Chapter 7: A weekend with friends

The week when I would sit the all-important exams was rapidly approaching. There was just one weekend left to get ready. But Mirabelle and Sylvie didn't intend to spend the weekend studying. They agreed with their parents that it was better to clear the mind from all exam worries than to cram until the last minute, and planned to spend the weekend in the mountain hut. They would leave Friday afternoon and return on Sunday. Mirabelle told me with a wink that I was welcome to join them.

None of us had a driver's license and getting there by public transport would be more complicated than the car journey of about two hours. First we would have to take a train to Paris, then cross the town to get to Gare du Nord from where we would take another train to Tracy-le-Mont. From there it would be a hike of roughly half an hour to the hut. I told Mirabelle that I would travel to Paris with them but planned to spend the weekend in the capital.

After getting permission from my parents, I phoned Ramon with the good news. He told me to go to Gare du Nord with my friends, he would meet me there. "I know a very nice restaurant nearby, called 'La Marmite'. We'll have an early dinner there and then we can spend the rest of the evening together without any interruptions."

When I told my friends that Ramon had invited me for dinner at a place called 'La Marmite', Sylvie's eyes widened. "La Marmite! That's one of the best restaurants in Paris. That's where the rich and famous go! What are you going to wear? You can't walk in there with your hiking boots!"

I did a mental search of my wardrobe but couldn't think of anything suitable for such a place. I discarded the idea of wearing the outfit Charlotte had given me for the evening at 'Le Club' a second time. When I told them, I didn't have anything suitable to wear and would ask Ramon to take me to a simpler place, Sylvie decided this wasn't an option. She volunteered to lend me one of her dresses, but warned me it might look a little short on me and it might feel quite tight around my chest. I accepted her offer without having seen the dress she had in mind. Sylvie would bring it with her when we met for the journey to Paris.

When I left my travel companions at Gare du Nord, I wished them an enjoyable weekend and they wished me the same. They said they wanted to meet Ramon and insisted that I bring him to the waterfall the following day. I promised to try but said I couldn't guarantee we'd actually come. Both of them had listened with a certain amount of scepticism to my stories about the size of Ramon's penis and probably thought a visit to the waterfall would give them a chance to check how much I had exaggerated. Mirabelle gave me detailed instructions on how to find the hut, just in case.

In the tiny booth inside the ladies' toilets, I took off my hiking clothes and took out the dress which Sylvie had brought along for me to wear. I could imagine how attractive she would look wearing this dress: thin shoulder straps, a deep cleavage and a narrow skirt. I decided to wear the dress right on my naked skin, with nothing underneath. As I pulled it over my head, I could feel that it would be a tight squeeze for my breasts. There wasn't any mirror inside the booth so I had to go to the sink area to see myself. I was pleased; the dress made me look really sexy, showing off my full breasts, my womanly hips, and covering my thighs only halfway down. I put on a little make-up and went to meet Ramon.

'La Marmite', in spite of its humble name, is one of the most luxurious Gourmet restaurants in Paris. At the time we arrived the customers consisted mostly of business executives on travel expenses. Later in the evening there would be a completely different clientele. This is when elegantly dressed amorous couples come here for a meal between love bouts. I remembered having once read an article which stated that in Paris the most popular time for making love was before dinner. This, the author concluded, explained why Parisians ate so late - and so much.

When we were lead to our table, heads turned our way. I could feel the other guest's eyes on my flimsy dress and on everything that lay underneath it. When I sat down I realized how short Sylvie's dress was. It was almost impossible to find a comfortable position without risking that someone could get a glimpse at my pussy.

When our starters arrived I asked Ramon, "How is the Coquilles St. Jacques?" because that's what he was having.

"Oh, very good," he replied, "and how is the coquille of Sainte Jacqueline?"

His question stunned me for a moment, then I said, "Hot and juicy, waiting for the visit from a big fish. Would you like to taste it?"

