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_9JM4T31Z8nOaY4x7WQxUhftckdwZVI_GylLMYXmlgRo1MoqGSROcf256NIdFl_qRlnT8Vv4VxzI-ABmDgDWw1wsgARqrglmqAPiR2vHoqGbjofIpaxEMw4rBLn3bTveCozu86cWFjOtupDtYbvVZ_VZG6_2tXHRWfBh-rq1vE3LdgNTwrwnE7fz-y5k/s730/MrsPevensey3.jpg  I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened. I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased. At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies. Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini. Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since. I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans. Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women! The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer. I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits! Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder. "Yes they're pictures of me." I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips. "My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory." She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back. "He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me." I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders. “I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.” She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all. Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide. "Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!" In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that. A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers. She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still surprisingly firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles. "I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion grinned at me. She stepped off the bed to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude facing me, with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts rested wide and pointed upward. "Andposing for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. " They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?" At that age I was masturbating a couple of times every night in bed, most mornings, and sometimes during the day. I didn't reply but I guess my face gave me away. "If I pose for you, will you do it over me? It’s been so long since I've watched a man wank. Oh please!" As she spoke she was visibly getting more and more excited. Her tits were quivering as she all but bobbed up and down with excitement, and she was running her fingertips through her cunt hair. I was shocked to discover this mild-mannered elegant woman's exhibitionist fetish and secret sex life. I'd only ever shown my flaccid cock to other boys in the school gym showers before, but never erect and to a naked woman. But I was a sex obsessed hungry and frustrated twenty one year old and I wasn't saying no to this. She purred with excitement as I unzipped and dropped my jeans and briefs in a single movement letting my erect cock bounce out. At that age I was reasonably well endowed, about seven inches full erect with a big round purple-grey head and quite hairy. And boy was I erect! With Marion naked in front of me I felt as if I was having the biggest, stiffest erection of my life. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs, then for good measure took my shirt off so I was naked too. I stood wide legged facing Marion as she knelt on the bed. I felt my straining cock swing stiffly as I thrust my hips toward her. Unexpectedly Marion laughed. "Your cock looks just like your dad's!" I didn't know what to say at yet another revelation of Marion's secret sex life, so I said nothing. She purred, leaned forward and caressed my balls and my cock, running her fingers lightly along its length and sliding her fingers up and over my shaft and its head. I'd never had my erect cock touched before. At the sudden shock of sexual pleasure I involuntarily rammed my sex kit into Marion's hand. Then, unexpectedly, Marion bent really low and took my erection-sensitized cock head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I involuntarily tried to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and struggled, successfully, not to cum in her mouth. Fortunately after a few moments of that she rolled back onto the bed. “Did you like that?" Marion was, grinning. I was panting and felt as if my cock was going to snap. She picked up one of the pictures scattered on the bed. "This was one of my husband's favorite poses." Repeating the pose she got on all fours on the bed and spread her knees wide. Her big breasts looked so erotic as they hung and swung pendulously above the bed. Her spread thighs and well-rounded bottom gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. To me, somehow most erotically of all, her bush of brown cunt fur peeped out behind her from just under her ass cheeks. "Touch me!" Marion was sensuously wiggling her bottom at me. I didn't need to be asked! She moaned softly as I caressed her soft smooth thighs and ass cheeks. I slid my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks then ran my hand under her between her legs brushing her inside thigh tops and ruffling her rapidly moistening cunt hair with my fingers. Her legs strained wider for my hand and her whole body quivered when my fingers found her vagina lips. Then as I explored her naked body with my hands she got her naked body into leg-spreading, breast-thrusting and bottom- wiggling poses every bit as explicit as those photographs. My hands savored her exquisitely smooth bottom and thighs, those deliciously sensuously swinging breasts and of course her cunt. From her excited gasps and the way she trembled as my hand between her legs stroked her labia and reached inside her vagina slit I could tell I was hitting the right spot. As my one hand played with Marion, my other hand fingered my straining cock working it to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. She picked up her little black thong and brushed it over my straining cock, the way I used to do with my mother's panties imagining the feel of a woman's fingers and tongue. The feel of the lace against my cock head was exquisite. "My husband liked me to do that for him. It got him so