I couldn't believe I was saying this, but as he answered, "Yes, I would like that very much," I felt I had no choice. I moved the hem of my dress up a little further, then plunged two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out again, checking if anybody had seen what was going on. I offered Ramon my fingers across the table and he licked them eagerly and sucked them into his mouth.

"Hmm," he said, "that tastes lovely. I think I'll have some of that for desert."

"Only some of it?" I enquired.

"Well, actually, I think I'll have all of it. And everything that comes with it."

I closed my eyes, casting my mind back to the first night we spent together and how he had devoured my pussy and everything that came with it.

Ramon brought me back to the present, saying, "Your nipples are about to burn two holes into your dress."

I looked at myself and found that the tight dress was clinging to my breasts like a second skin, moulding their shape perfectly. My dark areolas were clearly visible through the thin fabric and my swollen nipples were putting a severe strain on it. I felt uncomfortable. Maybe my exhibitionist streak had got the better of me.

"Do you think I look like a slut?" I asked.

"I don't like that word. It belongs in the vocabulary of hypocrites," he answered. "When a woman uses her physical assets to gain an advantage, they call her a whore, when she has sex for her own enjoyment, they call her a slut. What do they want? A woman accepting sex as a necessary evil, as part of the duties of a devout wife? No, I think you look very seductive."

While we were eating our main course, he elaborated on his answer. "The whole question of clothes, particularly women's attire, is part of a game of hide and seek, or better, hide and reveal. A woman decides what to wear by a number of criteria. It must make her feel good; the parts which are in direct contact with her body must touch her in a way to remind her that she is a sensual being; the clothes must hug her figure, make her feel attractive, desirable.

"This feeling of being attractive changes her appearance, her attitude to her surroundings. She gives the impression of someone who wants to be noticed, who wants to be complimented on her good looks, either in words or by glances, and in order to make sure she is noticed she selects clothes which reveal some of her beauty but hide the rest.

"The man who is lucky enough to meet such a woman, feasts his eyes on the parts which are revealed and pictures the hidden parts in his imagination. In our fantasy everything is perfect, so the woman, even though she may have some flaws - not everybody can be as perfect as you - turns into a goddess, which the man sets out to conquer.

"When the woman realizes that she is being desired by the man, her body reacts. The heart starts to beat faster, pumping more blood into her veins. She blushes, her whole body tingles with desire, her breasts swell, her breathing becomes deeper, the nipples harden and her pussy starts to get moist."

"My god," I said, "you almost made me come just by talking about my body."

In fact, I was experiencing all the sensations he had listed, only much, much stronger than any words could describe.

"The man," he continued, "notices this change in the woman and reacts to it. His heart also beats harder, pumping more blood into his penis and it gets hard."

"Is your cock hard?" I interrupted his flow.

Heads on the table near us were turning. In my excitement I had spoken much louder than necessary.

"It's almost lifting the table," he said with a smile.

Oh, how I wanted to push this table out of the way, release his cock from its prison and let him make love to me there and then on the floor of this posh restaurant!

Ramon must have sensed how excited I was, how desperate I wanted him to fuck me. He tried to cool things down a little, continuing his observations.

"It's quite possible that the reason why women sometimes take so long to get ready, why they stand in front of their wardrobe, agonizing about what to wear, is because they want to get this chemistry going. They want to be dressed to attract the male. Men don't have this problem. On the whole, one could say the human species survives because the female attracts, not because the male conquers. Some people may not like me saying this, but women are really the stronger sex. Men have all the fun and hardly any work. The only thing they contribute to the survival of the species is their seed."

I was amazed. His views weren't all that different from those of Charlotte. But she didn't think men were able to give women any pleasure in the process. And that's where she was wrong. I was definitely looking forward to another memorable night with the 'useless male' sitting across the table from me.

Ramon kissed me and traced the shape of my body with his hands but didn't seem to have any intention of removing my dress. He carried me up the stairs, put me down on the bed, undressed and lay down next to me.

He said, "I want you to make love to me while you're still wearing this seductive dress."

He lay on his back, his eager member poking holes into the air. He pulled me on top of him and lifted the hem of my dress just enough to allow me to straddle him and position the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. His size wasn't as much of a problem as it had been on our first encounter, but he still filled me to the maximum and it took some patient wriggling and grinding until I was able to take his full length. It was a wonderful sensation, being fully impaled on his cock yet completely in control.

"You look unbelievably sexy." He smiled at me, "Fully dressed, but completely available. I think you deserve to see yourself."

He pushed a button somewhere in the top part of the bed. Some of the panels which I had taken for a textile wall-covering slid to the side, revealing the mirror-covered wall. I barely recognized the woman I saw in that mirror: she was an irresistible seductress, wearing a dress which emphasised every curve in her body. Her breasts were putting a severe strain on the fabric and her nipples were almost piercing the dress. She was exactly the kind of woman my father would have called a wanton slut.

But I was completely insensitive to my father's twisted value system. All my senses were concentrated on the enormous pleasure I felt having Ramon's cock deeply rooted between my legs. I ran my hands over my breasts, lingering a little on my nipples and then moved down, wanting to play with my clitoris. But as I lifted the hem of the dress, Ramon stopped me. "No, no, my dear. We don't want any gratuitous nudity here. This is a respectable bed."

As I rocked gently back and forth, I could feel his cock move inside me ever so slightly. Gradually, my movements picked up speed, but I never let things go too far. I wanted to make this last forever. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life with his cock buried deep inside me. Seeing how much I enjoyed being in control, Ramon taught me how I could 'milk his cock', as he called it, by contracting my pussy muscles around his member.

"There isn't a man in the world who can resist this for very long," he told me. I tried it, but was careful to stop whenever I felt he was about to come. I gave him a few minutes rest and then started again to knead his cock in my tight love tunnel. When I thought I had played my cruel game long enough I rode him with vigour and determination. I lifted myself up and then plunged down on his cock. He arched his back up and shot his load deep into my soaking wet pussy. I thought the flow of hot semen and my waves of orgasm would never end. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him. After a while Ramon helped me take off Sylvie's dress. I spent the rest of the night in my 'normal' naked state.

When we woke up the next morning we prepared a cock-and-pussy sandwich - Ramon feeding me his cock while he devoured my pussy. After a hearty breakfast we set off for Tracy-le-Mont to meet Sylvie and Mirabelle and their boyfriends - I had managed to persuade Ramon to accept their invitation.

There was no sign of anybody at the hut when we got there. We assumed they had gone to the waterfall and followed the path which started near the hut, winding its way upward through lush vegetation until we could hear the sound of water cascading down into a pond. On the clearing next to the pond we could see two naked couples lying in the grass, making love, oblivious to anything going on around them. Apparently, the two boys were staying in the hut with their girlfriends and hadn't bothered to put up the tent. That meant they no longer had the shelter of the tent and had to make love in the open air, in full view of each other and anybody else who might happen to pass by.

I was tempted to just walk into the clearing and announce our arrival, probably giving them a little fright in the process, but Ramon stopped me.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want to be interrupted so rudely when you're enjoying yourself."

So we settled down under some trees near the edge of the clearing, where we could watch what was going on without being noticed. Seeing those four naked bodies, seeing my best friends being fucked in the open air, and knowing that there was a risk, no matter how small, that they might be discovered by some hiker, aroused me tremendously. I tried to undress Ramon and start our own love-making session right there, but he shushed me and told me to be patient. Eventually I settled on sitting in front of him, so I could rub my bottom against his awakening cock and give him a chance to slide his hands underneath my blouse and play with my breasts while we watched the two couples in action.

I was already getting quite horny and could distinctly feel Ramon's erection when Mirabelle's partner got up and ran into the water. She followed him soon after. Then Sylvie and her partner joined them in the pool. Since they were no longer making love, Ramon thought it okay to come out of our hiding place but suggested I go first on my own.