excited." Then she flopped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and thrust her hairy cunt at me in a movement that wobbled her breasts.. "Cum over me!" I joined her on the bed, kneeling astride her leg. My straining cock was arching up in front of me and my balls were brushing her bare thigh. Kneeling like that is one of my favorite masturbation positions. The heavy feeling of my cock sticking straight out makes it feel huge, and spreading my legs like that as I knelt pulls my muscles tight. Marion had a good long feel of my straining sex kit before I wrapped my hand round my cock to masturbate. I began the rhythmic stroking and tugging, thrusting my cock forward and making sure I put on a good meaty show. I grunted like an animal and stroked my cock full length with my fist sliding right up over my cock head. With my spare hand I played with Marion's smooth warm thighs and her hairy cunt, and reached forward to caress her breasts. As I masturbated astride her Marion reached up to lightly caress my balls and slid her hand between my legs to stroke the inside tops of my spread thighs, my groins and my arse. I'd masturbated thousands of times over naked women in porn, but nothing equaled that wank over a real live naked woman with her hand sexually exciting me. I took my time. I edged, holding myself on the brink of orgasm to prolong and increase my masturbation pleasure. Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I guess my strangled grunt and the way I thrust my cock forward told her I was rising. Then, as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust Marion leaned forward, reached between my spread legs to grip my ass. In an exquisite orgasm I spurted my cum over her belly and right up her front to her breasts. I stayed kneeling astride Marion's leg with my still mostly-erect cock swinging above her leg and dripping a strand of semen onto her thigh. Marion's light fingers were still playing with my cock and balls, gently stroking my shaft. The friction of her fingers against my shaft and cock head sent a last pulse of orgasm pleasure through my cock and a final spurt of semen that landed on Marion's thigh. I was panting, astonished at what I'd done. Marion reached out for that black lace thong and used it to wipe my semen off her body. Then she tossed it aside. "Was that good? You did it just like my husband." 'Fucking hell, Marion!" Was all I could gasp. She laughed. "That's not the kind of language I expect from a church-going boy!" I flopped onto the bed with Marion. As I lay beside her she browsed through the pictures as if she was re-living fond memories. She told me some of the filthy things she'd been up to in those past months. Seeing those unbelievably erotic pictures while listening to what she'd done, all with a naked woman snuggled next to me, my cock rapidly stiffened up. I also noticed she was constantly fingering her cunt, stroking and massaging her vagina lips, slipping her fingers into her slit and her pink-brown nipples were standing out more and more. I could tell she was getting excited again. Suddenly she put the pictures down. "They loved it when I pleasured myself for them. It's so much better with men watching. You want to watch me don't you?" Without waiting for any reply she rolled onto her back. Her breasts flopped sideways and she spread her legs incredibly wide, hooking one leg over mine in the process. With a deep half sigh half moan her hand slid down her belly and into her bush. I saw her fingers slip into her vagina slit. I watched with erotic fascination as her hand smoothly and rhythmically massaged and stroked her cunt up and down, rustling her pubic hair, setting her belly quivering and her breasts wobbling with the movement of her hand. She had her eyes closed and at first she seemed oblivious to me. As her masturbation pleasure rose she moaned, gasped and squirmed. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me. "Play with me! Kiss my tits!" I leaned over her and reached down between her spread legs to caress her inside thigh tops, her groins and her arse the way she'd excited me as I masturbated for her. Her gasps and groans, the way she strained her legs even wider and nuzzled her cunt against my hand told me I was treating her to what she wanted. I kissed her tits. Her nipples were peaking really hard and I licked and flicked them with my tongue. As I knelt beside her my hard up cock poked and prodded her side. The friction of her body against my cock head was turning my shaft to straining hard steel. As she got more and more excited, her spare hand grabbed my ass and she pulled me hard against her. Finally her hand suddenly went frantic between her legs, she uttered a long sobbing cry and her entire body seemed to tense. Her legs folded up, she thrust her cunt upward, then she writhed and squirmed in the pulses of her climax. Though I'd never watched a woman orgasm before, even I could tell it had been explosive and exquisite. I can still hear her orgasm cry to this day. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced. After she'd climaxed Marion lay back with her eyes closed, panting and holding her hand cupped over her hairy cunt. My cock felt taut enough to snap. I wanted release and I thought of getting astride her and wanking over her again. But Marion had other ideas. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "Want you!" Marion was reaching up and trying to pull me on top of her. Some boys would have climbed straight on top of her and fucked her but at that moment I was terrified. My church upbringing had given me a fear of sex outside of marriage and she was a widow nearly three times my age. "Oh god no, Marion!" I gasped. But that didn't stop her. "Want you!" She was making it sound like an order, and tugging my arm. This time I couldn't resist. A naked woman was offering me sex and at her age there was no fear of pregnancy. It was as if Marion's pent up lust and will power was irresistibly drawing me to her, and at the same time my own lust was obliterating all my inhibitions. I couldn't resist moving up to kneel between her spread legs. Her spread thighs and gaping juice-glistening pubic hair ringed vagina pulled me irresistibly. As if acknowledging my surrender to her hungry body I bowed down and kissed her vagina, even darting my tongue between her labia. Then I moved up her body till I was on top of her with her naked body against mine. I remember how soft and warm she was under me, her belly against mine. I felt my cock head poking her between her legs and her cunt hair brushing me. It was impossible to resist making the final thrust and entering her hot, wet, full length. Marion gave a long deep sigh. "Oh! It’s been so long!" Then her arms wrapped over my back and her legs folded over my ass as if she was trying to pull me even deeper in. My hips almost involuntarily started the rhythmic thrusting movement. Her vagina was looser around my hard cock than younger women I've fucked in later years, but she was so deliciously smooth and warm. I remember thinking how similar but at the same time so different to masturbation sex with her was. My whole naked body, not just my cock in my hand, was enjoying her. Perhaps because of her looseness, or because I'd recently masturbated, I took ages to cum. She was still throbbing and aroused from masturbating herself, and while I was fucking her she suddenly gasped, gave a little cry and her arms and legs gripped me tighter. I'd given her another mini orgasm. Then delicious minutes of thrusting later, my own orgasm came, building slowly then exploding. I remember her firm thighs hard against mine as I rammed into her in my orgasm thrust and filled her with my semen, and of course I grunted "Marion!" I lay

An Itsy-Bitsy, Teenie-Weenie

AN ITSY-BITSY, TEENIE-WEENIE TOO SMALL A SWIMSUIT? Based on a post by Tarnished Penny [https://www.literotica.com/authors/TarnishedPenny/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/AnItsyBitsyTeenieWeenie.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/AnItsyBitsyTeenieWeenie.jpg] Brazen. That was the word, Maeve thought, right out of some ancient Greek story, like The Odyssey; a 'brazen' sky. She smiled a little, thinking that her English teacher, Mrs. Pensey, would be pleased by her remembering. Her smile didn't last too long, for this sky was beyond hot. It lay like a low, searing bronze lid over the town, the oven-like temperatures scarcely relieved by the odd feeble twitch of stale, dusty breeze. Air conditioners across the region wheezed in failing attempts to keep up. The demand had become so high that the electrical system was struggling and consumers had been warned of possible rolling service interruptions to avoid a complete collapse. Records weren't being broken, not quite, but the last time it had been this hot for this long had been almost a century ago. People moved noticeably slower outside, speeding up as they neared buildings known to be cool inside. There were reports of families sleeping overnight in their cars to take advantage of vehicle air conditioners and the town council had activated an emergency cooling plan for the poor and elderly, with cots being set up in local gyms and arenas. Tempers were fraying and, after a couple of spectacular brawls in parks and bars, the police had announced an increased presence on the north-east end of town. Maeve, wearing just panties, groaned in frustration as she tried again to adjust the sweep of the fan sitting on the floor in front of her. Irritatingly, the fan refused to be set to aim in just one direction; it insisted on swinging back and forth, leaving her swaying from side to side in a futile effort to stay in the cooler air stream. It wasn't that much of a fan in any case; her parents had passed it to her when they got a larger one. Air conditioning was not on the cards in this household. Maeve lifted her heavy tits to cool the sweat-soaked crease beneath them. The fan responded by dying altogether, its blades gradually slowing to an infuriating halt. She reached for the switch, played with it, moaning in frustration when it refused to so much as groan in apology. Angrily, she stomped down the hall to her parents' bedroom. Her mother was at work and her father out of town for the week on a freight run to Florida; they could share for an hour. As she entered the curtained bedroom, she flicked at the light switch. The lights stayed off. She fiddled with the switch a couple of times before realizing that the power must be out. She swore a most unladylike oath, then doubled down when her phone down the hall started ringing. "Maeve?" It was her BFF Tanya; "Have you got power?" "No such luck. It just went out." "Damn it, girl, what are we going to do? I'm dying over here." "Cold showers?" "Not funny." "The mall?" "I can see it from my place. Power's out there, too. People are leaving and they're not letting anyone back in. How about the Memorial Pool?" "It'd be crowded." Maeve said, then paused. "But, wait. They still have those spray coolers, right?" "Did last week. And it's an adults-only timeslot. No freaky kids screaming." "Okay, then." "You should wear that new bikini you bought," Tanya giggled. "The yellow spotted one." "You're kidding, right?" Maeve hadn't adjusted to the thought of being seen in public wearing the abbreviated outfit. "Anyway, I didn't buy it; you bought it for me on a dare." "Which," Tanya snickered, "you didn't refuse at the time." "You never asked." "Okay," Tanya said; and Maeve could hear the grin over the phone; "I'm asking, daring, you now!" She had Maeve hooked; and both girls knew it. "So, um, what would you be wearing?" she dodged. "Something appropriate." Tanya dodged back. "Well," Okay," Maeve said. "I'm too hot to argue. Pick me up in 15? Mom's taken the car to work." "Can't. My brother took ours up to the hills to go camping." "That means walking like 12 blocks in this heat, Tanya." "It's that or melt, Maeve. I'll see you there at 2, sharp." Not giving Maeve time to reply, the girl hung up. Maeve took the bikini out of her drawer, still in the store bag. As she looked at the scraps of bright fabric in her hands, she felt a stirring inside her, a sense of excitement, like a child stealing peaches from a neighbor's orchard. She peeled off her damp panties, letting them fall to the floor. Tying the side ties of the G-string bottom, she slid it up her legs and over her bottom. The triangle, while covering her sex completely, was no bigger than her palm. The ties, of course, covered nothing. At least there isn't a camel-toe, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. She tried the top on next. The small triangles of cloth just barely covered her and her nipples were obvious despite the thin padding. She put her hands under her tits and hefted them, adjusting the fit. Turning back and forth in front of her mirror, she frowned and slipped out of the garment to readjust a tie. Putting it back on, she turned back and forth, smiled wickedly in spite of herself. Damn, but that looks hot! Maeve considered a fashionable pair of sandals but reconsidered when she realized how thin the soles were and opted for a pair of sneakers. She slipped a thin, knee-length sundress over the bikini and found a broad straw hat. Even so, by the time she reached the pool, her feet were burning and she had perspired enough that she looked as if she had been dipped in baby oil. Her small bag, containing little more than sun-screen, a towel and a bottle of water, seemed to weigh a ton in the heat. Finally, she reached the shady entranceway and pushed a bill through the till at the cashier before moving through into the pool area. On her way, she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders, feeling the hot sun on her back and legs. Only then did her problems really start. From inside the office came a thin, annoyed voice. "You can't wear that here! Put something on that's respectable." Emerging from his burrow was McGregor, the pool supervisor, a gaunt, grey, sour man. Rumor had it that he'd once smiled at his mother, but few believed it. His normally choleric disposition had not been improved by the heat. As Maeve watched, a drop of sweat trickled off his forehead and oozed down through his eyebrow. The girl watched its progress as it entered his right eye. McGregor winced and rubbed it with a forefinger. "You heard me," he said. "What?" Maeve said, looking down at herself. "Why not? Everything's covered, isn't it?" "Look, missy, I run the pool for the town. One of my jobs is to keep things orderly here. And I'm saying that swimsuit isn't acceptable dress." "So, you won't let me in wearing this? You won't let me go swimming? In this heat?" "No way." The old man shook his head. "But I walked 12 blocks to get here!" the girl wailed. "Should've considered the dress code first." "What dress code? The sign just talks about showering and spitting." "Common sense, young lady." "Please?" "No. Not with that suit on." The frustration boiled out of Maeve. "Fine, then. You won't let me in with it, then I'll go without it!" The girl could hear Tanya giggle behind her, but was angry enough to carry through with her threat. Given the nature of the suit, it took only a couple of seconds to pull the ties and step clear of the falling cloth. McGregor's eyes bulged in astonishment. Maeve had never considered herself centerfold material, but what she had, she now bared with flaming, righteous indignation. Covered in perspiration and flushed with anger, she blazed like a Celtic warrior princess before battle. She stomped her foot in anger, sending her tits bobbing in the hot sun. "Come on!" she shouted. "Throw me out now!" She snatched up her suit from the ground and made as if to step around the befuddled pool manager. McGregor started to reach for her, then paused. Maeve could almost read his mind; Wrestling a naked 18-year-old girl in public. Not a good image. He jerked back his hand as if it had been burned. "I'll have you thrown out!" "By whom?" McGregor paused for a second. "The lifeguards," he said. "Walter?" She chuckled and swiveled her head around to look at the sunburned guy melting on the high chair under the broiling sun. "I don't think so." She waved at him. The guy's flushed skin wasn't entirely due to the sun. He pretended to be watching swimmers already in the pool, but she could see his eyes bulging out as they were drawn to her form. Walter was one of the most common topics of discussion among half of Maeve's schoolmates. It was the solid consensus among the female students that Walter was just about the best-looking guy in town. Tall, graceful, with a baritone voice and eyes as blue as his hair was black, he could have had a date with any girl there by merely raising an eyebrow. Some of her peers, Maeve knew, had taken up swimming just to be able to ogle the young man's sculpted form on his lifeguard chair. Sadly for Walter, and his distaff classmates, he was painfully, devastatingly shy with women, to the point some girls had questioned his orientation. Maeve was in the larger, more hopeful camp, the ones who felt he was merely socially awkward and could be 'helped'. In any case, she was pretty sure she was safe from being evicted by the shy young man. The other lifeguard was Tiffany, even smaller than Tanya; Maeve wasn't much worried about her, either. "I'll call the police!" McGregor threatened. "Go for it," Maeve snorted. "I think they've got better things to do." Mr. McGregor looked around for support. Instead, he saw another couple shedding swimsuits. The woman sat down with her feet in the water and watched Maeve; the man dived into the water before surfacing and, treading water, watching the drama unfolding. Both were smiling broadly. The woman's tits showed no tan lines; could it be they did this all the time? As Maeve watched, water from the cooling spray collected on another man's chest and slowly trickled down to his groin. The girl watched it for a second, awaiting its inevitable fall from. Maeve had a sudden inspiration, something she'd read web-surfing only the day before. She shook her head to shake the image of the man across from her and broke into a brilliant smile. "After all, Mr. McGregor," she beamed. "It's National Nude Day. Progress never stops." "What?" the man almost screamed. "National what Day? There's no such thing!" "Certainly there is," Maeve grinned. "You can google it, Mr. McGregor. It's a national celebration." To emphasize her point, she arched her back, thrusting her bare tits up and forward at the dazed caretaker. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of other people starting to laugh and from somewhere came a supporting whistle. McGregor had never been well-liked and it was too hot for rulebooks. More people started taking off their clothes. "Come on, Tanya," she snorted. Tanya had already doffed her bikini. Pushing between the others, she handed it to McGregor in passing. The old man looked at the handful of colorful fabric in disbelief then dropped it as if it were toxic. He spun around and almost sprinted away. The sound of his office door slamming echoed across the pool. A moment later, he exited and headed for the parking lot. His car left seconds later, spraying gravel as it went. Maeve dropped her suit and bag on a chair, stepped up onto the low board and dove into the pool with a clean forward pike. She was surprised at the delicious feel of cool water on areas which had never felt bare swimming before. I was made for this! she realized with delight. She was still more surprised when her head surfaced. Every person in the crowded pool was applauding her. Except Walter. With nudity breaking out all around him, Walter wasn't quite sure where to look. His eyes locked on Tanya, all five feet of her, topped with short red hair, and with, as the saying goes, a rug matching the drapes. Tanya caught him looking at her and pointedly blew him a kiss. Walter blushed and his eyes darted away, almost in panic. But he couldn't look away from the increasingly-unclad bodies in the pool, for watching was his job. The guy's growing panic was almost palpable. Pretend we're on the Net, Walter, Maeve snickered to herself. I'm sure you've looked at boobies on your phone! Then she had a better idea. Waiting until Tiffany was occupied, she slipped under the water in front of Walter's chair, then emerged with a loud splashing about. "Cramp!" she yelled, before allowing herself to sink back under the water. Walter's training kicked in and he was off his perch in a clean dive. Two stokes had him up to Maeve. He got too close; the girl grabbed him. There was a brief wrestling match, which Walter of course won; but in the process, Maeve had his swim trunks down around his ankles. In desperation, Walter kicked them off without thinking; and, breaking loose from Maeve's grasp, towed her efficiently to the side. "Don't panic!" he called. "You're safe! I've got you!" Right out of the book. Maeve smiled to herself, despite the discomfort of being towed. Who's got who? she thought. Okay, whom? Walter reached around and pulled her to the edge, putting both hands on the concrete ledge. It was only then that he realized he was missing something. He looked frantically around for a way out. Maeve cut him off by taking both hands off the ledge, grabbing Walter's head, and turning him in towards her. Leaning forward, she began a long, sensuous kiss, tongue sweeping inside his lips. In his panic, Walter let go to push her away, only to cause both of them to slide under the surface of the deep water. He reached back with one hand, using the other in a vain attempt to free his face. Maeve was relentless and, almost without realizing it, his lips opened and Walter had his very first tongue kiss. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and licked back and forth. Unsurprisingly, even in the cold water, Maeve felt him react under the surface. She pulled back, grinning at him as their heads broke the surface, into the air. "Thank you for saving me, Walter," she smiled, as beguilingly as she could. "I might have drowned." Walter's free hand left her face and wrapped around her waist to hold her. "It's Okay," he said huskily. "I think you would've made it." "But I still have a cramp, Walter," she breathed, her nose only six inches from his. She deliberately opened her eyes as wide as possible. "The book says to massage the cramp," he said. Again, he paused. He was uncomfortably (Okay; delightedly, but still uncomfortably) aware of Maeve's substantial bosom pressing against his chest. He knew, beyond the ghost of a doubt, that his rubbing her bare leg out on the pool deck, would have him hard as a rock. Without his trunks. In public. "It's so hot by the pool," she said, batting her eyes, "Isn't there a room, out of the sun; or something?" It was about as transparent as, Come up to my room and see my sketchings, but Walter wasn't thinking as well as he might. They climbed out and Maeve managed to fake a creditable limp. Scooping her up in his arms, Walter headed for the small first-aid room, between the 2 changing rooms. He got a round of applause for his rescue from the (now mostly bare) spectators. Most were so busy applauding, that they overlooked his half-hard tallywhacker. Maeve merely leaned her head on his shoulder. It was an odd feeling, she thought, his strong arms carrying her. She hadn't been carried like that since she was a little girl. It felt comforting, and exciting, at the same time. Tanya gave her a wink and a quick thumbs-up, as they passed. Passing Tiffany, Walter called to her to cover his monitoring duties for a couple of minutes; as he kicked the door open, carrying the buck naked girl inside. Maeve had never been in the room before, but was unsurprised to see it was fairly bare except for a glass-fronted supply cabinet, full of bandages; and a cloth-covered exam table. A spine board and stretcher hung off hooks mounted on the wall. A telephone was mounted on the wall next to a list of emergency numbers. It was pleasantly cooler, and dim, with the only light coming from a row of windows high up on one wall. "Okay," he said, standing her back up and trying to sound professional, "Lie down on the table, please." Having the guy thoroughly off-balance by now, Maeve decided to press her advantage. Holding his forearm with one hand, she hopped on one foot towards the table. His eyes popped as he watched her hefty tits sway and bounce. "Help me, Walter!" she cried, leaning towards him. Flustered and hardly thinking, his strong hands grabbed her; as she had planned; by her bare ass. There was a split-second pause before he shifted his grip to her waist. Gingerly, he helped her get up on the table. She rolled over on her stomach. "It's my right calf," she said. Walter paused. "I thought