As I stepped into the clearing, waving to Sylvie and Mirabelle, the two boys looked slightly alarmed, not knowing what to make of my sudden appearance in their secret spot. They relaxed when the girls told them I was the friend they had been expecting.

Mirabelle asked, "Didn't you bring your boyfriend?"

"I did. He's waiting behind the trees. We didn't know if it's okay for him to see you like this."

Mirabelle and Sylvie looked at each other, then they shrugged and said, "Why not?"

Ramon had heard our exchange and came out from behind the trees, shouting hello to everybody and introducing himself. Mirabelle told him everybody's names and invited us into the water. I didn't need a second invitation to get undressed. As I did, I noticed that both Jean-Paul and Guy watched me with great interest.

It turned out that Ramon had - without me noticing it - put on a pair of swimming trunks back at his apartment. He walked towards the water and didn't seem to have any intention of taking off his trunks, which caused a huge storm of protest from everybody, including myself. Bowing to the 'popular request', as he called it, he took off his trunks, smiling. He had been teasing us to see how my friends would react. His cock was no longer hard but I could see Mirabelle and Sylvie staring at him, open-mouthed.

But as we joined the rest of the group in the cold water, his member shrank rapidly. In fact, I don't think I had ever seen it that small. I still remember how I got worried, wondering whether it would ever recover its normal size. But when we left the pool and dried each other with the towels we had brought along, it grew rapidly and I could soon feel its tip poking against my abdomen. We were the first couple to find a comfortable spot in the grass.

It was the first time I made love in the open air (I didn't count the couple of stunts beneath the bushes in the park in Villiers as love making) and I got a tremendous turn-on from this close contact with nature. It was also the first time that other people could actually watch while Ramon fucked me, although everybody behaved very civilized and kept their distance from the other couples. Sylvie and Mirabelle confessed later that they did occasionally check what we were doing and I admitted that I had been glancing at them too.

During one of the breaks Guy produced a camera and asked me to take a picture of the four standing side by side with the waterfall and pond in the background. I also took pictures of each couple in a more intimate position. Then Guy took some pictures of the 'three graces' and eventually they wanted to snap me and Ramon. We stood there facing the camera, Ramon's arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist. Guy thought this was too tame and wanted a more sexy position. I just knelt down and took Ramon's cock into my mouth which drew some gasps from Sylvie, and Mirabelle joked, "Are you going to show this one to your dad, Jacqueline?"

The mention of my father made me suggest to take a picture of the three women fully clothed so I could show something to my parents. Everybody else grumbled at the idea but in the end Sylvie and Mirabelle agreed to get dressed for a respectable photograph with me. As soon as that was accomplished we shed our clothes again and returned to our sex games with our respective partners. We enjoyed ourselves until the sunlight started to fade. Then we got dressed and returned to the hut. Ramon and I got back into his car and returned to Paris.

Puchero Argentino, or simply Puchero, is considered the national dish of Argentina. It is a combination of various types of meat, several kinds of vegetables and chick peas, all stewed together. It's hardly ever prepared by just one person and never eaten alone. Friends and family members get together to cook it, and later share it. It's more than just a meal, it's a celebration of life.

That's what Ramon taught me on our way back to Paris.

This short lesson on Argentine cuisine was followed by the announcement that his friends Pablo and Rui would be coming to the apartment the next day and the three would prepare their national dish. I wouldn't need to do anything, just enjoy the finished product. I wasn't very pleased about the prospect of not having Ramon to myself, but we had just spent most of the day in the company of my friends. How could I possibly object to spending a day with his friends?

It may have been my fear of being deprived of his undivided attention which made me start our carnal celebrations early the following morning. I didn't stay in bed, as I usually did, when I heard him rise. I got up as well and soon pinned him down on a chair, wiggling my breasts in front of his face, inviting him to kiss them and mounting his cock. Oh, how I loved the feeling of having his hardness planted deep inside me. It was one of the things in life I thought - and still think - I could never get enough of. How wrong Charlotte had been with her tirades against the 'penetration conspiration'! Wasn't that what the female body was made for? To give shelter to these wonderful male aggressors?

I had been sliding up and down on Ramon's shaft for some time when the doorbell rang. I didn't feel like stopping so soon and Ramon didn't make a move.

"Don't worry," he said, "they've got a key." That solved one problem, but could I just carry on as if nothing had happened? Ramon had frowned upon me hiding from his friend Pablo just because I was naked, but could we just let the two watch us making love? Well, wasn't that what we had done yesterday - make love in full view of everybody else? Yes, but then we weren't the only ones. The others were doing the same thing. How would Pablo and Rui react when they saw me fucking their friend?

Ramon must have read my thoughts because he said, "I'll send them to the kitchen." That solved my dilemma - at least for the moment.

I had my back to the door and didn't see them enter, but they could clearly see us and knew immediately what we were up to.

"Sorry, don't let us interrupt you," someone said. And Ramon answered, "Make yourself useful and prepare breakfast for all of us. I've been too busy to do it."

I hated the idea of interrupting our love-making, of stopping without having reached a climax, but I realized that I wouldn't be able to carry on as if they didn't exist. It wasn't that I felt apprehensive about them seeing me naked. I was a little worried about what they might think of me if they saw me ride Ramon's cock in shameless pursuit of my orgasm, but the main reason was that I didn't want to appear selfish, occupying Ramon exclusively for my own enjoyment. I decided to let both of us experience a satisfying orgasm before we joined his friends for breakfast. Using the technique Ramon had taught me only a couple of days ago, I squeezed and kneaded his cock with my pussy muscles. I could tell from his face that I was achieving the desired effect. Just as he had said, there isn't a man in the world who can resist.

Ramon was swept away by the pleasure I was inflicting on him as I rode his rod, moving rapidly up and down, causing his cock to thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I reached my climax as he shot his hot sperm into my pussy. He kissed me tenderly, as if to thank me for the good deed I had done to him.

I knew I wouldn't feel comfortable meeting his friends with the mixture of our love fluids oozing from my pussy, so I decided to have a quick shower before joining them. While I was in the shower, Ramon came into the bathroom and told me that one important ingredient for the Puchero was still missing. He was going to look for it, but it might take some time, this being a Sunday. In any case, he would be back as soon as possible. But, not to worry, Pablo and Rui would look after me.

I found the last part a little strange. Why would they need to look after me? At this stage, I knew my way around the apartment. It had become my home away from home for the last three weekends. It was probably just his way of reassuring me that I wouldn't be left on my own.

The knowledge that I would be in the company of his two friends - one of whom I hadn't even met yet - without Ramon being present, gave me a new dilemma. Could I just walk out of here without a stitch on and join them for breakfast? What would they think of me? Should I get dressed like 'normal' people do when they meet someone they hardly know? I decided to opt for a middle path. I wrapped myself in a towel which I fastened in front. This way, I was covered but I kept casual about it.

Pablo and Rui had already finished their breakfast and were preparing a few things for the big meal they were going to cook. They had laid one place on the table for me and put a single red rose on my plate. Pablo introduced me to Rui as 'la chica mas guapa del mundo' - the most beautiful girl in the world. As I was digging into my breakfast - it's amazing how good sex stimulates your appetite - they told me a little about themselves and I took the opportunity to have a good look at Rui and a second look at Pablo. On our first encounter I had only looked at him superficially; my mind had been occupied with other things.

Argentina is a far away country and, like most of my compatriots, I knew very little about it before I met Ramon. My knowledge had been limited to the usual stereotypes: Huge cattle herds roaming on the wide open pampas, the untamed beauty of Patagonia, the legendary figure of Evita Peron, Buenos Aires, the capital, with her many references to European architecture - and, of course, tango.