it was your left," he said, puzzled. Oops! She thought to herself. "No, it's my right," she whispered, as she spread her legs as wide as the exam table would support. "Please! It really hurts." Gallantly, the guy began to stroke her right calf. Maeve smiled to herself, her face hidden. She wiggled her round ass, just a little, and could feel his stare. His hands stopped, then restarted, more slowly now. She eased her legs a bit farther apart, giving her victim a much better view of her glistening cunt lips. His hands stopped altogether. A slight poke on her hip told her everything she needed to know. Guided by that, her hand reached out and grasped something every bit as impressive as she had been hoping. "Hey!" he blurted. He tried to back away, but risked leaving behind important and sensitive parts, in her firm grip. Maintaining her grasp on him, Maeve rolled over and sat up, smiling sweetly. "Walter," she murmured, "I'll let go the instant you tell me a second time. But you and I both know, that you truly don't want me to." Her free hand reached out, took one of his and brought it slowly, gently towards her tit. While he didn't exactly cooperate, he didn't resist either. She stopped just short of causing his palm to contact her stiff nipple, then relaxed her grip on his wrist. "You're strong and sweet and really good-looking, Walter," she whispered. "Isn't it about time you let yourself try?" His eyes flipped up, to lock with hers. She released his manhood, then with both hands she cupped her tits and lifted them towards him as an offering. "Go ahead, Walter," she said, almost inaudibly. "They're made for handsome guys, as well as babies, you know." She reached up one hand behind his neck, then took his head and slowly pulled it down to hers before whispering into the guy's ear, "I want you, Walter. Kiss me. Please." She felt both his hands close on her tits, carefully squeezing and lifting them. Deep within her, a fire began to glow. His lips touched hers, tentatively at first. She ran her tongue across them. After a moment, his mouth opened and the tip of his own tongue swept lightly across hers. Still holding his head in both her hands, she pulled their mouths apart. "That feels very good, darling. Don't stop, please." She pulled him back in for a longer, stronger kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other. She felt his cock twitch against her leg a

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 2

THE BUSTY TRUCKDRIVER IN 1960S FRANCE. By Slowandeasy47 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3609908&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHl8mXNJuNGI8dWnQ1gsGytdX0EluhI7R2WpdHhyphenhyphen5lpHc3RBDAFzE5UkqYLzxamxZ-PMFEheyEmmJ58FGeHxPWc0xJjmDyfuD_QU1L5BJs0NefXbWwfTvWRFY5LaU4DPxNvHEXN80xRE-JcVt-mDjXW7eaS2RF-ZARizZhLO2IzIuEuhY3dA7ZxuJVx8/w638-h640/VirginBrit2.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHl8mXNJuNGI8dWnQ1gsGytdX0EluhI7R2WpdHhyphenhyphen5lpHc3RBDAFzE5UkqYLzxamxZ-PMFEheyEmmJ58FGeHxPWc0xJjmDyfuD_QU1L5BJs0NefXbWwfTvWRFY5LaU4DPxNvHEXN80xRE-JcVt-mDjXW7eaS2RF-ZARizZhLO2IzIuEuhY3dA7ZxuJVx8/s1284/VirginBrit2.jpg The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun. I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to. Where to go next and what to do had been the two big questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply, enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan. Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby. Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of lift. My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company. My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side, now that we were in France. As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from the depths of the cab hailed me with, "Hop in sweetheart." I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung myself & my duffle in. "Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat. "Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied, taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin. "So 'ow long you going for?" "I don't have to be back until October to start university classes." "Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks. “Speaking of work,” I ventured a question.. “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered? How’s that working out?” “My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.” “How’d you learn?” I asked. “Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was around.” She explained. The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours. "So off for the three-S holiday are we?" "The three S?" I said quizzically. "Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell someone’s age by their three esses?" "Sorry, I'm not with you." "Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?" "OK!" "Sun, sea and?" "Sand!" This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life! "OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?" "Sangria?" "Getting better, much better, but still not there. One more try." I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of nowhere. "Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it. "How many letters?" She took one hand off the wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted. "Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my brains, but even sangria was only seven. "I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into silence. I could hardly believe my ears. "Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging. Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'! "Come on now." She said placing one hand on my knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all. "Don't tell me I'm wrong.” "Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are johnnies in your pack aren't there?" This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner. "You win." I said reluctantly. "Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples. "Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was. "Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!" Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh. "That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything." I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head. Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an erection and what to do then? "I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I muttered weakly. "Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled past. "OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a forfeit. You start." I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal conversation when she asked me. "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "What's the most embarrassing moment of your life?" Shit! I thought. "Do I have to answer." "Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging." "Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'." The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for truth." "What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting an evasive answer. "My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you loose your virginity." "Um, er, well, er......" "Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?" "Er yes." "Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go." "How old were you when you first had sex?" "Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn. If you were a girl for a day what would you do?" I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could really think of the answer my mouth said. "Find a nice boy and take him up to my room." "Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done." I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were definitely a liberating decade. Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a diagonal line with lots of other lorries. "That's it for today. Let's eat." We walked over to the building and as I followed her I couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket. They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception. "Where are you off to?" "Get a room." "Well, if you want to save some money and you promise to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them. Your decision." I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then! We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs. She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this because I could feel my cock swelling. She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap. "Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound convincing but obviously failed. "We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare." Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over here and get a bit more comfortable." What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was naïve. "Seriously?" "Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times." Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked. First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either. "Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just how good you can be." The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening? Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on. After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it towards her entrance. No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and whispered in my ear. "Just stay still, don't try to move." I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly. "Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered realising it hadn't been much of a success for her. "Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits yet and here I was, spent. "I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse." I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready to go again after just a few minutes of stroking. "This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back and you have promised to be good." She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts, feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close. It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time. We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road. "My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady. We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection. She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqué conversation. She talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather. We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the unloading. "I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab." The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my embarrassment. "Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have ya?" "Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave a burst of that dirty laugh. We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable, without being in any way posh. "Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop." I was still processing the information. We were going to shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity. My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection. We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did. She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other. This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of my cock. The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she spoke. "OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off." Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may have been learning fast, but I was still naïve. After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about, investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is until she slid down my body and kissed it. I had never heard of this before and she sensed my apprehension. "Just relax and go with it!" These were the last words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again. "Girls like this too, you know," She said pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy, pink lipped, blond hair surrounded, cunt. I followed her example, licking slowly and positively, from bottom to top. It t

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