Looking at Rui made me think of tango, that strangely sensual dance, performed by people whose mask-like faces do not betray any emotion as they move about with dramatic abruptness. Rui's face had the steely quality of those tango dancers' faces. His eyes pierced right through my towel; I could feel them on my skin, they made me blush. I had thought I was long past the stage when someone simply looking at me could have that effect, but I was wrong. Rui's insistent stare made my skin tingle all over.

Rui was of a smaller stature than Ramon and Pablo, but that didn't make him less impressive. He wore a tight-fitting T-shirt which emphasised his muscular torso, the short sleeves were just large enough to accommodate his considerable biceps. 'Piercing' is also the attribute I would give to the erection he sported. I had made it a habit to check out that department as well when I met a man. His penis pushed quite unashamedly against his thin cotton trousers, making me wonder what it might feel like to be pierced by this spike. (I chastised myself immediately for this thought, calling myself a horny bitch.)

I remembered that Rui had been 'otherwise engaged' the previous Sunday, when Pablo stopped by on his own, and I could understand that women might be queuing up to spend the rest of the night with him. Rui was the drummer of the group and his muscles were in part the result of hours and hours of studying, rehearsing, experimenting and trying to produce new, different sounds from his drum kit.

Pablo was the bass player. Not the electric bass, he preferred the traditional, wooden instrument. He was taller than Rui, rounder, just like his instrument. Physically he could be described as an 'ordinary guy' who wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He impressed more by his outgoing manner, his warmth, his charm, his friendly smile - and he also had a considerable erection in his trousers. I asked myself whether Argentinos were just exceptionally horny by nature, or whether I had this effect on them.

Somehow, almost inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. I asked them what they thought of French women compared to the women in their home country, only to be asked in return what I thought of Argentinian men. When I replied that so far I knew only one but I had no complaints, Pablo asked if I wanted to know a couple more. This seemed to have been the cue, because the two now started taking off their clothes, slowly, sensually, never taking their eyes off me. When they were down to their bare skin, I could confirm that both of them had indeed huge erections waving in front of them.

Their members didn't quite reach the size of Ramon's cock but they were big by any standard, large enough to satisfy even the most demanding woman. Rui's cock impressed me particularly by its hardness, it was rigid like a bar of steel. There didn't seem to be an ounce of excess fat on his entire body.

I nearly panicked when the two came towards me. They wouldn't, would they? They were close friends of Ramon, they even had the key to his apartment. They wouldn't use his temporary absence to seduce his girlfriend? Oblivious to my thoughts about what they would or wouldn't, could or couldn't do, Rui pulled the towel off me. Then the two carried me up the steps and put me down on the bed.

Four hands and two mouths touched, kissed, caressed, stroked, licked, squeezed and sucked every part of my body: my face, my lips, my feet, my neck, my shoulders, my legs, my breasts and nipples, my thighs, my belly, my bottom and finally my pussy.

Was this rape? I would have a hard time convincing anybody or myself that I didn't want this to happen, that I didn't want them to do what they did, that I wanted them to stop. But one part of me was horrified and disgusted. How could they do this? How could they betray Ramon's trust, take advantage of his absence and take liberties with his girl?

How could I let them do this? Sure, there were two of them and they were stronger than me, but why didn't I at least protest? Why didn't I struggle, scream, kick, scratch? I belonged to Ramon, to Ramon alone. I had decided that by myself. How could I be so assenting? This inner voice became weaker as the caresses intensified, became more intimate, as my breathing accelerated, as my arousal mounted.

The two went about their business efficiently but without haste. Pablo concentrated his efforts on my breasts and nipples while Rui buried his head between my legs and gave my pussy his full attention. Together they brought me to a state of utter bliss. I was writhing on the bed, bucking and arching my back to intensify the contact with their mouths.

I experienced several orgasms but this did nothing to reduce my desire. I saw their stiff cocks wave in front of them but they didn't seem to have any intention of putting them to good use.