TANTE MARIE’S CHATEAU OF DELIGHTS. By Slowandeasy47 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3609908&page=submissions] - Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories].   [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNIX6IglZ4dWcPjFy5eBFlhTlcr0J9zyzwBg9nrbHFBvBSMml-eIsH1CU2rGF6x20IqZFrT_7QsOVHqQ16eDYiPbBhY-4mGKb2Wzcq6O8Gfwxg14qj_4ieHUQDTMSXJsu17mPlSXHB4CmzXqk3UBcRXfw9O6q6Niia2pyg9Z43yS-reM1Z5DeNLYaTYc/w570-h640/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1%5B1%5D.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNIX6IglZ4dWcPjFy5eBFlhTlcr0J9zyzwBg9nrbHFBvBSMml-eIsH1CU2rGF6x20IqZFrT_7QsOVHqQ16eDYiPbBhY-4mGKb2Wzcq6O8Gfwxg14qj_4ieHUQDTMSXJsu17mPlSXHB4CmzXqk3UBcRXfw9O6q6Niia2pyg9Z43yS-reM1Z5DeNLYaTYc/s682/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1%5B1%5D.jpg I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least. We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge. I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60’s, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages. Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60’s, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes. The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy. As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm. The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn’t worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time. It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then. The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise’s chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant. She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight. Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo. However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience. It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra. This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies. Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau’ to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches. On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same. How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can’t remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn’t as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that. One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau’ discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte’, which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling it. The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau’ and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm. Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys’ boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more. I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time. Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn’t learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau’s day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so. Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine’s cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy! I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants! I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand. I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn’t normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers. I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up. Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery, “À la prochaine.” Or, until next time. What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering. She didn’t look any different! But she’d just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room. I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind. Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine’s hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less. I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine’s massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later. The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty. At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami. It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room. The day’s work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise. The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.’ Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own. Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered. “Désolé.” Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response. “De rien!” It’s nothing! Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn’t had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced. We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards. Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.’ Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs? This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal. As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck. This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte’. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced. Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said. “ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end. What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin. I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said. “I think it is time you to go to your room.” The next morning at breakfast I just didn’t know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise’s naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking, “So you had the pleasant dreams, no?” The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot. By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV. On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly. “How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes. After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.’ Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast. I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn’t leave a mark on the bedding. My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.” She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties! Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn’t help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk. “Viens, viens. Clothes off!” I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel. “This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash. I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs. I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming. I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible. It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pas